Bandwagon time

[nkfloofiepoof]

I don't often do this, partly because I'm such a slow writer, but mostly because I just don't like taking prompts from other people simply because I'm a paranoid nit about getting characters wrong and/or letting down the prompter/requester. But, alas, I'm a sucker for bandwagons, and since I've already left prompts for 3 other people, it would be beyond selfish of me to not post as well.

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. Please also include a PROMPT (1-3 words or a phrase/quote) because I can't be left to think of something on my own, or it'll never get done. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead. Last bit ain't mandatory.

I reserve the right to turn down a pairing/prompt if I don't like it. To save you the trouble, these are DEFINITE "no"s: Prowl/Jazz, Prime/Bumblebee, Prime/Elita. I normally only do G1/IDW, but depending on the pairing/prompt, I can try my hand at movie 'verse (first movie only - I've been avoiding spoilers for the second like the plague). I don't do Animated - sorry. I can tryyyyy to do pr0n, but I'm even slower at that than I am at regular writing, so request at your own risk D: Sticky is perfectly fine if that's what you want, but you'll have to specify. My default is tactile/spark.

These will probably be done on the train to California next week, so sorry if it takes a while D:

Edit:

1. Sentinel Prime/Sunstorm - [Imperium Cybertronium; "Everybody needs someone"] vejiraziel
2. Ratchet/Jazz - [G1; cuddles] raelynhb
3. Blurr/Mirage - [IDW pre-war; "There is more to life than simply increasing its speed"] oxbridgefemme
4. Ramhorn - [G1; jealous] mmouse15
5. Prime/Starscream - [G1?; faithfully] lyricality
6. Tracks/Jazz - [IDW; excessive gratitude] eerian_sadow
7. Snarl/Slag - [Maximum Dinobots; rough-housing] kokitten
8. Shockwave/Megatron - [DW/IDW; hostage negotiations] spotlight_noa
9. Starscream/Jazz - [G1; unexpected] vani_nessa
10. Hound/Mirage - [Fistful of Energon; "I hate this Primus damned bonnet!"] vejiraziel

Comments

[vejiraziel.livejournal.com]

Sentinel Prime/Sunstorm - "Everybody needs someone."

[nkfloofiepoof]

Oh man. I'll try XD *hopes she can get Sentinel right* I take it j00 want me to try IC*Sunstorm?

[vejiraziel.livejournal.com]

Hey, you pointed me here! And I can't think of another couple at the moment that I haven't requested from someone else already/is not in your no list. XD

IC Sunstorm works

[raelynhb.livejournal.com]

How about Ratchet/Jazz with prompt: Cuddles?

[nkfloofiepoof]

Noted!

Cuddletiem

[nkfloofiepoof]

Jazz let out a put-upon sigh when he felt a nose press into the joint of his arm, and he tried to ignore the amused snickers around the table, but it was rather difficult when the source of his friends' amusement was right beside him pressing his nose into Jazz's arm and making an odd combination noise of a cough and a purr with his engine. One of these days, Jazz was going to have to get back at him for this.

"Ratchet's such a lightweight," someone snickered from behind a fan of playing cards, and Jazz had to hide his face behind his own cards when Ratchet decided to abandon the game entirely and huddle up to the much smaller mech so closely, it left little room for movement. Large, white arms hooked around the saboteur's black waist and tightened until there was no chance for Jazz to escape, and the medic's silver face tucked into the bend of Jazz's neck as his engine continued to make that same drunken coughing/purring noise with his engine.

"He sounds sick," another mech mused, the card game more or less forgotten for the time being in favor of embarrassing Jazz more and more - not that Ratchet himself wasn't doing a fine job of that anyway.

"Well, it's Ratchet - he probably doesn't try to make those noises but once every few thousand vorns," a third mech laughed.

If nothing else, Jazz was a good sport, and he did his best to ignore or otherwise tolerate the inebriated attention and teasing jeers for nearly two breems before he noticed Ratchet's insist ant nuzzling and squeezing were beginning to become more demanding. He managed to postpone the inevitable for another half a breem before red fingers started working their way into his abdominal plating and Ratchet all but bit a wire in the back of Jazz's neck.

