You've probably already read this but I redid the first chapter and reposted it so all the number are out of order. Oh well. Hopefully I'll get the next chapter done soon.
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Smurfs
Universe: Generation One
Location: Autobot City, Earth
"Yo Blurr!" Sideswipe yelled, waving a package above his helm as he entered the common room, "You got mail."
In a streak of blue, the white and sapphire colored bot zipped over to the frontliner. "For-me?-I-usually-deliver-things-not-get-them-do-you-know-what-it-is?" He rattled off unpausing as he pulled open the package and peered inside curiously. Feeling a bit nosy himself, Sides tried to get a look at what was being delivered.
"Not a clue. It was in the mail room though, so it got past Red."
"Thanks-Sideswipe-it-was-nice-of-you-to-come-give-this-to-me." And before the red bot could see the mystery contents, Blurr gave him a big smile and ran out of the room.
Halfway across the city and by himself in an empty alley, the courier stopped to take a second look at his mail. Inside the box was a note that in big letters said: 'FOR YOU ONLY'. Humming in excitement, the blue mech moved the paper aside and pulled out another note with a small bag attached. Curiouser and curiouser. Maybe someone was playing a prank on him.
Well, only one way to find out. The second note was flipped open and examined quickly:
'Hello Blurr,
We've heard a lot of really cool stories about you. That's why we wanted to ask if you would like to help with a mission. You won't come to harm but will be causing a great deal of annoyance to Decepticons if you choose to help with this. High Command has not been informed, so it is purely your decision on whether you want to help us.
The bag attached has some high-energy sweets inside. We're aware that you usually can't have snacks like these because they give you excess energy and that is really a shame. Which is why we've decided to help you out without causing trouble in Autobot city. While on your (as the humans say) sugar-rush, would you like to stir up some Decepticons? You would be moving too fast for them to catch and we'll be backup if things look to be going wrong.
The snacks are in the bag. You can check with your medics if you're afraid of poison. If you don't want to help, you can keep the snacks or give them to someone else. If you would like to do this, eat them at noon by the North wall.
Thank you whatever your decision,
Darkwalk and Wildsky
That was... not what he was expecting. Turning it over in his mind, the mech ran back and forth along the street and started to mutter. "Energon-snacks...It-would-be-nice-to-have-those...and-messing-with-Cons-that's-a-win-win-situation-I-could-show-Kup-how-good-an-Autobot-I-am...It-can't-be-poisoned-because-RedAlert-would-have-picked-it-up-on-his-scanners..." Pacing rapidly back and forth, the bot rumbled and fidgeted before checking the time. It was a minute and a half till noon.
With a startled yelp, Blurr lunged out into the street and took off across the city all the while chanting, "North-wall-North-wall-North-wall." Even if he didn't agree to this, he wanted to meet whoever's idea it was. In less than thirty seconds he was at the North wall and looking around to see if anyone was waiting for him. He hadn't recognized the names on the note but there were a lot of bots recently coming in from Cybertron, so it wasn't that strange.
Except that there were only a few familiar bots up on the wall keeping guard and checking sensors. No one else was around. Confused and starting to question if this was a set up, Blurr tapped a rapidly impatient digit on his hip-plates. No one was here. The sun beat down on the empty street that curved around building and led into the heart of the complex.
"Waste-of-time" But he still had some treats and there was plenty of room outside the city to run off all the extra energy.
Opening the bag, three red cubes the size of his forefinger tumbled out. Gently squishing the gelled snack, Blurr popped one into his mouth and chewed, all the while still keeping an optic out for someone to show up. Leaning back into the shadows of the wall he hummed in appreciation. This was good. He ate another and savored the tangy taste. Tapping his fingers relentlessly against the wall by his hip, the mech glanced at his chronometer. Thirty seconds till noon. Maybe they were late?
Without thinking about it, he'd started to nibble the third and last candy before freezing. What if this wasn't a prank? Wouldn't he need to save these until he got to wherever there were Decepticons? A faint trickle of warmth and electricity stirred in his tanks and tingled over limbs. That energy rush was starting.
At that moment, his vision seemed to fritz.
Blue and green light blanketed his line of sight and Blurr could feel himself falling, unable to stop it. As his systems turned into overdrive, one panicked thought coursed through his energized mind: He was eating the snacks by the North wall at noon.
'If you would like to do this, eat them at noon by the North wall.'
He'd just agreed to this.
Slag.
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Universe: Transformers Prime
Location: Autobot Outpost Omega One
A ding sounded as the icon in the top right corner of the green screens informed the Autobots that they had an email. Ratchet glowered suspiciously before turning around. Ignoring the kids and their guardians playing video games by the raised platform, the medic called out to their leader.
"Optimus? We apparently have a message."
"Probably spam again." Arcee called, without taking her eyes from the tv screen. She and the others were all cheering on the kids. Raf looked up at her with a frown on his face.
"I helped Ratchet put up a systems blocker. We shouldn't have spam."
Miko paused the game just before Jack crossed the finish line and pretended not to hear his indignant sputtering, "Well, who would email the bots? I'm pretty sure Fowler's the only one with the address, right?"
Optimus nodded in agreement and stepped toward the console to pull up message. "Let us open it to find out." He clicked on the message only for a black box to pop up. Ratchet shifted uneasily.
"A video, but no message."
