Drinking Game"Peter Piper pp p p…ah frag it!"Drinking Game9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Prowl entered the common room just in time to see Ratchet knock back a shot of energon and gesture to Wheeljack with a gruff "Your turn."
Curious, the tactician walked over to where the two were sitting in a small circle that included Jazz, Bluestreak and the twins. "Excuse me, but what is going on here?" The black and white asked curiously.
"Drinkin' game." Sideswipe answered brightly.
"It's a good 'un too." Jazz added. "Gotta say a tongue twister. Y' mess it up and y' gotta take a drink. Last mech standin' wins, literally."
"Why?" Prowl queried, head tilted slightly to one side.
"We fragged the 'cons this afternoon, we're all off duty and nobody's in Repair." Ratchet said. "Now, you gonna join in or let us get back to our game?" When Prowl moved to turn away, the medic added a sly "Or are you worried we'll beat you?"
If there was one thing that Prowl could not resist, it was a challenge. He nodded and took a chair from one of the other tables and join
Charmed Life"I really hate math, you know," Spike grumbled sourly to the towering green mech sitting next to him. "I really appreciate the help, Hound. Thank you." They were sitting in the Autobot lounge, Spike's books spread out on an enormous table and Spike arranged comfortably next to them. Hound sat in a chair next to him peering closely at the tiny book containing Spike's math lesson.Charmed Life9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"No problem, Spike. Glad I could help. Math is pretty universal, you know."
"Just be glad he ain't studyin' some dead language, like Latin." Their heads turned at the jovial voice and watched Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and Bluestreak enter the lounge.
"Or Earth History," Sideswipe added.
"I heard Bumblebee once got stuck helping you with Human Anatomy," came from Sunstreaker.
Bluestreak giggled at the thought as he crossed the room and got a ration of energon from the dispenser. "He told me it was f
TF - Best Laid Plans"Best Laid Plans"TF - Best Laid Plans9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Red Alert wrung his hands in concern, watching as a troop of Autobot warriors vanished down the road from the Ark, a dust cloud kicking up their wake and the Aerialbots flying off overhead. Normally, such a small rescue team wouldn't be of concern to the Security Director...except that they were the fourth one to leave in the last three days.
A few days prior, a call for help from Cybertron's Autobot femme resistance force regarding some troublesome activity from Shockwave and his drone army reached the Ark, causing Ironhide, Mirage, Smokescreen and Powerglide to climb aboard Omega Supreme for a flight home to kick a little aft. Then, late last night, word reached the Autobots from Kuwait that the country's oil fields were under heavy assault from not only the Insecticons, but the Constucticons as led by Megatron, as well. Optimus Prime gathered a force consisting of Bluestreak, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Trailbreaker, Warpath, Gea
Thunderstruck"This isn't so bad, you know. Getting away from the Ark for awhile. Outside, in the fresh air. Even though it is hot and dusty. And the sun is really bright..." Bluestreak rambled, watching the readout on the scanner in his hand as he swung it back and forth over the ground.Thunderstruck10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sideswipe shrugged and grunted absently, not really listening to the silver Autobot.
"Even if we don't find anything out here," Bluestreak continued. "It is out in the middle of nowhere, isn't it? I always wondered what Sparkplug meant by that. I think I understand now." He looked up from the scanner, his optics taking in the barren cliffs looming over him. Cliffs pocked with hundreds of small caves. "Gah! Is this thing even working?" He shook the scanner and then rapped it smartly with his hand. "It's not registering a thing. Just a lot of empty space under our feet.
Groundhog DayThe Ark's lounge was unusually quiet for a weekday evening. Only Jazz, Bluestreak, and four minibots occupied the large room. All were busy with their own thoughts or tasks and nobody was talking including Bluestreak who was furiously entering text into a datapad.Groundhog Day10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sideswipe stepped into the lounge and looked around at the occupants. His optics glowed brightly with a new idea, a revelation that he was positive no one else had ever had.
The few 'bots present studiously ignored him and his brother, Sunstreaker, who stood behind him wearing an expression of infinite patience or resignation. Even he wasn't sure which.
Sideswipes' optics fell on Jazz whose gently tapping foot and bobbing head suggested that he was otherwise occupied. Bluestreak quickly glanced up from his datapad and then looked down again hoping that Sideswipe hadn't noticed his attention. The minibots gathered around the tv pretended t
The Squeaky Toys TrilogyChapter OneThe Squeaky Toys Trilogy10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey, TC, you gotta see what I just got."
"Skywarp, unless it's a one-way ticket to Cybertron, I am not interested," Thundercracker grumbled, not even looking at the purple Seeker.
"Oh, now, c'mon. I guarantee you'll love it," Skywarp wheedled, coming to stand and stare over Thundercracker's shoulder.
