AN: G1 :D
Seeker Mischievousness
Prompt: Sentence Prompt—You're not fooling anyone.
Characters: Thundercracker, Skywarp
Universe: G1
Word Count: 498
Summary: In which, Skywarp proves to be a tad smarter than originally thought.
"Oh, TC!"
Thundercracker immediately frowned at the sound of the voice and turned to face the mech that had addressed him. The purple and black jet similar to his frame design widely smiled at him. Thundercracker's vermillion optics immediately caught the mischievous glint in his comrade's optics. "What do you want, Skywarp?"
"Nothin'," Skywarp answered. However, the way the word was innocently stressed had Thundercracker's frown deepening. "I just saw ya wondering around and thought I'd say hi!"
The friendly smile coming from the Seeker was completely negated by the way his wings twitched with restrained glee, and Thundercracker was not fooled for a second. He had been teamed up with Skywarp more than enough to pick up on those subtle signs. "Alright, you've done that. Now please leave."
The younger Decepticon remained unmoved by the cyan mech's polite demand and parked himself on the counter Thundercracker stood in front of. Thundercracker frowned when a wing was shoved in his face, blocking his access to the faction's public Energon dispenser. All he had wanted was his small ration of Energon. Was that seriously too much to ask for?
"But TC, I thought we were buds."
"Are you this annoying to Starscream too?"
"'Screamer loves me." Thundercracker found that very hard to believe but was prevented from saying so when the wing was shoved further in to his face. "My status with Star aside, could you help me? I just got outta the med-bay, and I think Hook mighta welded my wing wrong. Can you take a look at it?"
The smugness that had bled in to Skywarp's grin was more than enough reason for Thundercracker to abruptly shove the mech away. Skywarp yelped at the sudden move and fell in to a heap on the ground. Thundercracker glared down at the mech when he whined. "You're kidding, right? I've seen you pull that prank on the idiotic Coneheads more than enough times to figure it out. Find a new human prank to pull because the tube of water you tape to the back of your wing is getting old."
Skywarp pouted and climbed back up to his feet when Thundercracker turned to ignore him. "Fine! Here I was, hoping my teammate would lend a helping hand, and I get shot down. I see how it is now. Don't come crying to me the next time your wing gets fragged up."
Thundercracker shook his head and briefly watched his teammate stomp out of the empty rec-room. Finally! Maybe now he could get his fuel in peace and get back to what he was-
Skywarp tried not to laugh too loudly as he stuck his head around the corner and watched the dispenser explode a couple of gallons of bright yellow paint on to the cyan Seeker. His willpower proved to not be enough, and he began guffawing at the sight of Thundercracker's wings lowering in a resigned manner.
Score one for Skywarp. Whose jokes were getting old now, TC?
Dominance
Prompt: Predator
Characters: Howlback, Ravage
Universe: G1
Word Count: 326
Summary: Ravage doesn't like to be second best.
Tension cables constricted with each fluid movement the black feline made. It prowled down the dark hallway, belly nearly scraping against the hard floor while the tips of Cybertitanium claws silently clicked with each movement it made. A rigid tail flicked in restrained anticipation, and sharp ruby optics watched its prey turn the corner.
With the trained precision of a warrior and the natural instincts of a feline, Ravage immediately picked up his speed to keep up with the older feline symbiote. Howlback may have been with the Decepticons for a longer period of time, but Ravage was determined to show that his skills overshadowed the older symbiote.
And how could the feline deny that it was better than watching Rumble and Frenzy drive the Seekers insane?
Ravage came to the corner Howlback had vanished around and fell back in to his crouch, slowly creeping around the corner while his flexible ears swiveled forward and strained to pick up every tiny sound. The feline stuck his muzzle around the corner before fully peeking around. The mechanical cat yowled when a large paw slapped down on the top of its head.
Howlback released a deadly growl at the younger symbiote that attempted to wiggle out from beneath her. Sharp fangs snapped down by one of Ravage's flexible ears, and Howlback gave him another swat to the head, almost as if to reprimand the other feline for the mistake it had made. How would Ravage make an effective predator when his prey heard him coming from miles away?
Ravage huffed at the physical reprimand and finally wiggled out of the cobalt feline's grasp. He attempted to hide his embarrassment with a snarl of his own. Howlback sniffed at the failed attempt at dominance and continued on her way. Ravage huffed and did an about-face to stalk off in the other direction, his claw clicking against the floor in shame.
He would get that other stupid Cassette one day!
Snuggle Buddies
Prompt: Heat
Characters: Cassettes, Soundwave
Universe: G1
Word Count: 394
Summary: Cassettes can't help that their frames have limits that fully sized Cybertronians don't have.
Having Ratbat flutter in to the surveillance hub and land on the top of his helm wasn't that big of a deal. A little odd, but it was Ratbat. The Cassette was known around the Decepticons to be a little odd at times. To see Laserbeak and Buzzsaw fly in soon after that wasn't strange either, seeing as they had just returned from a classified mission and needed to transfer their newfound intel in to the system. They liked perching on shoulders to do that, so it was only when they decided to snuggle in to the blue mech's neck that it got a little strange. Then came Ravage, slinking through door with the finesse of the feline he was to drape across his feet. Again, a little strange, but all four of the beast constructed Cassettes sometimes gave in to some primal coding they had inevitably received with their frames. Ravage would surrender to his feline side from time to time and just lounge on the nearest living berth if he could.
Things got weird when the Cassette twins decided to make his lap their temporary berth.
The blue mech currently stuck in front of the surveillance monitors carefully turned his head to glare at the mech he heard entering the room behind him. Soundwave blandly stared back at the Cassette-covered Seeker and returned to his station with the data-pad he had left to retrieve. He skillfully ignored the glaring Decepticon sitting beside him and linked back up with the main surveillance hub.
"You did this on purpose."
"Thundercracker: lack evidence."
Thundercracker's growl received an angry jab from Laserbeak when he disturbed the avian Cassette, who snuggled back in to his neck when he became silent again. "Why?"
"Cassette frames produce little heat. Seek host mech to compensate when in need of recharge. Seekers' larger frames exude high amounts of heat."
"I hate you."
"Soundwave acknowledges but lacks motivation to care."
Thundercracker snarled once more, his wings twitching in restrained aggravation when Soundwave casually disconnected from the monitors once more to go do whatever he deemed necessary as the Decepticon's third-in-command. One of the Cassette twins in his lap kicked at his cockpit while Ratbat fluttered around on his head for a more comfortable position.
Next time he was forgoing the "easy" job of monitor duty to help Skywarp take the base's inventory.
