FIC: On the Importance of Reconnaissance (When Attacking Bludhaven), Transformers/DC, for Yena
Title: On the Importance of Reconnaissance (When Attacking Bludhaven)
Fandom: DC/Transformers Crossover
Characters: Megatron, Nightwing, assorted Decepticons and others
Wordcount: 323
Rating: General Audiences
Notes: For
ilyena_sylph, because she is having a bad week.
Megatron had learned, over the years he'd been stranded on Earth, a certain wariness about the planet's inhabitants.
Mostly, yes, they were small and useless, fit only for a moment's sport or a joor's manipulation, and then to be crushed beneath the Decepticon army's inexorable advance.
However, there were a few humans who attached themselves to the Autobots and occasionally scored some--small and temporary, of course--victories against the Decepticons. Those were to be treated with slightly more care.
None of this prepared him for the humans of this Earth.
Bludhaven had seemed a good target in the initial scans: broken down, plenty of oil refineries. Someone had misjudged, badly, and Megatron was going to tear them a new intake valve for it. There was a small, blue-and-black colored human swinging nimbly through the Decepticon lines, evading every shot and conjuring up small irritating objects to throw and strike at their vulnerable points. Decepticons were yelling--and in Starscream's case screaming--in rage and irritation at being thwarted by a single human.
Megatron watched, and waited for his chance. Soundwave was at his side, and when the human came to the attack, Soundwave's sonics slowed him down enough (not very much; some of these humans were ridiculously resilient) so that Megatron could grab him.
The human smiled at him. "Hi, giant evil robot. I'm Nightwing. Bludhaven is my city." Even as Megatron began to squeeze the life out of him, he somehow twisted out of his hand and onto his chest, opened a panel, and...
...how did the human know about that? He had to get the spray paint vulnerability fixed.
"Decepticons, retreat!" cried Starscream, and Soundwave hauled Megatron away, other Decepticons carrying away all the energon they had gathered so far.
Carried them off into a army of brightly colored humans. Nightwing called out from behind them, "And those are my friends."
Clearly better reconnaissance had been needed. Starscream was going to hurt when they got out of this.
Fandom: DC/Transformers Crossover
Characters: Megatron, Nightwing, assorted Decepticons and others
Wordcount: 323
Rating: General Audiences
Notes: For
ilyena_sylph, because she is having a bad week.
Megatron had learned, over the years he'd been stranded on Earth, a certain wariness about the planet's inhabitants.
Mostly, yes, they were small and useless, fit only for a moment's sport or a joor's manipulation, and then to be crushed beneath the Decepticon army's inexorable advance.
However, there were a few humans who attached themselves to the Autobots and occasionally scored some--small and temporary, of course--victories against the Decepticons. Those were to be treated with slightly more care.
None of this prepared him for the humans of this Earth.
Bludhaven had seemed a good target in the initial scans: broken down, plenty of oil refineries. Someone had misjudged, badly, and Megatron was going to tear them a new intake valve for it. There was a small, blue-and-black colored human swinging nimbly through the Decepticon lines, evading every shot and conjuring up small irritating objects to throw and strike at their vulnerable points. Decepticons were yelling--and in Starscream's case screaming--in rage and irritation at being thwarted by a single human.
Megatron watched, and waited for his chance. Soundwave was at his side, and when the human came to the attack, Soundwave's sonics slowed him down enough (not very much; some of these humans were ridiculously resilient) so that Megatron could grab him.
The human smiled at him. "Hi, giant evil robot. I'm Nightwing. Bludhaven is my city." Even as Megatron began to squeeze the life out of him, he somehow twisted out of his hand and onto his chest, opened a panel, and...
...how did the human know about that? He had to get the spray paint vulnerability fixed.
"Decepticons, retreat!" cried Starscream, and Soundwave hauled Megatron away, other Decepticons carrying away all the energon they had gathered so far.
Carried them off into a army of brightly colored humans. Nightwing called out from behind them, "And those are my friends."
Clearly better reconnaissance had been needed. Starscream was going to hurt when they got out of this.