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TF - Frenzy/Cade fluff
TF - Hook and his pet Perceptor head. Or pet Seeker. your choice.

Before the War, Perceptor would have had to have been 75% through a cold start-up before he was conscious. These days, it took a mere 5%; he knew several mechs who had slivered it down to 1%. Though, they, he thought muzzily, tended to shoot whomever was closest before their sensors interrogated their target's IFF. The habit had saved Prowl's life on a number of occasions; conversely, it had also put Red Alert in critical care twice.

He checked the charge on his light cannon-

His light cannon was disconnected.

Alarm flashed through Perceptor's mind, then his boot hit 15% and he could access his alert queue.

Panic spiked as the cold boot continued, and those systems didn't come online. Oh dear, all he had was his vocoder and his audio sensors- He could yell for help, but what if no one was around?

- Why had he entered a deep enough stasis-lock to require a cold boot-up in the first place? He had been in his lab, and- There was a jumble of conflicting sensations, mostly of pain and fear and-

Betrayal?

"Ah, you're almost back to full awareness," Hook said, his voice sounding close by. "I was worried you wouldn't make it, Perceptor."

Relief flooded him. Hook had him, he was safe in the Autobot base. The surgical engineer could put him back together again, perhaps even better than before. Likely even better than before, from what he had seen of the repairs Hook had done to other Autobots. The ex-Decepticon seemed to consider it as both a personal challenge and part of his repentance for his patients to leave him in far better condition than they arrived.

"And I was starting to worry how I had ended up like this!" Perceptor said. "I appear to be suffering from post-trauma amnesia, which will of course wear off on in time."

"Quite, though I can furnish you with my report after I re-attach your optical sensors. That might... jog your memory."

"Oh? You were there?" Light suddenly stabbed Perceptor's optics, quickly resolving itself into color and shape. It felt rather odd, looking only through the optics on his face. He hoped Hook could replace his scope soon.

He seemed to be in a lab, though he didn't recognize which one off-hand. It gleamed with a certain air of determined resistance to chaos, but that wasn't nearly as interesting as the fact he couldn't see his body. What he could see was the lip of a box not far below his chin, which was... worrying in its implications.

"I was," Hook said matter-of-factly, and Perceptor instinctively flicked his attention to the Constructibot-

Red optics looked back at him.

Oh.

Oh, no.

I really like how this plays on how, in one of his very first posts, Perceptor's meta mentioned he doesn't wake up very quickly. The progression is cool.

The betrayal is delicious.

Oooooo! Very very awesome. I like the way you progress this, from awareness to understanding. Deliciously evil.

Hnh. My Frenzy is super-talky these days. I do not know what is up with that.

Barricade drove restlessly through the streets, claws itching. He wanted to rip and tear, to feel circuit boards -crunch- and tubes crack. He wanted a target.

Frenzy chortled in his passenger seat then the Stones (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIX0ZDqDljA) blasted from his speakers.

"Fragger," Barricade growled.

"Never complained before~" Two tiny silver hands reached up and grabbed the seatbelt, tugging it down to buckle in. "C'mon, Barr'cade. You got a quarter tank of exhaust-sucking gas, I've got a half-pack of boring-aft dossiers, it's slagging dark, and we're wearing sunglasses."

"Hnh."

"You wanna be tall, dark, and silent, you low-density moron, I don' tell you where Blackout spotted Sandstorm."

"You're made of pig iron, and your maker painted you neon." Barricade hit the gas, engine roaring and sirens blaring. "Give me the coordinates."

Frenzy snickered and squirmed in his partner's seat. "Ask nicely~!"

Brakes screeched as the cop car threw himself into a bootlegger's reverse. His passenger side door popped open, and his seat belt unbuckled. "My way or the highway, glitch."

The hacker eeeeeeed very softly and reached over to stroke Barricade's steering wheel. "Best partner. Listen 'cause I ain't gonna say this more'n once!"

I am not entirely sure what is going on here. Frenzy only gives Barricade intel if he's allowed to sit in the driver's seat?