"I am busy, Skywarp," Thundercracker growled. "Busy cleaning up the mess you made of our reports for the last 3 workshifts. I am definitely not interested in anything you might have." He spun around in his seat to glare at his wingmate and banged his head on the cardboard box Skywarp was carrying.
Now, it wasn't a large box, not by Decepticon standards. Actually, it was a rather small box but Skywarp was very proud of it and had stuck it out show Thundercracker.
Thundercracker raised his hand and pushed Skywarp away and in the process crushed one side of said box.
"Hey, easy. Valuable merchandise in there," Skywarp scolded the blue Seeker
Transformers: The Banned List"This has gone too far," Prowl said. He looked up from the report of the twins' latest tirade to glance at the Autobot leader.Transformers: The Banned List7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Optimus Prime had to agree with his second-in-command. After having only arrived on Earth a mere two Earth-weeks ago, the infamous troublemakers, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, had already terrorized half of the Autobots that had arrived to Earth before them, making what they called 'good use' of the resources the humans provided. Out of fifteen Autobots now on Earth, only a handful had escaped the twins' pranks . . . so far.
Optimus brought a fresh datapad over to his desk and went to work entering data into it. "I never thought I would have to do this, but this prank spree has gotten too far out of hand."
Prowl stood up and joined his commander, optics glancing at the information appearing on the datapad. "Sir, do you think they would truly abide by this?"
Optimus paused. "They are troublemakers and have broken rules from time to time, but even they have limits,
Warrantee ExpiredWarrantee ExpiredWarrantee Expired7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Stupid, fraggin', pit-spawned, glitchy "
Wheeljack paused outside the door and listened to the string of foul language drifting out of the human quarters. What in Cybertron's name was causing Carly so much grief? He opened the door and peeked inside.
Carly looked up from her position on the floor and scowled at the engineer and Wheeljack stared down at the young woman sprawled amidst what appeared to be the remains of a large chair.
"What?" Carly growled.
"Did the chair explode?"
"No, it didn't explode," she responded sarcastically. "I'm trying to put it together. Stupid instructions leave out half the steps and the other half are unintelligible. I'm about ready to throw the whole mess into the volcano." Then she sighed and ran a hand through her blonde hair. "But then I wouldn't have a gift for Spike. What a mess."
Wheeljack eyed the bits and pieces of the
A Foul DeedThe road up to the volcano had been improved significantly since they'd last made the trip. It still wasn't paved but the track was wider and straighter and the ruts they'd had to avoid on the way down from the mountain were gone, leaving a smooth, if dusty, drive back.A Foul Deed9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sparkplug was grateful for the improvements. He didn't think his back could take another bumpy ride in the old pickup truck, especially one as loaded down as his. He and his son, Spike, had spent the entire week in Portland buying all the necessities humans needed to live among giant robots. It had not been an easy task, either. The Ark had been pretty much unfit for humans. The Autobots had reassured the humans that they'd take care of some things, such as plumbing, but it had fallen upon Sparkplug and Spike to supply everything else. The pickup creaked and groaned its way up the mountain road under the weight of everything else.
TF's: Not Again Wheeljack..."Of all the ill-fated, inconceivable, incorrigible, idiotic, indescribable--"TF's: Not Again Wheeljack...8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Autobots of all shapes and sizes paused in their daily business as the ranting voice erupted from the medbay. Some of the newer ones look around in surprise. Most merely grinned knowingly at one another. Someone had obviously pushed the wrong button on a certain medic. Once one considered the fact that the twins were presently out on patrol, it really only left one mechanism who managed to wind Ratchet up on a regular basis.
"--insane, imbecilic, ideological, ignorant... GAH! Why today of all days, Wheeljack!"
Said scientist was standing sheepishly in the doorway, dripping fluids from one hand while three newly-detached digits sat sparking in the other. His headfins flashed a soft shade of pink in embarrassment as he scratched the side of his blackened face.
"I wasn't expecting it to self-destruct so suddenly. I even had Prowl double-check the formula for the internuclear filter system. It was perfectl
Baby, Don't Cry"WehwehwehWEHWEH…" Sunstreaker glanced up from the video game he was playing, faceplate twisted in an expression of anger and disgust.Baby, Don't Cry7 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What the frag is that horrible racket?"
"WEHWEHWEH!" The racket was getting louder and more insistent. Bluestreak and Hound glanced at each other.
"I don't know," Bluestreak said and got up from the couch. "I've never heard anything like it. Kind of mechanical but it reminds me of something organic too."
He headed for the door to the lounge but it slid open before he could reach it. "WAAAAAAHHHHH!"
The audiosplitting noise blasted into the room and Bluestreak winced, covering his audiosensor.
"Gah!" Sunstreaker shouted. "Whatever it is, get it out of here."
