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10 March 2009 @ 09:50 am
Holding Out For A Hero - Bonus Scenes #1  

For the expanded version of Holding Out For a Hero I chose to focus very much on a few "key" events during Prowl's earliest vorns with Jazz and Mirage and the mechs of Special Operations.  My initial idea with the expansion was to take a look at key moments and their causes and explain how or why they helped "shape" Prowl into the adult he would become.  I think I did ok with that. 

However because I chose to stay with those very early vorns, I was left with small scenes and conversations set later in his life that I did not use.  Most of these "hit the paper" at a few hundred words originally.  As of now the smallest is exactly 90 words and the longest comes in at just over 3200. 

Anyway, there is no way I am writing the complete life and times of a mech who is at least 60 some thousand vorns (that's around 4.9 million [at least] earth years) old.  The human mind just does not comprehend such a number.  To us it’s just a number.  I have enough trouble thinking in terms of Cybertronian time frames when writing scenes set on Cybertron.  Think about it. Beings who have a nearly immortal lifespan (assuming they don't get themselves killed) probably think nothing of a party that lasts only 13 hours.

So, now that my rambling is done, if you would like to take a stroll through a few moments in Holding Out for a Hero Prowl’s life, here is the first of the “Bonus Scenes.”

Title: Holding Out For A Hero Bonus Scene #1- Youngling
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Jazz, Mirage, Youngling Prowl, Flex, various others - some canon some not. 
Universe: WW and G1 mix
Disclaimer: I, in no way, shape, or form, own the Transformers© franchise or the characters it contains. They belong to Has/Tak, No infringement intended.  Nor do I have any claim to the songs used.

Summary: Just what is involved in raising a youngling who just happens to have highly sophisticated logic processors and a super tactical computer in his head?

While on Cybertron, the units of time and distance are measured in Cybertronian units, as detailed below... it's a mix of IDW, DW and BW

Astrosecond : 0.498 Earth seconds
Nano-klik : 1 Earth second
Klik : 1.2 Earth minutes
Breem : 8.3 Earth minutes
Joor : About 6.5 Earth hours
Cycle: About 93 hours
Orn : About 13 Earth days
Deca-cycle : Approx. 3 weeks
Stellar-cycle : 7.5 months
Meta-cycle : 13 months
Vorn : About 83 Earth years

Hic : 1 kilometer
Vun : 1 hectometer
Mechanometer : 1 meter
Megamile : 1 mile


Sparkling stage 0 to 50 vorns. Earth Mental Comparison 0-10 years age.

Youngling stage 50 to 150 vorns. Earth Mental Comparison 11-22 years age.

Holding Out For A Hero - Part 1 
Holding Out for A Hero Part 2

HOFAH - Bonus Scene - Youngling

Summary: Just what is involved in raising a youngling who just happens to have highly sophisticated logic processors and a super tactical computer in his head?

“Captain, just what were you thinking allowing a youngling to run any type of battle simulation let alone a level two Special Op’s sim?”

Jazz stood at attention his optics focused on a section of wall beyond the left shoulder of the Primes newly appointed Third in Command. Prowl had been injured while running the simulation a joor before and had been rushed to Medical. It hadn’t been an overly bad injury; painful oh yes but Jazz knew of two previous sim incidences that had resulted in worse. This time however, the CMO Ratchet had not been in Medical, was still out in the field with a majority of the Army in fact, so a junior medic as unfamiliar with Prowl’s unique status as the new TIC was had done the repairs. And then promptly reported the incident to the Autobot Army’s newly appointed and new to Iacon Third in Command.

That Jazz -only a mere Captain - was the officer at fault as well as the highest ranked Op’s bot currently in base had rankled the Third a bit. It certainly wasn’t Jazz’s preference to be the highest ranked Op’s bot on base facing the Prime’s two deca-cycle new Third in Command but his last mission had turned to slag and he’d spent a full orn in Medical being put back together after struggling to make it to the rescue point. He was still on light duty so heading off as an auxiliary to the main army body to engage the Cons had been out of the question.

“Answer, I’m waiting for an answer.” Snapped the Third.

And I’m trying to figure out what to tell you. Why didn’t you read the report? The pit with it, I’ll just do this the direct way. “Sir, the youngling was in a level two simulation because he has already successfully passed all of the level ones.”

“Do not frag with me Captain. I’m sure that youngling hasn’t even had his first transformation yet.”

