Another Story Now- Part 1 A
Welp, looks like i'm become the TF Porn portal XD
Not that I mind, just makes me feel even more like my pimp shoes suit me.
This time it's an RP partner I shall call TC, because that's who they play in the RP. I am Sunstreaker (and Bluestreak when he makes a small appearance, and TC also does a quick Ratchet)
And this is a small thing we've done over a few days interspersed.
TC edited it for me cause TC is awesome like that and I suck at editing XD
Pairing: Thundercracker x Sunstreaker
Verse: G1
Rating: R
Summary: During a bout of Jet Judo, one of Wheeljack's inventions goes off, accidentally transporting The golden Twin and his Seeker victim to another Planet, where they get dangerously bored.
SPLITTING THIS INTO TWO PARTS cause its too long for one.
Part 1:
Thundercracker scowled to himself as he surveyed the fight, keeping a spare sensor out for any of the Autobot flying menaces, and trying to find a target that wasn't fully engaged with one of his own side. If he hit another 'Con, he knew there'd be hell to pay even if he tried to brush it off as one of the Aerials hitting a lucky shot. They hadn't actually shown up yet.
Sunstreaker boosted up into the air, not waiting for Sideswipe. His brother was looking to ambush either Starscream or Skywarp, but he already had his clear shot at Thundercracker, who seemed to be focussed on the battlefield below.
Thundercracker's sensors alerted him at the last possible moment and he jerked in his flight path to go into a sudden dive, closer to where the fighting was actually happening. He didn't like to get too close usually, but having one of the Twins on him was a med-bay sentence on a good day.
Sunstreaker grabbed for the jet, hooking a tailfin before being dragged down in the dive. He growled, fighting against the inertia and wind sailing past him to reach out and grab the other tail fin, pulling his body forward and planting his pedes above the thrusters. He smirked dangerously as he gripped the tail fins hard. "Long time no rodeo, eh 'Cracker?"
He cursed, not bothering to answer him directly and boosted his speed, still diving. A few nano-klicks later he had twisted his ailerons and sent himself into a rather dizzying spin for himself, let alone his passenger. With Sunstreaker literally on his tail, the spin wasn't even and he sped up to try and even out.
Sunstreaker laughed with the rush as Thundercracker, who never failed to disappoint, went into a crazy dive. As the spinning started, the golden twin locked his servos in a grip that dented the metal beneath him. He pulled at the tail fins to try and throw the jet off course. It was always easier to make them crash when they tried spin-dives, but on the other servo it also made it harder to dismount safely. Sunstreaker didn't care much. He just liked the rush. "Yeeeeeeeeeehaaa!"
He tried to pull out of it, his tail smarting more than he would care to admit only to get distracted by a flash from below followed by a rather ominous (and somehow cheery) rumbling. He tried to stop his spin only to realize that his focus on the explosion had robbed him of precious seconds. He shuddered in the sudden heat wave, cut his thrusters and tried to angle up to catch the heat. He fired his thrusters when he thought he had turned enough.
The inertia of Thundercracker's pull out was enough to send Sunstreaker flat on his chassis on the jet's back, legs slipping out from under him to dangle behind again. He made sure to keep them lifted out of the fire of thrusters when they re-ignited, but other than concentrating on keeping a grip on the jet, he was quite a distracted by the sudden explosion himself. If his vents had not been winded by the G-forces, he would have been swearing profusely, but his vocaliser had locked up in the midst of his physical strain.
His thrusters spluttered and went out and he let out a yelp as he was pushed and tilted off to the side, starting to cut through the explosive heat and right into the explosion itself. The heat rippled over him and he was almost glad for the extra barrier Sunstreaker provided over his cockpit, but at the same time things started to go fuzzy in a wave of pain.
Sunstreaker's vents gasped, chocked and shut as the heat wave began to roll over them. He felt that ominous sinking feeling in the pit of his tank and gyros when Thundercracker's thrusters cut and they banked right into plumes of igniting atmosphere. His primary concern, of course, was that it was going to ruin his paintwork and he knew it. His secondary concern was what kind of a landing they were going to make. Being slightly charred wasn't much of a problem for him; his plating was thick and insulated enough to handle thousands of degrees for at least five minutes without inner damage. He wrenched at the tailfins to try and level out the jets descent, arms moving to the leading edges of the wings and legs straddling the fuselage as he bodily tried to steer the seeker.