"I fold," Jazz abruptly stated and threw down his cards. "I'm gonna go get him to his quarters so he can sleep this off." That earned him a new round of amused snickers, but no one protested as he carefully worked himself out of his chair, nearly dragging Ratchet behind him who refused to let go long enough to let Jazz properly stand up. It took a few kliks of struggling, but Jazz finally managed to disentangle them from their chairs and start out the room.

They were stumbling around the corner when Ratchet abruptly straightened himself and stretched to work a kink out of his spinal struts from stooping over the smaller mech for so long.

"How much longer do 'ya think you'll be able to fool them into thinking 'ya can't take your high grade any better than that?" Jazz asked with a grin.

"Please," Ratchet scoffed. "How long have we been a unit? They haven't figured it out yet. I've been doing that since the medical academy when I wanted to get out of clinicals - nobody can fake being overcharged like I can."

"'Ya know, if 'ya wanted out of there, 'ya could have just said somethin'."

"This is more fun."

Jazz shook his head and grinned again. He had to concede defeat there. They continued their way down the corridor in front of them in silence until they reached the next corner where they had to make a decision.

"So...your place or mine?"

Re: Cuddletiem

[raelynhb.livejournal.com]

Yays!! more plz? lol sorry it's late and I've been out drinking.

[oxbridgefemme.livejournal.com]

oh, lawdy.

BlurrxMirage, IDW, pre-war. 83

"There is more to life than simply increasing its speed."

if that's too hard i can abort/retry <3

[nkfloofiepoof]

Oh man XD *never written Blurr before* But, finally, some incentive to read his Spotlight >> *shall do her best!*

[oxbridgefemme.livejournal.com]

sfhksfds thank you D: <3 if you want someone easier i can request something else bb XD <3

[nkfloofiepoof]

I'll give it a shot XD If I can't come up with anything, I'll let you know, but I need to peek out of my box and try my hand at characters other than the dozen or so I usually stick with

part 1

[nkfloofiepoof]

I totally butchered your prompt and everything in it D: I can't apologize enough

---

Lights of all colors pulsed and flashed with the beat of music which shook the walls as well as the circuits of the mechs inside the complex whether they were dancing, drinking, or simply conversing with one another. It was hard to have a conversation over the constant pounding of the music, but one did not come to the Circle to simply talk. No - the Circle was for fun of all types, and simple conversation was not considered "fun" by its typical customers. Some liked the music, some came for the atmosphere, and some were partial to the high quality of energon served.

Blurr preferred the attention.

"Blurr, over here!"

"Hey, Blurr! Great job beating Swiftride!"

"Blurr, is there anybody you can't outrun?"

"Locomatic is tough, Blurr, but my bet's on you!"

Blurr soaked up all of the praise and attention as thoroughly as his fuel processor soaked the fuel he was consuming, beaming and laughing along with his crowd of fans. Few dared to touch him as if they believed marring his finish would slow him down, but he did not mind - the praise was more than enough to keep him happy while he was off of the race track. Nothing compared to the glorious feeling of racing, but being fawned over by his fans was close enough.

As was usual, the crowd started to dissipate after the first cycle and a half, but Blurr was not yet ready to leave even when all who remained were himself, the bartender, and a few other mechs and femmes sitting around the tables against the walls. The music was still making his circuits quiver, and the lights were still giving the bottle in his hand a rather peculiar tinge of different colors, so as far as he was concerned, the party was still going on.

Apparently, someone else thought so too. Blurr glanced around the room again and turned to see a blue and white mech dancing alone in the center of the room. He moved his elegant curves in perfect sync with the music. Blurr knew he could not be just anyone - only mechs of a higher status were allowed into the Circle, and clearly, if the perfectly polished frame, intricately sharpened edges and curves, and flawless paint were any indication, this mech was the quality of Cybertronian the Circle was meant to serve. Blurr leaned back in his seat at the bar and finished his drink while he watched the stranger dance and wondered where he was from. The design was not one he was accustomed to seeing even among all of his followers - perhaps this was someone from the other side of the planet.

