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I have been lurking on the tf_speedwriting community for awhile now.  Had some ideas for a few of the prompts, actually started one once, but nothing ever really hit me. 
Until yesterday.  The first prompt rattled around in my head and I think something decent actually popped out.  I had time yesterday because I was mommy-sitting and things were pretty calm. 
I can't believe I wrote something for all six prompts.  Not my best stuff, but I am pretty happy with them, nonetheless. 

I'm posting them here all in a bunch.

Title: Waste Not, Want Not
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Continuity: Movieverse
Characters: Ratchet, OC, Bumblebee
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or anything to do with the characters.
Prompt: #1 - Waste

Ratchet ripped the thigh armor from the offlined Autobot scout before him and tossed the piece onto the pile of metal to his right. The ‘melt-down-and-form-new-armor’ pile. As opposed to the ‘reusable pieces’ pile in front of him, and the ‘not-even-good-for-scrap’ pile to his left. 

The hollow clang rang through his audios and he shook his head and vented a sigh. Such a pity he had to do this particular job at all. Desecration. That’s all it was - what it all really came down to. Just pure desecration of a mech’s body. Even though the spark was gone, the body should still be held sacred. That’s how it was supposed to be. Should be, slag it.

Shredding through insulation material, Ratchet ripped a cluster of internal wires clear and dropped them onto the table. With the supplies at an all-time low, they couldn’t afford to follow the niceties of a civilized society. No more stuffing your empty shell into a crypt for posterity, by Primus. No sir. If you were unlucky enough to get yourself offlined, your carcass would be retrieved from the battlefield and cannibalized. Leave no mech behind, indeed. Prime would have your aft for wasting materials. Maybe your pieces-parts would save a fellow Autobot.   Your fuel pump could live on, even though you won’t. Although this particular fuel pump was trashed, along with most of the other internals. The bright yellow armor was almost pristine, except for the gaping hole in the lower chestplate. And the head, of course. It was missing completely. Poor mech probably didn’t even know what hit him. Unlucky slagger. Wrong place at the wrong time, probably. 

Imagine how much they could get off of a medic like himself, with all his redundant systems and spare parts. Probably enough to fix up at least three other mechs, Ratchet mused. Maybe he should start watching his back. Things were looking that bad.    

Thank Primus he didn’t know who this particular unfortunate had been. It was doubly hard to do his duty when he knew the mech he was stripping. Speaking of mechs he knew, Ratchet opened his comm line, :Bumblebee! I’ve got a piece of replacement armor for your warped forearm available. You won’t even need to get it repainted. Get your aft up here in half a joor, or I’m giving it to Swaybar!:

:Yessir, Ratchet, sir! I’ll be there. Thank you.:

Ratchet grunted. That Bumblebee was so polite. How could he stay so cheerful all the time? 

‘Bang!’ went the shin guard. What a slagging shame. It was a waste. Such a waste.

But, this was life, found from death, in the horrors of war.      


Title: Validation
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Continuity: Shattered Glass
Characters: SG Optimus Prime, SG Bumblebee, SG OC’s
Disclaimer:    I do not own Transformers or anything to do with the characters.
Prompt: #2 Validation

Optimus Prime stood tall and proud upon the dais, red optics looking out over the crowd of mechs massed below him. After giving a slight smile to the small ‘bot to his left, he stepped forward and raised his hand for silence. 

“Fellow Autobots!” Prime boomed out in his distinctively cruel baritone. “We are here to acknowledge a valued member of our legion. No longer will anyone have cause to taunt, vilify, or otherwise harass this mech.”

Cheering broke out at his words, and Prime again raised his hand for silence, which was immediately given.

Prime continued, “We now give validation to this great warrior!” He raised his arm high to show what he held in his massive hand – Skywarp’s head. 

The crowd rumbled and swayed, and fists beat upon breastplates, voices swelling as one. “Bee. Bee. Bee. BEE. BEE. BEE!”

The clanging and accolades were music to Bumblebee’s audios.  


Title: That was Tingly
Warnings: none
Rating: PG
Continuity: Movieverse AU
Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
Disclaimer:    I do not own Transformers or anything to do with the characters.
Prompt: #3 - Scenario - a practical joke gone wrong
Notes: This is written to fit into my AU story, ‘Kiss Me, Then Let’s Rock & Roll’

“This is all Ratchet’s fault,” Sideswipe commed to his twin, as he raced from NEST’s community recreation room into the desert beyond the base. “He gave me the idea when he told us the story of blundering into the electrical lines upon first contact. He said….”