He could feel Sunstreaker trying to steer him out of the explosion and he did what he could without the propulsion of his thrusters and with the abrupt halt in his speed, but his sensors were telling him nothing and he was rather concerned that Sunstreaker knew more about where they were going than he was. Of course there was still no end to the blast that he could sense and with all his scanners disabled from the heat he had no idea if he was even moving at all.
Sunstreaker shuttered his optics against the heat, straining to make sure his gyroscope was telling him they were coming level, when all of a sudden it fritzed. He had to shut it down, whole body stiffening as the world became nothing but a rush of heat and sound and air. If he'd left the gyroscope on he'd have purged his tanks. He couldn't see where he was going and the thing had been moving as if he were strapped into a 360 degree oscillator. He braced for inevitable impact, clinging to the jet in the prayer that Thundercracker would break his fall... unless he broke the jet's... but it was better than freefalling on his own and knowing he'd take the full brunt.
He'd practically shut down, but kept himself online for the sheer morbidity of it if nothing else. Having known the terrain of the fight from circling over it like some sort of earth avian, he was completely surprised to suddenly collide sideways and careen off against several other obstacles. Completely blind and letting out a bit of a yelp with every impact he felt mostly relief when he finally hit the ground. Despite everything flashing warnings at him, he found himself wondering at the thought that 'those didn't feel like buildings' and finding a rather strange amusement at the idea that he knew what a building felt like when he was bounced off it.
Sunstreaker, at the first impact, managed to keep hold of the careening jet, but when he cart wheeled and landed again, Sunstreaker's back was caught by an obstacle of some sort, and rather than let it rip into him, he let the jet go and fell to the ground against it. Thankfully it wasn't a far fall to the ground. He also managed to land on his back. Unfortunately, he did manage to whack his helm nice and solidly against what felt like a rock. It wasn't enough to knock out systems or make him unconscious... just enough to hurt like pit. He gasped through his vents and swore loudly; turning on his gyroscope again when he was sure he had stopped.
Becoming rather alarmed with the fact that his thoughts were sporadic and rather focused on the unimportant he attempted to reboot his sensors to no avail. He did a cursory scan to see if he would possibly be able to transform. He had no idea where Sunstreaker was or even if he was--he heard him curse and a surge of panic went through him. He could transform, yes, but it would hurt like the pit and it would likely wrench his wing out of sorts. He did it anyways and ended up doubled over with his right wing hanging limply. He wasn't leaking anywhere, which he was thankful for, but at the moment he wasn't sure he could stand. He onlined his optics to scout out the Autobot's position and pretty much stalled at the abrupt change in scenery.
Once Sunstreaker felt he had vented enough of his pain through verbalisation, he onlined his optics and started to actually pay attention to his surroundings. He dragged himself into a sitting position, mouth slightly agape, and blew air out his vents to clear them of... dust. Red dust. All over the fragging place, with rocks and boulders sticking up. He flexed his servos to test that they both functioned and looked down. He was clenching at the ground beneath him, but it was a very fine red sandy substance.
There were no signs of battle and the greenery... even the atmosphere he was familiar with, was gone. Instead there was a barren expanse of orange and red ahead of him, a thin atmosphere, and his temperature gauge now read drastically cooler than the heat it had clocked not half a breem ago.
"What... the... SLAG?"
It took him a moment to figure out what in the Pit had happened, or at least a likely explanation. He was trapped on some random planet in the Milky Way with an Autobot - one that took great fondness in terrorizing him specifically. With great care not to overbalance and fall over he eased himself onto his pedes and flinched as his thrusters protested the weight, even as reduced as it was. Sunstreaker seemed to be preoccupied with the planet and he had no intention of redirecting his attention back onto himself any time soon. He glanced about, noting the disturbances that seemed out of place, the spots where he had, for a lack of a better word, 'bounced'.
Sunstreaker rolled onto his pedes, noting the lesser gravity and the ease of the action. He turned on the spot, assessing the horizon and surroundings, then looked up at the atmosphere, but when he adjusted his optics to see the stars through the hazy orangey ozone, he could not match the star alignments to anywhere he had been before. He huffed, a movement catching the corner of his optic, and he looked around to see Thundercracker. The jet was standing somewhat gingerly, clearly worse for wear than the frontliner, and Sunstreaker found himself smirking.
