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✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

“What the fuck.” Whoa, Earth swears. “You trying to start something?” Eject immediately stood, blocking Cerebros’ path. Now...Eject already knew that Cerebros didn’t want to actually start anything...

He just liked hassling him. The reasons varied depending on who you asked, but no one knew why Eject did what he did. Maybe even Eject didn’t know.

#cerebrosurgeon #|Cerebros|#{by some miracle. i exist}

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After going limp under Fort Max’s hands, Eject was sustained long enough for Brainstorm and Arcana to stabilise him. Satisfied with this development, Chromedome and Stylor sped off in search of the Protectobots.

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Nestled deep in the corridors of Battleship Maximus lay the medical ward. When Eject awoke he was lain out on a recharge slab, Cerebros - piloting his Fortress transtector - was sat cross-legged on the slab beside his, reviewing the mounted screen between them displaying more in-depth diagnostics. Only half of it made any sense to him (the half having been explained by Brainstorm), while he skimmed all the information provided, pleased by what he understood.

“Anytime, you’re easy to shout at,” Cerebros stated, still unaccustomed to patching his voice through Fortress’s vocoder. He looked over at the cassette and examined him visually, prepared to react should he move too swiftly. “Your welds need to settle. Fortress Maximus says he’s sorry. How you feelin’?”

Eject hated this scenario. He hated the fact that he’d definitely need rest and everyone would now tell him to take it easy when he didn’t WANT to take it easy. But the internalized frustration would stay that way for now.

Slowly he managed to tilt his head to actually face the mech. Even he could admit to himself that he was in no state to really move. “I feel like scrap metal. How long have I been out.” He didn’t suspect it had been too long given the fact that apparently his welds still needed to settle.

#cerebrosurgeon #|Cerebros|

ask-smokescreen:can I come to Luna-1 for the sports

>I'm always happy to have someone come to Luna-1 for sports.<

#ask-smokescreen #|smokescreen|

>Come to Luna-1. We have Fort Max.<

#[halftime report]

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@ejectionaffection

This is fantastic!

Grim had no idea who they were chasing. Grim had no idea why they were chasing them. Why did they chase anything? Because… Well, because someone had made it what they liked to do when they’d been created, but more than that, it was just really really fun.

Sure, all they were technically doing was ominously following their target high in the sky, but from the perspective of their vaguely doggish holoform, it was all speed and excitement and adrenaline.

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Of all the stupid, shitty situations Eject found himself in, this was the one he hated the most so far. Somehow separated from Blaster and his brother and his fellow cassettes long enough to be chased by some lunatic! Somehow through a messy...thick area of some woods. Damn these Earth bases and their weirdly isolated locations.

Of course this was all apart of the plan. Lure out this weird mech out, and he knew it was a mech because dogs don’t look like that and Eject had been on Earth long enough to learn that much, at least through dog shows. Those things got TENSE.

But this wasn’t the time for that...Eject finally stumbled into a clearing, whipping around and firing off shots from a blaster (you never know!) at the weird dog.

#|grim|#predatorplane #[JUST TO CLARIFY...he thinks the dog holoform is the mech body]

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Hardly taking note of Hardhead’s exit - Chromedome remained, unwilling to leave should something happen, quietly talking to Blaster - Max carefully kept a hand over the seeping wound, stemming the flow of energon as best he could. Dwarfing him easily, he slid his other hand under Eject’s front to prop him up, Max’s hold allowing him to apply pressure without shoving him into the ground. The fussing didn’t shake him off, while it would normally take a great exertion of force to contain him, even from the lead Headmaster.

Normally content to remain within their personal communications, Cerebros suggested his bond let him handle the talking. He was anxious, a finial twitching, but Max was reluctant to deny one of his rare requests. Again, Cerebros seized control of their vocaliser, the sheer volume shift causing Rewind to audibly jump. “Three severed fuel lines, exposed circuitry, two snapped cables I can /see/ through the leak, shattered supply reel,” the report was matter-of-fact, Fortress’ tone no less firm than during his previous order.

“Don’t fight me, Eject,” swinging back against Cerebros on their hinges, Max flattened the butterfly-esque kibble back, uncomfortable. He wasn’t accustomed to being direct, himself. “Take your anger out later, when I can’t see your tape guide.”

The anger only boiled quicker as he got the report. One shot did all of that? That was pathetic. He felt pathetic. He made an attempt to look around; it only registered that Rewind had been with him. Was he okay? He had to be fine, if he wasn't, Eject was fully prepared to hunt down those cons as he was and drown them in his own energon. His attempts only seemed to invite the headmaster to assert his authority.

"Fine." Was the only response he could manage to choke out before his systems knocked him out properly.

The next time Eject woke up was in the medbay. He groaned as his vision came online, everything starting up slowly. His HUD gave some preliminary report stating he was stable. As far as HUDs went, his was simple, to the point. He never bothered to get it upgraded, nor did he see a need TO get it upgraded.

Even with the light static that now covered his vision, Eject could tell that the massive mech who had been helping him after he initially got hurt was sitting beside him. The memories slowly clicked into place; being shot, Fort Max yelling at him, blacking out. It all felt like it happened within a second.

“Thanks.”

#|Fort Max|#|Cerebros|#cerebrosurgeon #Long post #{I love young max sm}

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“This is a bad idea. I hate it. No.” Eject was strong, he wasn’t fast. He was barely the size of Max’s calves.

