AN: This is a modified version of the '28' meme.


Dancing Razorsharp
featuring Rodimus Prime

Dawn flooded the streets of Autobot City, turning the city's metallic spires into burnished gold. As if on cue, Rodimus Prime exited a door in the side of the main command building, the sunlight giving his flame-painted chestplate a glory all its own.

Few 'Bots were active at this early hour, but Rodimus checked his internal chronometer; he wouldn't have long before the City was a bustle of activity. He transformed and sped off through the early morning, determined to steal a few precious moments of peace before the rigors of duty claimed him once more.

He was almost to the site of the former Lookout Mountain--Primus, the memories that place held--when he stopped and transformed back into robot mode. The creek chattered to itself at his feet. A glance to his right brought the summit of Mt. St. Hilary into his scanfield, as well as the edge of the Ark's burnt-orange hulk permanently wedged in its base. Pines soared to the sky, dwarfing even his considerable height.

In the midst of birdsong and brook-burble, Rodimus' audios picked up a small growl of effort. His alert system hadn't gone off, so whoever was about was a friend, and he dropped his long-range visor over his optics in order to get a closer look.

There was nothing in the immediate area, so he set off through the trees. As he topped the ridge opposite the volcano, he looked down into the valley--the one made by the Ark's progress four million years prior--and smiled. On the wide, flat expanse before the tumble-down entrance to the Ark stood a lone Transformer, limbs splayed in graceful readiness. As he watched, the metallic form drew a shining blade that quickly became a sparkling fan as its bearer whirled it with expert hands.

The Lady Razorsharp, Rodimus mused, leaning against a massive boulder. He watched as she parried and dodged, sparring against an unseen enemy. She spun and leapt, her highly polished blade slicing the air with sharp whocks that Rodimus could hear even at this distance. Her wolf's-head boots lashed out with a kick that would have caved a mech's head in, and a bloodcurdling screech poured from between her electric-blue lips as she drove her swordpoint into the ground.

Her intake filters sobbing with effort to cool her frame, Razorsharp gave her phantom enemy one last glare and retrieved her blade. Then, to Rodimus' surprise, she turned to face him unerringly. Her optics were a bright, liquid red, and they bore into Roddy's sapphire ones for an endless moment.

Rodimus let one corner of his mouth curl into a smile, and he gave her a 'thumbs-up,' a habit he had picked up from the humans. Razorsharp gracefully inclined her head in acknowledgement, then transformed into her wolf mode and took off at a run.

He stood and watched her go. She had just outpaced his scanners when his radio crackled to life.

"Metroplex to Rodimus Prime."

With a sigh, Rodimus began his trek back to the road.

-End-

Notes: Been a long time since I wrote in this particular universe; it's good to be back. For Razorsharp's backstory, visit Thanks for reading!