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ayngelcatTitle: “The Autobots share their experiences”
Universe: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Autobot ensemble, Thundercracker, Viewfinder
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story
Prompt: #3 A long way from home.
Notes: Set sometime in the first part of G1 series 1
A long Way from Home: "The Autobots share their experiences"
“It’s on!” Yelled Bumblebee. There was a mad rush as the Autobots gathered around the small TV in the rec room.
The balding human in the garish blue jacket with the very white denta spoke excitedly. ”I’m happy to say that today we have a very special item in our show. We’re gonna bring you face to face with some of our very special visitors here on Earth …”
“This is it!” Squeaked Bumblebee. There was a warm murmur around him. Other than from Brawn and Gears, who scowled, and Mirage, who muttered “Terrible taste in colour scheme!”
“Shhhh!” said several of the others.
The human was talking: “As you know, our entire philosophy of the universe changed a few months back when giant robots were discovered on Earth. These robots – who call themselves Autobots – came to our attention when their enemies the Decepticons – who were out to destroy the Earth - attacked an oil rig off the coast of Oregon. As you know a valiant rescue mission was launched, with humans and robots then fighting together to put an end of the Decepticons and banish them to the bottom of the ocean."
“Yeah - well that was kinda short lived!” wailed Huffer.
“Shhh!” said the others again.
“Now after that as you know the Decepticons were thought destroyed but they cropped up again,” the human went on. “However, thanks to the Autobots they’ve been kept in check and apart from damaging a few factories and military bases, their impact has been minimal.”
“Today we have a little slot in the show and we asked some of the Autobots along to see what they think of our planet Earth and what it’s like being such a long way from home … and …” he hesitated, grinning. “here’s an extra clincher! As a real special treat – we managed to rope a couple of Decepticons into coming along!”
There was a discontented stir. “Who suggested those creeps?” growled Sunstreaker.
“Shhh! They were in a separate room!” Said Bumblebee. “Here, we’re on now. Hey, I’m up first!”
“Bumblebee?” The microphone was pointing in the direction of the minibot.
“Hey – uh - Earth ‘s cool!” he bubbled. “I’ve made so many friends here and there’s so much stuff that humans do that we’d never have thought of doing on Cybertron. Of course, I miss it sometimes but heck , it was pretty totaled by the time we left, this is much better to look at. And I’ve always lived by the motto that home is where you make it.”
“Thank you Bumblebee! And now we have – Hound!
The minibot beamed, but some of the others looked disappointed. “Is that it?” said Sideswipe.
“They didn’t have much time!” defended Bumblebee. “There were a lot of us to get through! Look – Hound’s on.”
“Beautiful! “ the tracker was saying. “Just beautiful! I always wanted to be a roving grounder and this has opened up possibilities I never could have had on Cybertron. I love my alt form! And it goes anywhere – uphill, downhill, over rocks, through sand, water, even snow! And the scenery! It’s all – awesome. But I think the mountains are my favourite.
And the weather. I never went off Cybertron much, you see, and I used to talk to traders who went to other planets with weather and I always dreamed of finding out what rain and snow were like. Cos we had storms on Cybertron you see – electrical storms. And wind, lots of wind. But never any moisture.
“Then there’s all the species! All the animals, the birds, the insects …. Not to mention the trees, the flowers …. ” Cliffjumper yawned at this point. “ I know some of my colleagues are a bit funny about organics, but heck, I love ’em all. I hope my pal Beachcomber gets here soon cos he’ll have a real field day!”
“Thank you, Hound …”
“Hey yeah – I could go on all day! But seriously – no – I don’t miss Cybertron one bit. Anyone wanna offer me a permanent garage I the mountains, I’m in!"
“That’s good, good! I’m sure there’ll be a few offers from out there!”
“Now here we have uh – uh … “
“Mirage!” said the blue and white mech. He looked less than happy.
“Of course!” said the smiling human. “How could we forget. You’re - the rich guy! – right?” he beamed, denta flashing.
Mirage gave him a cool stare. “Earth is – uh – interesting!” he said. “But what I can’t understand, is why humans have never developed quantum levitation. This grinding along on wheels - its rather - primitive. I for one have a devil of a job getting through all that sand with racing tyres, and I imagine your ‘cars’ must too. Now if you’d have seen the track on Cybertron I could have shown you just how fast our molecular propulsion systems could make us go. Ah for the days when Blurr and I … “
“Uh - Thank you, Mirage! “ The interviewer cut in, laughing falsely. “I guess we gotta get some of our scientists looking at that err – um molecular revulsion. Yeah!”.
A giggle went up among those gathered. Mirage gave an exasperated sigh.
“And now we have a very special Autobot!” A groan went up as Ratchet’s large chevroned helm appeared. “And if we thought Mirage was negative!” muttered Gears.