When the mech glanced over his shoulder, Blurr caught a brief glimpse of his face and the small, almost sly smile that graced it before the stranger continued his dance, and it might have just been Blurr's imagination, but he thought maybe there was a little more fluidity in his movements than before. He knew he was being watched.

"Them nobles sure are somethin', ain't they?" the bartender's amused voice came from over Blurr's shoulder.

"Nobles?" Blurr repeated.

"Yeah - Towers mechs. Don't usually come mix with our kind."

Part 2

[nkfloofiepoof]

Blurr frowned in confusion but said nothing else. Don't usually mix with 'our' kind? he thought. What was that supposed to mean? Who wouldn't want to be around him? He was the fastest racer Cybertron had ever known! Everybody knew of him - he was the gossip, he was the news, he was the life of the parties, he was everything!

Blurr continued to watch the strange "noble" mech with feigned interest as he mulled over the mech's frame and the fluid grace with which he danced. Such grace and elegance - it was almost a waste on a mech so small. Had he been larger, he might have made an excellent racer, possibly a rival actually worth Blurr's time. He loved the crowds, the lights, the cheers, and the thrill of the race itself, but the thrill had dissipated lately because he was unbeatable. Racing was far more intense when he could actually be almost concerned about the mechs behind him.

Unfortunately, the song had to end, and with it ended the show. Blurr was about to turn back to the bar for another refill when he noticed the dancing mech stepping toward him. It was then that Blurr noticed his optics - amber. Those were rare. Blurr could count with one hand the number of followers and mechs in his usual crowd who had that particular shade of optics. Maybe it was part of that "noble towers" thing. That detail alone kept him half-turned to the bar and half to the stranger who closed the distance between them with light, delicate steps which made no sound on the floor.

"Greetings, Blurr," the stranger veritably purred as he made himself comfortable on a stool and waved to the bartender for a cube.

Well, that was reassuring - so he did know of Blurr after all.

"Haven't seen you here before," Blurr remarked, watching the stranger lounge languidly on the stool. "I usually know everybody who comes to the Circle."

"I'm not from around here," the other mech answered after taking a small mouthful from his cube. "But I heard this was one of your more frequent establishments at which to celebrate." It was odd hearing such perfect pronunciation after so long around racers and their crews, including his own. "I was on my way to the turbofox hunting grounds and decided to drop by to see if I might run into you. Lucky me, hm?"

Blurr's optics flickered slightly in a surprised blink. Turbofoxes were nigh uncatchable - just like himself - but this mech claimed he hunted them? "Turbofox hunting? That's impossible," Blurr scoffed. "They're almost as fast as I am."

"Perhaps, but I have quite a few in my trophy collection." The stranger smiled again, the same small smile he gave Blurr as he danced. "Nothing is entirely uncatchable."

"And you'd know how?" Blurr snorted in response. "You waste your time shooting at beasts that have nothing better to do than hover from one place to the next." He let his gaze go over the blue and white mech again from head to tires and back, frowning. "All those high-quality gears and well-lubed joints...such a waste on someone who doesn't race."

The smile only widened. "There is more to life than simply increasing its speed, Blurr," he purred. At Blurr's frown, he simply stood in one fluid movement and took a single step closer to Blurr. "I must be going; however, if you wish to inquire further as to what I mean...you'll use this."

Blurr's attention had been so focused on the mech's face, he did not notice a white hand reaching out until he felt something being pressed into his palm. He looked down to find himself holding a key card, and he knew the city well enough to recognize it as a key to one of the most luxurious recharge pavilions in the center of the city - as well as one of the most prestigious clubs around, more so than the Circle.

He looked up from the key card only to see the mystery mech's back as he left the Circle. Frowning again, Blurr looked back down to the key card and turned it over in his hand. On the back of the card were perfectly etched naming glyphs - the mystery mech's name so Blurr could find him again.

Mirage.

