Pick a number. I give you a piece of that story, or idea that I`ll probably not touch otherwise. I`m pretty sure most of you have done this before. I`ve been terribly lazy, and hopefully writing these will be either a spurr or an incentive. Little change for this one- some of the numbers come with a few options, so be sure to let me know which.
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Why so lazy, Swindleslog )
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"Stop following me everywhere. Go on, buzz off, you buzzard."
"Sorry, can't buzz off. Me Swoop need keep you in sight."
"I don't need your protection! Get!"
The monstrous beast of an autobot shook his head. "Nope. Sorry, me Swoop can't do what tiny bot want right now-"
"I AM NOT AN AUTOBOT! DON'T YOU CALL ME THAT, DON'T YOU-"
Swoop started at that outburst. That was a very loud shout for someone so small, but then humans were loud too, and they were tiny. He bent down, and cocked his head, trying to see Rumble's face.
"Just... I'm not an autobot. I'm stuck here, but I'm not an autobot. Frag you if you ever think otherwise. I didn't pick the 'get stuck Optimus Prime' option. I didn't even get a choice, so don't... don't call me that ( ... )
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Here's the other trick- Cybertronians do make a shit tonne of modifications, temporary and otherwise, to their bodies.
It's business time.
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Fixing Blurr. Red Alert's perspective. Things get dangerous in a way that was not anticipated.
The delicate components that had been added to the frame to enhance and enable great speed were still crushed, utterly destroyed. All modifications were so much pulverised scrap metal. The advances they'd made in medicinal technology just piecing the agent together were nothing short of miraculous.
They'd been so excited to bring him online. But no one, not Wheeljack and his daring, not Perceptor and his vast knowledge, not even she and all her experience had thought to remember why Blurr had been the one selected for all that speed ( ... )
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AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH
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I'm gonna go with.. 2!
Because that is either going to be hilarious or horrifying. xD
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"How come you can fondle your windshield if I can't?"
"Because it's my windshield. You could have gotten altered for this too, but you said no."
"That's because it'd be wierd. I like my body."
Swindle snorted, a very undelicate sound for his temporary vocalizer. "That's rich, coming from you with your limb-a-day fetish."
"That's different and you know it."
"It's not like it's permanent. I'm keeping it and the files on the procedure for future visits, but it's really not even that extreme. We just nixed all my extra weapons systems back to my subpace and we had lots of room to slim me up. Smaller servos, add a little to the hips and thighs, and voila! Insta-femininity."
Lockdown gave Swindle a once over. "They did more than that."
"Well yes, obviously, but that's easily-"
"Different mouth, did something subtle to the shape of your eyes, rounder bits to your face-"
"Lockdown."
"Little hands, that new windshield, fuller aft ( ... )
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I eagerly await for this to actually be written. This is.. Magical. Both blurbs from this one.
Oh, Swindle. Only you, Swindle. Only you.
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