With everyone now wary and watching, the Prime clicked on the video to start. Bumblebee leaned around Bulkhead and craned upward, all the while moving his arms closer to Raf in case the video contained a nasty surprise he didn't want the boy to see. Miko stood up and moved closer for a better view while Jack cast the game a defeated look before putting the controller down. The black square jumped to purple and a hallway in the Nemesis came into view.
"It's from the Cons?" Bulkhead growled, optics glaring at the image.
Suddenly sound started. A high-pitched whine filtered through the speakers. Everyone looked at each other with questioning gazes before leaning forward to see better. On screen, a few Vehicons ran into the hallway as the whine became louder and everyone could recognize it as an engine going way way too fast.
A streak of blue dashed through the hallway. Before the kids could blink the cons were knocked over and scrambling to pick themselves up while the object vanished before the viewers could figure out what is was.
"What the heck...?" Jack muttered, trading a look with the others.
All eyes and optics were glued to the screen though, as the scene changed to the command center on the ship. The blur of color dashed in and started to bounce off the walls and circled the room in countless loops. Soundwave chased after, trying fruitlessly to catch whatever it was. Even when the Communications Officer lashed out with his tentacles, they were too slow. Starscream stormed in, lunging forward and missing several times until he crashed into Soundwave and they both went down in a tangle. The Vehicons in the room paused for only a moment to stare before rushing to rescue the terminals that were being damaged. What ever was moving was going fast Fast FAST! And repeatedly bouncing off the delicate glass surfaces while knocking datapads to the floor. Miko was the first to start laughing, the others joining in with chuckles as their enemies failed to catch the object.
Then it stopped and everyone realized that 'it' wasn't an object at all. Vibrating in place was a two-colored blue and white bot with blue optics and an Autobot symbol on his shoulder. The door behind Starscream opened and the Leader of the Decepticons stalked in.
Everyone froze, except the Autobot who was still literally vibrating in place. Taking in the destruction and mess, Megatron thundered, "What is the meaning of this?! How did an Autobot get in here?!"
Said Autobot decided to answer for himself. An unintelligible spatter of rapid syllables and noise spat out of his vocalizer. The Cons looked at each confused. Looping around the room again before anyone could move, the bot said something else too quickly for anyone to figure out. Then, most likely realizing that no one could understand him, he started laughing. Glee lit his face. High pitched cackles that sounded like a sped-up recording burst out of his throat and the mech lunged out of the room, scattering datapads as Soundwave's tentacles snapped at the empty space he'd inhabited seconds ago.
Turning to his lord, the dark skinny mech played back a recording of what the Autobot had said and then slowed it down to a reasonable level. "Oh-this-is-fun-energon-goodies!-hahahahahahaha-You-look-funny-wow-I-feel-weird-too-much-energy-youcan'tcatchmeHah!"
"It's a Monday, isn't it?" Starscream whined, rubbing his faceplates while Megatron's expression turned murderous.
The Autobots watching the recording started to giggle and laugh, even Optimus cracking a smile. Jumping to what appeared to be security camera recordings, more hallways showed up as the bot zoomed around. He crashed into Breakdown as the big guy stepped out of the medbay. Face-planting on the floor, the con stood up with a confused look of someone who'd been run over and never seen it coming. Knockout poked his helm out the door to demand what the issue was, only to be run over as well as the Autobot appeared behind him. He must have come through another door in the medbay.
"Who is that?" Raf asked, trying to swallow his amusement so he could breathe without choking.
Bulkhead tilted his helm as if that would help him see the mech onscreen better, "Blurr, I think? He's the only one who could move that fast."
"I've met Blurr. He's taller and his armor is different." Arcee disagreed with confusion, "I suppose he could have changed it but I know he's taller than that."
The video continued for another couple minutes, showing clips of the Autobot dashing around the Decepticon ship like a hyperactive squirrel with not enough space to run. People were knocked over, any objects being carried were dropped, smashed into, or taken right out of their owners hands, and the blue mech started to make a game of grabbing a random Vehicon and rushing halfway across the ship before dropping the dizzy con.
"He looks like a time-zoomed smurf." Miko choked as the Officers got the bright idea to start shutting doors. It didn't quite work as they closed several seconds after the bot had gone through and for some reason, a large number appeared to be stuck. That did not make the Cons happy.
Ratchet gave the girl a quizzical look, not understanding what she'd said. "A what now? What the Pit is a 'smurf'?"
She rolled her eyes while glancing away from the screen, "You know, 'smurf'." Miko waved her hands and arms in a gesture as if it should be obvious, even to the bot who did not immerse himself in human pop-culture.
"No. I don't know 'smurf'." The medic answered with a sarcastic bite, copying her gesture exactly with waved servos.
Rafael looked over at them as the video ended and the screen returned to black. "Are you guys doing that Yoda thing?" Thoroughly confused and fed up with trying to talk about things he didn't understand, Ratchet's expression darkened and he bit out loudly.
"What 'YODA THING'?!"
Giving a very serious face, the Japanese transfer student lifted a flat palm and waved it in an arc in front of her face. "These are not the drones you're looking for."
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Blurr eventually exhausted himself and was returned via interdimensional space bridge back to Autobot city. He wore himself out so much that he spoke and moved at the speed of an average mech for a few good hours before returning to normal. Non-energized sweet candy showed up in the mail for him the day after with a thank you note.