Re: Part 2

[oxbridgefemme.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhhhh laaaaawd

That was... omFG. I love you. D: That's all I can think of as an immediate response. Just "OMGFLOVE"

Okay firstly, you set it in the Circle. Which I was eeeeeeeee secretly hoping for 8D

And then the characterization. Holy SHIT perfect. Blurr's arrogance and Mirage all taking it in stride and omg omg love awesome win D:

Seriously. Adoration is SO heaped on you right now. In an... adorelanche. ... ._.;

So Blurr's got the key to Mirage's hotel room eh... X3

Re: Part 2

[nkfloofiepoof]

If you're happy, that makes me happy <3! *was really worried about getting Blurr right since she never wrote him before* Only ever RPed Mirage before, so I was nervous about him too.

Glad you liked! ♥

[mmouse15.livejournal.com]

Ooo, may I!

Ramhorn, prompt jealous. If you want to pair, feel free. I really just want your take on his thoughts.

[nkfloofiepoof]

Noted~

1/2

[nkfloofiepoof]

It took only a few huffs and snorts to signal Ramhorn's annoyance and tell those around him to beware his foul disposition, so familiar were most Autobots to the orange cassette's mood swings that they no longer needed anything more. Most got out of his way when they heard the telltale grunts and snorts, and few saw reason in attempting to learn the source of his disgruntlement.

Eject was in neither group.

"C'mon, Ramhorn," he tried to plead with his brother. "We go over this every time - you know you can't play!"

"Then why don't you play something I can play?!" Ramhorn demanded to know with an annoyed toss of his head. "Like soccer! I don't need hands for that!"

"You kill the ball every time you play!" Eject countered. "Look, I promise - I'll do my research and find something you can play later tonight, okay? I promise." Eject suspected the only reason Ramhorn let him go was because he was the only one of their cassette group who actually kept the promises he made. The elder of the two clearly was not happy about it, but he gave Eject a dismissive snort, and with a parting pat to Ramhorn's snout, Eject rushed away to the Autobots' outdoor basketball court before he was any later.

Ramhorn shuffled along after him simply because he had nothing else to do, but he did not sit beside the court with the other spectator Autobots. He stayed back nearer to the Ark and sat down with a huff, his audios pressed back as he watched Eject run out onto the court to join his team of Blaster and Jazz against Optimus Prime, Spike, and Hound. Eject and Spike were the first to wrestle for the ball, but Eject, of course, was much more nimble, as well as much more practiced, than Spike, so it was easy for him to snatch the ball away and send it to Jazz to score the first basket. Of course, Jazz being Jazz, he had to make a show of it, dangling from the basket by his hands a few seconds before they began anew, several watching Autobots cheering for the different "teams".

Ramhorn frowned and lifted one of his stubby feet to look down at it. He knew Eject had a point, but that did not mean he had to like it. It was not as if Ramhorn chose to not have proper hands. He was designed for brute strength, not detail work. Still, he often wondered what it would be like, especially when he had to sit idly by and watch his brothers and the other Autobots have fun. If he had hands, then he could join in on the fun too! For a while, he was able to have a little fun playing soccer, but as Eject pointed out, his horn had killed a great many soccer balls until, once again, they quit playing with him.

So many games needed hands - basketball, baseball, hockey, boxing, volleyball, pool, even Hound's poker games - and it made Ramhorn so angry and envious of all the Autobots who had hands and took them for granted. Even the Dinobots had hands most of the time. The only two who could really understand Ramhorn's plight were Steeljaw and Sky Lynx, but neither seemed to really notice their shortcomings the way he did. Sky Lynx was always so caught up in himself that he did not notice anything else, and Steeljaw was placated easily enough by simply sitting in the rec room with the other Autobots. So, while they could understand the feeling of not having hands, they did not understand Ramhorn's jealousy.

He looked from his foot back to the basketball court to watch Optimus Prime bounce the ball over to Hound, but Ramhorn was not paying attention to who was winning or what they were doing. All he could see was their hands and how big or small they were compared to each other's and the ball. It was also rather interesting how most of them had five fingers - Ramhorn always wondered about that. Why five? Why not ten? Surely then they could hold things more efficiently. Five was apparently not enough if the way Blaster lost his grip on the ball was any indication. Why then did some mechs only have three or four fingers? Like Omega Supreme - he only had three very large fingers on each hand.

