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[#133] Storyteller (Transformers Prime)
Theme Prompt: 133 - Storytelling
Title: Storyteller
Fandom: Transformers Prime
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 830
Summary: Optimus Prime has never considered himself much of a storyteller, but stories are an excellent distraction for bored and nervous children.
In the repurposed missile silo that formed the Jasper, Nevada Autobot base, the power flickered and died with a thunk, leaving the main room in near-darkness for a moment before a backup generator kicked in the emergency lights, main computer, and air conditioner. Optimus Prime adjusted his audials, instinctively checking the generator’s sound, and was pleased to find that it seemed to be running nicely. It had struggled in the early days, when the Autobots had first been adjusting to the silo; it was good to see it functioning exactly as Ratchet had designed it.
Certain other inhabitants of the base, however, did not seem to share his approval.
Miko dropped her game controller onto the couch with a groan. “Come on, right when I was winning? How come Ratchet’s computer gets emergency power but the TV doesn’t?”
“Because our base’s monitors and defense system are essential, and your entertainment is not,” Ratchet called from the computer console. “I’ll leave the reasons for that classification as an intellectual exercise that might keep you occupied for a while.”
“Ughhhhh.” Miko flopped over the back of the couch. Raf, at the other end of it, scooted away to avoid being hit by a flailing arm. “What are we supposed to do without power? Can we go outside?”
“Absolutely not,” Ratchet said, before Optimus could offer his opinion that it was unlikely to provide much entertainment, and was also likely unsafe.
Miko let out another dramatic groan and slumped down again. Optimus turned to look at the two humans. “I am sure the storm will not last long. The power should return shortly.”
“I don’t know,” Raf said, pulling his knees up onto the couch. “Sometimes it takes them a while, especially if you’re further out from town. It’s not as much of a priority out here.”
It did not take an expert on human customs and body language to guess that Raf was nervous, likely because of the storm. Sometimes it was easy to forget that despite his computer expertise, Rafael Esquivel was still a child.
“It was much the same in some parts of Cybertron,” Optimus said. “Our cities were not powered in the same way yours are, but storms sometimes caused their systems to fail as well.”
Raf pushed himself back into the corner of the couch and tilted his head back to look up at Optimus. “Did Cybertron get a lot of storms?”
“Some parts of the planet did.” Optimus moved to the side of the balcony. “Storms strong enough to knock out power systems were more common on the southern half of the planet, but not exclusive to it.”
“That sounds scary.” Raf shifted to keep pace with Optimus’s movement.
“It could be, at times, but rarely in the cities themselves.”
Miko groaned and tossed a pillow off the couch. “Power outages are the worst. There’s nothing to do, and you just have to sit around and wait until it comes back. Dear diary, today I died of boredom.”
“There are always things to do, but I will admit they are sometimes harder to find,” Optimus said. “I often spent my time reading. Perhaps you would enjoy it.”
“Reading? Like for school?” Miko made an exaggerated grimace, but Raf looked thoughtful.
“What kind of things were there to read on Cybertron?” he asked. “You guys don’t really talk much about that. Bumblebee told me there were games like the ones we play, but he didn’t mention books.”
Optimus considered that question carefully. It was true; they rarely spoke much about Cybertronian culture, at least with the children. He supposed he had assumed none of them would be interested. “They were not always popular, and they were not universally available, but yes, we had books. My interests lay more in history, mythology, and linguistics than in fiction, but I read those as well.”
Raf picked up the pillow Miko had tossed aside and curled around it. “Any good stories?”
“Many, though I do not know how many of them you would find interesting.” Optimus had never considered himself much of a storyteller, but perhaps the children would find a story a good distraction until the power returned. “Some of Cybertron’s legends might be to your liking, if you would like to hear one.”
Raf brightened. “Yes, please!”
Miko sighed and sprawled back across her end of the couch. “I guess it’s something to do. Make it exciting, though. Are there fights? Does anybody get ripped in half?”
Not for the first time, Optimus wondered what Miko’s definition of exciting truly involved, but decided not to comment. “I will endeavor to make it as…exciting…as possible.”
He considered which story to begin with, and decided that the classic story of Amalgamous Prime’s battle of wits with a great Predacon would be suitable for human children. Research told him that many human mythologies contained similar tales.