“He said, they were tingly. He didn’t say a word that he would want to get overloaded using human electricity again!” Sunstreaker’s tone over the comm line was scornful. “What were you thinking? Oh, obviously you weren’t. As per usual. You’re lucky none of the pet humans are allowed in our private quarters. If they had touched one of those electrical traps, they’d be dead – and so would you, once Ironhide caught you.”

“Well, how was I to know the Prime would come down the corridor before Ratchet, anyways?” whined Sideswipe. “Although, it was pretty cool to see Prime fall over like that. Heehee.”

“Laugh it up, boltbrain.  Better Prime than Ironhide, I guess. Prime will punish you, but at least he won’t rip you apart. I’d give it four earth-days, and then come back in. Ratch and I will try to smooth things over, meanwhile.” Sunstreaker sent a laugh over the line, “Maybe you’ll get lucky and find out the Prime liked it!”    

Sunstreaker's hysterical laughter over the comm followed Sideswipe for miles, until he was finally out of range. 

Title: Crush
Warnings: crack
Rating: PG
Continuity: Tformers Prime
Characters: Knockout, Starscream, Breakdown, off screen Optimus
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers
Prompt: #4 “You’re only in trouble if you get caught.”

Clever digits manipulated the vid screen controls, zooming in for a close-up of the polished aluminum rims. 

“Oh, yeah, those are some shiny, aftermarket accessories. Mmm, I’d sure like to get my claws into them. And that extra chrome trim around the door – I need that.   Beautiful, you’re just beautiful….”

“Knockout! What is going on here?” Starscream shrieked. “You’re supposed to be repairing our great leader, Megatron!” He paused, mid-rant. “Did I just see Optimus Prime on that screen?” 

Knockout jerked in guilt, Megatron’s status report taking the place of the now-closed window that had been showing the Prime’s vehicle mode in all its polished glory. 

“Ah, no Lord Starscream. I have been, um, searching for materials, ah, for….”

Starscream interrupted Knockout’s explanation. He had other things on his mind right now, and no time to waste with an incompetent medic. “Fine, fine, carry on. Whatever it is, just tell Soundwave and he’ll get you whatever you need.” The Decepticon Lord stalked out of the room, heels clicking in agitation. 

“Phew, that was close,” Knockout grumbled, as he searched for the recently closed file.

“You better be more cautious, Knockout,” Breakdown murmured into the mech’s audio. 

“Gah!” Knockout jumped and powered up his trident reflexively. “Stop sneaking up on me, Breakdown! This place is creepy enough with Megatron’s almost-corpse in the opposite cubicle and Starscream popping up all over like a rust infection. You almost got yourself spiked.” 

The large mech huffed in laughter. “Are you sure it’s me you’re thinking of spiking, huh, Knockout? Don’t let Lord Starscream know about your little obsession. I won’t say nothing, but keep it low. You’re only in trouble if you get caught.”


Title: Attack of the Amazons
Warnings: OC death
Rating: PG
Continuity: AU G1
Characters: OC’s
Disclaimer:    I do not own Transformers or anything to do with the characters.
Prompt: #5 - Setting - In a banned location
Notes: This idea came from a story I read, where the femmes were a sub-species of dangerous creatures, and wanted by the law. I don’t remember who wrote it or where it came from. 

“Slag it! Where are we, Greasemonkey? My GPS unit is all messed up.” Hazmat was turning in circles, trying to recalibrate his internals. 

“Uh, I think we’re in serious slag, Haz.” Greasemonkey’s optics were wide with realization. “I think we’re in Femme Territory.”

Hazmat jerked and looked around frantically, as if seeing their doom before it came at them would make a difference. “No, we can’t be!” Hazmat started venting in panic. “I would have sworn that we were nowhere near their territory. We are so dead.” He slumped in place, defeated before the battle had even begun. 

“Don’t think like that, Hazmat! Be positive. All we need to do is retrace our steps and we’ll be fine. We’ll be out of here before you know it. They’ll never even realize we were ever here.” Greasemonkey punctuated his words by starting off at a brisk trot. “Come on, Haz, I’ll race ‘ya! Let’s make some time.”  

