Author's Notes: Thanks for the reviews. To clarify reader questions, if you get a fic idea or want to use a rule from here go ahead. I willingly share and I don't own Transformers, none of us do. Please e-mail me that you are going to, and send me the link so I can go read and enjoy what you write and refer other readers your way. Only NO SLASH OR SMUT PLEASE. And yes, soon I will post the first 50 rules as their own chapter.
This set of rules seemed to focus more on human interactions and one major plug for child safety. I was a firefighter and EMT for over seven years and injured kids are the worse accidents to deal with. Tried to make it lighter hearted and Transformer style here. Onward to merriment and madness.
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Prowl shifted to the right, tilting forward, his arm awkwardly reaching across to the left side of his desk for the next datapad. He slid it towards him, unable to move his left arm. It was in a traction field and immobile from the shoulder down. "Over enthusiastic twins anyways. One little processing glitch and I end up in med bay with a stripped bend joint that has to be rebuilt from scratch. They ended up with wrench shaped dents in their helms and afts though for it. Ironhide didn't have a scratch on his armor. Worse, he threatened to show the video of the whole episode next movie night. Could be worse, Red Alert could have attempted to fix a human."
47. No experimenting on human supporters, human friends and never youngling or sparklings. *Wheeljack and Trailbreaker. Is this rule even necessary?
Sam Witwicky watched Trailbreaker intently as he explained the small device sitting on the table between them. "A force field has its limitations. Most important, it has to be ON to work. This is only a mini of the one I carry. I use it to test applications but it may be just the thing for a being your size."
"After begin blown off a building, grabbed and tossed around, nearly scalped by a pint sized horror, transported halfway around the known world, and shot at by Megatron I'm open to anything that saves my skin." The young man said, watching the black mech. His alt form of a pickup camper had been useful on long weekends when Bumblebee and Mikeala had shared holiday time together. Sam had trusted him and Bumblebee to guard them while sleeping. And now this device might protect him daily.
"Turn on by triggering this sequence, red green red yellow." Trailbreaker demonstrated on his front panel, watching as Sam clipped the device to his t-shirt and copied the pattern. The hum and shimmer of light surrounded them both then faded from view. "And that's all there is to it. Instant protection. Oh, there are limits. Physical things are stopped but not air or gasses or you couldn't breathe. Nothing can touch you but great force and impact will make you mush inside the field. Like Megatron falling on you or Ultra Magnus running you over. Understand?"
"I think so," he frowned, not sure how much protection it was then. "How do you turn it off?"
"Touch the center and send a magnetic pulse." Trailbreaker's form shimmered again then the field disappeared. "See, easy."
"How do I do that?" Sam asked, waving one very human flesh and blood hand.
"……."
Fifteen minutes later, Wheeljack frowned, listening to their report of the problem. "There is a way," he started. "This is an absolute secret however. The right pulse frequency will turn it off within close range. Each unit is different so we'll have to try the standard range then amplify the power output."
"Why a secret? Decepticons right? Force field's only work when on." Sam worked it out verbally. "This won't hurt will it? I promised Bumblebee nothing would happen if he went to that peace conference without me. "
"Nothing should hurt. Just don't move." Wheeljack's side bars flashed yellow with light blue before settling into pale green as he tinkered with the magnetic pulse emitter that arose out of his lower arm. "Here we go."
The first pulses did nothing. The fourth pulse blew the lights. Headlights triggered, blinding Sam until the mechs reset them to low beams. Next pulse did nothing. Then the lab doors slammed closed, locking with a loud click following the pulse after that.
"I'll open them later. We're getting closer." Wheeljack tried more pulses, each triggering various lab equipment. "I really need to shield my equipment better."
"Try a stronger pulse 'Jack. Before the others come to investigate." Trailbreaker advised.
"Double strength it is." The device flared, sending it out. One set of headlights abruptly blanked out followed by a loud crash off to their right. Wheeljack leaned down, shining his lights on his friend, now in stasis lock.
"Need to narrow the pulse field." He tinkered with the settings, and looked up, finding Sam missing off the table. Using his thermal vision, he detected him hiding in the access space below it. It took nearly five minutes of talking softly before Sam agreed to come out.
"Triple strength, narrow field…and nothing happened. Strange. One more setting and we try something different. Maximum strength."
"Yes!" Sam screamed as the air around his body shimmered then disappeared. He flung the device away, heading for the bathroom. "Be right back!"
"Ohhhhhhh." A moan from the floor sounded as Trailbreaker came back online. "Did it work?"
