Watched a bit more TFA while doing art assignments.
Lockdown x Police Drone Tech! Reader
Lockdown had hundreds of trophies from his various 'jobs'. Upgrades, helmets he'd found cool, weapons, a few photos.
He hadn't actually meant to bring you along with him. He thought you were different from the other organics, sure, but.. well. Just as tiny. A pawn, he had believed, for the police.
Sure, you were employed by the Detroit Police Department to service their drones and other technology..
But you didn't seem too upset when Lockdown had grabbed you as collateral against the Autobots.
"Too small to just set with the other trophies," he mumbled to himself, holding you gently in his servo. "Or to get strapped down on the berth.."
He watched you out of the corner of his optic, your own little eyes roaming across his trophy shelves.
He followed your gaze to a broken armament - a relic of a past battle with the Autobots.
"Busted weapon.. somethin' 'a one of those Cyber-Ninjas. The little speedster broke it in one of my last fights."
He held back a laugh. "If you're tryin' to escape, you'll have to do better than a busted holo-sword."
You rolled your eyes at him, and he couldn't help but smile. Oh, the character you were!
"I'm not trying to get away.. just want something to do. I'm sure it'll take a while for anyone to find me."
He shrugged, setting you down on the shelf. "Fine. Go nuts."
He hadn't been expecting to come back a few hours later to you snapping a panel back into place, the weapon looking almost good as new (save a few dents.. he was sure he could fix 'em later.)
You shrugged, fiddling with the connecting portion before the holo-sword materialized. "I was a drone tech. Good with finding problems and putting things back together."
"Was?" He sounded amused.
"Thought I was staying here for a while. Y'know, since nobody really cropped up."
He chuckled. "Well.. I'm sure I could use your help around here. Especially since more like that'll help." He nodded towards the now-functional weapon.
Prowl groaned quietly, rubbing his helm as he sat up. He jolted as he heard a familiar engine rumble, a warehouse falling away to reveal Lockdown's ship.
Attempting to stand or transform to vehicle mode both caused more pain than progress, and so he watched, solemnly, as the ship disappeared into the sky.
The chief was bound to be pissed that one of the department's assets had been kidnapped.
Lockdown walked into the ship, grinning as he tossed a barely-conscious bot onto one of the repurposed med berths.
"Lockdown! What happened?"
He presses a button, cables coming up to restrain his prisoner. "Autobot. Apparently the cons are looking for him."
You look down from your perch, surveying the blue and orange mech. "A data bot?"
"Better." He grinned. "A Prime."
I like this one. Might write more 🖤💚