With the frontliner's attention on him, he found himself at a loss of what to do. He couldn't fly, could barely tell that the mech was there as he was having to use his optics to keep everything in place, everything hurt and his mood had taken an abrupt downturn the moment he'd had a moment to think outside of the battle. When Sunstreaker smirked, he scowled. "I don't suppose you have a reset button for today?"
"Much as I would like to say yes. No. But look on the bright side... you get to spend quality time with Me. For Primus knows how long. Don't suppose you recognise where the frag we are... or have any idea HOW we got here?" Sunstreaker crossed his arms, looking around at the trails left by their crash landing and sauntering down the slope of the dune he'd found himself on. He admitted he kind of liked the lightness in his step. It reminded him of Cybertron's lesser gravity to earth, but this was even less than that. He knew with the planet surface and lack of g-force it would be slag to try and drive or even fight on this planet, so he made no threatening moves towards the Decepticon.
He glanced about again, gauging. His less damaged wing flicked erratically, trying to pinpoint Sunstreaker unsuccessfully and he involuntarily stepped back, suppressing his flinch as he rocked back onto his thruster. "Mars if I'm correct. The soil is right according to the data the humans have." He clicked his mouth shut and gave Sunstreaker a once over, looking for any major damage. Other than looking like he'd survived an explosion, he couldn't see anything.
Sunstreaker started at that revelation, looking around again before making a noise of incredulity and smacking his own forehelm... which he regretted somewhat, but did not flinch. "UGH! Of course! Frag, I shoulda recognised this... I've seen that many slagging human sci-fi's, but those humans always speculate and add stuff that couldn't possible live here... like algaes and plants and little green goo-monster things." Sunstreaker turned and appraised the seeker with an even expression. "Hnn. You're not doin' so well huh? Bet Hook's gonna be fragged off when we get back."
He inclined his head slightly and then did a full framed flinch as his sensors all came online at once. He offlined his optics with a grimace and quickly set off lines of code to adjust to the vastly different atmosphere and finally he was able to see Sunstreaker with his wing. He onlined his optics again, having said nothing, but returned to simply watching the other.
"Not that Ratchet isn't going to be fragged at me. But he'll probably wear out his vocaliser on Sides first." Sunstreaker snickered to himself, strolling towards the area Thundercracker had come to rest. He didn't look at the flier or walk straight towards him, his optics were fixed on the terrain beyond them. About ten metres from the point where the jet had stopped was a drop, and he looked over it cautiously, whistling.
"That's quite a drop. You're one lucky seeker 'Cracker. Any more inertia and youd've gone straight over this cliff. Some nasty looking rocks down there."
He slowly turned to follow Sunstreaker, facing him, and he lightly stepped after the mech. He was quite thankful for the lesser gravity, but he was more thankful for having had the opportunity to snag his energon ration and down it before the battle. He hadn't actually used his harmonics in that fight and it was allowing his self repair to get to work on the minor damage. His wing - and likely his thrusters - would have to be fixed by someone else, but the rest of it wasn't that major. He was grateful for his luck as Sunstreaker pointed out, once he saw the drop he had mentioned. He stared for a bit before suddenly realizing he was rather close to the other mech and backing off several steps again. "Not the nastiest thing by any stretch of the imagination." He eyed Sunstreaker pointedly.
Sunstreaker smirked when the jet gave him a pointed look and didn't miss the slighting in his words. He also didn't fail to notice how Thundercracker checked himself and realise he was rather close. Sunstreaker, however, had no intentions of attacking the other if possible while on the planet... but the jet didn't know that, so he could have his fun.
"Given the state of you now though, it sure as frag wouldn't have helped. Even in low gravity like this, jagged rocks like that could knock some stuff seriously out of alignment."
Thundercracker raised an optic ridge and turned to look at his rather gimped wing and then back to Sunstreaker. "You're right," he snipped. "It could have been worse - I for one don't actually like contemplating it." He folded his arms in front of his chassis defiantly.
"See, there you go, now you can look on the bright side. On the downside though, we're now stuck here for pit knows how long with nothing to do." Sunstreaker huffed and sat down on the edge of the cliff-face, resting his chin on his servos and staring off into the ravine beneath them.
