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raisedbymoogles) wrote2015-11-12 10:52 pm
raisedbymoogles) wrote2015-11-12 10:52 pm
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OC ficbit!
I threatened to do it. I did it. I might do it again. >D
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Sydney didn’t so much climb down the warehouse ladder as slide down it, terror for her friend propelling her into reckless haste. “Jazz,” she hiss-whispered, running to his shoulder as soon as her feet touched the floor. “Jazz!”
Jazz stirred in his bonds. “Oh,” he murmured. “Hey, Sydpffff.”
Sydney, nearly drowning in her pilfered MECH grunt uniform, put her hands on her hips. “Hey, how else was I supposed to get past those guys?”
“Eight-bit, there ain’t no way anybody’s gonna think you’re a terrorist, as bitty as you are.” Jazz was giggling openly at her now, and Sydney aimed an exasperated kick at his arm.
“If you can make fun of me, you must not be hurt too badly,” she observed, trotting over to the cables wrapped around Jazz’s wrist and tugging at them, trying to figure out how to release them.
Jazz tilted his chin smugly. “They didn’t lay a hand on me. Soon as they jacked in, their perimeter alarms went off. Looked like a whole ‘Con armada was bearin’ down on their position.” Sydney peered at him, and Jazz gave her a wicked grin. “Funny, that. ‘Specially since the ‘Cons don’t have a clue where their base is.”
“So that’s why there weren’t any guards.” Sydney stared dolefully at the uniform sleeves flopping over her hands - maybe it was a good thing her Stormtrooper Strategy hadn’t had a proper test. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” she admitted, and left off trying to foil Jazz’s bonds in favor of hugging his palm. Jazz made a humming noise and curled his fingers around her, and Sydney pressed her palm to his fingertip, warm brown against cool silver.
“Hey,” he murmured. “How’d you get here, anyway?”
Sydney grinned. “Oh, that. I brought backup in case the Stormtrooper Strategy didn’t work.”
“Backup?”
The moonlight streaming through the open warehouse door was suddenly, thoroughly blocked by a pair of wide, upswept wings. “I hope,” the flier said to no one in particular, “Optimus Prime plans to take these humans more seriously as a threat now.”
“Hi Lightcaster!” Sydney crowed.
“I see how it is,” Jazz mourned as Lightcaster stepped carefully over to them to release Jazz from his bonds. “I been replaced! Ain’t no way borin’ ol’ Jazz can compete with someone who can hit mach-2.”
Lightcaster growled at him. “Please stop being ridiculous, Lieutenant-Commander.”
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For the curious, Sydney's writeup is here and Lightcaster's is here.
*
Sydney didn’t so much climb down the warehouse ladder as slide down it, terror for her friend propelling her into reckless haste. “Jazz,” she hiss-whispered, running to his shoulder as soon as her feet touched the floor. “Jazz!”
Jazz stirred in his bonds. “Oh,” he murmured. “Hey, Sydpffff.”
Sydney, nearly drowning in her pilfered MECH grunt uniform, put her hands on her hips. “Hey, how else was I supposed to get past those guys?”
“Eight-bit, there ain’t no way anybody’s gonna think you’re a terrorist, as bitty as you are.” Jazz was giggling openly at her now, and Sydney aimed an exasperated kick at his arm.
“If you can make fun of me, you must not be hurt too badly,” she observed, trotting over to the cables wrapped around Jazz’s wrist and tugging at them, trying to figure out how to release them.
Jazz tilted his chin smugly. “They didn’t lay a hand on me. Soon as they jacked in, their perimeter alarms went off. Looked like a whole ‘Con armada was bearin’ down on their position.” Sydney peered at him, and Jazz gave her a wicked grin. “Funny, that. ‘Specially since the ‘Cons don’t have a clue where their base is.”
“So that’s why there weren’t any guards.” Sydney stared dolefully at the uniform sleeves flopping over her hands - maybe it was a good thing her Stormtrooper Strategy hadn’t had a proper test. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” she admitted, and left off trying to foil Jazz’s bonds in favor of hugging his palm. Jazz made a humming noise and curled his fingers around her, and Sydney pressed her palm to his fingertip, warm brown against cool silver.
“Hey,” he murmured. “How’d you get here, anyway?”
Sydney grinned. “Oh, that. I brought backup in case the Stormtrooper Strategy didn’t work.”
“Backup?”
The moonlight streaming through the open warehouse door was suddenly, thoroughly blocked by a pair of wide, upswept wings. “I hope,” the flier said to no one in particular, “Optimus Prime plans to take these humans more seriously as a threat now.”
“Hi Lightcaster!” Sydney crowed.
“I see how it is,” Jazz mourned as Lightcaster stepped carefully over to them to release Jazz from his bonds. “I been replaced! Ain’t no way borin’ ol’ Jazz can compete with someone who can hit mach-2.”
Lightcaster growled at him. “Please stop being ridiculous, Lieutenant-Commander.”
*
For the curious, Sydney's writeup is here and Lightcaster's is here.
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