Transformers Prime - Browbeat
by rumblebee25
Charas: OC Seekers, mention of Soundwave, Megatron
Series: Transformers Prime
Genre: AU, slight hint of slash
Author: rumblebee25
The med bay is unusually busy and filled with various Seekers of differing colors. It seems there's been an incident. Two Seekers on patrol found an offender of the worst rank and rushed it to a trusted medic before word got out and shamed them all. Word soon spread among the Seekers and more jets crowd in to gawk.
Their commander glares down at one pitiful flier, utterly disappointed in the new jet. To think they'd shipped this one without a proper inspection first. The new Seeker frets as a mob forms around him. His woefully undersized eyebrows are mere dots of metal and they make a vain attempt to steeple in fear.
Once a proper size audience had formed, the Commander lets him have it.
"These are not eyebrows!" their commander thunders and the mob rumbles in agreement, "Eyebrows must be majestic. Flowing! Intimidating!"
"Pointy."
"Yes, pointy! A bad set of eyebrows reflects badly on our status. How can we properly convey our expressions, our rage, our anger?
"It's what separates us from the Vehicons." The group of jets nodded sagely.
"AND the Autobots." This time there is very vocal and LOUD angry agreement from the mob.
"Not only do they mark one's importance, they're protective. They cushion one's cranium from hard blows, they reinforce skull integrity..."
"Without 'em, your optics could pop out." There are rumbles of assent from the group and the word 'Breakdown' is mentioned. The new jet shrinks back in fear. He didn't know such a horrible thing could happen from tiny brows. His commander frowns and cups the offender's face, then lets go.
"I can't bear to look at him anymore," their commander sighs and covers his forehead with his left hand. He waves his right hand dismissively at the eyebrow deficient jet and says, "Medic, fix...this THING and have him report to me for final inspection."
"Yes, Commander."
The group disperses with the exception of the two jets who brought the offender in. They hang back to see that this operation is done properly. The medic brings out a tray of replacement parts and they start sorting though pairs of eyebrows.
"Can I look?" The offender asks as the medic take him to the exam lift.
"NO! Because you have no taste, so there," one jet says. They finally find a suitable set of brows and show them to the offender.
The patient squawks at the insanely large and sweeping brows, but his arguing is overruled and the medic puts him into stasis so he won't fuss. Primus, forbid this is done incorrectly. The patient's tiny brows are removed and the medic preps him for an alignment. Despite what one would think, this IS trickier than it looks and a bad fitting is impossible to correct.
"We're lucky he was doing warehouse duty. Imagine if word got out and his rep was ruined," the first jet said.
"Yes, he couldn't hide his shame like certain Cons do," the other says and they both smirk. The medic clears his throat, knowing something about THAT bot.
"Did you know Lord Megatron makes him keep the mask on at all times? And I do mean all, " the medic says and he arches an elegantly curved eyebrow. The trio burst out laughing. They wouldn't dare do this anywhere else, but this area is free of Soundwave's meddling.
After all, Megatron's wants his officers to look GOOD.