So here is another one shot. I have to give credit to my dad, he was the one who came up with this idea, I just wrote it to the transformers theme. This is dedicated to my friend, she knows who she is, because she has the most over protective dad in the in universe, no joke. He means good though, he's just protective.
I do not own transformers...ect you know the rest.
This takes place in Iacon, during the war just to get things in the right timeline.
I have the worst sire on the planet! Halfmoon thought with a growl staring at the towering black figure before her. Make that the universe!
"You are not going out with Flashback. I don't even need to meet the mech faceplate to faceplate. I just saw the way he looked at you." The black mech, her sire, said, his massive cannons glowing slightly.
"Put those things away already!" Halfmoon snapped, pointing at his forearms. "And Flash is really nice! I really like him." She continued.
"I already told you. No. You already hang out with the Twins and I really don't like that at all. At least they are not always trying to get you on a berth!"
"Ironhide?!" Halfmoon squawked, her faceplates turning red in shame.
"You are not going out with that glitch Flash ever again. Is that clear Halfmoon?" Her sire demanded.
"Yes Ironhide." She snapped, turning and storming out of their room. She slammed the door for good measure, the two or three other mechs in the hall paused to stare at her.
"What." She snapped, frosting them with the same look that had earned her her reputation as Ironhide and Chomia's daughter. The mechs quickly looked away before leaving the area a bit faster than necessary. As soon as they were out of optic range, she relaxed with a sharp ex-vent. Slowly, she started down the hall. Not quite sure where she was going, she just walked.
"Why can't he trust me with my own judgment?" She thought out loud. "Every mech on this base is already half terrified of Ironhide and the other half is terrified of Chromia!" was terrified. She added bitterly. It had been ages since there had been any word from the navy colored femme and Halfmoon was getting nervous. "Besides. He should give them credit for even approaching me." She said with a half laugh. Nobody could forget that who she was. Not only did her paint, navy with black accents, reflect her creators, but her temper rivalled theirs.
She was so engrossed in her thoughts that when she turned a corner, she nearly ran into Jazz.
"Sorry." She muttered, hoping to avid the 'always-in-a-good-mood-no-matter-what-the-slag-hap pens' mech.
"Where ya headed?" He asked, his visor flashing in curiosity.
"My sire is being an aft again and I needed to get out of the room." She confessed, avoiding the sabotager's gaze.
"Being an aft? Ya need to be a bit more specific then that." He said, his faceplates twisting into a smirk. Halfmoon couldn't help bit return the slight smile. He had a point.
"Ironhide has just banned me from seeing another mech and I am quite positive Flash will be too terrified to even be in the same room as me." She said.
"Ehh, he wasn't good enough fo' you anyways." Jazz said with a shrug.
"What's that supposed to mean!" Halfmoon demanded, standing taller. She had her carrier's frame style and as such, she was a full head taller than Jazz.
"Calm down." He said, taking a step back, servos raised in surrender. "All Ah ment ta say is that the mech for ya will be able to see past Ironhide and still care about ya. Flash was an ignorant pompous windbag. He cared more about the reputation that seeing ya gave him then about ya."
"So you agree with Ironhide." She said, not asked.
"Ah did not say that." He said, quickly. "Ah do agree that Flash was not the right mech, but Ah also know for a fact that Ironhide is a tight-aft and needs ta let ya look yourself. He isn't going to always be around and ya don't need him hovering over ya like your still a sparkling." Jazz said. "Ya are turning into a beautiful young femme Moon, ya really are. But a mech needs ta see past that and see ya for who ya are." Jazz continued softly. Halfmoon exvented, slouching a little so she wasn't trying to intimidate the small mech in front of her.
"So what do I do? All the mechs on base are terrified of Ironhide and he flat out hates all the others." She asked. The evil smirk on Jazz faceplates made her laugh."
"Ah believe we need to talk to the Twins for a bit." He said, before outlining his devious little plan.
"You want to make Ironhide, the Ironhide, glitch?!" Sunstreaker demanded in a loud whisper.
"Are you trying to get us offlined?!" His silver twin Sideswipe also hissed loudly.
"Shut up already!" Jazz snapped, leaning over his energon cube to get closer to the Twins sitting across the rec room table from them.
"I just need you to hook me up with the roughest toughest mech you can think of that won't glitch at the idea to prank my creator." Halfmoon also hissed, optics glancing toward the door in case Ironhide walked in.
"You are slaggin' crazy! You know that?!" Sideswipe whispered.
"Yes. Now are you going to help us or not!" Halfmoon replied.
