Dear Vector Prime, Since I'm here, I have to ask you one question. Is there a group of Cybertronians whose alt modes are carnival rides? If so, then explain each of the members of that particular group.
Dear Amusement Appreciator,
Years after her adventure with Powerglide, Astoria Carlton-Ritz decided to fund a Transformer-themed amusement park, and offered vast amounts of crude oil resources to any robots who would participate. Rodimus Prime approved of the venture, and several Autobots chose new alt-modes:
D-Go and his Liner Team became the park’s main attraction, the Rapid Run rollercoaster.
Grand Scrounge was happy to find a use for his alt-mode at last, as the park’s Ferris wheel.
Bumper, Crash Test, Ricochet, Crumplezone and Jolt formed the dodgems, spending most of their time begging their riders not to crash them into one another.
Mach Kick instituted the Thoroughbred Carousel Corps.
Whirl eagerly took on a new identity as “Tilt-a-Whirl”, though he didn’t quite get the idea of theme parks, believing this to be a human torture device.
Grandus housed the whole amusement park in his base mode.
In honor of the Liner Team’s combined form, Sixliner, the park was named Sixflags.
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The fact that Junko/Kelly keeps going on vacation and having to get new cars after the old ones keep getting destroyed, it's not hard to believe that she's from a rich family.
Considering we don't know what she does for a living, it's safe to assume that her family helps her out when she's in trouble if this is true.
The third episode does have Junko/Kelly say that she does work and have to explain to her boss of the possibility being late thanks to J-Seven/Rapid Run abandoning her and the other passengers. However, this is only in the English dub, and in the original dub, Junko/Kelly only expressed her annoyance while never saying she has to go to work.
But what do you think? Do you think Junko/Kelly might actually be rich?
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hai I requested the auto bros/train bros last time (absolutley beautiful) and you're ultra magnus and sideburn fic? magnificent. If you have some time could I request another RiD over the trains having a favorite regular human? Or how they feel about all the gossip and stories they hear throughout their work?
Aw, thank you~ Anon, I will always jump at the chance to write some RiD01 for you~
Once again using the English dub personalities.
Word count capping at 1070
AO3
“Ugh, my wheels are killing me today,” Rapid Run complained as he collapsed into the seat at the table left empty for him. It was the end of the day, and while there hadn’t been any Decepticon hijinks today, there had certainly been the daily commute Team Bullet Train had to keep up with. Time was approaching a major holiday for the humans and there were more of them riding the trains than any other season.
Railspike nodded his empathy and Midnight Express asked, “Did the schedule change on you, too? I didn’t even realize that this holiday was going to make the station hours change so that we run longer shifts!”
“Yeah! What’s up with that?” the youngest bullet train exclaimed.
“What I gathered from local gossip is: this is the season when a lot of shopping goes on,” Railspike informed. “Apparently, there’s a lot of people who are trying to work the shopping trips into their busy schedules. And it sounds like this schedule shift is a regular occurrence around this time of year.”
“Well, at the very least it makes for getting some good gossip,” the middle train shrugged.
The oldest train raised an optic ridge with surprise. “You’ve got something on the Decepticons from all the commuting?”
“What? Heavens no!” Midnight Express scoffed. “Humans lead such interesting social lives. It’s rather fun to listen in on sometimes.”
Rapid Run nodded. “Like today, I heard one of my regulars complaining that the people running their workplace pretends to care about all of its workers, but the way those in charge regard the office workers versus the warehouse workers is blatantly classist. It’s obvious to all the warehouse workers that they’re not being taken care of, and even though they put in all this effort to get some changes set in place, it doesn’t seem to make a difference.”
“Makes me glad our workplace isn’t like that,” Railspike grunted. “Or at least… I’ve never felt like Optimus Prime has been setting up a classist system in our ranks. You know what I mean?”
The two younger trains nodded.