“Okay, I’m coming!” Hazmat took only four paces after his friend, before he suddenly dropped out of sight, falling into a hidden trap. His screams of pain from being impaled by multiple spikes brought Greasemonkey running back, huffing in panic. 

“Oh, Primus! Hazmat! Hazmat! Wait, wait, try to calm down – I’ll get you out. But stop screaming or they’ll hear you! Hazmat!” 

Greasemonkey never saw the garrote that dropped over his head, and neatly took it off.


Title: If Wishes Were Horses, We All Would Be Walking
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Continuity: Movieverse AU
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe
Disclaimer:    I do not own Transformers or anything to do with the characters.
Prompt: # 6 - falling star picture - http://community.livejournal.com/tf_speedwriting/282821.html 
Notes: This is written to fit into my AU story, ‘Kiss Me, Then Let’s Rock & Roll’ 

"Hey, look guys!” Sideswipe, sandwiched between his two favorite mechs, poked both his companions in the arm. “A meteor burning up in the atmosphere upon entry. Quick, make a wish!”

“Wish? What for?” Sunstreaker growled, after slapping at his twin’s hand. “And keep your dirty servos to yourself.”

“It’s a quaint human custom to wish upon what they commonly call a falling star, my dear grumpy Sunstreaker,” injected Ratchet with a fond smile. 

“Well, I wish Sides would get his head off my shoulder and stop scuffing my finish,” Sunstreaker said with a shove. Sideswipe shoved right back, the force almost knocking Ratchet off his edge of the ridge.

“Hey, now sparklings! None of that. I’m not in the mood. Although, right now I feel inclined to indulge this custom. I wish….”

“STOP!” interjected Sideswipe, slapping his hand over Ratchet’s mouth. “You can’t tell anyone – then it won’t come true!”

“That’s stupid. Wishes don’t come true, anymore than, than…Zzlatans can mentally change their internal systems to process energon,” Sunstreaker stated, disdainful of the whole wish business. 

“I beg to differ, my Daffodil of Doom,” Sideswipe quipped with a smirk, earning a punch to his thigh. “Didn’t you wish for Ratchet?” 

“No I didn’t! I worked hard to acquire Ratchet. There’s a huge difference.” Sunstreaker crossed his arms and huffed.

“What’s this?” Ratchet rumbled with an optic squint. “You think you ‘acquired’ me?” 

Sunstreaker’s mouth opened and shut like a fish out of water as he tried to process a response that wouldn’t earn him a wrench to the head. Or a lonely recharge alone in the hallway.

“Come on, Ratchet,” Sunstreaker whined. “I wined and dined you and gave you presents. You gotta admit, I chased you all over that base before you finally gave up. The mental stress alone nearly caused me to…to…stop waxing!”

“BWAHAHA!” Sideswipe burst out laughing, falling to his back on the ground and kicking his peds. “That’ll be the day you stop waxing, you vain, stuck-up mech!   Harharhahaha!”

“That’s it! I’ve had enough of your mouth today! You’re gonna get it!” Sunstreaker pounced on his brother and proceeded to pound him into the dirt. 

Ratchet scrambled away from his fighting lovers and settled back down to finish enjoying the evening. Sometimes, it was better to them work out their aggressions and tire themselves out. Later, he’d actually have a fighting chance to achieve the upper hand in the berth. Yes, he’ll teach them a lesson on who owned who in this relationship.

Ratchet vented a sigh, looked up to the sky, and wished. 




( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 14th, 2011 02:08 am (UTC)
I loved Crush the best! Next time I take the Chariot of Ire into the garage, I will ask what can be done for her minor rust infection!
Mar. 14th, 2011 02:17 am (UTC)
teehee. Thanks, I think I like that one best, also. Or maybe the Amazon one.

Mar. 14th, 2011 02:16 am (UTC)
I think I adore your twins. :D I'm so glad you came out of lurking there and found some prompts to play with!
Mar. 14th, 2011 02:19 am (UTC)
I adore the twins, too!

It was hard to get them all done, but at least now I know I can do it if I have the time and inspiration. Wish I could get inspired to finish my Predator story. :(
Mar. 14th, 2011 05:25 pm (UTC)
You write very well! The first three are mah faves. <3
Mar. 15th, 2011 02:54 am (UTC)
Thanks! I try my best.
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