EMERGENCY FREQUENCY OVERRIDE
:Prime to all Autobots. Full combat alert. Unknown attack has knocked out base power and the alarms. Where are Sam and Mikeala?:: Optimus managed to sound mad and worried at the same time.
::Mikeala is safe in med lab:: Ratchet
::Sam is safe in the research lab with me and Trailbreaker:: Wheeljack
::Keep them safe until we determine the extent of the threat and remove it. Clear:: Optimus
Trailbreaker blinked, sitting up as the lights clicked back on. "We better tell him."
"Let Sam tell him."
Sam did talk with Optimus. The base returned to normal status, and every mech and femme had to review all protocols, procedures and rules as relating to human safety. Trailbreaker and Wheeljack had to write them out one hundred times each while Bumblebee and Prowl watched. Sam wrote out "I will not let Autobots experiment on me," one hundred times as Mikeala, Bumblebee and Optimus watched.
55. Do not answer the any of the following when a human asks, "Can I ask you a question?"
a. I don't answer to inferior life forms
b. Do I look like a talking car? Wait, I am! Oh primus! (when in alt mode)
c. The special today is Decepticon wing seared by an energon sword with light canon fire and….
d. Did you take a number at the front gate? We are currently servicing questioner # 4 right now.
e. Sorry, I'm spoken for. Interspecies relationships are expressly forbidden, painfully impossible and you are so not my type.
f. A question? That reminds me of the time on Ceti Alpha Eight. I questioned if we would survive. We were surrounded by organic rube hybrids that……
g. Depends. It is important like Unicron attacking and destroying whole worlds or important like the fallen about to engage the sun collector or important like I'm a puny human who is being inquisitive and probably should ask another mech?
h. What is this? Miss American pageant? Fine. World peace and an end to soggy doughnuts.
i. No vacancies. Full for the weekend. Try the military base up the road.
j. How long do I have to think about it ?
k. Yes, no, maybe, probably, then again not in this lifetime so get lost fleshling.
l. WHAT?!!! (at full volume capacity)
m. Any answer in Cybertron while gesturing wildly.
n. Screaming and folding down into your alt form and driving off wildly. *Twins
o. Me no like guessing games. Me stomp! Why you run away? *Grimlock
p. Play the clip, "please hold." Then play instrumental music until they leave. *Bumblebee
q. Yes, we're twins and I'm the better looking one. *Sunstreaker and Sideswipe
r. Why, you going to write a blog on my answer ?
s. Any other answer not approved by Autobot Command or NEST or the Press Liaison.
"Yes Prime?" Prowl asked without looking behind him as the mech entered the office.
"Alert as ever. I promised Ratchet I would check on you." He said, looking his second in command over quickly.
"Recovering and working," he answered. "And your promise is fulfilled. Not that any mech would ever doubt you."
"Actually I was accused of telling a lie and in so doing was guilty of, how was it phrased again? Of conduct unbecoming a Prime, less than a joor ago." He tilted his head to the side, remembering.
Prowl looked straight at Optimus. "Please tell me so I can slag whoever accused you." His very frame was vibrating with suppressed emotion, the datapad and work forgotten.
"I'm a big bot remember that rule? If I can handle Decepticons, offlining and returning from the Egypt fight I can handle a few disbeliefs."
"It was a human wasn't it?" His tone was flat and devoid of emotion as faint red specks began showing in the optics.
"No, and more than one Autobot didn't believe me either." He placed a hand on Prowl's shoulder, keeping him in his chair. "It was a minor matter. "
"If it affects you if affects all of us and this world. My life, my job is to ensure safety and security."
"I painted the liaisons' car to look like the fictional character Herbie." Optimus confessed, waiting for Prowl's logic glitch to trigger and send the mech into stasis lock. Instead he sagged, looking defeated.
"How did I fail you that you cannot confide in me? Who and what really happened?" Prowl's tone was nearly a sob and Optimus winced. Silently, Optimus walked around to face the front of the desk and held out his wrist, offering a connection cable.
"See for yourself old friend." The connection was accepted and blue optics dimmed as the transfer completed.
::You…you…you…painted…:: Prowl sputtered.
::Yes I did:: Optimus
::But...you….you…you're a Prime!:: Prowl
::And that makes me?:: Optimus
:: A Prime!:: Prowl
::I still have a sense of humor. Even if no one believes me when I told them:: Optimus grinned, closing the connection and replacing the cable back under his armor.
"I make mistakes. Remember me telling Bumblebee as a sparkling not to listen to what the twins told him to do?" he reminded, determined not to let his rank interfere with their friendship.