“Absolutely,” Midnight Express agreed. “I have never doubted that he cares what any of us Autobots have to say or think. He doesn’t hold Team Bullet Train, the Autobot Brothers, the Spy Changers, or the Build Team higher in value than anyone else.”
“Makes it real easy to follow his lead, knowing that,” Rapid Run added before he changed the subject. “Back to the commute gossip, though. Either of you two hear anything interesting?”
The middle bullet train hummed as he thought back on his day. “Let’s see… Oh! One of my regulars was complaining about how she keeps getting hounded by this driverless blue sports car with a flame decal on its hood. It’s really persistent, too. It keeps managing to find her no matter where she goes!”
Railspike wheezed with amusement while Rapid Run slapped a hand to his forehead and howled with laughter.
“Vector Sigma! You’ve got Side Burn’s girlfriend on your route?” the youngest train grinned broadly beneath his mask. “That poor lady! Nothing’s gonna ever get him to leave her alone!”
“Not even Ultra Magnus,” Midnight Express nodded with a smirk. Once everyone had calmed down, the younger two trains turned their attention to the oldest once more. “So what about you, Railspike? Any fun gossip you overheard?”
Railspike shook his head. “If there was, I didn’t hear it. I wasn’t paying much attention today. My regular, an older woman, wasn’t on the commute the past week and I was really concerned. The last time I saw her, she was looking really unwell. But today she finally came back. She was on the evening commute with her son. She looked a lot healthier. Apparently, she’s been in the hospital for the past week due to an illness.”
“Aw, the poor thing,” Midnight Express sympathized.
“It’s a good thing the doctors were able to help her out,” Rapid Run commented.
The oldest train nodded with a warm, sentimental smile. “Very good. In all honesty, she’s my favorite commuter. She’s such a nice lady.”
“We’re happy for you,” the middle train stated. Then he and Rapid Run began recalling further gossip they had heard throughout the day.
Railspike stared through the table between all of them, recalling his time spent with his favorite old lady. ‘Hello, handsome,’ she had greeted as she stepped on his passenger car that evening. The same words she uttered to him every time she stepped in his passenger cars. She had always made it a point to talk to him. She was really sweet like that. He didn’t think she truly knew that he was alive and listening to her as she talked about her life and other things that she felt like talking about. But that was okay. It made him happy to hear from her. To know how she was doing. To know that she appreciated his efforts to get her and all the other passengers where they needed to go in a timely and safe manner.
To say Railspike had been simply worried about her the past week was an understatement. Not having her on her usual commute had really made him feel lonely. Empty. He’d been silently beside himself with anxiety. After all, she was starting to get frail and she was living on her own. What if something had happened to her and nobody knew? So when she stepped on his passenger car that evening and uttered her usual greeting, the relief that had flooded through him was almost overwhelming. He’d wanted to cry out, ‘Welcome back, li’l lady!’ and transform to hold her gently in his hands.
She took a seat with her son and began telling Railspike about her hospital visit and how she was going to be living with her son from now on. Halfway through the route, her son had tried to tell her that the train couldn’t respond. To which she had replied, ‘That’s okay. Mr. Train is my friend. He understands, even if he cannot tell me so.’ It made Railspike’s spark melt to hear her say that.
The old train heaved a soft, dreamy sigh before getting up from the table to leave the two gossips to their chatter while he moved to turn in for the night. He couldn’t wait for his friend to start her regular commute again.
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Transformers Warfare: Rapid Run
Another member of the Mercenaries Guild, Rapid Run is your run of the mill power hungry merc. The only thing really notable about him is his unusual alt mode. Or rather it would be if you weren't paying enough attention to realize that Rapid Run is really a Headmaster using a very large Transtector. Or that he seems to be looking into how to get into contact with The Chaos Bringer so he can gain more power...
Rapid Run, as a Headmaster, transforms into the head for his Transtector, which itself transforms into a Cybertronian bullet train. He is armed with a scatter blaster.
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