#scribblebit

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grue. darkvic. scribbluebit

(dont tag as yellue pls)

[beckyh2112]

TF Scribblebit

I want to clean up and expand this one into a real fic at some point. But here's the unedited skeleton.

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=SILVERBOLT!!!=

Optimus jerked at the sudden shout from the Aerialbots, his shot just missing a Seeker's wing.

The Aerialbots were terrified.

Optimus scanned the battlefield - His spark constricted in horror.

Silverbolt was in the process of picking himself up off the ground. Starscream descended in robot form, smiling maliciously. And Megatron-

Megatron has his fusion cannon lazily pointed at the fallen Aerialbot.

With utter, sickening certainty, Optimus knew he was about to watch Silverbolt die.

He swung to fire at Megatron anyway.

Silverbolt looked up, finally saw Megatron, and froze -

-Motormaster hit Megatron like a ton of bricks. The shot that should have killed Silverbolt went through a wing instead, and the Decepticon leader went sprawling.

Everything seemed to freeze, except Motormaster. He transformed, landed, put his hand down to bleed momentum, stopping himself directly between Silverbolt and Megatron.

His cowl hid his expression; Optimus couldn't begin to imagine what it was.

Megatron levered himself up, expression baffled. "Motormaster! Explain yourself!"

There was a pause. Then: "No."

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ScribbleBit!!

Ah yes, them

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Who wants me to post the random Transformers-based scribblebits I've been doing at work?

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Scribblebit: TF Kidlets

"Oh, no!" Vortex said with absolute delight. "Babies!"

Onslaught followed his subordinate's gaze - ah. Starscream was being swarmed by a quint of jetlings still in their first instar. They were chattering happily, entirely in the audio range. First instar was too young for comm-bands, if he remembered Wrench's texts correctly.

"I thought they weren't supposed to be back for half a year, 'tane," a blue Seeker his IFF identified as Thundercracker grumbled to a triple-changer with long white wings.

"Yeah, well, that plan went out the window when Screamer lost his slagging mind, liberated a bunch of political prisoners, and built an entirely new gestalt." Octane exvented in annoyance. "It's only been two weeks."

"They need to fly!"

"Two. Weeks. One of those weeks was this whole Combaticon mess."

"Hi, it's us!" Vortex called out cheerfully. "We're the problem!"

Brawl casually thumped Vortex so Onslaught didn't have to.

Thundercracker upticked his optics. "You're not the problem. Starscream's the problem."

"He does seem to be," Onslaught agreed drily.

Octane and Thundercracker both laughed, and Onslaught turned his attention back to herding his team towards Medical. Apparently the ship's quartermaster had his office there. He'd give them their quarters assignments and shipboard passes after their initial medical exam.

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Because I am an inherently contrary creature, whenever people make Fox a redhead because his name is Fox, I want to remind them about the silver fox, which is a melanistic color morph of the more typically imagined red fox.

This is why Fox is described as grey-furred in my shifter!clones scribblebit. He's a silver fox. Thorn's the one that's the more typical red.

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Transformers Scribblebit

Just as a warning, "scribblebit" does mean "basically unedited, whatever I jotted down between work to keep me entertained when not doing my actual job". Starting with the one I've already typed up...

It's not described in the scribblebit itself, but Octane and Onslaught are at the Decepticon holdings in Libya*, while Scrapper and Mixmaster are back on the Nemesis.

*We don't do Carbombya around here, kthx.

Somewhat odd, since I'd been reading smut with Transformers going into heat, so you are getting not even a little bit smut about Transformers going into heat.

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Onslaught eyed Scrapper and Mixmaster through the screen. "I assume there is a reason you don't drug Motormaster into submission and take care of the Stunticons."

"Yes," Scrapper said flatly. "Megatron would kill us."

"Tr-triple kill us! Drugging and raping his Stunticons?"