"He got into their glow in the dark paint." Prowl consulted his memory banks. " They warned him not to touch it and the moment they were busy elsewhere he practically bathed in it. Then ran from them when they tried to wash him and told him to stop running. "
"It took ten orns for the effect to wear off because it had dried by the time they called for help in catching him. Though Ironhide swore it made 'Bee easier to check on when he recharged. Glowed like a nova beacon." Both mechs laughed, remembering happier times from their journeys around the galaxies. "Ironhide was an excellent choice as a guardian. And still is."
56. Do not tease, be critical of or underestimate the importance of an Autobot using safety equipment designed for humans, especially younglings and sparklings, including Annabelle Lennox.
Ironhide drove into the Transformer hangar, opening the passenger door to let Sarah Lennox out. She hugged Will Lennox as Annabelle undid her booster seat straps, then slid into Daddy's waiting arms. A few snaps and the booster seat was removed by Sarah, allowing Ironhide to transform into his bipedal mode.
"Nice upgrade there 'Hide," Sunstreaker smirked, pointing at the seat.
"Didn't come in any other color than black huh? The fashions today are just so bland." Sideswipe quipped, joining his twin in the teasing.
"It's for Annabelle's safety." Ironhide growled, stepping clear of the Lennox family while shifting his battle routines into a holding queue.
"And required by human laws." Optimus reminded, coming up deliberately behind the twins to discourage any further problems. That night they were watching the news as had become a nightly habit. Humans were interspersed around the raised work platform and the Transformers spread out when a terrible looking accident was displayed as a clip for an upcoming news segment. Intrigued, Sergeant Epps had turned up the volume and switched it to the large wall, serving as a giant TV screen. The reporter spoke of a rural two car accident. Five children had died, none of them wearing seatbelts or in appropriate restraining seats. The mom was sobbing heart broken in the background as the images of yellow tarps laid out on the ground were shown.
The report switched back to the main studio and newscasters. "Accidents are the leading cause of death for children. Many, like those just shown, are easily preventable." Various statistics and other child fatality news segments followed. There was not a sound in the hangar as they all watched. The station went to commercials and Ironhide walked over towards the platform stairs, bending down to look at Annabelle's booster seat thoughtfully.
The next day, fifteen orders for belt positioning high back booster seats with five part harnesses were placed via the internet, shipped next day air. That weekend they were presented for Annabelle's approval.
"Each is assigned to a specific Autobot that you may ride with, even if only in the event of an emergency." Optimus told her. "See if you can match who detailed each one."
"Bees!" she guessed, pointing to the little smiling bumblebees and bright flowers that covered the seat.
"Twins!" A shout identified the next two, both painted as red or yellow mini rockets blasting off super fast.
"Hatchet!" she pointed at the one with brown cuddly teddy bears wearing little bandages and wrapped limbs for boo boo's.
"That's pronounced Ratchet!" He corrected, glaring at the other Transformers, knowing that was their nickname for him.
Each seat in the row was matched until the last two. Annabelle glanced up at the waiting bots then back at the seats. The pink princess design had a small silver and blue orb attached on a cord and she clapped her hands in delight as it lit up when she approached. "Opts!"
"Told you she would figure it out Optimus. My kid is smart. Like her father." Captain Lennox bragged then gasped as his wife's elbow jarred him.
"I'm half her genetics too." Sarah reminded, pointing at both their blonde colored hairs.
"Ironhide's!" Annabelle identified the black glossy seat.
"Basic black, what a surprise." Sunstreaker said.
"Basic with a few changes. Not plastic but Cybertron armor plating molded and reshaped. GWPS included, Galaxy Wide Positioning System, basic blast shields on both sides and top that raise in event of a potential impact or energy reading," Ironhide said.
"He also adjusted his interior and transform protocols," Ratchet added with a snort. "Took me a week just to work out the mobility rotating details." Everyone looked at Ironhide.
"Nothing really. If attacked, and she's in the child seat in my cab, I can transform and she will slide inside and under my armor, where my chest panels are the strongest and transform back to alt mode around her without crushing her." He looked down, waving one hand in a no big deal motion. "Can't just stop and set her out in an attack."
Will and Sarah looked at each other then at the Transformers, feeling they were missing something. Annabelle grinned, knowing a secret. Any Transformer could adjust their alt mode specifically and she had helped Ratchet and Mikeala with the transform sequence, learning what the treaty forbid any human to know. But she wasn't going to tell. She'd promised to keep that secret and others. That was what friends did.
