SAFEHOUSE&BRAINHOLES

Little chat ahead: I found this on my old computer and I don't remember a thing about what kind of story I planned to write. Written in July 2018 so it must be during my thesis and brain damage could occur in many ways.

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Rodimus was trying to recall how many kings were left. He was leaning against the card table and frowning at all the remaining cards when the communicator beeped at his wrist. With only one peek, he rolled his optics and smacked his servo on the table, and had the communicator muted.
Drift stared him behind a hand of cards fanning out in front of him. “Mags?”
Rodimus picked up his glass of energon, sipping on the liquid floated with tiny condensing cubes, then chewed on the cubes without holding down a pleased yet unpleasant noise. “Who else? At this hour?” His digits then turned back to hovering above his cards, finally managed to make the decision. “A pair of tens.” He flipped them to the pile of cards at the center of the table as if they were a pair of darts. Then he regretted at the sight of Drift’s triumphant smile.
“A pair of kings!” Drift also darted his cards on top of the pile of card corpses.
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Chapter 7
声波正在努力适应红蜘蛛当前的重要地位。
“空军指挥官”已经够糟糕了，而“副司令”意味着这轻浮的小飞机如今已经正式篡夺了声波的职位。而且对把他放到这位置的那个人丝毫没有忠诚或尊重。非要说有什么好处，至少这意味着威震天终于与得手了，搞定了这个桀骜难驯的青丘小王子，这样他的工作效率就能恢复到往常一样了。
并没有。
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事后看来，威震天还是对红蜘蛛信任过头了。
“闹翻天！”追击者用破嗓子呼唤着他的小队友。“把我们传送过去。”
闹翻天在公共营地上，似乎正在享受着角斗场上一半斗士的集中注意力，被他这么一传唤，只好爬下某个巨型的机器人的大腿，闷闷不乐地走了过来。“我特么可不是出租车，明白吗。你们要去哪里？”
红蜘蛛咧开嘴，露出恶魔的笑容。威震天想知道是否要多虑一下他的神秘回答，“噢，和平常一样。”
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Chapter 3
声波没法让威震天远离追击者。除了看在友谊的面子上做的一点让步，他其实管不了他，威震天最终还是会按照自己的心意行事。但这并不意味着声波不能反过来让追击者离他远一点。
“润滑剂？！” 闹翻天读完他们的任务简报，很是困惑。“这样会错过一场比赛耶，就因为你叫我们去领一批医用润滑剂？”
除了闹翻天，他的队友脸上也写着同等的不满。
“确认。” 声波回答。“汽车人的执法人员已经追查到附近的省份。结论：派遣非战斗员太危险。”
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（译自The Seduction of Air Recruit Starscream by Spoon888，此处暂放初稿。）

Chapter 1

作为一名常胜的角斗士，威震天拥有海量的爱慕者。
年纪轻轻，他就见多了那些柔情蜜意倾吐衷肠的观众。他们扒在角斗场的护栏上，巴望着能索求到万人迷斗士的一吻。有些格外疯狂的粉丝甚至会设法钻进他的房间……然后爬上他的充电床。
有种受宠若惊的感觉，但也仅限于刚开始的时候。

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