Thundercracker stared at Sunstreaker for a moment longer before settling down where he was, far enough away from the edge of the cliff to feel comfortable. It wasn't that he was afraid of heights (he was a Seeker), but if the ground gave way, he had no way of preventing his fall in his current state. He looked around in interest for a bit before the scenery managed to lose his attention and he turned it to the rather battered form of his current companion. Looking closely he could almost tell what color he had been originally. Now however he looked more like his brother with the Martian dust settling on his charred paintjob. Thundercracker thought for a moment how it really could be Sideswipe but then decided that he'd have been laid out flat on his back-no. Not going there.
Sunstreaker could see Thundercracker's optics out of the corner of his view, and as the red optics lingered on his form for longer than a passing glance, he smirked slightly. "Liking the view?"
If there was one form of entertainment he could always enjoy, it was Seeker taunting.
Thundercracker opted to go with the first thought that popped into his processor. "You look like your brother." Of course, it wasn't the most intelligent thing he'd ever said, what with the two of them sharing similar builds, but it was the truth. Sunstreaker was currently more red than yellow and it was highly distracting.
Sunstreaker actually looked straight at Thundercracker, slightly confused by his answer. He tilted his helm. "I'd like to say 'duh, we're twins', but given the usual comments are 'you don't look very alike for split-sparks'.... I have to ask where you're coming from there."
He raised a hand to gesture at him, "You're covered in dust, which is red." His optics glittered in amusement; he knew the stories of how vain the yellow twin was (and heard the shouts of indignity on the field). He leaned back and propped himself up with his other hand, letting the gesturing one rest on a bent knee joint. "I've always thought you two were similar, now even more so."
Sunstreaker glared suspiciously at the seeker as he inspected his frame, haughtily brushing the rusty coloured dust from his formerly gleaming golden plating with some distaste. "Red is NOT my colour, despite the fact it matches well, and if it didn't, I wouldn't let Sideswipe be seen offline in it, let alone anywhere near me. And am I to take that as a veiled insult of some sort? I'm not exactly clear on your specific opinions of me and my brother. Other than the obvious, being on opposing factions."
His amusement didn't falter in the slightest. "Now with the yellow-gold-whatever showing, you look like you've got bits of sunshine streaking through the red haze." He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but it was better than simply staring at the Autobot.
Sunstreaker stopped his servo mid-swipe on his chassis, glaring coldly at the amused Jet. "You... did NOT just say that. You. A Decepticon. Did not just make an observation about how I embody the picture of daylight through dust."
Sunstreaker flopped gracefully (as always) onto his back and covered his faceplate with his servos. "That's it. I'm not on Mars. I'm passed out in a crater with an unconscious you, and this is some fragged up nightmare. I'm not getting out of here until Ratchet puts me back together. That is the only explanation that makes this make sense."
Thundercracker let his laughter break free. "Unfortunately for you, you are still in my charming company." He chuckled. "Am I not allowed to make remarks like that? I was simply being honest." He shuffled over so he was looking down at Sunstreaker from above his helm."Honestly."
"But you're a Con! Con's don't think about poetic imagery! Unless it's to do with poetically killing something!" Sunstreaker said vehemently in frustration, flailing his arms a little to emphasise his point and glaring accusingly up at Thundercracker as if he'd broken a rule of some sort.
He cocked an optic ridge as he leaned out of the way of flailing appendages. "What do you think we do in our spare time?" He inquired dryly. "Not all of us are plotting to diabolically overthrow megalomaniac-tyrants."
"I know that, but I don't see ANY of you trying to NOT slag up the more picturesque parts of planet earth. I didn't think any of you cared enough about that stuff to even be able to recognise it, let alone reference it in relation to my paint colour through Martian soil." Sunstreaker frowned up at Thundercracker, more confused than angry. He really was starting to think this absurd situation had to be an unconscious hallucination due to injuries.
Thundercracker shifted uncomfortably and looked away across the landscape. He didn't say anything in return; instead he chose to move back to his previous location away from the Autobot. He was more than pleased he wasn't being shot at or ridden like an untamed and angered equine, but the conversation topic was a little uncomfortable.
Sunstreaker watched the jet walk away without a word and his confusion only grew. "See? This HAS to be a hallucination. This doesn't make any sense. Dammit, Ratchet better fix me quickly, I'm going to go nuts in my own processor" Sunstreaker groaned, rubbing at a helm fin and sprawling.
He snorted. "If I'm hallucinating too, then we're linked - though why one of us would choose Mars for a mindscape, I haven't the foggiest idea." He gave the frontliner another once over, settled back into the dust and pulled out a datapad. And began reading.
