After several months, its finally ready! I'm happy to announce that I have completed my Big Bang fic (part of the CWA Universe) for the 2025 TF Big Bang, and with it, I have a snippet from Chapter 1 to share.
Big thanks to @ring-rong-rang-rung for BETA-ing my work and to @in-the-airducts for drawing the two pieces of artwork inspired by my fic. Hope y'all enjoy!
Summary:
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions…
When Officers Chromia of Caminus Caminus and Ironhide of Hydraxus Plateau Cybertron of the Iacon Police Department respond to a repeat domestic abuser call, they decide to take matters into their own hands and ensure she never hurts her family ever again.
If only covering it up was that simple. And if only they didn’t decide to drag their friend Detective Prowl of Petrex Cybertron into this mess…
CHAPTER 1 - PREMEDITATED OUTCOME:
Iacon, Cybertron was a peaceful city for the most part. Compared to its sister city Kaon, it was more controlled and less rowdy, but it didn’t stop crime from happening within its streets. Whenever that happened it was the duty of the Iacon Police Department to send officers to respond to a call; all with varying reasons and wildly varying outcomes. Within its sprawling and intertwining roads and tall buildings, there was a police van roaring across the street in the dead of night while heading over to a distressed caller. The reason for the call was grim, and if not for the responding officers the outcome would be graphic.
Both Ironhide and Chromia raced down the streets in their department issued black and white patrol van. Chromia took the wheel while Ironhide sat in the passenger’s seat typing away at a keyboard mounted to a datapad hooked up inside the vehicle; both held a steely gaze in their optics. Both wore belts containing their holster for their service pistol, a stun baton, two cans of irritant spray, several sets of cuffs, and a radio on top of their usual armor. A strap ran from the right side of the belt up to their left shoulder, and a radio mic was placed on the part of the strap that lay on the shoulder. The cable for the mic ran down the back to connect directly to the radio, tied to the strap itself with metal brackets. They said nothing while in the car, yet the bond in their sparks did all the talking that was needed.
This is the ninth, maybe tenth time we’ve had to go to the residence, Ironhide. And she still hasn’t pressed charges yet. It’s a tragedy. We tried everything and the poor girl still thinks she has to rely on that fragger. How many more calls do you think she’ll make?
At this rate, maybe one or two more before she gets pounded into gunmetal gray by that glitch of a girlfriend.
Poor kid’ll have to grow up with her if his carrier dies, assuming she doesn’t decide to kill him as well… A double murder is the last thing we want Chromia. And that kid’s the same age as our Arcee.
I already know ‘Hide. We all know she’ll escalate. She’s been escalating and it's gonna happen soon. Yeah, I know ‘Mia. And we’ll make sure it’ll never happen. Either she swings at us and goes away forever - or we do it ourselves. You’re right, it won’t. And because of us that femme and her sparkling will have a future.
The van continued to race across the highways until it hit a road that began to lead to a series of tall towers with windows, doors, and balconies. The only sound that could be heard by the two was the hum of the van engine, the muted venting of gas and air by the officers, and the sudden blurring of a staticy female voice coming through the radio.
“Dispatch to Officer Ironhide and Chromia - what is your status? Over.”
“We’re gettin’ close to the call. ETA is about 1 cycle.” Ironhide pressed down on a tab placed in a small metal box near his left shoulder, speaking into it while Chromia continued to drive.
“Copy. Caller is still barricaded in a closet with her son, the suspect is still kicking at the door. Caller has confirmed the door is locked.”
“Understood. We’ll handle the situation from here.” Chromia said, taking one servo off of the wheel to perform the same motion as her sparkmate. The conversation taking place between their bond still continued.
Like we discussed: grab the arms, make a struggle. Pin the wrists and shoulders so she can’t actually attack us. She “moves” an arm towards your gun or my gun…
And we then light the slagger up. Make sure it looks natural too.
The pair continued to drive to their location - with a far more devious purpose than what the Iacon Police Department had in mind. The repeat offender living in the apartment would face more than just the usual struggling against officers hauling her to jail. And those two cops in the van would make sure of that.
Don’t worry miss. We’re not dragging her to the station anytime soon…
You’re right - we won't. It’s not like anyone will look out for a scumbag that hurts her girlfriend and her child…