“No Sir, he’s probably got a good 30 vorns or so till that.” Though… he’s hit every other growth marker earlier than expected, I maybe should ask him about transforming. Though again I can’t imagine him not approaching me about it if his systems are ready. Or Raj or Hound or Ratchet or Flex or even the Commander. Jazz brought his attention back to the spot beyond the Thirds left shoulder.

“…youngling is even being raised on a military base during a war by Special Op’s mechs no less; I cannot begin to imagine. You don’t by chance have an answer for that one do you Captain? Because if this is just sentimentality for a lost comrade then other arrangements need to be made. Iacon does have youth centers. I cannot believe Prime has allowed this. No wonder we can’t make any progress against the Cons, we’re busy raising younglings.”

The Third paused here and Jazz decided he’d had enough. “Sir as I said, the youngling was running a Level Two Op’s Sim because he’s completed all the Level Ones. He is limited on the amount of level twos he can run without the ability to transform. He’s running Op’s sims because he completed all of the level ones and twos for regular army recruits 18 vorns into his youngling stage. And he can’t do regular level threes until he can transform. He is destined for Tactical, but I’m not letting him have any of those sims because I know he’ll get those when he actually begins tactical training in another fifty or sixty vorns. He already carries a sharpshooter qualification from the Weapons-Master and it is common knowledge amongst the Command Staff here that he may actually achieve Mastery in both Circuit-SU and Diffusion before the end of his youngling stage, again, in fifty or sixty vorns. Finding stuff to keep Prowl entertained and engaged is a bit of a challenge. Besides the sims have a medical purpose in helping him to overcome a processor glitch. Now if you think you can do any better at entertaining him you are welcome to give it a try. I as one of his Guardians give you permission and I am sure Captain Mirage his other Guardian will give you permission as well.”

The Third glared daggers “I warned you Captain. You Op’s mechs are not better than the rest of us and you will be made to follow the rules. Now you can think about your attitude regarding this entire situation in the brig. You’ll stand for inquiry when the rest of the Command returns. You may escort yourself to the brig. Dismissed.”

Jazz smirked at the Third before turning and exiting the office. We are better than you, we carry out the dirty unmentioned part of war. He was going to enjoy receiving the apology he knew would be coming once Prime returned because it certainly wasn’t his fault that the new Third had failed to read up on his new post. There was a full document on Prowl, updated every Mega-cycle and Jazz knew Prime’s new Third had been provided with it. Jazz hummed as he headed off to the brig.


It was a very upset youngling who stormed into the Autobot Third’s office. However there were only six or seven mechs familiar enough with Prowl who would have noticed the rolling emotions beneath the calm façade he presented to the world at large. To any others he appeared to be his usual apparently well mannered self, with the exception that he had failed to knock before entering the office. Instead he had banged the door jamb with a fist as he passed through to insure the mech inside would be looking up. Oh, and he had not waited to be addressed but had immediately accused the occupant of the office of making a mistake.

“With all due respect Sir, you are in error. And it would be best for all of us involved if you release Captain Jazz from the brig at once.”

The Autobots new Third in Command stared at the youngling in front of him in irritation at the rude behavior and the accusation.” And just how did a youngling gain access to the level the command offices were on anyway? “Excuse me?”

“You Sir are in error. My designation is Prowl, and if you had performed your job as expected of the Autobot Third in Command you would already have read the file on me that was given to you when you assumed your new posting. As you have assigned my Guardian to the brig for the next two cycles in response to my participation in the sim that resulted in my recent trip to Medical, the only logical conclusion I can draw is that you failed to read my file. This failure on your part has of course resulted in the error I mentioned. As of now you owe Captain Jazz an apology. You actually owe me one as well, but I’m willing to let that slide so you may have some extra time to catch up on the reading you have obviously failed to do during your first orn   here. The most expedient way to correct the problem we have is for you to contact the brig and have the Captain released immediately.  You can then meet with him in private and apologize before the rest of the High Command return from the engagement near the Veshar Plains.” After a calculated pause so it would appear to be an afterthought Prowl added, “Unless of course you prefer to offer him a public apology?”

“You are quite a precocious thing aren’t you? Who wrote that speech up?”

“Sir, with all due respect, do not talk down to me. And you yourself just used the word precocious to describe me. By definition that is one who is developed or mature, especially mentally, at an unusually early age, or showing advanced development. And while that is in fact a very apt word to use in regards to me, I wonder if you meant to use a word more along the lines of ‘talented’ instead. Since a talented youngling would most likely need someone to write them a speech which given time to practice they could deliver to you impressively enough. I however do not need anyone to write in advance what I wish to say. And I am confident I can debate you on that matter for however long I need to.”

