|raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote,|
@ 2009-02-23 21:46:00
|Current music:||Miseria Nomine - Martin Phipps and the Mediaeval Babes|
|Entry tags:||ff7, fic, transformers|
Because everyone needs more Cranky Old Techie snark in their lives.
FF7/Transformers ficbit, for no particular reason.
There were only three beings in the medbay, and only one of them was an Autobot, but their combined presence filled the space until there was no room for anyone else. Looming over his companions, Ratchet shook a cannon-sized red finger with a glower. "You're both so wrong it could take a year to set you straight," he growled. "A ship's fuel economy is the single most important aspect of its engine design! Everything has to be built to serve that!"
"Tell that to the Ark's schematics," Sparkplug argued, waving a hand over the sheaf of blueprints scattered around him on the medical berth. "This thing was built for power and defensive capability, and for damn good reason. The 'Cons aren't gonna be impressed by your light-years to the gallon!"
"Yeah, fat lot of good that did us," Ratchet snorted. "We built a tank and they still breached it."
The third member of their discussion group made an explosive, enraged noise. He was on the floor, hardly conducive to impressive fits of ire, but he didn't let that stop him: he unslung the long spear from his shoulder, planted it on the floor, and leaped fully ten feet in the air to land neatly beside Sparkplug.
"Hey," Cid Highwind growled, "don't disrespect the lady. She kept you lot safe for four million years under a volcano."
Sparkplug glanced up, a flicker of respect in his eyes; Ratchet scoffed. "Yeah, yeah, but that doesn't mean she can fly."
"You leave that to me." Cid grinned, unlit cigarette clenched between his teeth.
"Oh, yeah, right. You think you can-"
"-damn right I can. Just let me at that engine block-"
"-not the engine that's the problem-"
Out in the hallway, Skyfire paused and tilted his head, watching the three argue. On his shoulder, Spike and Cloud exchanged wry glances.
"Kinda cute, isn't it?" Spike grinned.
"I'm not sure that's the word I'd use," Cloud answered warily. "Not where they can hear, at any rate."
Skyfire blew air through his vents in a sigh. "They'll be... cute for a while. Shall we come back later, gentlemen?"
Cloud nodded gratefully as Spike smothered a laugh. "Let's."