Based extremely loosely off Safe and Sound by Tailor Swift.
I don't own the song mentioned or transformers (Silverstreak and Bluemoon are mine however) and I write for my own pleasure, not money.
I'm sorry everyone seems a little OOC, but I need them to be this way.
[In My own thoughts and opinions, since 1 vorn is equal to 83 of our years, transformers grow quickly, but their minds age slower. the sparkling stages span from 0-5 vorns, youngling from 5-13 vorns adolescent from 13-17 vorns and they become adults at 17, though nothing really changes, they just upgrade their systems according to their careers. at least that's how i think it goes]
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Mt. St. Hilary, OR.
The Ark.
Jazz's poker face resembled that of the Cheshire cat, a devilish grin from audio to audio. In simpler terms it was non existent.
"You know Jazzman, poker is a game of chance, everything rides on the cards you hold, and if your opponents know what cards you hold. Hence the poker face. You on the other servo" Smokescreen paused to take a drag on the Cy-gar he was puffing, "you… Prowl help me out here".
It was a calm day on the Ark, and most everyone was on their lunch break. So Wheeljack, Jazz, Prowl and Smokescreen chose to play a little cards, Praxius Hold 'em to be specific. It was Smokescreen's and Prowl's favourite; their father, Swiftstrike, had taught them when he wasn't out working, he was a law enforcer in the heart of Praxius. And now, sitting in their quarters, they played friendly, non-competitive cards.
"Jazz, you need to work on your poker face" was all the praxian had to say, hiding his own smirk but letting his doorwing flick out.
Jazz was un phased, his grin widening further. He was bluffing of course, and it was working; on every one except Prowl.
Wheeljack dealt the river, and Jazz raised by another washer, turning to Smokescreen.
The tri coloured praxian took another long drag on his dart, then blew rings around his kid brother, who gaged and had an over dramatic coughing fit. Smoke' looked down on his cards, three of a kind.
Being an experienced card player, the blue praxian glanced at his opponents, one grinning like he'd won the world, and the other flicking his wings contentedly. Not knowing his brother to be a bluffer, and judging by Jazz's crazy grin accompanied by upturned pedes, he sighed. Besides, they were betting with old junk Jazz collected from Spike's father's mechanical equipment stash.
Smokescreen gingerly placed his hand face down on the green pool table,
"y'all are nuts, I fold".
Prowl looked to his friend, and smiled,
"I like to live dangerously. Call" he stated almost smugly, he had a pair of aces, not the best, but Jazz's visor was darkish, so it was a safe bet he was bluffing.
Jazz glared at his hand from behind his visor, two fraggin' aces. And Prowl's wings clearly stated a winning hand. But his pride was much to strong to fold, and they were only betting with shiny metal washers.
Wheeljack grinned,
"alright gentlemechs, the showdown has arrived! Show your cards".
"Read'em and weep!" both mechs yelled, slamming their cards face up on the table, before dissolving into fits of laughter. Smokescreen slapped a servo into his forhelm, his hand was better by a long shot! He then lightly smacked the back of Prowls helm with the other servo.
"You two are goof balls. Enjoy all them shiny buttons" he muttered getting up and strutting out of him and his brothers room, smiling fondly.
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Cybertron; Praxius.
Bluestreak laughed, running around in the grass of the backyard behind his small house, picking flowers for his Carrier, Bluemoon. It was a small house, four rooms, a kitchen and washroom, all painted in soft pastels. Bluestreaks Sire, Silverstreak, a talented craftsmech, built the beautiful wrap around deck at Bluemoon's request. It was quaint building nestled in the heart of the golden city.
Bluemoon sat in the porch swing, sipping sweet energon tea and smiling at her precious 9 vorn-old creation, who was currently chasing a cyber-butterfly, (like the ones on earth only as big as a Bluejay) with something in his servos.
"Hey Li'l blue, whatcha got there?"
