She's Done Been Goin' For It!

[dunmurderin]

For those not familiar with this meme, I have two sets of 28 prompts. You pick 'em by claiming them in the comments, I write a short fic (between 100-300 words, though it may go over) about it also in the comments.

You can give any instructions you like about what you'd like to see or who else you'd like to see in the fics.


28 Pipes (link added for those who may not remember who Pipes is)

1. Naughty Pipes Done! Link leads off-site!
2. Happy Pipes Done; see also Jealous Pipes
3. Silly Pipes (mit Light Bulb!) Done!
4. Angsty Pipes (on Cybertron) Done; link leads off site
5. On-Vacation Pipes
6. Horny Pipes Claimed!
7. Transforming Pipes
8. Excited Pipes
9. Book-Reading Pipes Done! Not actually the version I'd written, but I like this one better!
10. Dancing Pipes
11. Jealous Pipes Done; see also "Happy Pipes"
12. Turned-On Pipes Claimed, off-line by roommate
13. Caring Pipes
14. On-His-Knees Pipes Claimed!
15. Obedient Pipes -- Done, with Optimus Prime -- ANGST WARNING!
16. Dominant Pipes Done!
17. Naive Pipes Done!
18. Drinking-Energon Pipes Claimed, Cybertron, pre-Earth Contact
19. Greedy Pipes
20. Daring Pipes
21. Exploring PipesDone!
22. At The Beach Pipes
23. Bath-Time Pipes Done!
24. Disheveled Pipes (with rat) Done!
25. Exhausted Pipes
26. Well Shagged PipesDone!
27. Kick-Ass Pipes Claimed, off-line by roommate
28. Playing With Kids Pipes Claimed; with Beauty and the Beast toys


And because you know I had to do it...



For this feel free to pick any or all of the Combaticons. As I say below in the comments, I'll either focus primarily on that character and have the rest of the team as background or just do a character study of that particular Combaticon.

Edited to note: For the purposes of this exercise, Bruticus is considered a separate member of the Combaticons

28 Combaticons
1. Naughty Combaticons Done!
2. Happy Combaticons DONE!
3. Silly Combaticons Done!
4. Angsty Combaticons Done!
5. On-Vacation Combaticons Done; AEC AU story with Girl!Brawl and Minicon!Swindle
6. Horny Combaticons Done! Link leads off site
7. Transforming Combaticons Claimed, off-line by roommate
8. Excited Combaticons Done; someone gets a new toy and for once it's not a weapon!
9. Book-Reading Combaticons Done!
10. Dancing Combaticons Done
11. Jealous Combaticons Done!
12. Turned-On Combaticons Done
13. Caring Combaticons In Progress -- 20 pages handwritten and counting
14. On-Their-Knees Combaticons Done! Link leads off site
15. Obedient Combaticons Yes, Virginia, the fic is done!
16. Dominant Combaticons Done
17. Naive Combaticons Done!
18. Drinking-Energon Combaticons Done; with Duskwing
19. Greedy Combaticons (Brawl and Swindle Only) Done!
20. Daring Combaticons Done!
21. Exploring Combaticons Done!
22. At The Beach Combaticons Done, off-site
23. Bath-Time Combaticons Done!
24. Disheveled Combaticons Done; features Blast Off and Onslaught (off-site)
25. Exhausted Combaticons Done! (link leads off site)
26. Well-Shagged Combaticons Done
27. Kick-Ass Combaticons DONE!
28. Playing With Kids Combaticons Done!

I figure, this gets me 28 fics closer to my 100 Combaticons challenge! Me so Sneaky!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Do well shagged Pipes :)

Well-Shagged Pipes

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

For the longest time, the only sound in the room was that of two semi frames slowly ticking as they cooled off. With a soft groan, Pipes rocked on his wheels, stretching.

“Pipes?” Huffer asked, nervously as Pipes moved. “Pipes, are you okay?”

Okay? Try never better! Pipes chuckled. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, bumping his grill gently against Huffer’s. “That was…wow.”