Frenzy just likes it when Barricade is nasty and puts his foot down. He's still in the passenger seat. ^_^

Sailor Moon - There's something weirdly familiar about Ami's gaijin suitor and his group of friends...

Star Wars(with or without Transformers) -- All Lieutenant Dave wants is to do his job. The galaxy is making this difficult.

"Hey, Luna," Artemis called as he leapt up to join her on the stone wall circling the park. "What's the haps?"

She gave him a baleful look, and he would have blushed if he could.

"Minako says it," he muttered.

Luna flicked her tail contemptuously but didn't say anything. Instead her eyes shifted back to a group of young men over by the fountain. Artemis thought he recognized the shock of red hair Ami-san's boyfriend had, but the other three were new to him-

And, oh hey, the green-haired one was a girl. She wore the Infinity Academy fuku, though Artemis was pretty sure that was a little high for the skirt and the blouse was supposed to have all the buttons done up.

Takagi said something, and she threw back her head and laughed. The sound was piercing, and all the fur stood up along Artemis's spine. "Gah!"

The blue-haired boy looked up from his book and made another comment, which just made the girl swat playfully at him. Off to the side, the white-haired young man watched them indulgently.

"So what was so important you wanted me to come all the way out here for?" Artemis asked as the girl shoved Takagi into the fountain.

"Those four," Luna said quietly. "Kaneto Kongou, Kashiwakura Seigyoku, Takagi Koukigyoku, and Koyama Kouhekigyoku."

"... They like Ks." His tail began to lash. "Diamond, Sapphire, Ruby, and- are emeralds a type of beryl?"

"Yes."

Artemis stared at the four teenagers by the fountain. "Well, crap. Are they future, or is this-?"

"I don't know," Luna said quietly, "and that's what frightens me."

We will pretend that icon!Nephrite is Rubeus for the nonce.

*purrpurrpurr* I adore this one.

The names are delightful unto me and the cats catching on so very quickly. And Artemis asks a very good question. Thank you, darling!

Curse of the Golden Flower - What Jai will do to save his Mother.

SG1 - Hathor and Yu come to an agreement about Daniel.

I've got no mojo for either of these fandoms right now. Please ask for something new?

Animated Aerialbots. ~~Show me your moves~~ what is your take on them?

Pee-Dee. "There's a New Sheriff in Town" - X-Ray Dog

I actually mentioned them off-hand once in a Jetstorm ficbit.

"Autobots have fliers now?" Slingshot sounded offended.

Watching the blue and orange jetlings fly rings around Fireflight, Silverbolt could understand the offense. It wasn't as if he was particularly proud of his wings, heck, it wasn't as if he was particularly attached to them!

But flying Autobots? That was just...

"YEE-HAW!" Air Raid blew past them, guns blazing.

"Aw, slag no he gets to have all the fun!" Slingshot jump-transformed then tore off after his teammate.

Silverbolt tilted his head back and studied the sky overhead, as if it had some great mystery of the universe in it. //Skydive, if you're not obtaining our mission objective, you had best be either dead or dying.//

//-How does fighting one of Master Yoketron's students sound?// his ninja replied.

//Acceptable.// Silverbolt reached over his shoulder as if to scratch an itchy spot on his wing-join and not incidentally put his hand right by his sword-hilt. If the snowplow thought he could sneak up on him, he had another think coming.

And a maiming, but hey. It would be a learning experience.

I will confess this confuses me. They have wings but are not fliers? Snowplow?

I kind of get that they're fighting the Elite Guard for... training?

Ah. Apparently I should have mentioned they're Decepticons at some point. >_<

If I were writing serious Animated stories, they'd probably have had a run-in with Elita and Nightbeat prior to this, been mentioned a few times, then this thing vs. the Elite Guard...

Then probably Optimus sways Silverbolt to the side of good in a later episode. >_>

Based on something I saw in the Allspark Almanac II.

The Decepticons dragged Silverbolt from the ruin of the Darkstar. It exploded- his old friend exploded behind them, and the roaring of the Decepticons filled his comm-bands. His right arm dangled by shreds of metal, his right leg was down to bare struts. His optics were only working intermittently.