"Ruby lilies! You said they were your favourite right?" he chirped, running up to his carrier, the flowers in his outstretched servo.
"Aww, my little sweetspark! How did you know I loved these kinds of flowers?" The young femme asked.
"Sire told me when we went shopping for carrier day" The youngling answered without skipping a beat. Bluemoon cooed, taking the flowers and clutching them to her silver grey chassis. Bluestreaks doorwings fluttered, Sire would be so happy.
"Now what do you want to do?" She asked, setting down her flowers and energon, and folding her servos in her lap. Bluestreak tilted his helm, a thoughtful look in her creations soft optics.
"Let's play cops! We'll be partners, fighting the bad robber guys; and I'll be the tough guy, like in Sire's video tapes, and you can be my trusty side kick!" he said excitedly, words flying from his derma a mile a minute.
Bluemoon watched the youngling run into the house, and come speeding back out, with an armload of blankets and water guns. He set them down, the grabbed the red blanket and yellow water gun. Bluestreak's carrier laughed lightly, and tied the blanket around his shoulders so it rested between his doorwings, forming a cape, or cloak, depending on how one looked at it.
The young femme grabbed for herself a small light green squirt gun, and orange berth-sheet which she draped over her shoulders and in front of her doorwings, like a shawl.
"Ooh! We need codenames!" Bluestreak cried "I'll be, uh, Hawkeye because I have an perfect shot, and you could be… Lily, cause your favourite flowers are lilies"
"Sure thing, officer Hawkeye" 'Lily' stated, taking both squirt guns to fill them with water.
-000-
Bluestreaks play world
Officer Hawkeye stalked down the dark alleyway, pistol drawn and raised to his chest. His partner Officer Lily, was right behind him, covering his back. They had gotten a call from an elderly femme, it was a break-in, and the culprits were still at the site. Wind howled like petro-wolves, adding to the sinister atmosphere.
"Officer Hawkeye, there's the building" whispered Lily, pointing to a tall green suburban establishment. Hawkeye nodded and they both closed in, like shadows in the night, completely unseen.
Lily kicked open the door, not because Hawkeye couldn't or was scared, he just thought it was politer for Femmes to go first.
"okay, were in, now to find the robbers" Lily whispered, drawing her pistol and glancing around.
"There! Freeze robbers!" Hawkeye yelled, firing multiple rounds at their pedes, warning shots.
Real world
Bluestreak fired at the floating leaf, but was either to high or low, and a little farther behind. His carrier saw this and smiled at his efforts. She walked over to the tree in the center of the yard and pulled off a branch, then walked five yards in front of her creation and stuck the branch into the ground.
"Bluestreak, look at that branch. Raise the gun so the end of barrel, the long thin part, is straight with where your aiming. Look at the part you want to hit, and slowly squeeze the trigger. Take your time now, there's no rush" she whispered, Guiding the smaller mechs servos.
Bluestreak concentrated really hard, the did as his carrier said and slowly squeezed the trigger. Hitting the top bit of the branch and knocking some leaves loose. His wing flittered happily, he couldn't wait for Sire to get home, he would be so happy!
-000-
The Ark.
As Prowl sat reclining in his chair at his office, lightly dozing off, an horrendous alarm started blaring over the intercom, followed by Optimus primes voice.
::Calling all officers, please meet in my office, all officers, this is an emergency:: Prowl nearly flipped the table as he jumped to his pedes, tearing out of the small office and into the hallway. He skidded across the open walkway and ripped into Prime's office, Jazz, Ratchet, Ironhide and Wheeljack hot on his heels.
Prime stood in front of his desk, and motioned for everyone to sit.
"My fellow officers, I have received grave new from cybertron…"
Author's notes
Cybertron has the same organic environment, though slightly more mineral based, i.e.: Flowers. they have the same look and shape, but the petals are more crystal like, and the stems have the consistency of iron bars.
Thank you all for reading, please review with comments, critiques, thoughts or expectations, anything.