Sunstreaker grunted, rolling onto his front and resting his helm on an arm, watching the jet for a moment to see what he was doing. "Could be me. TV does weird things to the subconscious. Wouldn't be the first time I've dreamt about being on another planet I have no link to. But that was a fictional one. Dammit, hallucinations like this usually only happen when a mech gets so slagged they need to retreat from frame input sequences... and if we're in the same one, probably means when we crashed our systems got fused somehow. Frag... Ratchet better make sure I don't have any of you left stuck to me when we wake up. That blue isn't bad with my gold, but with my black accents it isn't something I'd be seen OUT in."
He didn't bother looking up from the datapad, simply flicked it over to a new page. "If I was in your subconscious, why the frag would I allow myself to be injured?" He knew the answer was something along the lines of 'not believing he wasn't in a mindscape and thus couldn't not be injured' but he didn't really care.
"How am I supposed to know? You seekers have different systems setups, maybe your sub-conscious lets you know your fragged in the real world by coding you as fragged in your mind construct. This still doesn't make any sense. You steered into an explosion, we both lost motor control, and then somehow we're on MARS? Tell me how that makes any real world sense whatsoever given we weren't anywhere near a space-bridge."
Frowning, Sunstreaker began idly drawing his index finger through the dust before him, drawing deftly.
He looked up to point out, "Your crazy engineer brought back dinosaurs - how am I supposed to know? The explosion was behind your lines so I'm guessing this is his fault." The drawing in the dust caught his attention and he saved where he was in the datapad and put it away, choosing to watch him instead. It was a different style than what he did.
Sunstreaker glared at the dust in which he continued to draw, pausing momentarily before resuming. "You do have a point there. Wheeljack has been known to do crazier things. He didn't bring dinosaurs back though, but he probably wanted to... thankfully I think Optimus would have waylaid that idea. If they died out, then it was for a reason. Bringing them back, while it might have been fun... I mean, some of them would make pretty cool pets... it would be too much of a hassle logistics wise. Heh. Probably freeze up old Prowler's brain with illogicalness on a regular basis too." He smirked into his servo, starting to draw dinosaurs, oblivious to the jet observing.
He chuckled a little at the comment about the tactician and shook his head. "I was talking about the Dinobots." He didn't agree with the idea of it being a good idea to have them as pets though, not that he'd ever thought a pet was a good idea. It was hard enough to take care of himself and his wingmates. With the thought of wings, he leaned over and drew a couple of quick, but anatomically correct wings on the nearest dinosaur. Mainly just to see what Sunstreaker would do with him invading on his 'territory'.
Sunstreaker's servo stalled, and he stared at the jet's addition for a moment before continuing on with the raptor he had been working on. "Your style is a bit stiff. Very correct, but not very personal." The comment was off-handed, but internally he was struggling with what to make of the seeker's sudden expressions of artistic knowledge.
He shrugged a little and backed off some, taking a critic's view of Sunstreaker's work. He wasn't going to say anything, was just trying to independently see the differences between his own and Sunstreaker's. The end result was speaking in a rather flat, impersonal tone. "I let the medium become the extra flair and use exactness to enhance the images."
Sunstreaker took in the comment and nodded sagely. "A Mediumist. Never met many of those before the war. Kind of an old style, but not a bad concept." He dragged his digits through his work, erasing the image before laying his palm flat and smoothing the dust, starting again. "You train in that style or self taught?"
Thundercracker briefly shuttered his optics. "Uh, self-taught?" His one wing flicked. "I didn't know it had a name." Watching Sunstreaker start to draw again, he slowly stretched his legs out and gingerly laid himself down on his back next to the other mech. His self-repair had mostly finished and the only points of pain--as he'd expected--were his one wing and his thrusters. He switched his gaze up to the atmosphere above them. "I actually used to own one of your pieces."
Sunstreaker gave a soft smile as he started a new drawing, this time of earth avians. Big birds in flight, drawn at angles which showed off his favourites lines in the creatures form. "There's a term for every form of art made. Cybertron has existed so long that nothing has been left unexplored artistically except where some theory hasn't been able to be practically realised. You're bound to fall into a few categories without trying."
When Thundercracker admitted to owning his work, Sunstreaker's finger didn't just stall, it jerked in surprise. His helm whipped around and he stared in mild surprise at the jet for a few nanos before he found his voice again. "Oh... which one?"
He didn't notice Sunstreaker's expression, though he knew he'd stopped drawing. "Wing's Window." He folded his arms across his cockpit before admitting, "It cost me a fortune considering what I made back then."
Sunstreaker's face fell into a soft smile-smirk as he recalled the piece. "That one was a favourite in the show at Vox... and that'd be Sideswipe for you. He was good at making a living for us. I had... I was well enough known back then, but my reputation was a frag load bigger than my credit balance. Art isn't exactly a stable or well paying way of earning creds."
Thundercracker snorted. "Don't I know it. Making a living when you're a Seeker's bad enough, unless you're on the active list, being an artist is worse." He slid his gaze sideways to look at Sunstreaker, wishing somewhat that he could go back to that harder, but more fulfilling time.
Sunstreaker frowned vaguely. "When did you first start making art yourself?"
"Don't remember." He replied promptly, which was true. His memory was glitched from before a certain time frame, not from an event that had happened at the time, but from a virus. "And I stopped long before the war started."
Sunstreaker, for some reason he couldn't quite fathom, found himself... disappointed by the revelation that the jet had stopped practicing. He understood perfectly well, but all the same. He looked away, his own memories of what the war had forced him to stop doing... and the things it had made him START to do... flitting through his meta.
"Yea... war tends to screw that up anyway. Among other things."
There was something in the Autobot's tone that made him add, "I've never lost the tools. I just don't have anything to work with, nor a space to do it. 'Warp kind of makes that impossible."
He shifted and frowned before sitting up with an exhale. "I know it's rather counterproductive to ask you of this, but would you mind shoving my wing back into place?"
Sunstreaker nodded. No, the ability was never lost... just the will. The inspiration. The thing humans sometimes called a 'muse'.
He canted his helm at the jet, looking over the wing and grimacing slightly. "Well... if you really want, I can try. I'm good at pulling them out of whack, not really practiced at putting them back INTO place, but if you're desperate..." He shrugged, sitting up.
"It's just out of place," he repeated, doing his best not to tense up with the very idea of one of the twins that close to his wings, especially after that statement. "You don't have to - it's..." He trailed off, deciding what he was trying to say was rather pointless.
Sunstreaker rolled his optics and shuffled forward, laying his servos carefully on the wing and inspecting the area where it joined his chassis with a small frown. "No point asking and then saying 'you don't have to'. I know I don't have to. But what fun is a jet with a handicap?" He smirked slightly, figuring out from sight what the seeker had been talking about. His glossa poked out between his denta as he moved the wing slowly, lining it up at just the right angle before jerking it in one sharp motion a sharp crack resounding as it popped back into it's joint.
He hissed, mainly to distract himself as his wing was forcefully realigned. There really was no other way to do it, even with a medic and no 'Con medic would have wasted an anaesthetic for something as simple as a wing out of place. Even though it hurt, he flicked his wing in relief, grateful to have the two moving properly again. "Thank you." He didn't turn, though he did look over his shoulder at the Autobot behind him. "Injured jets are fun to aggravate," he pointed out, fully aware that Sunstreaker probably already knew that.
Sunstreaker stepped back, brushing more dust off himself and tilting his helm. "Did you just say thank you? I didn't know that word was even in Decepticon programming" He snickered and strolled over to look down at the cliff edge again, wondering if he could spot some other kinds of impromptu drawing materials like mineral veins or smooth rockfaces. "And it's more fun to aggravate something that can then make for an even sparring partner. Not that I'm much in the mood for that, but give it a few cycles."
"I'm a hallucination, remember?" He teased as Sunstreaker walked off. He waited until the mech was somewhat distracted before attempting to use his harmonics to scan the ground, see what was there. He was surprised to have an alert pop up that he had dismissed earlier that informed him his harmonics were offline. He scowled at that and then looked around. Sunstreaker had reminded him that they were on opposing factions and his weapons were missing off his arms, but he couldn't see them either.
He decided not to point that little fact out to the other. "What are you in the mood for?"
Sunstreaker shrugged, kicking some stones down into the gorge jus to watch them rattle down the cliff in an oddly light way to what he was used to on earth. "I dunno... TV and high grade would be nice. Neither of those things here. Toss the minibot might be fun, but, again, none of them here. Beyond that? If I'm here long enough I might just decide self-gratification is in order," he snickered again, wondering if he could gross the jet out. He'd never tried to see how squeamish Thundercracker was, it would be fun to test.