Hound leaned forward on the couch, trying to see what was happening. Standing in the doorway was Spike, and it seemed he was the source of the noise or rather the object he was holding in
TF - Hang OnTitle - Hang OnTF - Hang On6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Requested by - trailsmaagirl
Fandom - Transformers G1
Main Characters - Bluestreak, Primus, Sideswipe
Setting - Earth
Rating - Teen
Word Count - 2,816
Hang on Blue!
Who was talking so loudly? The voice it sounded so familiar, but he couldnt quite remember who it was. Everything hurt he was certain one or both of his optics were damaged, for he couldnt see and even trying to power them on sent pain crashing through his broken body. His systems were whining in the effort to do something, anything to attempt repairs and warnings continued to flash across his processor, warning him of the eminent stasis lock.
Bluestreak, come on, dont give up!
Another voice why couldnt he figure out who was speaking to him. Someone was holding his battered body close; he could feel the warmth from the others chassis in the gentle hold. A soft stroke on his
A Study of Twins: ProloguePrologue:A Study of Twins: Prologue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wheeljack, no, Ratchet said, standing firm.
They need to be raised by a pair, the engineer pointed out. You and Ironhide are--
Not taking them, Ratchet insisted. He turned away from Wheeljack to continue cleaning up for the next shift.
Youre the only one on the team with a mate, Wheeljack told his friend. And you were the one who said it would be best for them to have two parental figures.
Had I know that I was apparently volunteering Ironhide and myself, I would have kept silent.
Wheeljack frowned. Ratchet, I know you want to, but you are the only one that can.
Ratchet sighed, pausing in his cleaning. There was just no way of getting out of this. Wheeljack was not going to let him back down. The medic let his gaze shift over to the corner of the medical bay, where the subjects of the argument lay curled together in recharge. Ratchet was quiet for the longest tim
Zen and the Art of PrankingThe watering hole is a dangerous place even for the king of beasts. The image of the lion creeping down to the water hole held the two mechs attention as they watch the lion carefully dip its muzzle into the water. What seems to be a quiet place to get a drink can turn deadly in the blink of an eye Zen and the Art of Pranking6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hound tensed slightly as the camera pulled back to reveal a crocodile swimming stealthily towards the lion. He clicked the remote freezing the image on the tv screen. He looked up from where his head rested in Trailbreakers lap and said, The lion or the crocodile. He held up two energon goodies in his other hand.
Trailbreaker studied the screen thoughtfully. The quiet in the empty rec room stretching on much longer than Hound thought was necessary. He was about to call a foul when Trailbreaker glanced down at Hound. The crocodile.
.:Medical Observations:..:You Know You're An Autobot Medic When:..:Medical Observations:.8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
o You believe that all fluid leaks stop... eventually.
o You find humour in other's stupidity.
o You believe that 90% of your patients are a poor excuse for a protoform.
o Discussing dismemberment over a few rounds of high grade seems perfectly normal to you.
o Your idea of a good time is a full system crash at shift change.
o You believe in aerial spraying of tranquillisers.
o You disbelieve 90% of what you are told and 75% of what you see.
o You have your time off planned for a year in advance.
o You encourage an obnoxious patient to sign a self-discharge form so you don't have to deal with them any longer.
o You believe that the commanders should require a permit from the High Council to do anything more dangerous than scratch their afts.
o You believe that unspeakable evils will befall anyone who utters the phrase "Wow, it's really quiet isn't it?"
Dancing MachineDancing MachineDancing Machine7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Please tell me. Pleeeeease." Sari bounced on Bulkhead's chest.
"No. Don't ask me anymore." Bulkhead lay flat on his back, arms and legs spread eagled, trying not to move and dislodged the tiny human.
"No, no, no and stop with the big optics...eyes. I'm not telling and you can't make me."
Sari leaned forward bracing herself with her hands on Bulkhead's chin and peered into his optics with her patented "I'm going to get my way puppydog eyes." "C'mon, Bulkhead, you can tell me."
"What's going on here?" It was Optimus Prime to the rescue.
"I just asked Bulkhead a simple question and he won't answer me," Sari explained patiently.
"Because it's too embarrassing."
"What's too embarrassing?" Prowl entered the tv room curiosity clearly written on his face plate.
"Hey, Prowl," Sari greeted her second favorite bot. "I just was asking Bulky how he joined
CSI: Ark - 1 of 9I bet you it was the big guy.CSI: Ark - 1 of 97 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Jazz threw a sly, amused look towards the other side of the couch in the Arks Rec Room. Hed been surprised pleasantly so- to find company for his late nights in front of the TV, watching CSI in any of the shows many variations. His company had grown to include a rolling roster, and at the moment covered Hound, Mirage, Tracks and of all people- Prowl. Jazz wasnt even sure quite what Prowl liked about the bottomless camp and technical make-believe of the show, but for all appearances the SIC was enjoying himself enough to wave a dismissive hand at Tracks comment. Tracks had an astonishing ability to pick the guilty party: he consistently failed. Jazz, whod been about to render the same verdict, knew that he could now swear to Big Guys innocence in front of Primus himself.