2/2

[nkfloofiepoof]

Ramhorn lowered his gaze back to the ground and lifted his foot once more to look over it. He tried to imagine what it would be like having fingers, what it would be like to be able to hold things with something other than his mouth or by impaling it on his horn. He found himself watching Jazz dangle from the basket again and sighed.

Unfortunately, he would never know.

Re: 2/2

[mmouse15.livejournal.com]

NK, that is so amazing and wonderful, and what a heck of a thing to pick up on - the lack of hands! You write him so well it's sheer joy to read.

Thank you, ever so much, for such a terrific response to that little prompt.

*hugs*

Re: 2/2

[nkfloofiepoof]

Glad you liked! ♥ I've never written Ramhorn before, and while I'll admit to have been nervous at the prospect, it was a great experience getting into his head for a change.

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

*clings* Ohhhh what could I possibly want?

Prime/Starscream, hee. Prompt... Faithfully. Squee. <3

[nkfloofiepoof]

For you? Of course~ ♥

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

Ack, I forgot to request teh sticky. Hopefully it is not too late. *looks cute?*

[nkfloofiepoof]

Nope, not too late XD Like I said, it'll probably be next week before I can start on any of this *last-minute running around and packing FTW!*

[eerian_sadow]

IDWverse Tracks/Jazz for the prompt "excessive gratitude"

[nkfloofiepoof]

Noted!

[eerian_sadow]

^_^ yay! ever since Spotlight Jazz i have been craving this pairing.

1/2

[nkfloofiepoof]

I've been struggling with this since I got home from BotCon, and I'm by far not happy with it, but any improvements just seem to make it worse. Sorry D: *hides under a rock*

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Cybertron was disturbingly quiet.

Before the war, Cybertron as a whole was a noisy, bustling planet, the atmosphere filled with constant tones, static, notes, music, and transmissions all being fired from mech to mech, femme to femme, throughout all breems and kliks of the orn. Those noises were accompanied by the telltale roars of many different models and varieties of engines as citizens weaved their way through the towering buildings and each other to go about their, at the time, peaceful lives.

Now, Cybertron was as quiet as space itself - no music, no voices on the air, no engines rumbling. There was not even the soft noise of static to be heard - all the radio towers which may have once fueled it were destroyed long ago. The silence was eerie, unnerving, and depressing.

The only positive aspect was that, with such encompassing silence, it was impossible to not hear when someone was approaching from behind.

When he heard the first step, Jazz lifted his head from where he had been staring down toward the broken city streets far below where he and the other Autobots were recouping. When the steps only grew closer, Jazz turned to face the newcomer. He expected Prowl, Ratchet, or Kup - maybe even Trailbreaker or Blaster - but he could not fully hide a slight flicker of his visor in surprise when he identified who approached him.

"Figured you could use a break," Tracks' said, his smooth voice flowing easily through the choking silence. "You've been out here almost six cycles. Everybody's had a quick recharge but you."

"I'm fine," Jazz assured him with a dismissive wave of one hand. "I'd rather be out here keepin' watch than in there worryin' about everythin' else." He turned back to the balcony then glanced to his side when he saw blue and white at the edge of his vision.

"Mind if I join you then?" Tracks asked. "Prowl and Kup don't have anything for me to do, and I've got too much pent up energy to go offline."

"Be my guest - two sets of optics're better than one, yeah?" Jazz grinned as his tone of voice turned gently teasing. "'Course, 'ya could just go tell the others another story. Get their spirits back up again." His grin widened just a little when his comment earned him a soft, embarrassed noise from the red-faced mech.

"I'm afraid I burned out my one good story already," Tracks responded with a small grin of his own. He lifted his head to gaze at the sky. "I'm just glad it helped. So many of them were ready to give up and walk away - all I did was remind them that they're Autobots, and Autobots stick together to the end."

Jazz nodded and leaned forward against the edge of the balcony again to return his gaze to the streets below. "S'a good thing to remind them of, especially now."