“Don’t be a twink, Eject. Ride a beastformer.”

“Okay. Just because my frame is small doesn’t mean I’m a twink. Also...Hm. I could bribe Digit...”

And so he did.

#|sparkplug|#defectiicon #{the issue isnt that he cant the issue is most beastformers dont quite feel easy around him}

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“Bait for what???”

“For Max.”

“This is a bad idea. I hate it. No.” Eject was strong, he wasn’t fast. He was barely the size of Max’s calves.

#|sparkplug|#defectiicon #{Oh stormy you fool.}

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“You have to do it. He’s mad at me.”

“You could come and be bait.”

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“Bait for what???”

#|sparkplug|#defectiicon #{OH like FOR SURE.}

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“I can’t believe he won’t come throw rocks.”

“What a square.”

“I guess we have to go drag him down now.”

“You have to do it. He’s mad at me.”

#|sparkplug|#defectiicon #{his wily punk kids. they argue over who the disappointment in the family is.}#{its neither of them bc max claims hed never think of them like that but they insist}

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“What is he saying.”

“He’s saying he doesn’t want to throw rocks. It’s very disheartening.”

::COME ON, WE WANT ROCK THROWING.::

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“Ugh. Weak.” Eject shaked his head. “No fun allowed on Luna-1.”

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“I can’t believe he won’t come throw rocks.”

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“What a square.”

#|sparkplug|#defectiicon #{yes.}

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ejectionaffection‌:

“What is he saying.”

“He’s saying he doesn’t want to throw rocks. It’s very disheartening.”

::COME ON, WE WANT ROCK THROWING.::

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“Ugh. Weak.” Eject shaked his head. “No fun allowed on Luna-1.”

#|sparkplug|#defectiicon #{Ejecting Sparks? Something horribly cheesy?}

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“Let’s go ask.”

“He’s mad at me because I somehow hit Cerebros so you talk to him.” Eject nodded his head like he said something profoundly wise.

“Okay.” ::DAD CAN YOU COME THROW A ROCK.::

“What is he saying.”

#|sparkplug|#defectiicon #{the cassetticon and the seeker}#{this is too weak i need something stronger}

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“Hm. That’s pretty good.” Eject gave an approving nod. “I don’t think either of us can throw a rock into orbit from the surface of the moon. I bet Fort Max could.”

“Let’s go ask.”

“He’s mad at me because I somehow hit Cerebros so you talk to him.” Eject nodded his head like he said something profoundly wise.

#|sparkplug|#defectiicon #{WE CAN DO THIS..we can think of a good one}

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“How– nevermind.” This wasn’t something he’d succeed in convincing her of his point. “Okay. Throw it.” He got the main point.

Good job Eject. She spun in a circle for a moment, before finally releasing the rock to be lobbed at high speeds. “Well?”

“Hm. That’s pretty good.” Eject gave an approving nod. “I don’t think either of us can throw a rock into orbit from the surface of the moon. I bet Fort Max could.”

#|sparkplug|#defectiicon #{yes! i cant think of a clever name}

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“No it’s not.” It definitely was. “It’s a rock.”

“Sparkplug. It is a rock. But it’s not the one you threw.”

“That’s fine, it’s still a rock.” So it’s throwable.

“How-- nevermind.” This wasn’t something he’d succeed in convincing her of his point. “Okay. Throw it.” He got the main point.

#|sparkplug|#defectiicon #{i cant wait for these two to have a sitcom}

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👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar 〈Bolt; he pulls Eject *up* or reversed〉

Eject did NOT like being lifted off the ground. He kicked his little legs as Bolt lifted him up. How could it come to this? Sure Eject was being himself, snarky and annoying, but that’s how he was with EVERYONE! Why was this any different. What did he say that even caused this.

“Put me down Bolt. Before I break your arms.”

cerebrosurgeon

Tall enough to require leaning to snatch the cassette up, Bolt hooked his hands under his shoulder kibble and pulled him close enough to loom over. Gold optics dim, he scowled down at Eject, fans winding down to a quiet hum - It was rare he was angry enough to act on it, more inclined towards removing himself. This, on the contrary, was the opposite of a situation he wanted to avoid.

“You, Eject,” Bolt stated, voice quiet and low. His anger simmered quietly, armour plates shifting along his lower legs and back. On standby, Brace observed warily, still holding a handful of magnetic, microlattice darts. “Are a disgraceful cheat.”

It was a trial to refrain from audibly growling as he grasped Eject more firmly and yanked him up, closer to his face. The beastformer only grew more quiet.

“Rule number one: Dart tag is a non-contact sport.”

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Eject wasn’t a mech easily intimidated and this wasn’t an exception to that rule. Bolt could’ve been as tall as Fortress Maximus with the killer intent of any of Megatron’s lapdogs and Eject wouldn’t be intimidated by him.

Despite his visor, Eject still rolled his optics behind it. He was sure Bolt was being up in his face enough to tell he was doing so. He was banking on it.

“I am NOT a cheat Bolt.” Eject was snarling as he spoke, his relatively small hands clenched into fists. He felt how the cables and joints strained but ignored the fact that they were, like he always did. “It isn’t my FAULT some mechs can’t handle getting a little intense.”

“Now...like I said.” A hand of his own moved to Bolt’s wrist as he grabbed on tightly. “Put. Me. Down.”

#|bolt|#cerebrosurgeon #{Wahoo tension over a dart tag game}

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