Speedwriting Prompt Fills

by Exactlywhat

Well... I found the TF Speedwriting Community on LJ, and sorta kinda maybe started writing some. Figured most of these are pretty much one-shots, and it'd kinda be a waste of space to post them all as separate stories. So, here they are. *Note: this will always be marked as complete (even though it isn't), because every fill is its own story, and this isn't one continuous story.

92. Concordat

Title: Concordat

Rating: K

Continuity: Any

Characters: Prowl, OCs for the sake of plot and prompt-fill

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Prompt: 5. Challenge: Using this ( . ) random word generator, spin until you hit on the first TF-suitable name. This is your new OC. Without spending more than a minute or so planning, write a ficlet focusing on the defining moment of their early life.

Word: Concordat: Definition: A compact covenant or agreement concerning anything

"And so the Great War came to an end. The two leaders bonded, the armies merged, and Cybertron grew again," the Praxian ended, doorwings twitching as he surveyed his students.

"So, who were the leaders?" a youngling asked as he waved his hand in the air, not waiting for his teacher to call on him.

Prowl cast him a disapproving look, and the youngling slumped down. "The two leaders are those we still have today; Optimus Prime led the Autobots, and Megatron led the Decepticons."

"Yeah, 'Fall, didn'cha listen?"

The little mech slumped a bit lower. Prowl cleared his intakes.

"Whether Downfall listened or not, it is good to repeat. It is good to know."

"So, you're saying that my creators were the leaders during the Great War?" another small mechlet asked, helm tipped to the side.

The old Praxian gazed with softening optics at the small youngling. "Yes, Concordat. You, actually, were one of the factors that helped finalize the War. It helped everyone see that it was really over."

The little mechlet blinked again, and the other mechlings around him stared. He was average in appearance; nothing about him stood out. His developing armor was dark blue, with accents in red and gray. His helm was crowned by two long audial fins, his optics a very dark shade of violet.

"Concordat," he muttered, then laughed. "My name makes sense, now," he said, smiling.

Prowl smiled in return, nodding and dipping his doorwings. "Indeed. Your creation was, in essence, the finalization of a covenant. Assurance that another war will never come about between our leaders again. A covenant of peace."