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ante_luceI think I have a title for this, at last. Thanks go out to all those who made suggestions.
Title: Of Wings and Flightless Mechs [Part 5]
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Skywarp watched the flightless mechs interact in confusion. Their sensor panels moved like seeker wings, but he couldn’t read them. Well, he could read the general tone of the communications, Prowl, the black and white one, was calm, almost preternaturally so, and Smokescreen was tense.
But the panels could move more than his wings could, and he knew there was a lot more being said that he couldn’t understand. The Autobots that were these mechs’ backup were heading back to the main troops, casting wary glances back at the seekers, before Prowl looked at them and quietly reassured the mechs that they were not a threat.
The blue mech was approaching them now. The teleporter felt his apprehension mount, and he twitched his wings rapidly. Smokescreen noticed this, and the mech sighed, relaxing his stance to try and calm the flier.
“Alright. Any of you three know what you’re going to do next?”
A distressed chirr answered him as the magnitude of situation finally hit Skywarp. They couldn’t go back to the ‘Cons, nor could they go back to Vos, the seeker city being completely Decepticon now. Any neutrals had long fled, the Autobots could be reluctant to help them, justifiably so, and he hadn’t the slightest idea where to go from here. Even the tentative trine they had at the moment wasn’t a confirmed thing. They could still be separated, and then he’d really be alone.
Starscream and Thundercracker watched their third worriedly. They too were off balance and somewhat uncertain about their future, but Skywarp was taking it the worst. Putting their concerns aside for the time being (they were safe for the immediate moment, they had to be, Autobots were with them, Autobots who were really seekers and followed the code), the pair drew close to the purple and black jet, taking hold of a hand each, thrumming in reassurance.
It wasn’t working. Skywarp’s anxious chirrs were beginning to affect them as well, even unbonded, and the tone of their engines shifted from comforting to tense as the three seekers clustered even closer.
= = =
//Smokescreen, what’s going on over there?//
The internal comm. startled the diversionary mech from his puzzled scrutiny of the seekers. Glancing over his shoulder at his trinemate, still keeping Bluestreak calm and stable while waiting for the medic and Windcharger to arrive, he replied with a flutter of sensor panels.
I’m not sure, Prowl. Looks like things are finally sinking in for them.
They don’t sound like they’re dealing well.
They’re not. I predict meltdown in five, four…
He heard Prowl sigh, and saw the mech jerk his helm in the direction of the seekers. Get over and prevent it from happening then.
How?!
Same way we would help each other. Our programming should not differ too much in that respect. In any case, even without the effects of being their trinemates, it’s worth a shot.
… If you say so. He acquiesced to his trinemate’s logic, still dubious, and moved closer to the seekers, setting his engine to a soft, calming rumble. Three pairs of red optics glanced at him, glowing bright with anxiety. Smokescreen warbled a soothing note, low and quiet, reaching out to the nearest seeker.
= = =
It was almost as if someone had flipped a switch. The haze of fear and emotion that was building up in his processors calmed. It was still there, but he could think through it now, and Thundercracker stared down at the hand wrapped around his in confusion before looking up into Smokescreen’s optics.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do.”
The Autobot was calm, tone reassuring and shot through with seeker notes, but… different. It took Thundercracker some careful listening, but eventually, he realised the variation originated from the tones being run through a vehicle engine rather than a jet’s.
“This is what will probably happen. You three will be brought in to be questioned, then, if you behave yourselves, you’ll probably be allowed to go to one of the refugee camps.”
“But… we’re Decepticons.”
“Were Decepticons. You shed your insignias, declared you weren’t going back and just took on six of your old factionmates in defence of three Autobots.”
“We were defending seekers, it doesn’t… count.” The blue, sensor panelled mech visibly bit back an inappropriate snicker as Thundercracker flinched.
“To think I’d hear about the fairness of perceptions from a mech professing to be a Decepticon.” Regaining control, Smokescreen continued, keeping his voice low.
“The majority of the Autobots won’t know that. We, like most flightless, hid our seeker programming from the general population for several reasons. Do you really want to go back to the ‘Cons?”
The three shifted, wings fluttering in uncertainty. Starscream spoke now.
“They’ll ask why we helped you.”
“You’re new to the war; this was your first up close look at the conflict. You didn’t find it as wonderful as Megatron or whoever recruited you promised. You were sickened by the destruction and killing, and went to help Bluestreak when you heard him calling out in a panic. Memorise that and stick to it.”
Smokescreen rattled off easily, then looked at the seekers, who nodded before he spoke on. “I can’t promise you an easy time. We are in a war, and there are a lot of Autobots who’ve lost friends or closer to a seeker.”
The three jets blinked at him, and the diversionary tactician released the blue jet’s arm, patting it gently. “Keep your heads down, and stay out of trouble. We’ll look out for you as much as we can. At least, I and Bluestreak will. Prowl’s gotta be impartial due to his rank, but the trine is what the trine does, right?”
“Smokescreen, thank you.” Thundercracker managed. The mech shrugged, then turned back as two more mechs made their way over to the six. The rubble pinning Bluestreak down was slowly raised off the grey mech, lifted into the air and moved aside by Windcharger’s abilities. Carefully, the medic sealed off what leaks reopened or Prowl hadn’t managed to reach in the first place as another mech arrived, hailing the tactician and talking to him.
“Is Blue’ stable enough to be moved? We’ve set up at these coordinates.”
The SIC stared at the datapad, and the newcomer sighed. “Yeah. S’the only flat space large enough to accommodate all the injured, once we cleared out the crys- the debris.”
“I understand.” The visored mech sighed again at Prowl’s calm reply, then peered around the sensor panelled frame at the three fliers and Smokescreen.
“I suppose you’ve got a reason for having a seeker trine with you?”
“They’ve broken away from the Decepticons. We found them trying to help Bluestreak. They aren’t a trine yet.”
“Ah. Red’s not going to be happy.”
“He never is.”
The other mech grinned. “Point. Welp, let’s get moving. I don’t like the looks of that pile of rubble, no, not your pile, ‘Charger, that one. It looks like it could topple on us any moment.”
Windcharger snorted, but agreed, and soon the group of seekers and Autobots were moving towards the hastily set up base camp.
Title: Of Wings and Flightless Mechs [Part 5]
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Skywarp watched the flightless mechs interact in confusion. Their sensor panels moved like seeker wings, but he couldn’t read them. Well, he could read the general tone of the communications, Prowl, the black and white one, was calm, almost preternaturally so, and Smokescreen was tense.
But the panels could move more than his wings could, and he knew there was a lot more being said that he couldn’t understand. The Autobots that were these mechs’ backup were heading back to the main troops, casting wary glances back at the seekers, before Prowl looked at them and quietly reassured the mechs that they were not a threat.
The blue mech was approaching them now. The teleporter felt his apprehension mount, and he twitched his wings rapidly. Smokescreen noticed this, and the mech sighed, relaxing his stance to try and calm the flier.
“Alright. Any of you three know what you’re going to do next?”
A distressed chirr answered him as the magnitude of situation finally hit Skywarp. They couldn’t go back to the ‘Cons, nor could they go back to Vos, the seeker city being completely Decepticon now. Any neutrals had long fled, the Autobots could be reluctant to help them, justifiably so, and he hadn’t the slightest idea where to go from here. Even the tentative trine they had at the moment wasn’t a confirmed thing. They could still be separated, and then he’d really be alone.
Starscream and Thundercracker watched their third worriedly. They too were off balance and somewhat uncertain about their future, but Skywarp was taking it the worst. Putting their concerns aside for the time being (they were safe for the immediate moment, they had to be, Autobots were with them, Autobots who were really seekers and followed the code), the pair drew close to the purple and black jet, taking hold of a hand each, thrumming in reassurance.
