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Speedwriting Prompt #4 Response: Off Our Hands. G1 Chromia, Firestar; re: Protectobots
Title: Off Our Hands
Universe: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Chromia, Firestar talking about Protectobots, especially Blades and Streetwise
Warnings: *CRACK!* Implied mech-mech relationship.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story
Prompt: #3 Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much
Notes We're not really given any info in canon about where the Protectobots come from, and I've always preferred to think of them as being gestalted from individuals, rather than built as Defensor. In my AU, this was done in response to the arrival of Bruticus.
Try as they might, the young Autobots, Blades and Streetwise, had ‘difficulties’ surviving on their own, and found themselves in the care of the rebel Autobot femmes on Cybertron. A situation which was supposed to last only so long as it took them to ‘get on their feet,’ but which for some inexplicable reason, dragged on interminably, to the consternation of some ….
OFF OUR HANDS
It was a few months after the visitation by the Decepticons that Firestar called into Chromia's office at the Autobot base on Cybertron.
"I got some good news!” said the fire-femme.
Chromia looked up from her desk and snorted. "What - Shockwave concede the western sector?”
Her friend laughed. "Uh – sorree, nothin’ that good. But nearly as. We're losing Blades and Streetwise!"
Chromia could not help it. Her optics lit up. “You serious?” she asked.
"Yeah! Optimus wants them for operations on Earth. They gotta leave straight away!"
Chromia looked happier than Firestar had seen her look since having a crack at Starscream a few months back. “Does this mean we finally get a tidy base?” she asked. “That I don’t have to clean up plates of left over goodies the whole time, or step over mechs recharging on the floor. And I can look at a monitor screen without having to wipe some stupid video game off it?”
“You got it, femmefriend!”
Chromia's mouth spread into a broad grin. “Whoo-ee!” she exclaimed. “ Yess! No more wasting the air in my intakes yellin' at those reprobates. An’ no more tryina make it good with Shockwave about Megs sucks being sprayed on the spacebridge entrance!”
Then she looked at her friend suspiciously. “Tell me - to what do we owe this most welcome development?” Chromia asked.
Firestar looked thoughtful. “Prime wants ‘em for ‘Human Protection’ duties! Apparently, there's a few o’ the others got stressed out tryina do that and fight the Decepticons. Prime reckons they need some R n’R.”
Chromia snorted. “That'd figure! They wanna try holding out on the Decepticons single handed on this burned out rock. Stressed! I reckon they oughtta let me down there some time. I'll show em what stress is!”
Firestar snickered. “You stickin' up your hand gal?”
“Hey, no ma'am! “ said Chromia. “Not now we got some peace an' quiet here. Its gonna be unbelievable! No - I'm gonna get me a little R&R of my own.!” And both friends giggled.
But Chromia was curious. “Blades n’ Street. They goin' there on their own?” she asked.
“Hell, no!” Said Star. "There's a possey going. First Aid's leaving the refugee camp on Itopis an he's takin' Groove with him - not that there's many refugees left. They’re calling the outfit The Protectobots.”
Chromia laughed out loud. “Groove? Is the guy straight enough to do any ‘protecting’?” then she was serious. "First Aid know what he’s lettin’ himself in for?"
Firestar shrugged. "Your guess is an good as mine! But then it was Firestar’s turn to look more serious. “Oh an' they're sending uh - Hotspot.”
A look of concern came over Chromia’s faceplates. “Oh, hun! “ she exclaimed, laying a hand on her friend's arm. “Is that gonna be - OK?”
Firestar let out a deep sigh. "Yeah, well, can’t say I’m altogether happy with it. Tho’ I guess I'd resigned myself pretty much to it not working out …” she let out another sigh, “am still bonded to Inferno, after all.” She frowned. “I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid down there. Like Inferno.”
"Oh hun!” Chromia patted her arm reassuringly. “Now I'm sure that won't happen. Hotspot's far too sensible get involved with a freak like Red Alert.
Firestar gave a snort. “Thought that about Inferno!" she said.
............................
Later, they sat atop the ruins of the Iacon Dome, chewing on rust sticks and looking at the stars.
Chromia snickered to herself. She had since spoken to Shockwave and found him so happy about the whole situation that he was allowing the secret use of the spacebridge.
"Happy to oblige, believe me," her old adversary had said. "That dreadful writing - I thought it was Starscream at first. Then I realized even he wouldn't be as mechelescent as that! Took me three cycles to clean it off. Only just got it done before Megatron got here! I tell you Chromia, I'm too old for this kinda thing!"