“Ratchet?”
The medic looked surprisingly awkward. “Yeah it’s uh – well it ain’t Cybertron, but I agree, it’s interesting,” he said, still looking uncomfortable. “It would have been better of course, if we’d had the pleasure without the Decepticons. I mean, you’re probably not looking at the best guy to say what a fantastic time we’re having here, since a lot of mine's been spent patching up the results of their activities! You may think they haven't been up to much but believe me, they've done plenty enough to keep me busy. Mind you ..." His optic ridges furrowed into a frown “I've also had my work cut out fixing up the results of my colleagues doing idiotic things they’d never have dreamed of doing on Cybertron.”
“I don’t know what’s got into em, “ he went on, glowering. "Racing up mountains, jumping out of aeroplanes, surfing, snowball fights! I have to say, there are certain times when mechs oughtta be mechs …”
“Haha all right thank you!” the camera swung around. A few of the Autobots looked relieved.
“And here - finally we have – Prowl!”
Everybody stiffened.
Prowl’s paintwork gleamed in the studio lights. He drew himself up. “The important thing is not how we feel about being away from home, but about maintaining a cohesive and disciplined unit, “ he said. “One which allows us to keep the Decepticons at bay and prevents any further damage to the planet and to your kind. I am aware that this has not always proved feasible and I apologize. We are stepping up our efforts and hope to have the security expert Red Alert on board with us soon.”
“In the meantime, we appreciate your assistance and early notifications concerning Decepticon activity. And any complaints about inappropriate Autobot behaviour should be addressed to me personally.
I thank you for this opportunity. Have a nice day.”
“Mr charisma!” snickered Bluestreak.
“Shhhh !” for now all optics were all again upon the TV. The human was saying: “Hehey, and you have a nice day too, Mr Prowl! And now …” his face lit up, “ we cross to our very special guests – the Decepticons!”
There was a low murmur as Thundercracker’s winged form appeared. But if Ratchet had looked awkward, the Seeker looked truly as though he’d rather be any where but the studio.
“Look – uh – it’s not a real wise thing for me to be on here like this,” he began. “And I dunno why I’m doing it! Pit! My aft’s history if Megatron or Starscream finds out about this!”
There was laughter in front of the TV “You know –he’s actually not such a bad guy!” ventured Huffer.
“But I just wanted to say – I like the storms. Ok? Yeah. Dunno about much else, but the storms are kinda nice to fly through. Great lightning. And the thunder – whoo yeah! Does great things to my sensor net – stuff like you humans wouldn’t understand!”
Then a more confident look came over the seeker.
“But you humans don’t appreciate it. Huh yeah – you put you silly little planes away when the weather gets ‘rough’ and run for cover. Oh well, as if I give a pit! When we’ve leveled this place and there’s none of you left, the storms’ll still be here and that’s the main thing. He raised his fist. Victory to the Decepticons!"
There was an angry murmur. “You still think he’s ‘not a bad guy’ jackaft!” hissed Cliffjumper.
The human now looked uncertain. “Yes well uh - thank you Mr Thundercracker. You’re entitled to your – opinions. He beamed again. “Finally we have – the last of our guests - The Decepticon Viewfinder!”
“Him?” said several of the Autobots.
The chief camera component was looking nervously around.
“Primus how did I get roped into this?” he stuttered. “You gotta understand, it’s hard for me to be here without the others. But I just wanted to say …” He looked around anxiously again, “ we got some great snapshots here. Yeah! I got pictures of the Rockies on the wall of our quarters. And that bridge with the road over it, and that city over east with all the tall buildings. And at our base – the action shot opportunities are fantastic. I got a great one of Rumble being half swallowed by a shark and another one of that time Soundwave got tangled up in the giant squid ....”
“All right!” said several of the Autobots.
“I got plenty more. And hey I’d be real interested in trading a few with you guys for some energon . Just a bit here and there, you know. Nothing much. Aw pit, you humans don’t do energon do you? Oh well, trade it for … oh I dunno, I’m no good at this sales pit. I wish Swindle hadn’t gotten put away …”
The human was smiling again. But now he looked as though he was more than ready to wrap things up. “Yeah - uh - thank you! Well that’s it for this week. We hope to bring you a whole new set of interviews next week. Until then remember - there’s more to these robots than meets the eye ...!"
“Now, for something almost as important. How to stop your cat from sharpening it’s claws on your best chairs …” Sunstreaker turned down the volume.
“Cool, eh?” squeaked Bumblebee. But several of his colleagues were making for the door. “Where are you going?” he yelled in dismay. “I - I was gonna do a replay!"
“Never mind your replay! Cliffjumper grinned back. "Or cat claw remedies. We’re gonna try and get our hands on some of those snapshots!”
