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Title: New Toys
Prompt: 047. Writer's Choice: Treasure
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PG
Series: Transformers (TFA-esque with a hint of G1)
Characters: Swindle, mention of others
Warnings: Nadda~
Summary: Being a con-bot was so much fun sometimes.
Author's Notes:
Written for NaNo! =D
A little background for this one: This is based off an RPG where Starscream had betrayed Megatron and Sunstorm had, in a sense, agreed to help the rogue seeker. Megatron found out and killed Sunstorm, ripping out his optics then tearing his head off. (Yeah, my Megatron is an angry bastard.) And thus comes this!
Swindle had it made, he really did.
Not only had he managed to come away from the whole escapade with the Autobots with new toys, but now he had gained a whole frame to take apart and sell as he saw fit! Of course, Megatron's intentions hadn't originally been to let the con-bot have Sunstorm's frame but the con-bot knew what to say to the Decepticon leader to get what he wanted.
Sometimes it was just too easy.
Perched a top the fallen seeker's chest plate, one support strut propped up so his knee was bent, the other leg stretched out, Swindle was eying a few pieces he had taken off the frame, tossing aside whatever he found useless for scrap use later and putting aside the stuff that was of value. An amused smirk was on his lip components, the bot occasionally glancing at where the head should be, an amused sound escaping him each time.
Silly Primus Preacher.
Tossing aside another useless piece, Swindle shifted his position and starting going through the cockpit to get to the area where Sunstorm's spark had been, deft digits easily prying apart this and that until he struck gold, so to speak.
"...So that's what made you so deadly," he mused, optics lighting up with interest and intrigue as he got rid of the parts he didn't need, eying the fusion-reactor inside the empty frame.
Oh this was going to be so much fun.
Prompt: 047. Writer's Choice: Treasure
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: PG
Series: Transformers (TFA-esque with a hint of G1)
Characters: Swindle, mention of others
Warnings: Nadda~
Summary: Being a con-bot was so much fun sometimes.
Author's Notes:
Written for NaNo! =D
A little background for this one: This is based off an RPG where Starscream had betrayed Megatron and Sunstorm had, in a sense, agreed to help the rogue seeker. Megatron found out and killed Sunstorm, ripping out his optics then tearing his head off. (Yeah, my Megatron is an angry bastard.) And thus comes this!
Swindle had it made, he really did.
Not only had he managed to come away from the whole escapade with the Autobots with new toys, but now he had gained a whole frame to take apart and sell as he saw fit! Of course, Megatron's intentions hadn't originally been to let the con-bot have Sunstorm's frame but the con-bot knew what to say to the Decepticon leader to get what he wanted.
Sometimes it was just too easy.
Perched a top the fallen seeker's chest plate, one support strut propped up so his knee was bent, the other leg stretched out, Swindle was eying a few pieces he had taken off the frame, tossing aside whatever he found useless for scrap use later and putting aside the stuff that was of value. An amused smirk was on his lip components, the bot occasionally glancing at where the head should be, an amused sound escaping him each time.
Silly Primus Preacher.
Tossing aside another useless piece, Swindle shifted his position and starting going through the cockpit to get to the area where Sunstorm's spark had been, deft digits easily prying apart this and that until he struck gold, so to speak.
"...So that's what made you so deadly," he mused, optics lighting up with interest and intrigue as he got rid of the parts he didn't need, eying the fusion-reactor inside the empty frame.
Oh this was going to be so much fun.