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cliffjumperAn RP fic for Re/Alignment, inspired from a pairing generator using the character that are in-game. And so:
Prompt
Of course it was illegal.
***
He'd had a few choices when the red runt had found him, despite the disruption field that he'd set up. To ensure no one wandered too close and got harmed. Of course. Prima would be oh so upset if that happened, after all, so better make sure no one would find him, not even any of his siblings.
Alas, that had now become... complicated.
He approached like someone would a live bomb, which, really, was just common sense. But the mini - which he certainly was - still stomped closer with a narrowing of his optics that telegraphed suspicion as much as the scowl on his faceplates did. He wasn't one of Prima's luckily, but being one of Vector's, in this case, wasn't a lot better.
"What the frag does that do?" The aggression would've been annoying if there hadn't been a very tell-tale straying of those bright-blue optics; he'd stopped, folded his arms over his chest, but couldn't keep his gaze locked on Megatronus. Instead it kept straying down and to the side, to the huge cannon on its stand on the ground. And not because of suspicion... or not only, anyway.
"Would you like to see?" His rumble rolled between them, and his unwelcome visitor twitched, glanced up at him with a darting scowl, and then his optics strayed down to the cannon again and he came closer. Normally he wouldn't offer, but given the attention that was being given to his cannon, Megatronus caught himself interested in seeing what the little mech would do.
Not that he had any great opinion on someone belonging to Vector, not when it came to weapons, but...
Ah.
A tiny gray hand was laid against the side of the cannon, the faint light present out here bouncing off the silver and being eaten by the black of the cannon, and then a finger slowly trailed along the slightly bulging side, following seams that Megatronus knew were there but shouldn't really be obvious.
Someone either paid a lot of attention, or just liked guns. The rumble from Megatron could just as well have been the flicker from the fire within as from his actual engine, and the quick, burning glare he was given before the red mech turned back to the cannon, walking down its side with an attention it certainly deserved, was... Well, what was the word..?
Cute.
"If you can pull the trigger, I'll explain. In detail." As long as it didn't end up in Prima's audios, that were, but the look on those faceplates told him as long as they didn't hit something Vector would disapprove of, this tiny little mech would probably be fine with it as well, as long as he got to try.
"'If'? I'll show you slaggin' if, you overgrown---" He cut himself off, obviously actuely aware of the positively giant mech behind him, which was suddenly a lot closer than it had been as Megatronus kneeled down, one hand planted on the ground beside cannon and minibot, the other resting on his thigh. He was technically trapped now, between the cannon and the Firstforged behind him, the heat pulsing against much too thin red plating. Not even the bulge of altmode armour on his back would do much of anything if protection was needed.
"Go on, then."
He should be annoyed he'd been interrupted, but at the moment the minibot nestled close up to a cannon that was many times his own height, those tiny hands feeling out around the trigger mechanism... well, it had his attention, especially as the interest and anticipation did seem to be honest.
And while he had to strain a bit and a hot, angry rev from that tiny engine echoed thinly in the space between Megatronus' crouched form and the cannon, the cannon suddenly hummed, vibrated enough to make the mini make a noise that made it hard not to laugh, and then the cannon discharged.
A white-hot lance of multiple-spectrum plasma seared across the empty plain, a thrum caught somewhere between the audible and not, causing the refugee to rub the side of his helm with a grimace, before the noise cut out as the beam slammed into a mountain. Silence reigned for a brief moment before there was a twist in the air, a sort of noiseless shriek of atoms being pulled out of order, their entropy speeding up as rock, metal and air sort of *melted* at first, and then the mountain exploded.
"... Holy, brurnin' slag! Sweet Primus." He whirled around, leaning against the cannon's side, the expression wide and optics bright. For the moment, there was no suspucion of anything in that dumbfounded face. "Can we do it again!?" And as long as nothing but a few mountains that could be remade and some monsters died, Megatronus doubted there would be.
Behind his mask, smoke curling just the faintest bits in blue-gray trails about his helm, the Firstforged of Primus smirked. This hadn't been such a bad interruption at all, and the red mini didn't even twitch - he probably didn't even notice - as Megatronus lifted a finger from the ground and urged him around, lingering a moment too long.