“It was good?” Huffer revved his engine, sending a pleasant shudder through Pipes’s frame.

“Yeah, Huffer.” Pipes revved back at him. “It was good. Really good. Uhm…how was I?”

Huffer’s headlights blinked. “You? You were wonderful,” he said. Then, shyly. “I really was good?”

Pipes chuckled again. “It was my first time, Huff, you sure I’m not supposed to be the one asking the questions?”

“Well, that’s why I want to be sure, I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Huff, I’m many things right now, but disappointed ain’t any of them,” Pipes said, driving around so that he could pull up side by side against the other semi. “C’mon, relax. Tell me more ‘bout Cybertron, please?”

“Well, if you’re sure you want to hear about it…”

“I’m sure, Huffer, I’m sure.”

[lunatron.livejournal.com]

Playing With Kids Combaticons, please!

Playing With Kids Combaties

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

“Here they come,” Swindle radioed to Vortex from where he was crouched behind a rocky outcropping, watching a rapidly approaching dust cloud. “Get ready…tell Boff to move, what? About three degrees right.”

“Four,” Vortex said from where he waited atop a nearby mountain, hunkered down under a camo-sheet. “Boff, get ready, they’re comin’ in fast.”

“Not fast enough!” Brawl growled. “Getting tired of waitin’ for these aftheads!”

“Steady on,” Onslaught said. “We do this on my mark.”

“The targets are on the mark!” Swindle yelled. “Repeat! The targets are on the mark! We are green for go!”

“FIRE!” Onslaught roared, the order coming a mere fraction of a breem before he and his teammates began firing on the Stunticons, attempting to temporarily disable them rather than cause actual harm.

“Tag, you’re it!” Vortex chortled as the Combaticons took off for the hills.

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Horny Combattis... With the Stunticons. *smirks*

Acknowledgement Posting -- May disappear once story is posted

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Oh...Bugger...

That's gonna be tough. Fun, but tough!

Dun

[shadowofspawn.livejournal.com]

Can I have Silly Pipes? And just for kicks could you somehow include a lightbulb? I wanna see what you come up with ;)

Can I also have Kick-Ass Combaticons? Kicking, say, Aerialbot booty?

Grtz, SoS

Silly Pipes Mit Light Bulb!

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

It was a rare find under the best of conditions. In a human junkyard, out in the open and exposed to the elements as it was, it was like finding an original Carbide in the rubble of Crystal City.

Pipes picked it up as delicately as he could, being careful not to grip it too tightly.

He was right. Oh merciful Primus, he was right! It was an F72T12, low color rendition, cool white fluorescent tube. It was nearly as long as he was tall, frosted like a window pane on a winter‘s morning.

It was beautiful. It was gorgeous.

And it was the perfect thing for light saber practice! Darth Pipes would fight again!

[uftaki.livejournal.com]

*wanders in from the Cell* Hmm... how 'bout Daring Combaticons and Exploring Pipes? :)

Exploring Pipes

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Author's Note: The 100 Mile Garage Sale (http://www.rivertowns.net/rwpower/100-mile-garage-sale/100milegaragesale.html)is a real event (in fact, as of this posting it ended about a week ago). The distance Pipes travels is figured using Mt. St. Hilary (well, Mt. St. Helens) as a starting point. The refueling stops are based on his range of 400 miles according to his TFU specs.

Story takes place post-Movie, in 2006.

# # #

“You want to go where?” Rodimus Prime asked, looking down at Pipes.

“Hundred mile garage sale,” Pipes said, with an embarrassed flicker of his optics. “They have it out East. It runs from Red Wing, Minnesota to Winona, Wisconsin. I didn’t get to go last year ‘cause of the whole thing with Unicron, but that’s okay. Sounds like this year is gonna be bigger anyway.”

“And…why are you going?” Minibots had a reputation for quirky behavior but…garage sales?

Pipes looked at Rodimus, his posture that of someone too respectful to call his leader slow to his face. “’Cause it’s a hundred mile long garage sale. There’s all kinds of deals and stuff. The humans clear out their attics and garages and you’d be amazed what they are wanting to get rid of.”

