Nascent (Tformers 100; Silverbolt, Hot Spot; Table: Peace; Prompt: #7- Life)
Title: Nascent
Series: Transformers G1, possibly AU?
Table(s): Peace
Prompt: Life
Rating: G
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Silverbolt, Hot Spot, Hoist; Grapple, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor mentioned
Word Count: 374
Summary: Silverbolt's probably the most nervous one there. (For no good reason.)
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to HasTak and whoever else has gotten in on it while I wasn't looking.
Notes: Happy birthday, playswithworms! Sorry this got posted kind of late! And it's kind of short, so doubly sorry. (There is actually more in this series, including a sort-of 'prequel' to this, but I haven't finished it yet.) *fails in so many ways* ...nobody noticed the typo. *cough*
The small engineering outpost was practically buzzing with energy, even with only six mechs there. Well, there were about to be eleven, which was the reason for all the excitement. Silverbolt had done his best to stay out of the way for the most part, but all the preparations were finally finished and Ratchet had summoned all of them to the medbay.
Shifting nervously as Grapple and Wheeljack murmured amongst themselves (about some sort of specialized gyro, it sounded like) next to him, Silverbolt watched both the medics run through a final check. Once the two of them were satisfied, Hoist motioned for him to come closer while Ratchet went to talk to Perceptor.
“Nervous?” Hoist asked him as he drew near, optics glinting in amusement. His wings twitching just a little in worry, the Aerialbot nodded, making the medic chuckle and pat him on the shoulder fondly. “This will go just fine. We've accounted for everything.”
Silverbolt forced himself to turn his attention away from all the things that could go horribly wrong, focusing instead on the berth he was standing next to as Perceptor started running the boot sequences. Hoist called out a few things to Ratchet he didn't really understand, and suddenly the mech in front of him was onlining.
Red optics- and wasn't that a surprise, though in theory anyone's optics could be any color- flickered on before focusing on Silverbolt with such open fascination he felt bad for ever not wanting this to happen. Shoving the thought away, the jet smiled down at the blue and red mech, resetting his vocalizer before speaking. “Hi. What's your name?”
There were a few moments of silence before the other gestalt commander slowly returned the smile, undoubtedly just working on getting his basic motor relays to work. “I'm Hot Spot. Who are you?”
Hot Spot. How appropriate for a fire truck, but Silverbolt didn't really spend much time on it, tuning out Ratchet joining Hoist in both ensuring everything was working correctly and preparing for the next mech to be brought online. “I'm Silverbolt. One of..." His voice cracked with static for a moment. "One of your big brothers. It's good to finally meet you, Hot Spot.”
Series: Transformers G1, possibly AU?
Table(s): Peace
Prompt: Life
Rating: G
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Silverbolt, Hot Spot, Hoist; Grapple, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Perceptor mentioned
Word Count: 374
Summary: Silverbolt's probably the most nervous one there. (For no good reason.)
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to HasTak and whoever else has gotten in on it while I wasn't looking.
Notes: Happy birthday, playswithworms! Sorry this got posted kind of late! And it's kind of short, so doubly sorry. (There is actually more in this series, including a sort-of 'prequel' to this, but I haven't finished it yet.) *fails in so many ways* ...nobody noticed the typo. *cough*
The small engineering outpost was practically buzzing with energy, even with only six mechs there. Well, there were about to be eleven, which was the reason for all the excitement. Silverbolt had done his best to stay out of the way for the most part, but all the preparations were finally finished and Ratchet had summoned all of them to the medbay.
Shifting nervously as Grapple and Wheeljack murmured amongst themselves (about some sort of specialized gyro, it sounded like) next to him, Silverbolt watched both the medics run through a final check. Once the two of them were satisfied, Hoist motioned for him to come closer while Ratchet went to talk to Perceptor.
“Nervous?” Hoist asked him as he drew near, optics glinting in amusement. His wings twitching just a little in worry, the Aerialbot nodded, making the medic chuckle and pat him on the shoulder fondly. “This will go just fine. We've accounted for everything.”
Silverbolt forced himself to turn his attention away from all the things that could go horribly wrong, focusing instead on the berth he was standing next to as Perceptor started running the boot sequences. Hoist called out a few things to Ratchet he didn't really understand, and suddenly the mech in front of him was onlining.
Red optics- and wasn't that a surprise, though in theory anyone's optics could be any color- flickered on before focusing on Silverbolt with such open fascination he felt bad for ever not wanting this to happen. Shoving the thought away, the jet smiled down at the blue and red mech, resetting his vocalizer before speaking. “Hi. What's your name?”
There were a few moments of silence before the other gestalt commander slowly returned the smile, undoubtedly just working on getting his basic motor relays to work. “I'm Hot Spot. Who are you?”
Hot Spot. How appropriate for a fire truck, but Silverbolt didn't really spend much time on it, tuning out Ratchet joining Hoist in both ensuring everything was working correctly and preparing for the next mech to be brought online. “I'm Silverbolt. One of..." His voice cracked with static for a moment. "One of your big brothers. It's good to finally meet you, Hot Spot.”