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#jus had to get tis out of my system none of this is real anyways
empressofthelibrary · 7 years
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As Promised:
A piece from a Transformers fic I’m writing, featuring Dinosaur Cop Ladies.
Follow-up questions welcome!
Stronghold sank into her chair, steaming.  How in Primus' name did that mech always know how to get her to agree with him?  Maybe the others would have some sense in their processors.  After taking a moment to calm herself, she tapped the comm button.  "Attention crew members of the Ark.  Your captain 'requests' your presence in her office.  Now."  She had to jab the comm button three more times to get it to shut off.  The minicon crew was supposed to have fixed that a week ago.  Maybe they did.  The stupid, outdated, old-beyond-reason systems here were always on the fritz.  Either way, she'd have to write another notice about it.
Moments later, Stronghold's four subordinates, one tall and light for her profession, one typically broad and bulky, and two smaller femmes, were all crammed into her relatively small office.  "Wipe that smirk off your face, Submerge," she growled, glaring at the taller one.  "What's so funny anyway?" The lighter femme, trying to look casual despite being shoved against the wall, chuckled.  "Well, nothin' much, Cap'n.  Jus' couldn't help but notice the two mechs walkin' outta yer cabin just now.  I seem to recall seein' one of 'em before."
Stronghold set her jaw and narrowed her visor.  "Yes, Prowl came to ask for help.  From me.  From us.  From the ship."
"Help?" asked the smallest of the five, concerned.  The little femme's optics widened, and she pulled herself halfway up onto Stronghold's desk, trying to make herself more noticeable.  "Is everything okay?  Is Prowl in danger?  Who was that with him?  Is the other mech holding him hostage?  Is Prowl holding the other mech hostage?  What's going on?"
Stronghold held up a calming hand.  "Relax, Starmap, before your imagination gets any more carried away.  Prowl is just fine; he and his friend just want to borrow the Ark to look for energon.  And I'm inclined to let them."
"What?!"  A battlescarred femme almost as big as Stronghold herself shoved past Submerge, a stormy look on her face.  "Stronghold, with all due respect, you can't be serious!  I know you and Prowl go way back, but this--"
"That's why I called you in here, Shieldbash," Stronghold snapped.  "To talk me out of it.  But I want you to have all the information before we make a decision, so can I please finish what I was saying?"
Shieldbash bowed her head and took a step back.  "Of course, Stronghold.  Sorry."
"As you should be," Stronghold huffed, tapping her fingers on the desk again.  "Now, what was I saying?  Right.  Prowl also says they're rebelling against Megatron--"
"What?!"  The fifth femme in the room, not much bigger than Starmap, but no less formidable-looking than any of her peers, shoved her own way to the front.  "These two bolt-brains are thinking of taking out Megatron?!  The same Megatron who tossed out the Quintessons and freed us all?  Why in Primus' name would they wanna do that?!"
"Now wait a sec, Skullcap," Shieldbash said, jumping in.  "From what I hear, Megatron's not the great hero we all thought he was--"
"That's not what I'm saying," Skullcap interrupted, twisting her head around to face Shieldbash in the tight quarters.  "I mean Megatron could whoop both of 'em with both hands and a foot tied behind his back!  It'd take something like the second coming of Primus to take him out!"
"Which brings me to my next point," Stronghold growled, slapping both hands on the desk to reclaim the derailed conversation.  "This other mech, the one who was with Prowl?  He says his name is Optimus Prime." A look of shock came over the other femmes' faces.  "'Prime,'" Shieldbash repeated, "as in--?"
"It would have to be," Starmap breathed.  "No one else would have any right to that name."
Skullcap shook her head, crossing her arms.  "Nu-uh.  No way.  Nope.  Just 'cause one guy says it's so don't mean it is.  Sorry, Boss, but Prowl could be wrong here.  Whether he's trying to trick us or he's been tricked himself, I don't trust it.  Not one bit."
"Hold on," Shieldbash interjected.  "This guy could be the new Prime or he could be some schmuck from Lower Praxus; I don't care.  The important part is that they're rebelling.  I've been hearing rumors of the 'civilized' areas, the ones under Meggy's grip."  Her face twisted in sympathy for the countless civilians living in the cities.  "Things aren't looking too good there.  A lot of the people who believed in Starseeker's dream, whether they fought in the Rebellion or not, have been moving into the Outskirts to get away from him, and they're none too happy.  I've been wanting to do something for awhile, but..."  She shrugged.  "I never had an opportunity, I guess."
Beside her, Submerge nodded in agreement.  "Yeah, count me in too.  The local bar's been full'a 'bots and 'cons alike, weepin' into their cups 'bout how 'it's not like it was suppos'd ta be.'  Not a very enjoyable drinkin' environment, if'n ya ask me."
"And me," Starmap chirped.  "Maybe this guy isn't the real Prime, but can we really take that chance?  Isn't helping the people more important than one mech's title?  If we don't help, we could end up regretting this for the rest of our lives!  And, well, what if he is?  I mean, if an actual Prime came to us for help, and we denied him...  Well, that would cast us in a pretty bad light, now wouldn't it?"
One by one, the four assenting wardens of the Ark turned to Skullcap, the only one to vote 'nay.'  Frustrated, the femme threw her hands in the air -- as much as the tight quarters would allow, anyway -- and sighed.  "Fine, let 'em take the ship.  Been awhile since we did somethin' real dumb anyway."
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