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• Satellite 217-37 by AdAstraPerRidicula (YeetusMeetus)

  Fandoms: Transformers - All Media Types  

  • General Audiences
  • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
  • Multi
  • Work in Progress

  01 Dec 2024

  Tags

  • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
  • Jazz/Prowl (Transformers)
  • Firestar/Inferno/Red Alert (Transformers)
  • (neither are the focus but both are heavily implied)
  • Jazz (Transformers)
  • Prowl (Transformers)
  • Red Alert (Transformers)
  • (though he makes his appearance later)
  • set in the general g1-inspired continuity soup
  • Horror
  • Suspense
  • Mystery Elements
  • Humor
  • Some character exploration
  • Major Character Injury
  • slight body horror
  • BAMF Jazz (Transformers)
  • BAMF Prowl (Transformers)
  • These tags make the fic seem dark. It’s not THAT dark I promise
  • Author Blatantly Has A Favorite
  • (It’s red alert)
  • Mild Hurt/Comfort
  • Author Thought Too Much About Transformers Neuroscience and Psychology
  • A vignette from the middle of the war

  Summary

  “See? And you say I never do anything nice for you. Look at this: I’ve got us a nice, relaxing day off.”

  “Your definition of a day off is wandering an abandoned satellite?” Prowl asks dryly, not looking up from his data pad.

  “In our line of work? Yes,” Jazz hums, pulling their small loading ship into the satellite’s magnetic bay.

  ——————

   

  Or, Jazz and Prowl go to retrieve materials from a satellite that was abandoned early in the war.

   

  Why are the doors moving on their own? What is Prowl so on edge about? Why does Jazz keep poking around the terminals?

   

  And why does it feel like they aren’t alone?

  Language:

  English

  Words:

  7,217

  Chapters:

  3/5

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