"Course we have a death wish!" Sunstreaker snapped, leaning in slightly more. "Now who are you thinking?"
"Like I said, he has to be the roughest looking mech you can think of. But won't get spooked when Ironhide glitches. Hopefully." She added the last part at a mutter.
"Roughest mech we can think of." Sunny said thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair.
"What about Hardcore? He'd scare anybody." Sideswipe said, looking at his gold twin.
"Na, he'll think she's serious." He said, glancing at Halfmoon.
"Well Boulder's already has a sparkmate. He'd never agree to this." Sunny said. Then his optics brightened.
"What about-" He said, letting the statement trail off as he said the rest over his bond with his brother. Sideswipe suddenly burst out laughing, gaining the annoyed stares of some of the other mechs and femmes in the room. Sunny smacked him over the helm and Sides shut up.
"Who?" Halfmoon and Jazz asked.
"Do we have the perfect mech for you." Sides said with a much quieter laugh.
"It is an honor to meet you face to face Halfmoon." The massive dark brown and grey mech before her said, dipping his helm. She returned the gesture looking over Granite with a smirk. Jagged scars from fieldwork repairs covered his frame while a particular nasty scar crossed over his left optic. His frame was tall, taller than Ironhide, but heavily built. Defiantly a frontline warrior. And the best part, she thought, was the black, silver, and red tattoos covering the armor on his arms. Most were glyphs, strength, power, fearless, stuff like that, but a nice tattoo of a predicon twined around his upper right arm before spreading across the right side of his chest. The predicon appeared to be eating the Decepticon insignia.
"It's good to meet you too. I hope you are aware that I cannot promise you will live to see the next day?" She asked.
"Ironhide and I never did get along. He said I was too stubborn for my own good. Being allowed to help prank him was defiantly on my to-do list." Granite said with a grin.
"And I hope you understand that this is a joke?" Halfmoon asked, a little hesitant suddenly.
"While you are very pretty, I already have my optic on a certain frontliner femme." His optics faded slightly as he grinned as an unknown memory.
"Then will this ruin your potential relationship?" She asked nervously.
"No, I already told her I might be helping to prank Ironhide. She was fine with it." Granite said, a quiet chuckle escaping him.
"So do we get to help more?" Sides asked hopefully.
"The best way for Ironhide to find out is by a certain well placed rumor." Jazz said with a smirk.
As Ironhide walked into the rec room for his late evening energon he paused at the looks some mechs were giving him. He studied their looks for a moment. They seemed, nervous. Like they knew something.
"So ya heard the word yet?" A voice behind him asked and Ironhide turned to face Jazz.
"What word?" He asked, realising that that must be why everybody seemed so antsy.
"Oh. Ya haven't? Oh. Well that's none of mah business to tell ya Halfmoon's relationship status-"
Jazz got no farther as Ironhide grabbed him by the scruff bar, bring his face to face with the furious father and weapons specialist.
"Relationship? She is not any relationship." Ironhide growled.
"Really? Then who's that mech she's hanging out with a lot." Jazz asked, wincing as Ironhide's grip tightened, bending the steel under his servo.
"What. Mech." He demanded.
"I don't recall his name. You'll have to ask Moon." Jazz said, his own servo tightening around Ironhide's wrist in an effort to make the much bigger mech drop him.
"Trust me, I will find out." Ironhide threatened, finally dropping Jazz and storming out of the rec room, his energon forgotten. Jazz smirked before running a clawed servo over the damage to his scruff bar. He would live. Meanwhile, he wasn't sure if Ironhide would survive this crash or not. With another, bigger smirk, Jazz turned around and sauntered out of the rec room.
"What the frag was Jazz talking about when he said you were in a relationship?!" Ironhide demanded, finally finding and confronting his daughter.
"Oh, he told you. The glitch." She muttered the last part just loud enough that Ironhide would hear.
"So you are." He said.
"Yes I am. And he is a very sweet mech, easy going, you'll love him." Halfmoon said with the deep exvent, the unfocused optics, all the signs of a femme in love. Ironhide of course saw this very clearly.
"So who is he?" He asked, fighting to keep his temper in control.
"One of the new mechs that transferred here. He's still on patrol will be for the next…" She paused. "Three days? Maybe four?" She said with a shrug. Ironhide felt his frame start to heat up.
"So who is he?" He asked again.
"You'll find out." She said with a sly smirk, turning, and leaving him with his optics twitching.
Jazz had no warning before he was slammed up against the hall, his newly repaired scruff bar warping again under Ironhide's grasp.