When one of the two 'cons carrying him ripped his arm off, he didn't even have a vocoder undamaged enough to scream.

He wondered why they were taking him alive. Then he remembered- The purple-blue skies over Gillanan III, the way he'd carefully shot off Starscream's wings to keep from focusing on his own fear. Decepticons held grudges, but that one nursed them from protoform to death-launch then went back to retrieve them from space.

Silverbolt offlined his optics and marshaled his strength. He'd need every ounce of will to goad Starscream into killing him quickly.

***

"Silverbolt Major." Starscream stalked towards him, grinning in anticipation. "A bit worse for the wear, but I think you'll look back on this moment with fondness before I'm done with you."

"Yeah," Silverbolt agreed. "I won't have heard too much of your mouth."

Starscream snarled and back-handed him across the room. Something broke inside Silverbolt's head, and coolant began to fill his mouth.

"You have no idea how much it disgusts me to know you, a mere pilot, shot me down. Then the Autobots put you into that accursed Supreme before we could have a proper rematch."

Silverbolt said nothing as the Decepticon stalked closer. Damn, but Starscream was big. He'd known that in his head for a long time - all Decepticons were huge - but he'd never had a chance to compare like right now. Silverbolt was tall for an Autobot, but Starscream made him feel like a minibot.

The Decepticon yanked him up by the throat, arm-gun whining as it charged. "When I'm done with you, Autobot, there won't be enough left to make an oil can!"

Silverbolt spat coolant in Starscream's face.

***

He wasn't entirely clear on what happened next. Just that he was a long way from the floor and he hurt a lot. A lot.

Then he heard Megatron's voice, and a different hand was holding him. He thought the warlord was- scolding? Starscream. For what, Silverbolt wasn't sure. He was too busy pulling up the dregs from his electro-static battery.

His special ability supposedly collected electrical charges from the universe, so he would never run out of energy. During this war, he'd learned a much more dangerous use for it.

He laid a hand against the arm holding him and unleashed lightning.

***

"Well," someone said a long time later. "They did an excellent job on you, Silverbolt."

He awoke on an exam table, doctors bustling around him. He felt- strange. Young. ... His body was new, he realized after a moment. Brand new. Practically factory-fresh. All the aches and pains of his old body were gone- But so were the wheels. Instead he had-

He had wings.

Oh, slag no.

Megatron stepped into his line of sight. "I was impressed, Autobot. Ex-Autobot. Let us hope that your impressiveness continues."

Silverbolt bared his teeth. "Silverbolt Major, serial number-"

"Silverbolt Major died aboard the Darkstar," Megatron said mildly, something in his tone saying he could become unmild very, very quickly. "I believe Hot Spot Major gave you a moving eulogy. But the War has moved on, Silverbolt. Moved on drastically." His smile cut. "The Decepticons lost. The Autobots won. And now... Now, my sources on Cybertron tell me the Autobots have created a bold, new society. Now it is the Autobots who are the military protectors of Cybertron, and everyone else are just... civilians."

"What?" Silverbolt struggled to sit up, only for the crane working on him to cut his motor controls. It was an idea that had been tossed around now and then during the War, but he'd always argued it down. Argued it down from anyone, including people like Ultra Prime and Alpha Trion. They were all Autobots on Cybertron. You could choose to be a Decepticon, you could choose not to be an Autobot, but you shouldn't have to choose to be an Autobot. "You're lying. We'd never do that. Ultra said-"

"Your dear friend Ultra Magnus proposed it himself." Megatron drew out a data-cube, tapped it to play, and set it beside Silverbolt's head.

He listened in horror as Ultra Magnus did propose it, as the Guilds Domesticus ratified it. As the policy of abandoning the stars- the stars, the one height he'd never feared- was proposed, ratified, and implemented. As the Autotroopers were proposed, ratified, and implemented.

"But we won," he said quietly, trying not to hear the cracks in his voice. "We won. Why would we-? I mean, same-type bodies were a necessary evil during the war, but- it's over. The war's over. We won."