"Most certainly."
Prompt
Of course it was illegal.
***
He'd had a few choices when the red runt had found him, despite the disruption field that he'd set up. To ensure no one wandered too close and got harmed. Of course. Prima would be oh so upset if that happened, after all, so better make sure no one would find him, not even any of his siblings.
Alas, that had now become... complicated.
He approached like someone would a live bomb, which, really, was just common sense. But the mini - which he certainly was - still stomped closer with a narrowing of his optics that telegraphed suspicion as much as the scowl on his faceplates did. He wasn't one of Prima's luckily, but being one of Vector's, in this case, wasn't a lot better.
"What the frag does that do?" The aggression would've been annoying if there hadn't been a very tell-tale straying of those bright-blue optics; he'd stopped, folded his arms over his chest, but couldn't keep his gaze locked on Megatronus. Instead it kept straying down and to the side, to the huge cannon on its stand on the ground. And not because of suspicion... or not only, anyway.
"Would you like to see?" His rumble rolled between them, and his unwelcome visitor twitched, glanced up at him with a darting scowl, and then his optics strayed down to the cannon again and he came closer. Normally he wouldn't offer, but given the attention that was being given to his cannon, Megatronus caught himself interested in seeing what the little mech would do.
Not that he had any great opinion on someone belonging to Vector, not when it came to weapons, but...
Ah.
A tiny gray hand was laid against the side of the cannon, the faint light present out here bouncing off the silver and being eaten by the black of the cannon, and then a finger slowly trailed along the slightly bulging side, following seams that Megatronus knew were there but shouldn't really be obvious.
Someone either paid a lot of attention, or just liked guns. The rumble from Megatron could just as well have been the flicker from the fire within as from his actual engine, and the quick, burning glare he was given before the red mech turned back to the cannon, walking down its side with an attention it certainly deserved, was... Well, what was the word..?
Cute.
"If you can pull the trigger, I'll explain. In detail." As long as it didn't end up in Prima's audios, that were, but the look on those faceplates told him as long as they didn't hit something Vector would disapprove of, this tiny little mech would probably be fine with it as well, as long as he got to try.
"'If'? I'll show you slaggin' if, you overgrown---" He cut himself off, obviously actuely aware of the positively giant mech behind him, which was suddenly a lot closer than it had been as Megatronus kneeled down, one hand planted on the ground beside cannon and minibot, the other resting on his thigh. He was technically trapped now, between the cannon and the Firstforged behind him, the heat pulsing against much too thin red plating. Not even the bulge of altmode armour on his back would do much of anything if protection was needed.
"Go on, then."
He should be annoyed he'd been interrupted, but at the moment the minibot nestled close up to a cannon that was many times his own height, those tiny hands feeling out around the trigger mechanism... well, it had his attention, especially as the interest and anticipation did seem to be honest.
And while he had to strain a bit and a hot, angry rev from that tiny engine echoed thinly in the space between Megatronus' crouched form and the cannon, the cannon suddenly hummed, vibrated enough to make the mini make a noise that made it hard not to laugh, and then the cannon discharged.
A white-hot lance of multiple-spectrum plasma seared across the empty plain, a thrum caught somewhere between the audible and not, causing the refugee to rub the side of his helm with a grimace, before the noise cut out as the beam slammed into a mountain. Silence reigned for a brief moment before there was a twist in the air, a sort of noiseless shriek of atoms being pulled out of order, their entropy speeding up as rock, metal and air sort of *melted* at first, and then the mountain exploded.
"... Holy, brurnin' slag! Sweet Primus." He whirled around, leaning against the cannon's side, the expression wide and optics bright. For the moment, there was no suspucion of anything in that dumbfounded face. "Can we do it again!?" And as long as nothing but a few mountains that could be remade and some monsters died, Megatronus doubted there would be.
Behind his mask, smoke curling just the faintest bits in blue-gray trails about his helm, the Firstforged of Primus smirked. This hadn't been such a bad interruption at all, and the red mini didn't even twitch - he probably didn't even notice - as Megatronus lifted a finger from the ground and urged him around, lingering a moment too long.
"Most certainly."