“Prowl you said?”


“Captain Jazz of Special Operations is your Guardian?

“Correct, he is one of my two official Guardians.”

“Very well, I can afford to humor you this time. I’ll locate the file. If what I read supports what you and he have told me I will release him and apologize. You’re dismissed, but Primus help you if this is one big prank.” The Third growled.

Prowl’s optics dimmed in a glare. Precocious he might me, but he was still a youngling and he wasn’t above back talking or in this case issuing threats he knew he could follow thru on. “No Sir, Primus help you if you don’t correct this mistake in the next quarter joor.”


“So ya want ta talk about it?”

Prowl glanced at Flex as he continued to clean the rifle he had in his lap. This turn at weapons cleaning was suppose to be a punishment. Flex had turned it into a routine trip to the weapons range. That Prowl had been assigned to weapons cleaning with Flex as punishment for his strike against the Autobots new TIC was a subtle nod of approval for the move as well as a warning by the Special Op’s Commander not to do it again. Prowl couldn’t swear he wouldn’t prank the Autobot TIC again and not be lying though.

“He deserved it. None of this would have happened if he had bothered to read the information I gathered for Prime’s report. And it’s not like I meant to lock up and have a wing blasted off in the sim. I mean, that’s why I’m allowed to run the sims right? To overcome this glitch.”

“That’s one of the reasons you’re allowed to run the sims yes. Just what report did the Prime assign you?”

Prowl brightened, his tone excited. “The one that essentially says ‘You Are Now the TIC of the entire Autobot Army. He’s some things you should know about your new post.’ And I did not spend a complete cycle pestering Ratchet to make sure my file was completely up to date so the new TIC could ignore it when I included it in the report for Prime.”

“So that’s why you were in the Command Center so much three deca-cycles ago? I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Why?” and there was true puzzlement in Prowls tone. He’d been excited to be trusted with an adult responsibility, even if Primes Second had been monitoring him and ultimately reorganized the report. Prowl had still been the one to gather most of the information.   “It was very interesting. I learned a few things I hadn’t known before.”

“Mmmm. Make sure you keep those things to yourself.”

“Of course.” Prow looked surprised that Flex thought he needed to be reminded. “I know better than to blab. You think I’ve learned nothing from Special Op’s?”

“Oh, you’ve learned plenty. It’s not every mech half way through his youngling stage who can hack locks, write malicious coding into computers or judge a blast radius for more than a dozen different explosive charges. Not to mention that cocky smart aft attitude.”

“Am I really a cocky smart aft youngling?” Prowl asked with concern coloring his voice.

“No… you’re not.” Flex shook his head then smiled.  “No more than any other youngling your age at any rate. You just have a lot more skills to back up the attitude when you bring it into play. We forget your age sometimes.  You’re going to do well in Tactical.”

“I don’t want to go to Tactical. I want to stay with Op’s.”

“Mmmm. Plenty of vorns left to figure that one out.” Flex knew though, that while it had not yet been mentioned, Prowl would never be allowed an Op’s field position. The sparkling glitch with his processors had not vanished as predicted. Instead it had mutated somewhat. As a sparkling the long convoluted explanation of what caused the glitch could be condensed down to the simple explanation that what the sparkling Prowl was seeing was beyond a sparklings comprehension level and caused the sparkling to freeze when he could not understand the advanced data he was receiving from his processor. 

Now though, within the last vorn especially, it had been noticed that Prowl had trouble dealing with what his processors interpreted as illogical even if it should have been well within his comprehension level. This logic/illogic problem was probably a gift from ol’ one eyed himself seeing as how Shockwave was very much a bot of cold logic, pure and simple. Oh and ego, mustn’t forget the giant purple ones ego. What this meant for Prowl though was while he rarely froze or crashed anymore - though that still happened from time to time as the recent incident in the sim showed - he could lose focus on the here and now as his processors sought to find a logical meaning in whatever they had become held up on. Something as simple as a presupposition could be enough to sidetrack the youngling’s processor. 

Yet as an interesting side note, when it came to planning a prank, no matter how illogical a step might seem or actually be, as long as it somehow fit into the overall equation, no matter how slim the connection, Prowl never had a problem with it. The battle computer apparently overrode the logic processors if it liked the odds.   Still, none of the mechs who had raised Prowl - and Flex included himself in that special group - would ever allow Prowl in the field as Op’s with such a potential risk. 

