Yup! Feel free to keep prompting until I get bored and close the challenge^^
Note: this all takes place in a sort of modified G1 cartoon!verse, except instead of millions of years, they crashed only about two thousand years ago. ---
Bumblebee was beyond ecstatic with all the new arrivals from Cybertron- specifically with the new special ops mech. He had met Relay a couple times before Ark had left on its fateful mission, but he recalled the red infiltrator as being good humored and easy to talk to. Now that he was on Earth with the bulk of the Autobot Special Ops, Bumblebee had been learning a lot what had been happening on their homeplanet as well as some new sneaking tricks. And best of all?
Bumblebee threw his arms wide, face an expression of utter elation, "You're younger than me!" The rest of the company at their table erupted into laughter, even Mirage couldn't help a little smile on his lips at that.
"Well, technically yes."
Relay's little shrug and grin made the minibot quirk an optic ridge. "What do you mean 'technically'?"
Spreading his hands in a 'don't shoot the messenger' kind of way, Relay said, "I may be a couple centuries younger, but you were in a comatose state for far longer. So, in terms of experience and active time, you'd still be the youngest."
That got even more laughter. "Aw, Bee!" Blaster chortled, slapping the minibot on the shoulder, "You were so close!"
"Being young isn't so bad," Hound said, attempting to be placating even as his grin curled over his faceplates.
"Argh!" Bumblebee waved his arms about, "That doesn't count at all! He's younger! End of story! Go coddle him!"
"I dunno, Bee, that's a pretty heavy order," the Jeep chided, watching how Relay merely observed the proceedings with a soft curl to his lips, head resting on the palm of one hand. "He's pretty mature for his age."
A petulant scowl (pout) was his reply. "And you're saying I'm not?"
"What about the two combiner teams?"
Everyone looked at Relay, as perfectly innocent as ever, as if he said something none of them had ever considered before. "They are the youngest, aren't they? After all, they were created after you reactivated here on Earth."
Optics made contact with each other over Bumblebee's head and said 'uh-oh'. Bumblebee scowled darkly (no pout about this one). "That," he groused, "is a very good question..."
"Hey now, Bee..."
"The Dinobots as well," Relay continued thoughtfully, "they certainly have a limited maturity. Though I suppose, they being as large and powerful as they are, there's no real concern over them. They're certainly capable of taking care of themselves."
"W-Well-"
"You think I can't take care of myself??"
The larger mechs fumbled for words, trying to defend themselves against an irate Bumblebee. Relay continued to watch them, head still in his hand, edges of his lips still slightly curled upward. The only thing that had changed was a gleam in his optics.
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Relay - young
Date: 2009-07-06 08:47 am (UTC)Note: this all takes place in a sort of modified G1 cartoon!verse, except instead of millions of years, they crashed only about two thousand years ago.
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Bumblebee was beyond ecstatic with all the new arrivals from Cybertron- specifically with the new special ops mech. He had met Relay a couple times before Ark had left on its fateful mission, but he recalled the red infiltrator as being good humored and easy to talk to. Now that he was on Earth with the bulk of the Autobot Special Ops, Bumblebee had been learning a lot what had been happening on their homeplanet as well as some new sneaking tricks. And best of all?
Bumblebee threw his arms wide, face an expression of utter elation, "You're younger than me!" The rest of the company at their table erupted into laughter, even Mirage couldn't help a little smile on his lips at that.
"Well, technically yes."
Relay's little shrug and grin made the minibot quirk an optic ridge. "What do you mean 'technically'?"
Spreading his hands in a 'don't shoot the messenger' kind of way, Relay said, "I may be a couple centuries younger, but you were in a comatose state for far longer. So, in terms of experience and active time, you'd still be the youngest."
That got even more laughter. "Aw, Bee!" Blaster chortled, slapping the minibot on the shoulder, "You were so close!"
"Being young isn't so bad," Hound said, attempting to be placating even as his grin curled over his faceplates.
"Argh!" Bumblebee waved his arms about, "That doesn't count at all! He's younger! End of story! Go coddle him!"
"I dunno, Bee, that's a pretty heavy order," the Jeep chided, watching how Relay merely observed the proceedings with a soft curl to his lips, head resting on the palm of one hand. "He's pretty mature for his age."
A petulant scowl (pout) was his reply. "And you're saying I'm not?"
"What about the two combiner teams?"
Everyone looked at Relay, as perfectly innocent as ever, as if he said something none of them had ever considered before. "They are the youngest, aren't they? After all, they were created after you reactivated here on Earth."
Optics made contact with each other over Bumblebee's head and said 'uh-oh'. Bumblebee scowled darkly (no pout about this one). "That," he groused, "is a very good question..."
"Hey now, Bee..."
"The Dinobots as well," Relay continued thoughtfully, "they certainly have a limited maturity. Though I suppose, they being as large and powerful as they are, there's no real concern over them. They're certainly capable of taking care of themselves."
"W-Well-"
"You think I can't take care of myself??"
The larger mechs fumbled for words, trying to defend themselves against an irate Bumblebee. Relay continued to watch them, head still in his hand, edges of his lips still slightly curled upward. The only thing that had changed was a gleam in his optics.
Mature? Yeah, provided no one looked hard enough.