"Yes," Megatron said. "You did." He turned to walk away, pausing in the doorway to look back. "Is this the victory you fought for, Silverbolt?"

***

It took a few years to get confirmation of everything on the datacube. By then, Silverbolt had learned to fly, much as he disliked it. It wasn't like being a pilot, and they'd deliberately made him an atmospheric flier. He couldn't blame them. It's what he would have done, if he was going to unethically rebuild someone who might not actually join his side.

He would have said Autobots wouldn't do that, before. Now, he didn't quite dare.

That society on Cybertron, that wasn't what he'd fought for. He'd fought for freedom, the freedom to not be Megatron's slaves, the freedom to choose your own future. The freedom to travel the stars without being afraid of other Cybertronians.

The Autobots had won the war, and he felt like he'd lost just as much as any Decepticon.

***

"Now what?" Silverbolt asked, five decades later, as their strange new scientist escorted him through the science complex on Ijurn. "Starscream conveniently lost most of my briefing, so I'm afraid I don't understand why I was pulled from the Allspark search, Blackarachnia."

The woman glanced at him sidelong and smirked. "Megatron's seen fit to give you a team. Four brand new baby jets all for you."

"Ah," Silverbolt murmured. "I knew he was going to punish me for that lightning bolt one of these days."

This is definitely an interesting excuse to explain the Aerialcons as being jets.

I enjoy how you have explored the hypocrisy of the Autobot Commonwealth.

Yay Ijurn.

This is completely not about the prompt.

The sandskimmer's engine sputtered, died, and Pee-Dee abruptly found herself going aft over teakettle. She crashed into the sand hard, one arm coming off at the shoulder and her chest cracking. The arm got caught in the sleeve of her jilbab. As soon as her gyros stopped spinning, she unbuttoned her jilbab and reattached her arm.

The tortured sound of her sandskimmer digging its own trench just drew a weary vent-cycle from her.

She heard that sound way too much.

After she welded her chest shut, Pee-Dee went to check the damage. The wreck hadn't taken out the engine, at least, but she'd need to rebuild the floats and fix whatever had caused the engine to die in the first place. Again.

Petulantly, she threw herself onto the ground with a scream and beat her fists against the sand. Two months! She'd been stuck on Kharab for two months without seeing hide nor hair of another Autobot! Her sandskimmer was jury-rigged from salvaged wrecks, traded junk, and parts from her own body! It was held together with prayer, because there wasn't any duct tape to be had for love or money!

After a while, Pee-Dee rolled over on her back and stared up at the sky. There were mountains out there somewhere, according to the maps she remembered Topspin making from Skyfire's planetary survey data. On the other side of the mountains were the coasts with the high civilization of this planet.

There was just one tiny little problem. The Autobot shuttle had been flying over the interior of the super-continent when the Decepticons attacked. They'd beat the shuttle to hell and gone, despite Rodimus's best piloting, then one of them hit the hull nearest her with a one-two ice/fire punch. The hull had cracked, and while the first Decepticon to reach inside had almost lost a hand, Mordred spitted her on his sword and tossed her out into the sky.

The shuttle had limped on, Decepticons dogging it, while she fell. It was still in sight when she hit the ground-

She'd barely crawled away from that crash. It had taken her almost half a day to put herself back together well enough to travel, and her transformation was still sticking even now.

Her radio refused to work, either. As near as she could tell, there was some sort of harmonic interference this close to the ground. It had only gotten worse when she started adding local parts to her systems, but she wasn't going to do anything useful if she overheated.

When she went looking for the other Autobots, well, she found the crashed shuttle in a few days. But it had Decepticons picking over it, and she was not going toe-to-toe with Onslaught if she could help it. Unfortunately, the Decepticons flew away before nightfall, so she couldn't play night-spook.

Searching the wreckage yielded a distinct lack of bodies. But there were no tire-tracks going away from the site; either the other Autobots were captured, or they'd gotten away and covered their tracks to keep the Decepticons from following.

She'd hung around for a week to see if the others would come back and built her first two sandskimmers. When the week was up with no sign of anyone coming back, she oriented herself, pulled up one of Topspin's maps, and pointed her sandskimmer in the general direction of the mountains.