It wasn’t working. Skywarp’s anxious chirrs were beginning to affect them as well, even unbonded, and the tone of their engines shifted from comforting to tense as the three seekers clustered even closer.
= = =
//Smokescreen, what’s going on over there?//
The internal comm. startled the diversionary mech from his puzzled scrutiny of the seekers. Glancing over his shoulder at his trinemate, still keeping Bluestreak calm and stable while waiting for the medic and Windcharger to arrive, he replied with a flutter of sensor panels.
I’m not sure, Prowl. Looks like things are finally sinking in for them.
They don’t sound like they’re dealing well.
They’re not. I predict meltdown in five, four…
He heard Prowl sigh, and saw the mech jerk his helm in the direction of the seekers. Get over and prevent it from happening then.
How?!
Same way we would help each other. Our programming should not differ too much in that respect. In any case, even without the effects of being their trinemates, it’s worth a shot.
… If you say so. He acquiesced to his trinemate’s logic, still dubious, and moved closer to the seekers, setting his engine to a soft, calming rumble. Three pairs of red optics glanced at him, glowing bright with anxiety. Smokescreen warbled a soothing note, low and quiet, reaching out to the nearest seeker.
= = =
It was almost as if someone had flipped a switch. The haze of fear and emotion that was building up in his processors calmed. It was still there, but he could think through it now, and Thundercracker stared down at the hand wrapped around his in confusion before looking up into Smokescreen’s optics.
“I don’t know what we’re going to do.”
The Autobot was calm, tone reassuring and shot through with seeker notes, but… different. It took Thundercracker some careful listening, but eventually, he realised the variation originated from the tones being run through a vehicle engine rather than a jet’s.
“This is what will probably happen. You three will be brought in to be questioned, then, if you behave yourselves, you’ll probably be allowed to go to one of the refugee camps.”
“But… we’re Decepticons.”
“Were Decepticons. You shed your insignias, declared you weren’t going back and just took on six of your old factionmates in defence of three Autobots.”
“We were defending seekers, it doesn’t… count.” The blue, sensor panelled mech visibly bit back an inappropriate snicker as Thundercracker flinched.
“To think I’d hear about the fairness of perceptions from a mech professing to be a Decepticon.” Regaining control, Smokescreen continued, keeping his voice low.
“The majority of the Autobots won’t know that. We, like most flightless, hid our seeker programming from the general population for several reasons. Do you really want to go back to the ‘Cons?”
The three shifted, wings fluttering in uncertainty. Starscream spoke now.
“They’ll ask why we helped you.”
“You’re new to the war; this was your first up close look at the conflict. You didn’t find it as wonderful as Megatron or whoever recruited you promised. You were sickened by the destruction and killing, and went to help Bluestreak when you heard him calling out in a panic. Memorise that and stick to it.”
Smokescreen rattled off easily, then looked at the seekers, who nodded before he spoke on. “I can’t promise you an easy time. We are in a war, and there are a lot of Autobots who’ve lost friends or closer to a seeker.”
The three jets blinked at him, and the diversionary tactician released the blue jet’s arm, patting it gently. “Keep your heads down, and stay out of trouble. We’ll look out for you as much as we can. At least, I and Bluestreak will. Prowl’s gotta be impartial due to his rank, but the trine is what the trine does, right?”
“Smokescreen, thank you.” Thundercracker managed. The mech shrugged, then turned back as two more mechs made their way over to the six. The rubble pinning Bluestreak down was slowly raised off the grey mech, lifted into the air and moved aside by Windcharger’s abilities. Carefully, the medic sealed off what leaks reopened or Prowl hadn’t managed to reach in the first place as another mech arrived, hailing the tactician and talking to him.
“Is Blue’ stable enough to be moved? We’ve set up at these coordinates.”
The SIC stared at the datapad, and the newcomer sighed. “Yeah. S’the only flat space large enough to accommodate all the injured, once we cleared out the crys- the debris.”
