#yes even i couldnt resist a bit of the so called 'praxian brothers' (even though tfp smokey is not from praxus in my headcanon)

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on the 20th of February, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 27 (SS) – Week 29 (KO) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

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Prepare for Trouble

"Hey, can we stop talking about work? Just for a bit? I mean, I haven't seen you for awhile. I want to hear how you're doing from you, not from some weekly message."

Before Prowl could reply, a certain adolescent sparkling ran up to the two strolling bots. "Prowl, guess what!"

"Not now, Smokescreen," Prowl said automatically.

Prowl's companion broke into a grin. "Ah, so this is the kid you've been telling me about!"

Smokescreen stared at the bot, bemused. "Prowl's been talkin' about me?"

"Yeah! Prowler's told me all about you! I'm Bluestreak, by the way."

"Oh!" Smokescreen quickly saluted. "Smokescreen."

Welcome to the Family

"So, if you're not an officer, and you're not a new squad member, then what are you?"

Bluestreak couldn't help laughing at the sparkling's utter confusion. "I'm just an old friend of Prowl's. Well, I think of him more as a brother, really."

Smokescreen frowned. "You're his brother?"

"No, no," Bluestreak laughed. "Not exactly. See, after my home was destroyed, Prowl took me in. He watched over me, helped me get better, and even trained me. So in that sense, I view him as my big brother. Which, hey! When ya think about it, kinda makes you my brother too!"

Hope It's Worth It

"And you're positive it was the Alchemor?"

Jazz shrugged. "Pretty positive. I just kinda took Bumblebee's word for it, and believe me, that bot's word always means somethin'."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Smokescreen sighed, pressing a servo to his helm. "Earth... Primus, that's gonna be real pain in the aft to get to."

Jazz tilted his helm, a sign of mild concern. "Kid, I don't know exactly what you're hopin' to do, but I can tell a lotta big bots are gettin' really jumpy about it. So whatever you're doin', for your sake, I sure hope it's worth it."

"Yeah, me too."

Marks of a [Youngling]

"Hello, sir. My name is Smokescreen. I've been assigned to be your bodyguard."

The words were practiced, respectful and to the point. The bot who spoke them stood rigidly, faceplates neutral, like one standing before a commanding officer - all marks of a trained soldier, ready to take orders and obey them.

But there was something about the way his doorwings nearly quivered in their stiffness, about the way his faceplates struggled to remain neutral, that suggested something else - a youngling who wanted to be anywhere but here.

The archivist smiled warmly. "Hello, Smokescreen. My name is Alpha Trion. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance."