Author's Notes: Welcome to our crazy existence alongside aliens – those organic "humans" on an earthen world. It's not Cybertron but it can be our home for now. These are drabbles. Drabbles are "an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length, although the term is often incorrectly used to indicate a short story of fewer than 1,000 words." These "drabbles" will be exactly one hundred words as a challenge. You can enjoy it as your smile for today, short and fun. This fic is rated T. Meaning suitable for teens, 13 years and older because of references to swearing and violence per fan fiction net guidelines. Reviews are love and tell me what you want to read more of.

Drabble 1

"We can do this the easy way," Ironhide began, rolling his arm cannons while aiming directly at Soundwave's cassette drones. "Seeing I caught ya sneaking in."

"Surrender right now?" Rumble guessed, glancing over at Ravage. Neither Decepticon wanted to face Megatron with a mission failure but he wasn't there. The black hulking weapon specialist was. And an Autobot brig meant medical treatment and fresh energon.

"You can. Or the really easy way," Ironhide smirked.

"Which is?"

"You move and I blow you away. No reports to fill out," Ironhide explained. Later he complained to Prime they always surrendered. Why him?

Drabble 2

"Simplify last year's expenses please," the human official began, tapping the large paper pile.

"Megatron attacked," Ironhide grunted. He needed recharge and Chromia to help clean down to his protoform, not be talking to a budget reviewer because the other Autobot Command officers were busy.

"And?"

"We block everything Megatron wants."

"Why?"

The aged mech paused, reigning in his temper. The longer the conversation, the longer the sand, leaked energon and fluids solidified in his gears.

"He is evil and we stop that."

"Didn't work on Cybertron. Tried posting a Decepticon free zone sign?"

"Did. Megatron blasted it. Line 114."

Drabble 3

"You could have been off lined engaging them without backup," Optimus counseled.

"Mission brief was intercepting parts delivery not Starscream and his trine," Ironhide challenged, his armor bent and charred as he reclined on the medical berth. "Offline I would be at peace."

::Not me:: Bumblebee sent, flashes of worry and fear mingled in his signal.

"Evil falls into the Pit, not the Well of Sparks," Optimus comforted. "You would be safe."

::Hah! Arcee would hunt me down being offlined! What if she finds out about this? :: Bumblebee.

"I just did," Arcee asserted from behind them.

::Oh pit:: Bumblebee

** updated and revised 01.08.2020