Nah, it was the femme. Hound stretched lazily.
Its always the femme with you. Mirage threw hi
A Study of Twins: Ch. OneChapter OneA Study of Twins: Ch. One6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ratchet was woken from recharge by the sound of crying sparklings echoing through the unit. He groaned and nuzzled against Ironhide lightly. He felt the larger mech put his arms around his waist as the crying continued. It took both of them several breems to realize that the crying came from the sparklings that theyd settled into the room just across from their own. Ratchet on-lined his optics and pushed himself away from Ironhide, getting off the berth and sleepily heading into the other room.
Sideswipe was crying at the highest pitch his vocalizer could manage and Sunstreakers cries were just as loud, if not louder than his brothers. The medic leaned over the edge of the crib and picked up Sideswipe, pulling him close and cradling him. The sparkling slowly started calming down as Ratchet bounced him up and down. Ratchet knew the young mech couldnt be hungry; a quick scan showed Sideswipes energy levels as normal and he had just
.:Ratchet's Resignation:..:Ratchet's Resignation:..:Ratchet's Resignation:.8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dear Commanding Officer/Waste of Parts/Annoyance of the Millennium Award Winner/Pentium Reliant Collection of Scrap/Ruiner of My Life at Large/ Son of an iMac: (Del. As applicable)</i>
As a graduate of an institution of higher education known as the Medical Academy of Iacon and holder of a senior role in your staff, I have a few very basic expectations. Chief among these is that my direct superiors have an intellectual capacity that ranges above that of the common hexnut. After your consistent annoying and harassment of my co-workers and myself during the commission of our duties over the past twelve million years, I can only surmise that you are one of the few true technological and mechanical wastes of our time.
Asking me, a highly qualified, senior medical technician, to explain every little nuance of everything I do each time you happen to stroll into my office is not only a waste of time, but also a waste of precious oxygen, fuel and proc
Mad Ninja SkillzMad Ninja SkillzMad Ninja Skillz7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Where did you get your mad, ninja skillz?"
Prowl glanced down at the tiny human, his mouth stretched into a tight frown. "I'm afraid I don't understand. What are mad, ninja skillz?"
Sari hopped up onto the chair next to the motorcycle bot and stared up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Oh, you know, like Enter the Dragon and Bruce Lee and Hong Kong Fooey. Hai ya!" She struck a pose, hands flattened in a karate imitation. "You have throwing stars and you do all kinds of exciting things, even turn invisible. Wait a minute." She jumped down from the chair and hurried off into Autobots' base. Minutes later she was back with her laptop.
Prowl watched the girl silently as she opened the computer and started wildly punching keys. Finally she sat back apparently satisfied. "Here, watch."
A movie was playing and Prowl studied it silently. Surely the h
Brotherly BondsSubject: The TransformersBrotherly Bonds7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pairing: Sideswipe and Sunstreaker (Twiiiiinss )
Summary: A simple visit and art session turns into something more
Warning: Slash! Twincest No likey no lookie.
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Being stuck in medical sucked aft. Being stuck in medical with nothing to do sucked more aft. Being stuck in medical with nothing to do and his brother not being there, now that was pure torture.
Sunstreaker laid on one of the many recharge berths in the Hatchets medbay, his left leg missing just below the knee joint. He was in pain, grouchy, hostile, and if anyone even so much as looked at him wrong he swore to Primus he was going to rip out their fuel pumps and shove it up their exhaust pipe.
Not that it mattered though, no one would even consider to come and visit him. Well maybe that wasnt entirely true. Jazz did try and visit him earlier But Ratchet threw him out, literally, saying that Sunstreaker needed rest and should not be disturbed
CSI: Ark - EpilogueSo is it me, or did we hand the cons their afts harder than we usually do? Jazz leaned back on his chair, looking about the Main Briefing Room. He knew he was making an understatement: the Autobots had fallen on their enemies like the wrath of the proverbial gods.CSI: Ark - Epilogue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It would seem we were unusually fortunate, yes. Prowl was still going over the section reports.
You think? Ratchet came through the door and sat down with his own data slate, rolling his shoulders before leveling a look at the SIC. When was the last time I joined you in one of these post-battle little chats?
Prowl made a non-committal sound.
Aw, youre just sore cuz you lost, Prowl. Jazz crossed his arms behind his head.
I beg your pardon? The black-and-white Datsun gave him a surprised glance. By whose definition?
I dropped a T-Rex on him!, Jazz protested, letting his chair thump forward. What more do you wa