Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

Drabble With The Crew Once Again.

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"Oi! Get up la, BODOH!" Anna yelled. "Nothing else better to do, is it? Go find somewhere else to sleep la wei!" she chased the sleeping Wheeljack off the couch.

"Aww come on, don't be such a meanie!"

"Anna, y-your accent...." Optimus chuckled dryly at the temperamental girl.

"We-rarely-get-to- hear-it..." Soundwave added, displaying a sweat-drop emoji.

"That's the whole point, Soundwave. I've tried so hard to muffle it but you lots are one hell of a bullshit to handle." she growled, pinching her nose bridge in frustration. "NOW WHERE ARE THE REST OF THE CREW!? TRAINING WAS SUPPOSED TO BEGIN 10 MINUTES AGO!"

A loud crash ensued followed by a pile of Cybertronians barging into the training room.

"Frag..."

"Ow..."

"Get off from me, damn it!"

"Curse you to the Pits, Ratchet!"

"Ah, frag you too Megatron! You're crushing me!"

"Primus, can you guys shut up!?"

"Let's start with you first, Arcee."

"Frag off, Airachnid. I've no mood for your bullcrap."

"Ahem." Anna cleared her throat, tapping her foot on the ground impatiently. "Are you guys done?"

With a meek smile, Starscream sat upright and pointed behind him.

"IT'S ALL THEIR FAULT! I TRIED ARRIVING ON TIME BUT THEY INSISTED ON TAKING THEIR SWEET TIME GETTING HERE!!" he cried out.

"WHAT THE FRAG!?" the crew said in unison, making the seeker jump up in reply as he scrambled to get away.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"OH HELL NAW, YOU DID NOT PULL THAT CARD!"

"So unwise of you, Starscream. That statement is incorrect and illogical."

"Guys, for the love of Primus, can we PLEASE get some work going here!?" the writer sighed, holding her clipboard on her right hand as she waved her dominant one at the guilty gang. "You guys have more contents to show! We need to make sure you're familiar with your work to  get it smooth running!"

"To be precise, you want US to train with one another to strengthen our stamina." Smokescreen said, pointing one digit upwards.

"Which is kind of useless, you know? We're war veterans. I assure you, we KNOW what we're dealing with when it comes to fighting choreography." Bulkhead huffed.

"Yeah. If ANYTHING, we just need to see the lines and get the feeling going in and VOILÀ! We're the bomb!" Knockout finished, flailing his servos dramatically in the air. "I mean, the readers LOVES US! WHAT MORE COULD THEY POSSIBLY ASK!?"

"Oh, is that so?" Anna said, smiling sickly sweet at the team. "Why, how AMAZING of you guys! Such foolishness of me to not take in consideration of that!"

"Pfft yeah, you can say that again." Airachnid smirked, crossing her arms in front sassily.

"Then I don't suppose you mind training with Lightblade?"

"Sure- wait-"

A certain gold and white femme appeared behind the spider lady, tapping her shoulderplate twice to get her attention.

"Hi there! It seems like you're keen of sparring with me?" Lightblade asked, mimicking her creator's facial expressions.

Without another word, the Mary Sue child of Anna dragged the unwilling Airachnid to the center, getting ready to pound her into shapes.

"COME ON, YOU SLAG! YOU MISSED FIVE AIMS AT ME, YOU DUMB FUCK!" Lightblade cackled as she (quite literally,) beat the crap out of the Decepticon femme.

With a thud, Airachnid was out like a light.

"WHO'S NEXT!?" Lightblade/Shadowglyde snarled, indigo optics glaring at the crew. "I'LL CARVE YOUR OPTICS OUT IF YOU PISS ME OFF, PRIMUS DAMN YOU!"

The team were huddled in a corner, shivering violently.

"O-On a second thought-"

"M-Maybe we wouldn't mind training with each other!"

"I-I think I'm good, thanks!"

"I'll sit this o-one out!"

And the team obediently went to one side, training with one another like the good Cybertronians they are.

Rolling her optics, the overpowered femme twirled her sword before giving Anna a victorious smirk.

"Weak. Should have brought me out sooner, Anna." Lightblade chuckled, stabbing her large sword onto the ground.

"Yeah...AND WHAT THE FUCK!? OI- SI KETUL ANAK HARAM-"

"English, women. English."

"MY PRECIOUS FLOOR!! I NEEDED THAT!!"

"Ah..."The femme promptly took out her weapon, leaving a massive crater on the ground. "Sumimasen. (My apologies)."

"Whyyyy!?" was all Anna could reply as she snatched the bill from Soundwave, who already printed out the latest bill for her to pay. "MAINTENANCE IS FUCKING EXPENSIVE, DAMN IT!"

"No worries. You can get Ratchet to fix it for you." Lightblade shrugged, lifting a thumb up.

"Oh wow, sure. Leave all the repairing work to me. Thank you very much, Lightblade." the grumpy medic replied with an optic roll.

"You're welcome!"

"It's sarcasm, Ioa."

"Yeah, no shit Doc."

Clicking his glossa in irritation, he took a peek at the hole and  snorted out loud.

"Goodluck fixing THAT." he said. "I am APPARENTLY needed on the field; training, you know? Takes a heavy toll on an old fella like me."

"Bitch please, you're acting as a young medic who's helping a yandere Optimus in killing!" Lightblade rebutted.

"What? Can't a mech get some practice? My pistons are getting rusty!"

"Oh, so you finally admit it? That you're old?" Lightblade giggled. "Pretty sure Sounders got it on his visor."

"Frag."

"Frag." Soundwave replayed, causing the Autobot CMO to sputter.

"W-Well, at least no one would know about this!" Ratchet defended, placing a servo on his chassis.

"Hard pass, old friend." Optimus coughed as he made a tiny gesture to the blinking red dot on Soundwave's mask. "We're...live."

"ARE YOU FRAGGING KIDDING ME!?"