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
.:Curse of The Rubik's Cube:..:The Curse of the Rubix Cube:..:Curse of The Rubik's Cube:.9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A strange feeling had hounded Ratchet throughout the day and now, as he sat in his office making a paper clip chain, he realised what it was. During the entire day, thus far at least, the entire eight-hour shift he'd worked up to this point, precisely slag all had happened.
The Decepticons hadn't attacked; Wheeljack hadn't been carted into medbay in a self-induced blazing inferno; Red Alert hadn't had a minor circuit seizure over a speck of dust; Sunstreaker hadn't scratched his paintjob and had a screaming blue fit about it and Prime, dear old Prime, hadn't seen fit to terrorise him with the results of yet another attack on the 'Cons base. At any other time Ratchet would have been in a really good mood about this turn of events, but no, something was wrong - very wrong.
That something was really quite simple. He was bored stiff, no actually, more than that – he was deathly bored. He linked the last paper clip in his paper clip chain to the first,
.:Picking Up The Pieces:..icking Up The Pieces:..:Picking Up The Pieces:.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh, sweet Primus…you cannot be serious! 'Jack, please – it's the fourth time this week alone and it's only goddamn well Wednesday!"
Or so went the conversation at 4am in Ratchet's quarters. If there was one thing he hated it was being unceremoniously kicked out of recharge in the wee small hours of the morning. If there were two things he hated it was being unceremoniously kicked out of recharge in the wee small hours of the morn by Wheeljack.
"It's another three hours before I'm on duty, 'Jack. Can't you call 'Aid in on this? It's his shift for frag's sake. Some of us need some downtime here," he complained into his comm.
There was a loud crash followed by an ominous silence on the other end of the comm-channel.
"Wheeljack?! Oh, come on, slaggit…not now…"
The dim blue illumination of his optics flared slightly in the darkness as he rolled reluctantly to a sitting position on his bunk. What he could really do with now was an eighteen hour 'charge sessi
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
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
For want of a lab ratFor want of a lab-ratFor want of a lab rat7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
First Aid looked up in mild surprise as his mentor almost pounced on the stack of fresh supplies and tugged one box free from the pile. What is it boss? He queried absently, most of his attention devoted to eradicating a particularly obstinate stain on his favourite socket wrench. It looked like ground-in dried energon but it was far too tough for that.
A new tool from Cybertron. Was the answer. I ordered this frigging thing months ago.
Oh? Aid set down the rag and decided the stain had to be rust or something, directing the low-level surgical laser in his right pinkie at it in an attempt to abrade the thing out. What is it?
Cranial and thorasic neuro-stimulus monitor. Came the reply. In the background Aid could hear the sound of packing material meeting a swift, merciful death at his mentors hands. Absolutely top of the line, ultra-sensitive and de
Ratchet and 'Jack slashficWhat exactly is it youre working on Wheeljack? Ratchet asked curiously as he approached him, looking over his shoulder. Wheeljack gave a short grin. Heh, nuthin much really. Im just fixing the immobilizer I made a while back, thats all. Things are going a bit slow at the moment so I thought Id just fix some of my problem areas of ma inventions. He turned around and faced the doctor who smiled at him.Ratchet and 'Jack slashfic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How about some nice, cool energon outside, buddy? Ratchet put a hand on Wheeljacks shoulder. Wheeljack got a little surprised because of that and looked at Ratchets hand a little startled, before relaxing. What? A drink? Sure why not, Id love that. Its way too hot in ere, we gotta ask Prime to get us some air-conditioning or somethin.
Ratchet laughed as he gave Wheeljack a cube of energon and one for himself. Youre right, I mostly feel like my circuits get fri
Grin and Bear itGrin and Bear itGrin and Bear it8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"…And if you ever, EVER pull that stunt again, I will personally peel those wings off your back with a crowbar." Ratchet leaned in close to his victim. "You got that Powerglide?"
"Y,yes Ratchet." The newly repaired Minibot stammered.
"Good." The CMO grunted and gestured at the door. "You're on medical leave for the next 12 hours and light duties for the 36 after that. Now get out."
Ratchet shook his head and started wiping down the repair berth. A series of skirmishes had so far left half a dozen Autobots in need of repair and the exterior defenses in a shambles. As of this moment, only Prowl and Inferno were still being worked on, but Ratchet knew that there were bound to be more casualties soon. Primus didn't love him enough to give him anything short of daily chaos.
"You have such a way with words, Ratch," Inferno chuckled lightly from his berth. "Ever think of making a career out of it?"
"I have enough of a headache with the one I have n
TF - Prank the HatchetTitle - Prank the HatchetTF - Prank the Hatchet7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Requested by - Starscream225647
Fandom - Transformers
Main Characters - Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Ratchet
Rating - Kid, Teen
Word Count - 1,231
Sideswipe smiled, standing back to make sure their work was completed. He gave his brother an even brighter grin, for which Sunstreaker just sighed silently and shook his head.
Ratchet woke up minutes before his shifted started, stretching stiffness out of his gears as he walked out of his room and into the hall. He paused, glancing up and down the hallway why did it seem so quiet? He knew it was early in the morning, but something just seemed off.
Maybe it was just paranoia, but he knew something was going on. The CMO shook his head and walked up to the medbay doors entering the code and stepping through as they hissed open. The lights came on, revealing his medbay in a flash of light that his optics took a moment to adjust to. His daily routine