She found a road before things got too rough, then some market towns and irrigated farmlands. She traded parts and labor for better parts, upgraded her sandskimmer, asked directions, got pointed towards the nearest city.

And what a city it was. She'd loved it. Golden and beautiful, azure and emerald minarets, silver and ruby domes, dazzling textiles, delicious fuels, markets as thick and wicked as anything from the Arabian Nights. But they'd never heard of the Autobots or the Decepticons there nor seen any robots like the ones she had on her pack of cards.

Until Crankcase, Clio, and Counterpunch rolled into town.

The fight had been ugly, and she'd only gotten out of there ahead of them because she fought super-dirty and could make anything into a weapon. She left their engines choking in a sand-grit bomb-cloud and pushed her poor little sandskimmer into the red lines.

Its engine exploded pretty spectacularly after a few days of running flat out, and she rolled until she found another little market town. Several times, she'd had to lie low while Decepticon jets circled overhead, but that had given her time to figure out a disguise.

Which was why she was now on her third sandskimmer and dressed in a yellow jilbab with a sky-blue keffiyeh and gold veil. As an extra bonus, the clothes kept most of the sand out of her joints.

Pee-Dee stood and stretched. Time to get to work. Sandskimmers didn't repair themselves, and she ought to have the necessary parts to get this baby limping along to the caravan route she'd been aiming for. If the locals were right, it'd take her straight to the local capital and she ought to be able to get better directions to the mountains than a vague "thattaway" gesture.

Heck, once she got to the city, she could probably rig a comm-box and just call Skyfire down. All she needed was parts, really.

Assuming the Autobots were still near this planet.

Pee-Dee put that thought out of her mind and started shoving her sandskimmer out of the trench it had dug. It took her three broken shoulders to manage it, and she spent the rest of the afternoon repairing the damaged floats. Coaxing the engine to work again lasted well into the night.

At dawn, it was ready again, and she stepped up to the wheel, kicked the engine on, and pointed her sandskimmer towards where it needed to go. Another day, another dollar.

The sandskimmer rose on its floats, leisurely skimmed forward a few meters, then the engine sputtered and died, and it dropped like a rock.

"Big girls don't cry," Pee-Dee muttered as she pulled out her tools again.

When the bandits attacked her around noon, she lost her temper.

Cool! Will there be more? This reminded me of Ringo & Weber's March Upcountry, though you're doing more of a "Marooned" adventure than an Xenophon's Anabasis. Also, are there Tusken Riders & Banthas?

I enjoy this, how it feels like it could be a 'real' 'episode' from DZ. There is some neat usage of language, too, like 'aft over teakettle'.

I like how you tossed in Crankcase, even though we don't have him... yet. ;D

Also, Not Earth. Bonus points.

If this became a real episode, I would be deliriously happy. >_> (This is totally a great planet for Xaaron to need Ultra Magnus to be his harem-master!)

Will after seeing Elizabeth kiss Jack.

Norrington has something in common with Barbossa.

(I apologize for double the POTC request -- it's the first fandom that came to mind)

Edited 2011-04-25 02:52 (UTC)

He wakes in sunlight on hard sand, waves lapping around his legs. He squints at the blue sky and thinks, This isn't right.

"It is right," a woman says, and he turns his head to see a Negro woman sitting on the sand beside him. The wash of the tide is soaking her dress, but she doesn't seem to care. "It is a debt repaid, a life for a life."

He stares at her, uncomprehending.

His stomach growls.

She chuckles and holds out a tart green apple. "Come, Admiral Norrington. You have much to learn."

*squeals*

I really like this! ^_^ The idea that Norrington survived-- or at least was revived-- is appealing enough in itself. But the implications of the prompt and the presence of Tia Dalma suggest an underlying circumstance. And, also, I do love the mention to that apple! :D

Beautiful. Absolutely so. <3

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Sailor Moon - There's something weirdly familiar about Ami's gaijin suitor and his group of friends

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Animated Aerialbots: what's my take on them

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Norrington has something in common with Barbossa

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