"Watch the paint!" Jazz snapped, suddenly realising how much like sunny he just sounded like.
"Mute it. Who. Is. She. Seeing?!" Ironhide roared into his faceplates. Jazz grinned.
"Ya just told meh tah mute it. Now ya want meh to answer ya. Make up your processor."
It was the wrong thing to say and he winced as Ironhide ground him against the wall again.
"I will not ask you again." Ironhide growled.
"Ah don't know who the lucky mech is!" Jazz protested, finding out how hard it is to shrug when pinned against the wall by a mech almost three times his size. "All Ah know is that they are together a lot. Ah think she said he was on a patrol or something."
"For three days. Now you are going to use your genius spying skills and you are going to find out every little detail about this mech. Compute?" Ironhide snarled as warnings flashed across Jazz's visor.
"Sure thing boss." Jazz said with a salute as Ironhide dropped him again.
"Good." He snarled stalking down the hall.
So he took the bait?" Granite asked over an energon cube.
"Hook. Line. And sinker." Jazz said with a smirk, rubbing the back of his helm. Halfmoon had seen the sizable dent there from him having to take a second trip to the medbay in one day.
"So now we wait." Halfmoon said, leaning back on her chair.
"What if Granite's patrol encountered problems. Say he was a little late?" Sideswipe asked.
"Oh Primeus, he'd blow a gasket!" Sunny said with a laugh.
"He might go out looking for this so called mech himself." Granite said with a chuckle. His attention drifted and Halfmoon watched as a heavily armored red femme walked up.
"So Ironhide really believes this?" She asked, glancing at Granite.
"Does he ever! Why?" Jazz asked.
"Because he's been in the shooting range for the last couple hours. He's mad about something." She said.
"Gang, this is Redstar, The femme I mentioned?" Granite said by introduction. "I believe you know everybody else." He said, turning back to the femme.
"I got to get going, can't have you being seen with me for a while." She said with a playful smirk before turning and leaving the rec room.
"Ironhide is going to glitch." Sunny said with a smirk.
Four grueling, excruciating, frustrating long days later Ironhide paced in the room he and Halfmoon split. She said that she was going to bring this mech up to meet him. And Ironhide was clueless. Jazz hadn't been very resourceful but he did find out about a few things. His name was Granite. Granite. What kind of fraggin' name was Granite for his daughter to date?! He continued his pacing, feeling the warmth from his cannons heating up. He paused. You can't judge a mech by his name. He continued pacing. Yes. This was going to be the mech. A little taller than her, but not as tall as him. Strong, but not bulky. Cautious but not a scardy cat. Defiantly not a frontliner. He paused again to scowl at the floor. He had seen to many front liners to know that their entire breed was unsuited for his daughter. Maybe from tactical? No not tactical. Then he's have to rip the slagger's helm off if she's killed in the line of duty because tactical didn't do their job. Perhaps a scout? He continued pacing. That was a decent job. Risky, but that meant that he was loyal to the Autobot cause. Don't need her bonding to a traitor. He would also be loyal to her. Keep her safe. A snort escaped his vent. Keep her safe. Yeah right. A light color perhaps. Something that will look good standing beside his blue and black daughter. Maybe… Red? Or Gold. He sneered. Not gold. Not that Pit-spawn twin Sunstreaker. Red. Defiantly red. Or maybe green. Bright green? Or maybe light blue? No, she was already blue. Red or green. Not together, but one of the other. With… white highlights. Yes. That would be perfect for his daughter.
Two spark signatures registered outside the door and Ironhide turned at the unknown one. And nearly glitched. Halfmoon, his beloved daughter, walked into the room, her arm wrapped around the arm of a mech that stood taller than himself. Taller. He had to look up at the mech! Look up?! And he was built like a tank! Literally! That meant he was a frontliner! Frontliner?! And he was brown and grey! Not green or red or white or…anything!
"Creator, this is Granite. My new boyfriend." Halfmoon said, smiling up at the massive brown and grey mech. He in turn wrapped his arm around her. Around her! The glitch was touching his daughter?! And what the frag was on the mech's arms! Tattoos?! He was covered in tattoos?!Ironhide felt something snap in his processor before he glitched. Tatoos?!
So that's my little short.
Like I said before, dedicated to a certain friend, she knows who she is and if she doesn't, well, then I have a problem.
Please no flames, this is just an amusing little concept I had to write out.
Don't worry, I am hoping to get a multi chapter up soon, editing is just being a glitch. Any help with making paragraphs? Humor me this starting to get annoying.