"If they're as deep in heat as you say, I'm really curious how you're going to handle this without rape." Octane had his arms folded, looking increasingly unhappy.

"We made them sign heat-partnership agreements years ago, actually," Scrapper said. "The problem is the ones for Motormaster are in space with Megatron right now."

Osnlaught mentally reviewed the mission roster. Ah, the triple-changers. Good choices. But the mission was slated to last another few Earth weeks.

You could not leave someone in heat that long.

"His brothers?" He wondered aloud, knowing the Constructicons would already know why that wouldn't work.

"We wish it was what simple." Scrapper sighed. "We had to pull their code, but…"

"Apparently, Vector Sigma has opinions about mechs from the same batch interlinking. They can't satisfy each other for heat or rut."

"That sucks." Octane sounded genuinely commisserate. "But why are you calling me?"

"Because there's no point contacting Shockwave if we can't even run the space bridge."

Hnh, yes. Shockwave would also have the armor to handle Motormaster.

"He actually signed-?" Octane asked incredulously.

"Our next call is Megatron," Mixmaster said brightly. "If he says yes-"

"He can order Shockwave to cooperate," Onslaught finished.

Scrapper waved a hand dismissively. "Shockwave will do it because it needs doing. No, we want Megatron fully informed and agreeable to whatever we do with the Stunticons."

Mixmaster nodded rapidly in agreement.

Onslaught knew he was missing something. Certainly, the Stunticons and Menasor were useful when they could be pointed in the right direction. But he'd never heard of the Constructicons asking before treating someone. In fact, Onslaught distinctly remembered being coerced into formally granting them medical authority over him and his team when the Combaticons properly joined the Decepticons.

"You have medical authority over every Decepticon on Earth. Surely, Lord Megatron will be satisfied with a summary of your decisions." Onslaught was making an educated guess about the medical authority part, but it seemed reasonable.

Scrapper and Mixmaster exchanged a look.

"You weren't around for this-"

"You were the enemy!" Mixmaster interrupted cheerfully.

"But Megatron ordered the Stunticons to report to him once, in front of the entire rest of the Decepticons, and they said-"

"Sh-shove it up your afterburners, we're having a demolition derby!" Mixmaster said in a passable imitations of Drag Strip's voice.

"They weren't punished for this," Scrapper concluded.

If Onslaught had a mouth, he would be gaping. As it was, Octane was doing enough for both of them.

"They weren't punished?" Onslaught repeated incredulously. "Soundwave would be punished for doing something like that."

That amount of tolerance for blatant, public insubordination… Well, Onslaught suddenly understood why the Constructicons wanted Megatron aware and approving of anything they did with Motormaster.

On the other hand, Swindle liked to "double-check" Octane's numbers for the energon refinery. It would dig deep into Octane's reserve to bring Shockwave from Cybertron then send him right back.

But there was already a Decepticon here on Earth who could survive Motormaster in heat.

Onslaught cycled air through his vents. "Comm Lord Megatron. I will return to the Nemesis and handle the situation."

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shifter!clones scribblebit

Thorn stepped into the shared officers' quarters and found a mass of grey fur curled up on Fox's bunk.

"Hey, Fox," he said. The multi-tailed near-vulptex flicked two of his four tails at him.

That was still too much grey fur even for Fox. Knowing his friend's batchers…

"Commander Wolffe."

A head the size of his ribcage lifted, blinked at him. Wolffe wasn't the same kind of creature Fox was; he was more like a loth-wolf than a vulptex.

"Mind if I join you?"

A shake of the massive head.

Thorn grinned, then shucked and racked his armor. As soon as he was down to his blacks, he shifted himself. He was the same kind of multi-tailed near-vulptex as Fox, except he was a handsome russet. (They'd looked it up when they were cadets: they were the same species, just different color morphs.)

Thorn padded over and sniffed Wolffe in greeting. The smell of Kel Dor made his nose wrinkle. Deeply unfair to General Koon, he knew, having met the man. But Kel Dor were alien enough that his instincts Did Not Like their smell.