Firestar laughed out loud when Chromia told her. "I guess Blades had his funny side. I'll kinda miss him in a way. Even if he is capable of annoying the pit outta ya!”
Chromia snorted, taking a drag on her rust stick. She didn’t entirely agree. “They get to Earth OK?" she asked
But Firestar was looking thoughtful again. "Thing is, they haven't gone yet, “ she said. “There was a change of plan. They're all in our medbay. First Aid's performing a little - procedure”
Chromia looked at her sharply. She squinted at Firestar. "What kinda procedure?"
“He's installing a gestalt linkage.”
Chromia wondered if she had heard right. “A what? Blades an’ Street in a …” she cocked an optic ridge, “gestalt?”
“You got it, femmefriend!”
Chromia looked incredulous. She still couldn't believe it. “You mean gestalt – like - hooked into the others in some kinda giant being? “ Then, she laughed. “Oh come on. You're puttin' me on.”
Firestar stubbed out her rust stick. “I ain't.” she said. "It's on account of that mob Starscream let outta the mind prison. They got themselves programmed into a gestalt. Some guy called Bruticus. Got itself kicked offa Earth an on to some asteroid, But Prime’s afraid it might come back."
Chromia frowned. "Oh yeah - Combaticon gestalt. Yuck! Not nice.” She pulled a face.
“But neither is the thought of these - Protectobots - all tied up together !” she went on. “You know something? I ain't never thought that kinda thing was healthy, Star!"
"Yeah, know what you mean ..." Firestar nodded in agreement. Taking out another rust stick, she lit the end, and they both sat chewing in silence.
"Funny thing, though,” said Firestar. “I thought First Aid would wanna be the head, but he doesn't. Apparently he's settling for an arm. They're putting Hotspot up on the shoulders.”
Chromia looked most surprised. “But hun, the guy doesn't have a bad circuit in his body! He’s more likely to go ‘round tellin’ this Bruticus no matter about the mess he’ll clear it up!”
Firestar sighed. “Yeah, I know,” she said. “But you know what they say? Forgive your enemies. It'll annoy the hell outta them.”
Chromia laughed out loud. “So that’s Prime’s strategy,” she chuckled. “Well I gotta say it, Firestar, the mech never fails to surprise me!”
“Me neither,” agreed her friend. And the two femmes sat peacefully surveying the ruins below – home to them for so long – and wondering what lay ahead.
Universe: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Chromia, Firestar talking about Protectobots, especially Blades and Streetwise
Warnings: *CRACK!* Implied mech-mech relationship.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story
Prompt: #3 Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much
Notes We're not really given any info in canon about where the Protectobots come from, and I've always preferred to think of them as being gestalted from individuals, rather than built as Defensor. In my AU, this was done in response to the arrival of Bruticus.
Try as they might, the young Autobots, Blades and Streetwise, had ‘difficulties’ surviving on their own, and found themselves in the care of the rebel Autobot femmes on Cybertron. A situation which was supposed to last only so long as it took them to ‘get on their feet,’ but which for some inexplicable reason, dragged on interminably, to the consternation of some ….
OFF OUR HANDS
It was a few months after the visitation by the Decepticons that Firestar called into Chromia's office at the Autobot base on Cybertron.
"I got some good news!” said the fire-femme.
Chromia looked up from her desk and snorted. "What - Shockwave concede the western sector?”
Her friend laughed. "Uh – sorree, nothin’ that good. But nearly as. We're losing Blades and Streetwise!"
Chromia could not help it. Her optics lit up. “You serious?” she asked.
"Yeah! Optimus wants them for operations on Earth. They gotta leave straight away!"
Chromia looked happier than Firestar had seen her look since having a crack at Starscream a few months back. “Does this mean we finally get a tidy base?” she asked. “That I don’t have to clean up plates of left over goodies the whole time, or step over mechs recharging on the floor. And I can look at a monitor screen without having to wipe some stupid video game off it?”
“You got it, femmefriend!”
Chromia's mouth spread into a broad grin. “Whoo-ee!” she exclaimed. “ Yess! No more wasting the air in my intakes yellin' at those reprobates. An’ no more tryina make it good with Shockwave about Megs sucks being sprayed on the spacebridge entrance!”
Then she looked at her friend suspiciously. “Tell me - to what do we owe this most welcome development?” Chromia asked.
Firestar looked thoughtful. “Prime wants ‘em for ‘Human Protection’ duties! Apparently, there's a few o’ the others got stressed out tryina do that and fight the Decepticons. Prime reckons they need some R n’R.”