“Once,” he began, “there was a Predacon who blocked the only pass through the Manganese Mountains…”
Title: Storyteller
Fandom: Transformers Prime
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 830
Summary: Optimus Prime has never considered himself much of a storyteller, but stories are an excellent distraction for bored and nervous children.
In the repurposed missile silo that formed the Jasper, Nevada Autobot base, the power flickered and died with a thunk, leaving the main room in near-darkness for a moment before a backup generator kicked in the emergency lights, main computer, and air conditioner. Optimus Prime adjusted his audials, instinctively checking the generator’s sound, and was pleased to find that it seemed to be running nicely. It had struggled in the early days, when the Autobots had first been adjusting to the silo; it was good to see it functioning exactly as Ratchet had designed it.
Certain other inhabitants of the base, however, did not seem to share his approval.
Miko dropped her game controller onto the couch with a groan. “Come on, right when I was winning? How come Ratchet’s computer gets emergency power but the TV doesn’t?”
“Because our base’s monitors and defense system are essential, and your entertainment is not,” Ratchet called from the computer console. “I’ll leave the reasons for that classification as an intellectual exercise that might keep you occupied for a while.”
“Ughhhhh.” Miko flopped over the back of the couch. Raf, at the other end of it, scooted away to avoid being hit by a flailing arm. “What are we supposed to do without power? Can we go outside?”
“Absolutely not,” Ratchet said, before Optimus could offer his opinion that it was unlikely to provide much entertainment, and was also likely unsafe.
Miko let out another dramatic groan and slumped down again. Optimus turned to look at the two humans. “I am sure the storm will not last long. The power should return shortly.”
“I don’t know,” Raf said, pulling his knees up onto the couch. “Sometimes it takes them a while, especially if you’re further out from town. It’s not as much of a priority out here.”
It did not take an expert on human customs and body language to guess that Raf was nervous, likely because of the storm. Sometimes it was easy to forget that despite his computer expertise, Rafael Esquivel was still a child.
“It was much the same in some parts of Cybertron,” Optimus said. “Our cities were not powered in the same way yours are, but storms sometimes caused their systems to fail as well.”
Raf pushed himself back into the corner of the couch and tilted his head back to look up at Optimus. “Did Cybertron get a lot of storms?”
“Some parts of the planet did.” Optimus moved to the side of the balcony. “Storms strong enough to knock out power systems were more common on the southern half of the planet, but not exclusive to it.”
“That sounds scary.” Raf shifted to keep pace with Optimus’s movement.
“It could be, at times, but rarely in the cities themselves.”
Miko groaned and tossed a pillow off the couch. “Power outages are the worst. There’s nothing to do, and you just have to sit around and wait until it comes back. Dear diary, today I died of boredom.”
“There are always things to do, but I will admit they are sometimes harder to find,” Optimus said. “I often spent my time reading. Perhaps you would enjoy it.”
“Reading? Like for school?” Miko made an exaggerated grimace, but Raf looked thoughtful.
“What kind of things were there to read on Cybertron?” he asked. “You guys don’t really talk much about that. Bumblebee told me there were games like the ones we play, but he didn’t mention books.”
Optimus considered that question carefully. It was true; they rarely spoke much about Cybertronian culture, at least with the children. He supposed he had assumed none of them would be interested. “They were not always popular, and they were not universally available, but yes, we had books. My interests lay more in history, mythology, and linguistics than in fiction, but I read those as well.”
Raf picked up the pillow Miko had tossed aside and curled around it. “Any good stories?”
“Many, though I do not know how many of them you would find interesting.” Optimus had never considered himself much of a storyteller, but perhaps the children would find a story a good distraction until the power returned. “Some of Cybertron’s legends might be to your liking, if you would like to hear one.”
Raf brightened. “Yes, please!”
Miko sighed and sprawled back across her end of the couch. “I guess it’s something to do. Make it exciting, though. Are there fights? Does anybody get ripped in half?”
Not for the first time, Optimus wondered what Miko’s definition of exciting truly involved, but decided not to comment. “I will endeavor to make it as…exciting…as possible.”
He considered which story to begin with, and decided that the classic story of Amalgamous Prime’s battle of wits with a great Predacon would be suitable for human children. Research told him that many human mythologies contained similar tales.
“Once,” he began, “there was a Predacon who blocked the only pass through the Manganese Mountains…”
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