Fox smelled like he had rolled all over Wolffe's scent glands. A long meeting with the Chancellor then. Thorn helpfully rubbed his cheek against Fox's shoulder.

Fox nipped at him, Thorn nipped back, and it would have devolved into a tussle if Wolffe hadn't growled.

They probably shouldn't start a fight right on top of the 104th commander, no matter how friendly it was.

Thorn tucked himself in next to Fox, tails curling over and around to conceal most of his body. Fox deliberately let his own tails fall across Thorn's head before curling back up himself.

Wolffe sighed and nudged them into slightly different positions. He rested his head on top of Fox briefly when Fox tried to move back to where he had been.

Thorn tittered, Fox glared, and Wolffe rolled his eyes at the both of them.

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For visual reference: Fox and Thorn are about the size of wolves, and Wolffe is the size of a horse.

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Foxatine Scribblebit - Fox has a bad day

Thorn found Fox in his office, head in his hands. He was breathing in a very measured, deliberate way that spoke of fighting off tears.

Kark. What had happened? "Fox?"

"He wants to genocide the Jedi."

The words just didn't process for Thorn for a long moment. "-what? Why?"

"He hates them. He hates them so much- I've /never/ seen as much genuine deep emotion from him as that."

"Kark. I thought he just wanted to become dictator-for-life."

Fox nodded into his hands. "He's going to end the war. For me. Before his plans called for it. Because I asked."

"-And ending the war ends his use for the Jedi."

"And ending the war requires destroying the Jedi, according to him."

"Fuck. The Jedi are the ones protecting our vode."

"I know," Fox moaned. "- I'm going to have to kill him."

"We're going to have to kill him," Thorn corrected. "I know you're enough of a bastard to not hesitate, but you don't have to do this alone."

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A scribblebit from a barely-researched idea of Bly with DID, post-Order 66.

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"This is a security breach waiting to happen." 5052 points at the chip on the holographic scans. "The Emperor has already demonstrated that it can be used to override our own decision-making abilities. His timing was acceptable for the operation, but unnecessary losses were taken because we couldn't plan." CC-1004/Gree is dead. 5052 and Bly don't even need to look at the casualty reports to know that. They remember who he was serving under on Kashykk. "If someone else were to find a way in, we could be used against the Empire."

CT-[numbers]/Carrion gives him a sardonic look. "We could. Is this leading where I think it's leading?"

5052 gives his CMO a look. "I want a solution. I want them disabled, and I want it untraceable."

"The Emperor might not approve."

"The Emperor has already demonstrated that he should stick to issuing orders and let us figure out how to carry them out." This would be a lot easier with CC-1004/Gree working with them. He was always good at coming at problems sideways. And he would have accepted 5052 and Bly.

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Scribblebit

“Ara'vod."

Fox finds enough energy to open his eyes. "You haven’t called me that since we were littles."

Gree shrugged. "Got tired of being bitten.”

“Wolffe was just jealous I was a better ori'vod than him.”

“You’re not my ori'vod. That’s literally what ara'vod means.”

“Ten-oh-four is a smaller number than Ten-ten. You’re vod'ika.”

“Ten-oh-four comes before Ten-ten. *You’re* vod'ika."

It’s an old, comfortable kind of teasing. Not what he has with his Guards, not what he had with his squaddies. Just two vode barely ever apart from decantation to deployment.

"What’re you doing here?” Fox asks.

“I heard you were in Medical, so I came to sit with you until you woke up or General Unduli summoned me.”

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What Gree means: “I came to the Guard base for our usual drink-and-bitch session we have whenever I’m on planet. One of your subordinates told me you were in Medical, so I came down here."

What Fox hears: "I got a serious injury alert from your CMO, just like the rest of our squaddies, and I’m the only one who cared enough to come.”