The adventures of the Vehicon Steve and his loyal sidekick Greg

by Lohis

These are the adventures of the Vehicons ST-3V3 and GR3G as they try their best to survive aboard the Nemesis, following "Lord" Starscream's every whim. Takes place mostly at the beginning of Season 1, but exceptions will be made. Drabble-series. No (enforced) pairing. Drabble-based summaries at the beginning of each drabble.

3. Drabble 3: Day on the Beach

A small continuity (if you squint) to "Lord Starscream's pet cactus". Enjoy! ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Rating: K

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Day on the Beach
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"Hurry it up, you worthless pieces of metal! I don't have all day!" The Seeker hollered tapping his thigh with his index-talon.

"Yes, Lord Starscream!" the vehicons answered in unison before darting in different directions, stumbling on the loose beach sand.

"Eradicon! My drink."

The nameless trooper hurried over with a tray and a chilled cube of Energon.

The jet grabbed the cube and –swirling its contents with a finger- threw it on the unsuspecting 'con with a loud clang.

"WHERE IS MY STRAW? AND THE LITTLE UMBRELLA THINGY?! I CANNOT RELAX ON A BEACH WITHOUT MY MINI UMBRELLA THINGY!" Starscream all but screamed into the poor vehicon's audio receptors – the trooper would have to see Knock Out later.

Steve shuffled on his pedes. Lord Starscream was mad, really mad.

Ever since Lord Starscream's pet cactus had "ran away" the Seeker had been on his wits end, barking orders and tightening his grip on every single Decepticon aboard the Nemesis –even Soundwave (that faceless 'con who gave all the vehicons the chills), making him record every conversation and analyze it in case of a plausible disagreement among the troops. Though, the truth was that he was trying to find the one who had caused his beloved pet to "fly off the nest". (How Greg had been able to convince their master of their innocence, Steve did not know)

Just last night Steve had caught a fellow vehicon screaming in anguish of the grip the Commander (LORD!) had on the troops and running around the corridors aimlessly with the medic -waving a syringe of unknown contents- and his bulky assistant running behind him.

And it was LAST NIGHT that the Commander (LORD!) had had his glorious idea of a "holiday" to calm his overheating CPU.

And thus, thousands of cubic meters of sand (and a few rocks) was brought aboard the Nemesis for the Seeker's calming day on the beach.

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