“There’s a lot more room for advancement in the Tactical Corps than in Op’s. We’re all ruffians here you know. We may have raised you, but you’re going to be way to proper for the likes of us.” And Flex smiled at Prowl before turning back to the shoulder launcher he was cleaning. As he’d told Prowl, plenty of vorns left to figure it out. Though it wouldn’t surprise Flex if Prowl already knew he had no chance with Op’s. The younglings growing talent with and love of numbers probably gave Prowl the ability to run the calculations himself; and in his own head. Given the facts there was no way the odds would calculate favorably enough for Prowl’s survival in the field.

They had worked in companionable silence for a few more breems when Flex chuckled quietly to himself. Flex had been given Prowl’s punishment detail by the Op’s Commander because the Commander knew this was exactly how Flex would handle the assignment. He’d take Prowl to the weapons range to blow off excess energy first before cleaning weapons thereby making the cleaning not so much a punishment as just another familiar routine task; enjoyable for both mechs. And of course allow Prowl the opportunity to talk about everything to a non-judgemental friend. Of course the TIC would probably glitch himself if he knew this was the assignment the Commander had handed down for the youngling’s punishment. A youngling cleaning weapons was probably on the ‘no, no’ list of the Third. Oh well, might be rid of him that much sooner if he crashes. 

For better or worse, the veteran Op’s mech had seen nothing wrong when Prowl had carried out his threat to the Army’s new Third.  The mech was proving to be an aft anyway and he’d only been here two deca-cycles. And the prank had been pretty mild considering what Flex and the rest of Op’s knew Prowl was capable of. Breaking into the Thirds office and rigging the computer to appear as though it was permanently locked up every time it was turned on as well as gluing every movable small object in the office to the ceiling had certainly been mild. The Aft should be thankful he’d not kept Jazz in the brig for more than a joor beyond the quarter joor Prowl had allowed or his office might have been unusable for a few cycles giving the assortment of items Prowl could gain access to and the creativity the youngling could bring into play when it came to pranks. 

Flex realized the future might be highly entertaining for a few mega-cycles at the very least, maybe even a full vorn if this new Third decided to carry a grudge and didn’t get himself deactivated in battle. And that was the read Flex had on the mech, a grudge carrier. Flex chuckled louder earning a curious look from Prowl. Yes he’d have to see what odd’s Smokescreen was willing to give on Prowl vs. the new Third-In-Command. It was going to be interesting.

HOFAH - Bonus Scenes #2 - Youngling 2 

ante lucem: Squee - Picardante_luce on March 10th, 2009 05:16 pm (UTC)
*gigglefits* Have I told you how much I love this 'verse? *eagerly awaits more*
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on March 11th, 2009 12:49 am (UTC)
Thank you. This was actually a fun verse to write in.
mmousemmouse15 on March 10th, 2009 06:42 pm (UTC)
That is so wonderful! I love how Prowl chewed out the aft-head Third, and his prank was wonderful! Special Ops takes care of their own, and so the 'punishment' that Prowl received was perfect. I really enjoyed this story.

Hey, little glimpses like these are a great idea - you get to see Prowl's development without having to plot up a huge story, and we get the very great fun of more of this 'verse of yours. Seems like a win/win situation to me!
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on March 11th, 2009 12:50 am (UTC)
Thank you.
kirin_saga: Cheerskirin_saga on March 10th, 2009 08:29 pm (UTC)
Prowl the prankster! *LOVES* And that TIC hates to admit he's wrong, doesn't he?
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on March 11th, 2009 12:51 am (UTC)
That TIC is really an Aft. Very full of himself.

Thanks for reading.
Potential Incarnatesilveriss on March 11th, 2009 02:05 am (UTC)
I loved reading this. You've got such a vibrant take on Prowl and it's really refreshing. I can't wait to read more. ^^
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on March 11th, 2009 04:00 pm (UTC)
It's much easier when you are going AU.

Thank you.
Potential Incarnatesilveriss on March 12th, 2009 12:38 am (UTC)
I can understand that. I've been working with quite a few AU stories. I generally don't do canon...
Laura Cooklaratron on March 11th, 2009 03:17 am (UTC)
I have to say Prowl is definately an eloquent speaker. I definately loved how he backed up his threat with action. 'Twas awesome!
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on March 11th, 2009 04:01 pm (UTC)
A youngling genius.

Thank you.
bookworm_faithbookworm_faith on March 11th, 2009 10:04 am (UTC)
*cheers for Prowl*
cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on March 11th, 2009 04:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
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cmdrtekkcmdrtekk on March 30th, 2009 04:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you.