Rodimus nodded. “Well, how long will you be gone?” he asked, trying to steer the conversation back on more familiar ground.”

“Well, it’s about eighteen hundred miles from here, so I’ll have to stop at least four times t’refuel but if I drive it straight, I’ll get to Redwing in a day an’ then have two more t’drive the sales. Probably won’t get to ‘em all, but eh there’s always next year.” Pipes paused. “Then about another day t’drive back, might be longer ‘cause I might sightsee some on the trip back. There's some really pretty country between here and there.”

Rodimus considered. “You’ve got this planned out.”

“Yessir,” Pipes said. “So, can I go?”

“Only if I can come with.”

[mommimus-prime.livejournal.com]

Pops in from the Cell. Let's see...Naive Pipes and Jealous Combatties.

Jealous Combaticons (Edited to fix a line)

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Megatron and Starscream watched as Bruticus went through his paces. It was the gestalt’s first official test since the Combaticons’ ‘reconditioning’ and both were interested to see how well he performed.

The tests were simple ones: tests of strength, agility, firepower and obedience to orders. Near where Megatron and Starscream stood on the cliff face watching, Scrapper and Hook were monitoring Bruticus’s performance on a series of scanners and monitors. The rest of the Constructicons, there as much for the amusement factor as to scope out the competition, stood nearby adding their own murmured comments.

“Enough,” Megatron said. “I’ve seen enough! Bruticus, disengage!”

“Bruticus obeys,” the gestalt rumbled, separating into his components. The Combaticons flew to the cliff top, landing in a V-formation with Onslaught at the point.

“How was our performance?” Onslaught asked, standing straight and tall but keeping his optics cast slightly downward so as not to meet Megatron’s gaze.

Megatron held up a hand, looking back toward the Constructicons. “Scrapper! What are your findings?”

“Preliminary findings show that Bruticus is performing at or above acceptable levels for a gestalt this newly created,” Scrapper rasped. “He clearly requires direction in the field, but with suitable preparation, he will follow orders flawlessly.”

Megatron laughed, head thrown back. “I like this creation of yours, Starscream,” he said, favoring the Air Commander with a superior smile. “I wish I had an army of Bruticuses!”

# # #


“’I wish I had an army of Bruticuses’” Swindle mimicked Megatron over the Combaticons’ internal radios. “What are we? Scrap metal?”

Vortex snickered back. “Look at Starscream. Could he get any further up Megatron’s aft?”

“Maybe if he was a Conehead,” Swindle said. “Be more aerodynamic that way. Aft-polishing’ flyboy rust magnet!”

“Settle down,” Onslaught said. “Starscream isn’t important; it’s what Megatron thinks that matters.”

“Uh-huh, and it looks like Meggy likes Bruticus bestest of all,” Swindle grumbled. “I’m just sayin’, Onslaught, we were a team long before Bruticus came around. A good team -- we wouldn’t have been able to cause half the trouble we did if we weren’t good at what we do. So where the slag does Megatron get off with this “I wish I had an army of Bruticuses” kludge?”

“And shouldn’t that be ‘Brutici’?” Vortex asked, his head tilting to one side.

“Loathe as I am to admit it, for once Stumpy does have a point,” Blast Off said, his voice a soft, cultured drawl -- one that the others were sure he spent half his time in space practicing. “It seems we’re to be relegated to the background in favor of our newest ‘teammate’.”

“Slag that! Bruticus ain‘t nothin‘ without us! We‘ll show those bit-rotted clusterfrags!” Brawl barked and only long familiarity kept the other Combaticons from outwardly wincing in pain at the sudden loudness. “We’re Combaticons, we don’ take a backseat to nobody!”

“Damn straight,” said someone so softly the others weren’t sure who had spoken. Perhaps they all had. They were silent for a moment, before Onslaught broke the silence.

“Bruticus is our ticket back into the Empire,” he said. “Without him, we’d likely be back in the detention center. Or permanently disabled this time. We owe our continued existence to Bruticus.”