Chromia snorted. “That'd figure! They wanna try holding out on the Decepticons single handed on this burned out rock. Stressed! I reckon they oughtta let me down there some time. I'll show em what stress is!”
Firestar snickered. “You stickin' up your hand gal?”
“Hey, no ma'am! “ said Chromia. “Not now we got some peace an' quiet here. Its gonna be unbelievable! No - I'm gonna get me a little R&R of my own.!” And both friends giggled.
But Chromia was curious. “Blades n’ Street. They goin' there on their own?” she asked.
“Hell, no!” Said Star. "There's a possey going. First Aid's leaving the refugee camp on Itopis an he's takin' Groove with him - not that there's many refugees left. They’re calling the outfit The Protectobots.”
Chromia laughed out loud. “Groove? Is the guy straight enough to do any ‘protecting’?” then she was serious. "First Aid know what he’s lettin’ himself in for?"
Firestar shrugged. "Your guess is an good as mine! But then it was Firestar’s turn to look more serious. “Oh an' they're sending uh - Hotspot.”
A look of concern came over Chromia’s faceplates. “Oh, hun! “ she exclaimed, laying a hand on her friend's arm. “Is that gonna be - OK?”
Firestar let out a deep sigh. "Yeah, well, can’t say I’m altogether happy with it. Tho’ I guess I'd resigned myself pretty much to it not working out …” she let out another sigh, “am still bonded to Inferno, after all.” She frowned. “I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid down there. Like Inferno.”
"Oh hun!” Chromia patted her arm reassuringly. “Now I'm sure that won't happen. Hotspot's far too sensible get involved with a freak like Red Alert.
Firestar gave a snort. “Thought that about Inferno!" she said.
............................
Later, they sat atop the ruins of the Iacon Dome, chewing on rust sticks and looking at the stars.
Chromia snickered to herself. She had since spoken to Shockwave and found him so happy about the whole situation that he was allowing the secret use of the spacebridge.
"Happy to oblige, believe me," her old adversary had said. "That dreadful writing - I thought it was Starscream at first. Then I realized even he wouldn't be as mechelescent as that! Took me three cycles to clean it off. Only just got it done before Megatron got here! I tell you Chromia, I'm too old for this kinda thing!"
Firestar laughed out loud when Chromia told her. "I guess Blades had his funny side. I'll kinda miss him in a way. Even if he is capable of annoying the pit outta ya!”
Chromia snorted, taking a drag on her rust stick. She didn’t entirely agree. “They get to Earth OK?" she asked
But Firestar was looking thoughtful again. "Thing is, they haven't gone yet, “ she said. “There was a change of plan. They're all in our medbay. First Aid's performing a little - procedure”
Chromia looked at her sharply. She squinted at Firestar. "What kinda procedure?"
“He's installing a gestalt linkage.”
Chromia wondered if she had heard right. “A what? Blades an’ Street in a …” she cocked an optic ridge, “gestalt?”
“You got it, femmefriend!”
Chromia looked incredulous. She still couldn't believe it. “You mean gestalt – like - hooked into the others in some kinda giant being? “ Then, she laughed. “Oh come on. You're puttin' me on.”
Firestar stubbed out her rust stick. “I ain't.” she said. "It's on account of that mob Starscream let outta the mind prison. They got themselves programmed into a gestalt. Some guy called Bruticus. Got itself kicked offa Earth an on to some asteroid, But Prime’s afraid it might come back."
Chromia frowned. "Oh yeah - Combaticon gestalt. Yuck! Not nice.” She pulled a face.
“But neither is the thought of these - Protectobots - all tied up together !” she went on. “You know something? I ain't never thought that kinda thing was healthy, Star!"
"Yeah, know what you mean ..." Firestar nodded in agreement. Taking out another rust stick, she lit the end, and they both sat chewing in silence.
"Funny thing, though,” said Firestar. “I thought First Aid would wanna be the head, but he doesn't. Apparently he's settling for an arm. They're putting Hotspot up on the shoulders.”
Chromia looked most surprised. “But hun, the guy doesn't have a bad circuit in his body! He’s more likely to go ‘round tellin’ this Bruticus no matter about the mess he’ll clear it up!”
Firestar sighed. “Yeah, I know,” she said. “But you know what they say? Forgive your enemies. It'll annoy the hell outta them.”
Chromia laughed out loud. “So that’s Prime’s strategy,” she chuckled. “Well I gotta say it, Firestar, the mech never fails to surprise me!”
“Me neither,” agreed her friend. And the two femmes sat peacefully surveying the ruins below – home to them for so long – and wondering what lay ahead.