Week Four - Smokescreen

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Get ready guys: for the next four weeks after this, the drabbles are going to focus on a Knock Out. (Before moving on to Bumblebee, and then coming back to Smokescreen).


29.08.16

Important

Alpha Trion knew that his bodyguard was unhappy in Iacon, and after some time, he decided to ask why.

At first, the young bot was silent, glaring at the ground. But finally he cracked.

He started ranting about how badly he'd wanted to become a warrior and fight for the Autobot cause. About how unimportant he felt to the war effort, being stuck in an old library. When he said this, the young bot's frustration died quickly. Clearly embarrassed, he excused himself.

The old bot left behind sighed. "You are more important than you may think, young one," he murmured.

30.08.16

Still a Youngling

Being born into a world at war, many young bots had been forced to grow up faster than they should've. Smokescreen was no exception. Still, he had yet to lose his youthful exuberance. Plus he had an energetic presence that drove Ratchet up the slagging wall.

And Ratchet wouldn't have had it any other way.

Yes, he was still hard on Smokescreen - the youngling needed some sense to accompany that energy of his. Because if he were to end up dying, or worse, as the result of some rash action... That youthful spirit would be lost forever. And Ratchet would never forgive himself.

31.08.16

Small Bug

"Sounds like the Sea of Rust in there," Ratchet muttered, pulling the stethoscope away.

Smokescreen suppressed a cough. "So my vents are a little clogged. No big deal."

Ratchet activated his scanner and ran it over Smokescreen's frame. "As your medic, I'll decide what is and isn't a big deal." He finished the scans and stepped back. "It would seem that you've caught a minor cyber-bug. Nothing life-threatening…"

"Great!"

"…But I advise that you rest until the bug leaves your system."

"Oh, c'mon, I-" Smokescreen devolved into heavy coughing. When he finished, he looked exhausted. "Alright… Maybe a small rest."

01.09.16

Occupied

It was a pastime he had developed while at the Hall of Records. In his processor, he would replay the battles he'd studied, setting new strategies and new tactics, often to see if perhaps the battle could've been more efficiently concluded. It was an effective way to practice strategy (not his strong suit), and could often keep him occupied for hours.

And at the moment, Smokescreen could not be more thankful for this. He had been isolated in the darkness of the Decepticon brig for Primus knew how long - it was literally all he could do to keep from going insane.

02.09.16

Bounty

"This feels like my lucky day." The hook servoed bot examined the Phase shifter with a grin. "It's not often a bot up and finds an Iacon relic."

"Look," Smokescreen ground out, struggling against the electro bonds. "I don't know who you are, but I feel obligated to tell you that I've already escaped from two Decepticon crafts. I'll be out of here in no time."

"The name's Lockdown, kid. And as much as I love your confidence, I feel obligated to tell you that I'm no Decepticon. I'm a bounty hunter. And no one has ever escaped from me."

03.09.16

Reunited

"Wow, look at you!" Bluestreak held Smokescreen at arm's length, grinning widely as he looked him up and down. "All grown up, fancy new paintjob… What happened to that upstart youngling with the delusions of grandeur?"

Smokescreen laughed. "Not delusions anymore! Seriously, Blue, you wouldn't believe half the stuff I've been through!"

"I take that as a challenge! But first, someone else wants to see you…"

Smokescreen's smile fell. "Who, him?"

"Look, I know that you guys left on a bad note…"

"Ya think?"

"…but, he's still your big brother. And believe it or not, Smoke, he's really missed you."

04.09.16

Overlooked

"Captain!" one of the Decepticon soldiers called. "We've another Autobot here! He's out, but alive."

"Who is he?" the Decepticon captain demanded, glaring at Alpha Trion.

The old Autobot glanced at the unconscious mech. "…My bodyguard."

"What do you want us to do with him, captain?" the soldier asked.

The captain jerked his firearm impassively. "Toss him with the rest of the prisoners. We have who we need." He smirked at Alpha Trion. "He's not important."

Alpha Trion watched as his young bodyguard was dragged from the Hall of Records. "Never assume what is and is not important."

"Whatever you say, old bot."


31.08.16: Guess what? I'm sick. Fever and cough, something awful. Definitely hasn't made this writing these things any easier.

01.09.16: There was once a gulag prisoner who played chess with himself in his head in order to keep from going insane while in isolation. I learned this from my dad during our family's typical dinner table discussion.

02.09.16: A continuation of last week's drabble, 'Hook'. Yes, everyone. It was Lockdown.

04.09.16: Not as much Smokescreen as I would've liked in this drabble, but the intention is there and it was the most I could do in a freakin' drabble.