Author's Note: First time giving Transformers fanfic a try......This is pretty much mixed movieverse and G1, and then just some spices of my own cracked up world thrown in......I've roleplayed Transformers for awhile, and this has been nagging at me....So hopefully it's not too bad.... Please don't throw tomatoes...They leave stains...

Throw Cucumbers instead. ^_^

But seriously....Without further ado, I give you the first unbearably short chapter of The Simplest of Things.

Planet Designation: P03F

Brief info: P03F is a solid rock based planet, small pockets of vegetation and thick forest scattered around in pockets in the lowlands.

Autobots assigned: Prowl; Tactician, Ironhide; Combatant

Mission Purpose: Locate the Decepticon Outpost on the southern continent, in the vicinity of the western forests.

"Any signs at all yet?" Prowl voiced from a ridge atop one of the actual rock parts of this forsaken planet…The Weapons Specialist stood about twenty yards off, making a very noticeable point to stand at a higher elevation that the tactician, turning only to verbally respond to the tactician with a grunt.

"If I saw anything, then I'd been shooting, wouldn't I?"

"Just checking….You never know. You might have decided to pursue a tactical plan of attack for once.

Ironhide snorted, before turning to face the north once again. Unsure for the moment of what the other had paused to look at, Prowl continued up the reddish slop, before pausing next to the slightly taller mech. Below them, the barren, rocky landscape had given way to a lush, overgrown pocket of vegetation. Prowl could barely restrain his faceplates from contorting into a grin as he heard the black mech next to him grumble in annoyance.

"Slaggin' vegetation……..That's gonna clog the gyros…."

An amused tone to his voice, Prowl felt the need to respond.

"Hm….Just think of the water required to grow such organic materials to that size…."

"……..Remind me again why we're here. And more important, why Prime sent you along with me…"

Prowl watched as vapors and mists swirled up and around in the atmosphere around them, his optics staying locked on the oasis as he pondered whether this was rhetorical or not. A few seconds later, he answered, albeit with a slight mocking tone to his voice.

"…..If your hard drives are really that defective, I'd be only too happy to remind you. We are here, Ironhide, because the Decepticons have an outpost somewhere in this region. I was sent along for a few reasons. One, to make sure you don't go up in front of forty 'Cons and get your head blown to little bits. Two, because thinking tactically and reasonably is a good idea for this mission. And three, because if you do need to take on forty 'Cons at once, someone needs to be there to bail your aft out of the fire."

Ironhide snorted , steam billowing out with a low hiss, and began walking down the rocky slopes to the rainforest below, sending rocks tumbling and dust billowing as his large feet trampled forward.

"One, forty 'Cons wouldn't even provide that much of a threat, Prowl. That little amount wouldn't even count as a warm up. Two, thinking isn't going to save me in a fight. Shooting is. And three, which I might add is the most important one, it'll be me pulling your aft out of the fire, lightweight.

Prowl followed Ironhide down the slop, his own footfalls more carefully placed than the bulkier mech's in front of him, didn't send up half the dirt and dust the other was as they continued towards the bountiful pocket of rainforest like environment. Just before they reached the trees, Prowl spoke up again feeling the mood darken and trying to keep the good humor going.

'If you have to pull my aft out of the fire, it'll be because you threw it in there in the first place…"

This attempt to lighted the mood however, was lost as Ironhide's left foot sunk into the spongier ground of this low-lying pocket, then his right.

'If I have to throw your aft into the fire, it's because you're too much of a coward to get in there yourself…..Now….Shut. Up."

Prowl was only too happy to oblige as his own metallic feet began slogging through the undergrowth.

Author's Continued Ramblings:

Also~ Me and some friends were discussing the AWESOMENESS of the movieverse Ironhide.....And we couldn't help but notice....Ironhide has a cool accent....

Now, we know he's supposed to sound badass, but other than that, what would his speech patterns be qualified as? I've heard it's supposed to be an old form of new colony English.....But I'm not sure.....

Anyone who can help me figure this out get a cyber hug and muffin basket, and I'll mention your names and AWESOMENESS in the next chapter following your helpful info.

Thanks for reading! Tell me what you think, please?