Minerva was the first to get to Maccadam’s Old Oil House. She entered, waved to its namesake behind the bar, and quickly strode to the back and the small booth herself and Red Alert grabbed whenever the stars aligned so that the two of them were both in Iacon at the same time.
Otherwise, they sent messages regularly, with as much information given as they could between the needed censors. Minerva had learned about Rodimus Prime’s grievous encounter with Cosmic Rust through the datanet it had been so long since they had last had the chance to converse.
Minerva was greatly looking forward to today.
She didn’t have to wait long for Red Alert to arrive, the older femme also immediately heading for their favourite spot in the back, grabbing their usual drink orders along her way. She nodded a greeting and sat, throwing back half her drink the moment her aft touched the seat. “Have you-”
“Poor Rodimus is the talk of the town.”
Red Alert often sighed her displeasure, but one knew it was serious when she made no vocalizations at all. She stared into her drink a tick before speaking again. “Having Oil Slick’s own inventions turned against himself wouldn’t be good enough. I can’t believe something has gotten me wishing that Rodimus had only just shot himself in the aft again.”
Minerva sputtered over her own drink, a laugh shooting out of her tense body. The switch from horror to humour was common amongst medics, but it still caught her off guard so often. “Crisse, he did what now?”
Red Alert hummed around the lip of her cup. “He may be our team leader, but he also likes to compete with Hot Shot for being our team idiot. Hot Shot, by the way, pulled something in his aft racing lately.”
“See, ma cheri, you need to join me in switching back to working stationary here at the military hospital, and get back to totally normal injuries, like one of our new recruits who decided to try and change their optic colour, and used pieces from stage lighting to complete the job.”
“Please, do not let Rodimus hear about that one while he’s in recovery. Spare me that in the future.”
Minerva laughed again, finally remembering that her own drink existed, taking a drink before replying. “I’m sure he’d look dashing with yellow optics. I’ve heard that’s a trend in one of the colonies. But maybe I’ll tell him about how guards from Sentinel Prime’s little trip to Earth has brought back some new body mod ideas, like splitting one’s glossa.”
Red Alert set down her glass, her expression incredulous. “What is the point of that?”
“To look like an Earth creature. I’m sure Rodimus would try it too.”
Red Alert groaned. Minerva noticed though, that the ridiculous idea was calming the older medic. Truly, stupidity was a constant to fight against in their patients, and that was comforting in a way.
Her voice took a sing-song tone. “Your team is probably grounded for a bit anyways. Come back to the military hospitaaaal, the dumb recruits are waiting.”
Red Alert finished her drink, smiling again for the first time since Rodimus’ near brush with death. “I prefer to work on idiots I know. I’ll leave the extreme fun to you.”
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FILL: Team Transformers
Date: 2024-07-30 07:40 pm (UTC)Pairing: Red Alert/Minerva
WC: 553
Minerva was the first to get to Maccadam’s Old Oil House. She entered, waved to its namesake behind the bar, and quickly strode to the back and the small booth herself and Red Alert grabbed whenever the stars aligned so that the two of them were both in Iacon at the same time.
Otherwise, they sent messages regularly, with as much information given as they could between the needed censors. Minerva had learned about Rodimus Prime’s grievous encounter with Cosmic Rust through the datanet it had been so long since they had last had the chance to converse.
Minerva was greatly looking forward to today.
She didn’t have to wait long for Red Alert to arrive, the older femme also immediately heading for their favourite spot in the back, grabbing their usual drink orders along her way. She nodded a greeting and sat, throwing back half her drink the moment her aft touched the seat. “Have you-”
“Poor Rodimus is the talk of the town.”
Red Alert often sighed her displeasure, but one knew it was serious when she made no vocalizations at all. She stared into her drink a tick before speaking again. “Having Oil Slick’s own inventions turned against himself wouldn’t be good enough. I can’t believe something has gotten me wishing that Rodimus had only just shot himself in the aft again.”
Minerva sputtered over her own drink, a laugh shooting out of her tense body. The switch from horror to humour was common amongst medics, but it still caught her off guard so often. “Crisse, he did what now?”
Red Alert hummed around the lip of her cup. “He may be our team leader, but he also likes to compete with Hot Shot for being our team idiot. Hot Shot, by the way, pulled something in his aft racing lately.”
“See, ma cheri, you need to join me in switching back to working stationary here at the military hospital, and get back to totally normal injuries, like one of our new recruits who decided to try and change their optic colour, and used pieces from stage lighting to complete the job.”
“Please, do not let Rodimus hear about that one while he’s in recovery. Spare me that in the future.”
Minerva laughed again, finally remembering that her own drink existed, taking a drink before replying. “I’m sure he’d look dashing with yellow optics. I’ve heard that’s a trend in one of the colonies. But maybe I’ll tell him about how guards from Sentinel Prime’s little trip to Earth has brought back some new body mod ideas, like splitting one’s glossa.”
Red Alert set down her glass, her expression incredulous. “What is the point of that?”
“To look like an Earth creature. I’m sure Rodimus would try it too.”
Red Alert groaned. Minerva noticed though, that the ridiculous idea was calming the older medic. Truly, stupidity was a constant to fight against in their patients, and that was comforting in a way.
Her voice took a sing-song tone. “Your team is probably grounded for a bit anyways. Come back to the military hospitaaaal, the dumb recruits are waiting.”
Red Alert finished her drink, smiling again for the first time since Rodimus’ near brush with death. “I prefer to work on idiots I know. I’ll leave the extreme fun to you.”