"I know." Tracks' attention drifted back to his white companion as his own grin widened. "After all, you're the one who taught me that."

2/2

[nkfloofiepoof]

Vorns of training in his multiple specialized fields had taught Jazz to not be surprised or taken off guard by anything, no matter how unexpected, but still - his visor brightened fractionally and flickered yet again in surprise before he turned his head to meet Tracks' gaze and knowing expression. Huh. "How long ago did 'ya figure it out?" he had to ask.

"You have a very unique voice, Jazz. It wasn't that hard." The blue and white mech shrugged. "Besides, you clearly didn't want to be identified, so when I finally met you when I was in decent shape and realized you were the one from that orn, I didn't say anything. I just wish I'd been able to see you in action back then. I bet Razorclaw's still hurting."

Jazz barked out a laugh and turned back to the skyline. "I doubt that, but I thank 'ya for the vote of confidence anyway." His grin found its way back on his face as he watched the stars beyond the broken spires of the city. "It's not that I didn't wanna be identified - I jus' figured what I said would sink in better an' stick with 'ya if there wasn't a name to go with it."

"Well, it did that," Tracks admitted, and Jazz started to respond, but he cut himself off when he felt something brush against his back, glancing quickly to his side to see that Tracks had moved. "But because I felt I couldn't approach you about it before, I never got a chance to properly thank you for saving my life."

"And 'ya decided now was better?" Jazz asked, but he did not pull away from the fingers working their way under the plating of his lower back. "One of yer superior officers could come out here any time, y'know."

"You're one of my superior officers," Tracks' voice smoothed over Jazz's sensor horn as his fingers found a bundle of wires to thread through. "Tell me to stop."

Jazz shifted his stance so he could pull away from Tracks' hand without getting the other mech's fingers tangled in his wiring, and once he was sure that would not happen, he turned around to face Tracks, leaning back against the balcony and propping himself against it with his elbows. "Technically, we're even anyway," Jazz pointed out, but even if the grin had not given away his superior's consent of the situation, the amused tone in his voice would have. "I got 'ya outta there, and 'ya made the fight later on easier for me by plowin' into Divebomb and leavin' me with just Razorclaw to deal with."

Tracks leaned in with his hands on the balcony edge on either side of Jazz, optics to visor, hoods almost touching. "That doesn't count," he chided the white mech. "Besides, I want to make sure I thank you thoroughly." When the last micron of space between them closed and hood scraped softly against hood, there was not much telling whose engine gave off the first purr - maybe it was simultaneous. "Now, are you going to let me show my gratitude or not?"

"Well..." Jazz's grin widened as the glow of his visor darkened. "If you insist."

[nkfloofiepoof]

Yep, I have

[nkfloofiepoof]

Got it~

[nkfloofiepoof]

Probably not what you were looking for, alas D: But Slag didn't want to cooperate

---

"Hey, bring that welder over here, will 'ya?"

"I will when I'm through using it!"

"I need it now, and that's the only one left that works!"

"Too bad - I'm usin' it!"

"Oh, for - shut up, both of you!" Swoop shrieked from where he had his head buried in one of the many open access panels over the Skyfire's still battered and rather sorry-looking frame. "Slag, give him the frelling welder, already. You can use your own flamethrower until he's finished with it."

Slag growled and clutched the lone functional welder to his chest protectively. "I had it first!" he protested. At this, Swoop extracted his head from the panel and favored him with a deadpan stare.

"What are you - in your first vorn online?"

This, of course, immediately set Slag on edge, and he all but roared his anger at the slender Dynobot. Snarl, having grown tired of the arguing, decided to simply take matters into his own hands. He needed the welder just as much as Slag, and Swoop had a point - Slag practically had a welder of his own in his alt mode's mouth. He could do without for a few breems.

Slag let out an enraged bellow when the welder was suddenly snatched away from him, and he immediately lashed out to hook his arm around Snarl's neck. "Give that back!" he roared and started to grapple with Snarl who tried to keep his back to Slag so the other Dynobot had to work around the armor plates which made up the tail of his Stegosaurus mode. It might have worked if Slag had not simply grabbed him by one of the plates and jerked him around, and the two tumbled over the Skyfire's chassis and over the edge to the ground.