They were silent again, watching quietly as Megatron and Starscream congratulated one another, seemingly without noticing their presence.

“But we will prove to those self-satisfied glitches that we are more than the sum of our parts,” Onslaught said.

[shadowofspawn.livejournal.com]

Since you're all done with your Pipes claims, I'll claim Disheveled Pipes. Could you fit in a rat/rodent of some sort? Interpretation is free of course.

Grtz, SoS

Disheveled Pipes with Rat (and fixed italics!)

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

One foot in front of the other. That’s how he was going to make it to Medbay. One foot in front of the other.

Transforming was out of the question; the dent in his side made sure of that. Damn Battlechargers. Only difference between them and the Stunticons was that he could hurt Battlechargers. Runabout wasn’t going to be running about anything for a while.

Pipes snickered tiredly at his joke as he continued shuffling along, pausing occasionally to rest. The other good thing about Battlechargers: they were never quiet about anything. So when Runamuck came back to try and get some quickie revenge for Runabout, he’d had plenty of forewarning.

Not that he’d been able to get out of the way. Or transform in order to protect himself. But at least he’d known who was slagging him.

He shook his head, trying to clear out thoughts like that. Spending too much time with Huffer. He’s startin’ to wear off on me. He snickered again. More ways than one.

Shuffle. Step. Shuffle. Step. One foot in front of the other, that was how he’d get to the Medbay and to help. Keep moving and you‘ll make it, he told himself. Just like back on Cybertron. Keep moving and you’ll be safe. Stand still and you die.

He stepped into the doorway, leaning heavily against the frame. “Hey,” he said, tiredly. “Uh, Ratchet? You busy?”

Ratchet turned around, optics going bright in surprise. “Pipes?! Springer and Hot Rod have been out looking for you! What happened?”

“Ran into th’ Battlechargers,” Pipes said, letting Ratchet lead him toward a medtable. “Chased ‘em back home but I had to walk back. S’okay, I’m fine, just a little dented up.”

“Why didn’t you call in?” Ratchet demanded. “Damnit, Pipes, you’ve got to remember you can call for backup here!”

“I know, I know, but I think my radio’s busted,” Pipes said, sheepishly.

“How?”

“Uhm, I think the rat nibbled a wire.”

“The…rat?”

“Yeah, well, I was hidin’ from th’ Battlechargers and there was this rat there an’ he was scared and I couldn’t leave him to get squished so…uhm…I put him in my cab and I think he chewed through a couple wires he shouldn’t have.”

“Wonderful,” Ratchet said. “As if Beachcomber, Groove and Hound weren’t bad enough. Wheeljack! Where’s the cheese on a string?”

“You mean the organic extractor?” Wheeljack called back. “I think Carly had it for lunch!”

[l-shades.livejournal.com]

Hm...Exhausted Combaticons and Book-reading Pipes

Acknowledgement Post

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Thankee! I'll add you to the list!

Dun.

More Combaticons!!

[tiamat1972.livejournal.com]

I'm claiming Dancing Combaticons & Bath-Time Combaticons

Dancing Combaticons

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Two in one day, just call me the little engine ficwriter that could.

# # #

Don’t Dance

For Onslaught, strategy was the closest he got to dancing. It wasn’t that he couldn’t dance -- he had attended the required courses at the Academy, after all. The problem was that most traditional Decepticon dances were intended to be performed by fliers in general and Seekers in particular. A groundpounder’s boot jets were simply no substitute for wings.

Besides, how could twittering about to music compare to the rhythmic grace of the battlefield?

# # #

Blast Off knew the traditional Decepticon dances as well. He’d attended the same classes as Onslaught had. Unlike his brother, he’d been told that he was quite graceful. Though the implication “for a shuttle” had always been there, under the surface of every complement.

But could a Seeker spin between planets? Could a Seeker hold himself in orbit, not flying but falling in a painfully slow, carefully controlled fall? Let those poor, atmosphere-bound fools believe themselves superior. Up here, it was he who was the dance master.

