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quidamlingMusic drabble to Imogen Heap song
this kinda sorta hashes out a bit of characterization.
iunno.
is short, and slightly ill fever-brain latching onto lyrics.
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“I’m going.”
“Copy, who would you like with you?”
“I’m going.” Ironhide growled with more force.
“Alone?” Prowl’s doorwings flitted in displeasure as he glanced up from Teletraan’s sensory array. “There are protocols for a new planetfall for a reason, Ironhide. Especially since the spark signature isn’t in the database.”
“Stuff the protocols up your tailpipe,” the black mech snarled, turning for the door. He didn’t care if the tactician reported him to Prime, these were extenuating circumstances.
‘Hide transformed just outside the door and tore off in the direction of the new spark’s landing coordinates.
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The black TopKick found the sig residing in a large white Ford F350, sitting at the end of a swath of flattened and charred corn. The pickup was shuddering on its shocks, but core programming demanded local camouflage even if the mech was near stasis lock.
As Ironhide pulled up, he scanned quickly over the other mech.
“Where are we…?” the new mech rasped.
“Earth. Third from their star,” Ironhide replied, rising up to his bipedal mode.
“Lost… what the Pit is going on?”
“Megatron was defeated, the dust only just begun to fall. We’re amassing here.”
The white truck shifted, taking the extra time required for the first transformation with a new alt. Parts spun ‘round, shifting and aligning, settling into the form of a mech nearly as tall as Ironhide, yet lacking the bulk. Lighter armor, significantly less weaponry. White helm framing gray faceplates, thin finials angled up where the black mech had sweeping crests.
He wavered, rubbing at his optics.
“Heatseek?” ‘Hide asked, concern coloring his voice and he reached to steady the other mech.
The white mech stopped him with an icy glare, not believing the show of care. “I’m just undercharged, Ironhide. There’s nothing… nothing out there… held off as long as I could. Couldn’t manage alone anymore… had to follow the message-”
“Did I say you couldn’t join us?” he growled, gray hand dropping between them.
The white mech’s engine snarled, “After all those vorns? They were here first. Autobot solidarity,” he spat. “I wouldn’t be welcomed. I was underground. Spark sig not even registered in case I was caught. Only evidence of my existence was oily marks appearing on walls.”
“Heatseek. Wanted you in the regular ranks.”
“I didn’t want to be! That’s why I stayed Neutral so long. Until you dragged me in…”
Ironhide snorted. “Lack of insignia became a death sentence.”
“So I became an honorable Autobot,” the white mech snipped. “Supposed to be a grunt and work to destroy just as much of the planet as the ‘Cons. No, I chose something different. If what I did… stopped a battle… saved sparks…” His vocalizer hitched, pained memories cracking through.
“Only wanted to protect you.” ‘Hide rumbled.
“Sweet words. Meant well? Of course you did,” ‘Seek staggered, imminent warnings that energy starvation was threatening shutdown. He made a slashing motion with his hand. “Keeping your distance, pretending you were a stranger because you didn’t c-” His vocalizer fritzed to static, processors slipping his frame into forced shutdown.
Ironhide dashed forwards as the white mech collapsed. Heatseek crumpled into his older brother’s arms.
“Course I did,” the elder sparksibling muttered, hoisting the Ford to his shoulder and walking back in the direction of the base.
this kinda sorta hashes out a bit of characterization.
iunno.
is short, and slightly ill fever-brain latching onto lyrics.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“I’m going.”
“Copy, who would you like with you?”
“I’m going.” Ironhide growled with more force.
“Alone?” Prowl’s doorwings flitted in displeasure as he glanced up from Teletraan’s sensory array. “There are protocols for a new planetfall for a reason, Ironhide. Especially since the spark signature isn’t in the database.”
“Stuff the protocols up your tailpipe,” the black mech snarled, turning for the door. He didn’t care if the tactician reported him to Prime, these were extenuating circumstances.
‘Hide transformed just outside the door and tore off in the direction of the new spark’s landing coordinates.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
The black TopKick found the sig residing in a large white Ford F350, sitting at the end of a swath of flattened and charred corn. The pickup was shuddering on its shocks, but core programming demanded local camouflage even if the mech was near stasis lock.
As Ironhide pulled up, he scanned quickly over the other mech.
“Where are we…?” the new mech rasped.
“Earth. Third from their star,” Ironhide replied, rising up to his bipedal mode.
“Lost… what the Pit is going on?”
“Megatron was defeated, the dust only just begun to fall. We’re amassing here.”
The white truck shifted, taking the extra time required for the first transformation with a new alt. Parts spun ‘round, shifting and aligning, settling into the form of a mech nearly as tall as Ironhide, yet lacking the bulk. Lighter armor, significantly less weaponry. White helm framing gray faceplates, thin finials angled up where the black mech had sweeping crests.
He wavered, rubbing at his optics.
“Heatseek?” ‘Hide asked, concern coloring his voice and he reached to steady the other mech.
The white mech stopped him with an icy glare, not believing the show of care. “I’m just undercharged, Ironhide. There’s nothing… nothing out there… held off as long as I could. Couldn’t manage alone anymore… had to follow the message-”
“Did I say you couldn’t join us?” he growled, gray hand dropping between them.
The white mech’s engine snarled, “After all those vorns? They were here first. Autobot solidarity,” he spat. “I wouldn’t be welcomed. I was underground. Spark sig not even registered in case I was caught. Only evidence of my existence was oily marks appearing on walls.”
“Heatseek. Wanted you in the regular ranks.”
“I didn’t want to be! That’s why I stayed Neutral so long. Until you dragged me in…”
Ironhide snorted. “Lack of insignia became a death sentence.”
“So I became an honorable Autobot,” the white mech snipped. “Supposed to be a grunt and work to destroy just as much of the planet as the ‘Cons. No, I chose something different. If what I did… stopped a battle… saved sparks…” His vocalizer hitched, pained memories cracking through.
“Only wanted to protect you.” ‘Hide rumbled.
“Sweet words. Meant well? Of course you did,” ‘Seek staggered, imminent warnings that energy starvation was threatening shutdown. He made a slashing motion with his hand. “Keeping your distance, pretending you were a stranger because you didn’t c-” His vocalizer fritzed to static, processors slipping his frame into forced shutdown.
Ironhide dashed forwards as the white mech collapsed. Heatseek crumpled into his older brother’s arms.
“Course I did,” the elder sparksibling muttered, hoisting the Ford to his shoulder and walking back in the direction of the base.