Universe: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Autobot ensemble, Thundercracker, Viewfinder
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story
Prompt: #3 A long way from home.
Notes: Set sometime in the first part of G1 series 1
A long Way from Home: "The Autobots share their experiences"
“It’s on!” Yelled Bumblebee. There was a mad rush as the Autobots gathered around the small TV in the rec room.
The balding human in the garish blue jacket with the very white denta spoke excitedly. ”I’m happy to say that today we have a very special item in our show. We’re gonna bring you face to face with some of our very special visitors here on Earth …”
“This is it!” Squeaked Bumblebee. There was a warm murmur around him. Other than from Brawn and Gears, who scowled, and Mirage, who muttered “Terrible taste in colour scheme!”
“Shhhh!” said several of the others.
The human was talking: “As you know, our entire philosophy of the universe changed a few months back when giant robots were discovered on Earth. These robots – who call themselves Autobots – came to our attention when their enemies the Decepticons – who were out to destroy the Earth - attacked an oil rig off the coast of Oregon. As you know a valiant rescue mission was launched, with humans and robots then fighting together to put an end of the Decepticons and banish them to the bottom of the ocean."
“Yeah - well that was kinda short lived!” wailed Huffer.
“Shhh!” said the others again.
“Now after that as you know the Decepticons were thought destroyed but they cropped up again,” the human went on. “However, thanks to the Autobots they’ve been kept in check and apart from damaging a few factories and military bases, their impact has been minimal.”
“Today we have a little slot in the show and we asked some of the Autobots along to see what they think of our planet Earth and what it’s like being such a long way from home … and …” he hesitated, grinning. “here’s an extra clincher! As a real special treat – we managed to rope a couple of Decepticons into coming along!”
There was a discontented stir. “Who suggested those creeps?” growled Sunstreaker.
“Shhh! They were in a separate room!” Said Bumblebee. “Here, we’re on now. Hey, I’m up first!”
“Bumblebee?” The microphone was pointing in the direction of the minibot.
“Hey – uh - Earth ‘s cool!” he bubbled. “I’ve made so many friends here and there’s so much stuff that humans do that we’d never have thought of doing on Cybertron. Of course, I miss it sometimes but heck , it was pretty totaled by the time we left, this is much better to look at. And I’ve always lived by the motto that home is where you make it.”
“Thank you Bumblebee! And now we have – Hound!
The minibot beamed, but some of the others looked disappointed. “Is that it?” said Sideswipe.
“They didn’t have much time!” defended Bumblebee. “There were a lot of us to get through! Look – Hound’s on.”
“Beautiful! “ the tracker was saying. “Just beautiful! I always wanted to be a roving grounder and this has opened up possibilities I never could have had on Cybertron. I love my alt form! And it goes anywhere – uphill, downhill, over rocks, through sand, water, even snow! And the scenery! It’s all – awesome. But I think the mountains are my favourite.
And the weather. I never went off Cybertron much, you see, and I used to talk to traders who went to other planets with weather and I always dreamed of finding out what rain and snow were like. Cos we had storms on Cybertron you see – electrical storms. And wind, lots of wind. But never any moisture.
“Then there’s all the species! All the animals, the birds, the insects …. Not to mention the trees, the flowers …. ” Cliffjumper yawned at this point. “ I know some of my colleagues are a bit funny about organics, but heck, I love ’em all. I hope my pal Beachcomber gets here soon cos he’ll have a real field day!”
“Thank you, Hound …”
“Hey yeah – I could go on all day! But seriously – no – I don’t miss Cybertron one bit. Anyone wanna offer me a permanent garage I the mountains, I’m in!"
“That’s good, good! I’m sure there’ll be a few offers from out there!”
“Now here we have uh – uh … “
“Mirage!” said the blue and white mech. He looked less than happy.
“Of course!” said the smiling human. “How could we forget. You’re - the rich guy! – right?” he beamed, denta flashing.
Mirage gave him a cool stare. “Earth is – uh – interesting!” he said. “But what I can’t understand, is why humans have never developed quantum levitation. This grinding along on wheels - its rather - primitive. I for one have a devil of a job getting through all that sand with racing tyres, and I imagine your ‘cars’ must too. Now if you’d have seen the track on Cybertron I could have shown you just how fast our molecular propulsion systems could make us go. Ah for the days when Blurr and I … “
“Uh - Thank you, Mirage! “ The interviewer cut in, laughing falsely. “I guess we gotta get some of our scientists looking at that err – um molecular revulsion. Yeah!”.
A giggle went up among those gathered. Mirage gave an exasperated sigh.
“And now we have a very special Autobot!” A groan went up as Ratchet’s large chevroned helm appeared. “And if we thought Mirage was negative!” muttered Gears.