Swoop merely sighed as the noise of the tussle and Slag's swearing reached him and Sludge still atop the Skyfire.

"Something tells me," Sludge drawled, "that even though Ultra Magnus has him locked up right now, Grimlock's getting off easy."

[spotlight-noa.livejournal.com]

Comicverse Shockwave x Megatron, hostage negotiations

[nkfloofiepoof]

Comicverse as in Marvel, DW, or IDW? *knows very little of Marvel* Regardless, I'll give it a shot~ ♥

[spotlight-noa.livejournal.com]

DW is my favorite, but IDW is fine. They basically hate each other in all of 'em. X3

[nkfloofiepoof]

I totally butchered yours too. *feels horrible*

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"I am not amused," Megatron snarled angrily, his white face and burning optics filling the majority of the terminal's screen.

"Good," Shockwave responded from his own side of the connection, "because it would hardly be prudent to waste my time trying to amuse you."

One crimson optic twitched. "Was that sarcasm? From you?" Megatron growled. "I'm not sure whether to be even angrier or disturbed."

"Merely stating facts, Lord Megatron."

"I don't have time for this, Shockwave!"

"Fact: you have been focusing entirely too much time and resources on the Autobot forces in Iacon when I have proven to you that Altihex is a much more worthwhile target currently. Fact: you, in turn, are wasting his time and resources when his skills and abilities could be much better put to use in the gathering of information for the strategies involving Altihex and Nova Cronum."

"Fact," Megatron rumbled with barely contained rage, "I am the leader of this army because the actions I take and strategies I plan are the ones that work. Now, release my communications specialist, or I will come over there and see to it personally that you don't question my authority again!"

Behind Shockwave, Soundwave watched the argument unfold with no small amount of amusement. This seemed to happen several times a vorn - each one thought he could use Soundwave's talents and abilities more efficiently, and Shockwave often ended up "abducting" him until Megatron either listened to his advice and took it seriously or came after Soundwave himself - in which case, he still had to listen to Shockwave's recommendations; he just denied it more vehemently in that scenario.

He might have found it annoying if it was not so amusing.

"Perhaps if you would simply listen to reason for a change, I would not have to resort to this," Shockwave was saying.

"I listen to those who have earned the right to my consideration, and your behavior is not making me eager to include you in that short list, Shockwave."

"I find your lack of faith disturbing. My 'behavior', as you put it, is for the greater good of the Decepticon cause, as well as Cybertron's future, and you cannot deny that when you follow my suggestions, there are fewer casualties as well as less waste of resources and time."

"That still doesn't excuse detaining Soundwave, and-" Megatron cut himself off with a snarl. "I am not going to sit here and argue anymore. I'll be there in two orns to retrieve Soundwave, and if you continue to defy me, Shockwave, I will not be held accountable for my actions!" He did not wait for Shockwave to respond, cutting off the connection as soon as he was finished speaking.

Shockwave looked at the blank screen calmly for a brief klik before he mused aloud, "The only action he is being held accountable for is his ignominious weakness for a certain communications specialist."

To this, Soundwave could not help but respond, "Indeed."

[spotlight-noa.livejournal.com]

SDJFKDSFSDK I LOVED THIS SO MUCH WTF

I AM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO READ IT I DON'T GET LJ NOTIFICATIONS ANYMORE (THEY DON'T LET ME D8) BUT OMG I LOOOOVE THIS.

=DDDDDD

Thank you so much!

[nkfloofiepoof]

I'm so glad you liked~ ♥ *was uber worried since she's never written Shockwave before, and Megatron never cooperates*

[vani-nessa.livejournal.com]

Can I ask for Starscream/Jazz for the prompt unexpected?

[nkfloofiepoof]

Of course you may~ ♥

[vejiraziel.livejournal.com]

Hound/Mirage - 'I hate this Primus damned bonnet!'

[nkfloofiepoof]

You got it :O