“I understand.” The visored mech sighed again at Prowl’s calm reply, then peered around the sensor panelled frame at the three fliers and Smokescreen.
“I suppose you’ve got a reason for having a seeker trine with you?”
“They’ve broken away from the Decepticons. We found them trying to help Bluestreak. They aren’t a trine yet.”
“Ah. Red’s not going to be happy.”
“He never is.”
The other mech grinned. “Point. Welp, let’s get moving. I don’t like the looks of that pile of rubble, no, not your pile, ‘Charger, that one. It looks like it could topple on us any moment.”
Windcharger snorted, but agreed, and soon the group of seekers and Autobots were moving towards the hastily set up base camp.
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Date: 2009-03-14 01:36 pm (UTC)is he sleeping with a toaster!Prowl plushie yet in this verse? >DAlso YAY look its Windcharger! *pets Skywarp* Things'll work out!(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-14 01:50 pm (UTC)*gigglefits* That has to be the cutest way I've ever seen someone ask if our black and whites are together in a fic. But I dunno, Cybertron doesn't have toasters ;PSkywarp: Hugz Plz? *bumblepuppy optics*
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Date: 2009-03-14 03:32 pm (UTC)Bluestreak teaching him ALREADY?*huggles & pets & energon cookies*and hey, you did understand what I was asking, so... XD And obviously, Cyberton is not as advanced as we thought, since it lacks toasters!(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-14 06:05 pm (UTC)Bluestreak works fast. I am Doomed.Yup. Poor Cybertron, they will never know toasty goodness untill the Ark mechs make it to and back from Earth.(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-15 04:48 am (UTC)GASP this is a sorry state of affairs that must be rectified POST HASTE(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-15 10:16 am (UTC)*gigglefits*(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-14 02:38 pm (UTC)but i promise not to feed the bunny. don't want it to get fat and lazy. ;-)
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Date: 2009-03-14 06:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-14 02:55 pm (UTC)Here, have a cookie!
TAKE CARE!!
MISAO-CG
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Date: 2009-03-14 06:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-14 05:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-14 06:07 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-03-14 06:53 pm (UTC)Can I just say that I love your Seeker fics and the stuff dealing with Trines. *grins*.
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Date: 2009-03-15 10:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-14 08:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-15 10:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-14 08:57 pm (UTC)So... No Jet Judo?
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Date: 2009-03-15 10:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-15 08:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-15 10:20 pm (UTC)Glad to see another part to this 'verse!
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Date: 2009-03-16 08:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-16 06:17 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-03-17 08:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-17 01:47 am (UTC)Anyways, much love for the fact that Starscream, Thundercracker, and Skywarp put the Seekers Code above their faction's ideas (that were *ahem* introduced *coughforcedcough* onto them by Megatron) and choose to defend their Flightless brethren against even their own trine-mates. Even more love for the fact that they're becoming a new (and much better fitting) trine together. Mucho thumbs-up to Smokescreen for comforting them the seeker way and for thinking up a believable lie for the Seekers to be able to join the Autobots on the fly.
And who says that they can't help the Twin practice their Jet Judo? (That is, if the Twins somehow manage to convince them to let them ride around on them and use them to practice tackling flyers out of the sky...)
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Date: 2009-03-17 08:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-17 04:27 pm (UTC)*glomps Skywarp* You need to see Shattersphere, for she would mother you to deactivation.
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Date: 2009-03-17 05:08 pm (UTC)*snickers*
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Date: 2009-03-17 06:19 pm (UTC)Laugh it up. She really would.
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-19 04:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-27 03:43 am (UTC)But... in my personal offline archive I'm keeping this fic's name as "Flightless".
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Date: 2009-03-27 07:20 pm (UTC)Squee~
Date: 2009-04-11 09:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-15 07:29 pm (UTC)Dies and is Dead :3
Red is so going to blow a gaskit, and a few survos as well...
and Now I have the image of a Lambo Trine in my head...