# # #

Brawl didn’t dance. Dancing was for officers and flyboys, not mechs like him who actually worked for a living. Besides, there was something downright suspicious about the whole process of flitting around in an arena. The whole thing reminded Brawl too much of air strikes for comfort.

No, Brawl didn’t dance. Instead, he annihilated his enemies -- be they Autobots, fellow Decepticons or training drones -- with a graceful ruthlessness.

# # #

For Swindle and Vortex, it was deal making and interrogation respectively. Or at least, that was their story and they were sticking to it. Both were too tied into the Combaticons’ rebellious groundpounder image to be seen doing something as conventional as any of the traditional Decepticon dances.

Dancing to MC Hammer’s “U Can’t Touch This,” was a different story. Particularly at 36,000 feet in full view of the passengers and crew of Oceanic Airlines flight #8869 non-stop from LAX to Hong Kong, was another matter entirely. On the whole, the experience had been considered well worth it for the four energon cubes they’d won from Skywarp.

At least until the video footage surfaced a week later.

[uftaki.livejournal.com]

If you're asking for more... I'll claim bath-time Pipes and exploring Combaticons. ^_^

Acknowledgement Post

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Thanks! You're added to the list!

Dun.

*commits more evil*

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Turned-On Combaticons, all, not necessarily in the same place, and some Brawl/Blitzwing

At the Beach Combaticons (off site)

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

On the Beach (http://www.geocities.com/dunmurderin/onthebeach.html)

Author’s Note: Takes place during "Starscream’s Brigade." (http://www.bigbot.com/transformers/scripts/cartoon_show/30_seconds1.shtml) Like "Naïve Combaticons," (http://dunmurderin.livejournal.com/894.html?thread=28030#t28030) nearly all dialogue is taken from the original shooting script for the episode (click the above link to check it out). Some bits were altered to make the story flow better in a non-script format. Or, in one case, to change a bit of dialogue that made no damn sense (I changed "many light-years ago" to "many vorn ago" because light-years are a measure of distance, not time.)

Dun.

hi

[ladystarscream.livejournal.com]

I thought I'd ask if I could put you on my friends list, So I can keep up with your fiction easier. :-)
later!
LadyStarscream :-)

Re: hi

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Sure, go for it 8)

Dun.

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Obedient Pipes and Optimus.

re

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

You got it! Adding you to this list and the WIP Master list!

I think I even know what I'm agonna do for this one! Booyeah!

Dun.

[dragoness-e.livejournal.com]

Happy Pipes, because I want to know what makes him happy.

Drinking-Energon Combaticons. With Duskwing.

re

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

I'll add you to the list

Dun.

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Playing With Kids Pipes, with a side of Beauty and the Beast toys

re

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

ooh...I got an idea already...

I am laaaaaaaaazy.

[violet-cure.livejournal.com]

Obedient Combaticons, peas and sankyu?

Obedient Combaticons?!

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

As oxymoronic as it is, you got it! *grins*

Dun.

[ravynfyre.livejournal.com]

Dominant Combaties please?

re

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

You got it!

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

On-Vacation Combaticons with girl!Brawl.

re

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

innnteresting...

[beckyh2112.livejournal.com]

Silly Combaticons. Someone cosplaying, not necessarily the Combaticons and not necessarily willingly, as someone from the Skyhammer series.

Silly Combaticons

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Oh...that'll be silly alright...very silly.

We might end up with the Major over here...

*meeps*

[ravynfyre.livejournal.com]

Excited Combaticons. Someone gets a new "toy", and for once, it's NOT a weapon.

re

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Ooh, I think I even have an idea for this...

Oh Vortex...

Dun

[ravynfyre.livejournal.com]

*plants a big, pink Mossy Oak flag in the name of ME for Angsty Combatie!*

Hands off Vortex. MY pink flag!

And Horny Pipes and On His Knees Pipes, too!

[dunmurderin.livejournal.com]

Added to the list!

Vortex: WAIT! Pink *AND* Cammo? *COVET!*