“Ratchet?”
The medic looked surprisingly awkward. “Yeah it’s uh – well it ain’t Cybertron, but I agree, it’s interesting,” he said, still looking uncomfortable. “It would have been better of course, if we’d had the pleasure without the Decepticons. I mean, you’re probably not looking at the best guy to say what a fantastic time we’re having here, since a lot of mine's been spent patching up the results of their activities! You may think they haven't been up to much but believe me, they've done plenty enough to keep me busy. Mind you ..." His optic ridges furrowed into a frown “I've also had my work cut out fixing up the results of my colleagues doing idiotic things they’d never have dreamed of doing on Cybertron.”
“I don’t know what’s got into em, “ he went on, glowering. "Racing up mountains, jumping out of aeroplanes, surfing, snowball fights! I have to say, there are certain times when mechs oughtta be mechs …”
“Haha all right thank you!” the camera swung around. A few of the Autobots looked relieved.
“And here - finally we have – Prowl!”
Everybody stiffened.
Prowl’s paintwork gleamed in the studio lights. He drew himself up. “The important thing is not how we feel about being away from home, but about maintaining a cohesive and disciplined unit, “ he said. “One which allows us to keep the Decepticons at bay and prevents any further damage to the planet and to your kind. I am aware that this has not always proved feasible and I apologize. We are stepping up our efforts and hope to have the security expert Red Alert on board with us soon.”
“In the meantime, we appreciate your assistance and early notifications concerning Decepticon activity. And any complaints about inappropriate Autobot behaviour should be addressed to me personally.
I thank you for this opportunity. Have a nice day.”
“Mr charisma!” snickered Bluestreak.
“Shhhh !” for now all optics were all again upon the TV. The human was saying: “Hehey, and you have a nice day too, Mr Prowl! And now …” his face lit up, “ we cross to our very special guests – the Decepticons!”
There was a low murmur as Thundercracker’s winged form appeared. But if Ratchet had looked awkward, the Seeker looked truly as though he’d rather be any where but the studio.
“Look – uh – it’s not a real wise thing for me to be on here like this,” he began. “And I dunno why I’m doing it! Pit! My aft’s history if Megatron or Starscream finds out about this!”
There was laughter in front of the TV “You know –he’s actually not such a bad guy!” ventured Huffer.
“But I just wanted to say – I like the storms. Ok? Yeah. Dunno about much else, but the storms are kinda nice to fly through. Great lightning. And the thunder – whoo yeah! Does great things to my sensor net – stuff like you humans wouldn’t understand!”
Then a more confident look came over the seeker.
“But you humans don’t appreciate it. Huh yeah – you put you silly little planes away when the weather gets ‘rough’ and run for cover. Oh well, as if I give a pit! When we’ve leveled this place and there’s none of you left, the storms’ll still be here and that’s the main thing. He raised his fist. Victory to the Decepticons!"
There was an angry murmur. “You still think he’s ‘not a bad guy’ jackaft!” hissed Cliffjumper.
The human now looked uncertain. “Yes well uh - thank you Mr Thundercracker. You’re entitled to your – opinions. He beamed again. “Finally we have – the last of our guests - The Decepticon Viewfinder!”
“Him?” said several of the Autobots.
The chief camera component was looking nervously around.
“Primus how did I get roped into this?” he stuttered. “You gotta understand, it’s hard for me to be here without the others. But I just wanted to say …” He looked around anxiously again, “ we got some great snapshots here. Yeah! I got pictures of the Rockies on the wall of our quarters. And that bridge with the road over it, and that city over east with all the tall buildings. And at our base – the action shot opportunities are fantastic. I got a great one of Rumble being half swallowed by a shark and another one of that time Soundwave got tangled up in the giant squid ....”
“All right!” said several of the Autobots.
“I got plenty more. And hey I’d be real interested in trading a few with you guys for some energon . Just a bit here and there, you know. Nothing much. Aw pit, you humans don’t do energon do you? Oh well, trade it for … oh I dunno, I’m no good at this sales pit. I wish Swindle hadn’t gotten put away …”
The human was smiling again. But now he looked as though he was more than ready to wrap things up. “Yeah - uh - thank you! Well that’s it for this week. We hope to bring you a whole new set of interviews next week. Until then remember - there’s more to these robots than meets the eye ...!"
“Now, for something almost as important. How to stop your cat from sharpening it’s claws on your best chairs …” Sunstreaker turned down the volume.
“Cool, eh?” squeaked Bumblebee. But several of his colleagues were making for the door. “Where are you going?” he yelled in dismay. “I - I was gonna do a replay!"
“Never mind your replay! Cliffjumper grinned back. "Or cat claw remedies. We’re gonna try and get our hands on some of those snapshots!”