He could tell that he wasn't completely serious, well all but the last one seemed pretty honest. "Mind if I watch?" He did his best to keep his tone completely casual. He'd never admit it to Skywarp, but when the teleporter brought others back to their quarters and Thundercracker walked in on them, he always got a certain thrill out of it. He didn't go out of his way to watch others, the idea of being caught watching was not one he liked to entertain.
Sunstreaker was slightly disappointed that he got no negative reaction for his comment. So he did what any self respecting Lamborghini twin would do and pushed it further.
"Oh? A voyeur are we? Maybe I could turn it into performance art. Could even make it audience participation. If, that is, the thought of getting down and dirty with a grounder doesn't sicken you too much," he teased, wondering too just how loyal to the Decepticons Thundercracker was.
He executed a perfectly practiced nonchalant shrug, but his optics glittered in interest. "You sound rather enthused about the prospect. Not worried about 'fraternizing with the enemy'? Aren't you already under suspicion for being a Decepticon sympathizer?"
"Pffff. Megatron is an idiot and his ideals are retarded. I've told him that to his face-plate, whatever else anyone thinks is their problem. Fraternizing? Frag, I've jumped on your back and wrestled you don't so many times it wouldn't make that much difference if I did it for a frag or in battle. If I'm bored, a 'face is a 'face. Only question is, are you any good at it? I mean, I know seekers are supposed to have reputations, but there's always rumour breakers."
Which meant no, there was no way to ensure that Sunstreaker couldn't use this as blackmail on him. Sunstreaker may not have been a sympathizer, but Thundercracker was under enough suspicion for it as it were. He hummed his systems in thought to what the twin thought was the more important question. "I cannot say either way." He smirked in a rather self-depreciating way, "I don't 'get out much'. You'd have to find that out yourself."
"Oh?..." Now Sunstreaker was really intrigued. Which was dangerous, because when he was intrigued, the mech at the centre of his attention tended to find themselves in a precarious position with his impulsive side. He strode forward, his movements somewhat predatory. "Well well, a Seeker that understates himself...and was that..." He got in the blue jet's personal space, optics fixed intensely on the other's red orbs. "... an invitation?"
TBC in post 2
http://death-hendry.livejournal.com/40099.html
As usual, this i an ongoing RP, don't know how far it'll go past a part 2, but there will be a part 2 XD
Not that I mind, just makes me feel even more like my pimp shoes suit me.
This time it's an RP partner I shall call TC, because that's who they play in the RP. I am Sunstreaker (and Bluestreak when he makes a small appearance, and TC also does a quick Ratchet)
And this is a small thing we've done over a few days interspersed.
TC edited it for me cause TC is awesome like that and I suck at editing XD
Pairing: Thundercracker x Sunstreaker
Verse: G1
Rating: R
Summary: During a bout of Jet Judo, one of Wheeljack's inventions goes off, accidentally transporting The golden Twin and his Seeker victim to another Planet, where they get dangerously bored.
SPLITTING THIS INTO TWO PARTS cause its too long for one.
Part 1:
Thundercracker scowled to himself as he surveyed the fight, keeping a spare sensor out for any of the Autobot flying menaces, and trying to find a target that wasn't fully engaged with one of his own side. If he hit another 'Con, he knew there'd be hell to pay even if he tried to brush it off as one of the Aerials hitting a lucky shot. They hadn't actually shown up yet.
Sunstreaker boosted up into the air, not waiting for Sideswipe. His brother was looking to ambush either Starscream or Skywarp, but he already had his clear shot at Thundercracker, who seemed to be focussed on the battlefield below.
Thundercracker's sensors alerted him at the last possible moment and he jerked in his flight path to go into a sudden dive, closer to where the fighting was actually happening. He didn't like to get too close usually, but having one of the Twins on him was a med-bay sentence on a good day.
Sunstreaker grabbed for the jet, hooking a tailfin before being dragged down in the dive. He growled, fighting against the inertia and wind sailing past him to reach out and grab the other tail fin, pulling his body forward and planting his pedes above the thrusters. He smirked dangerously as he gripped the tail fins hard. "Long time no rodeo, eh 'Cracker?"
He cursed, not bothering to answer him directly and boosted his speed, still diving. A few nano-klicks later he had twisted his ailerons and sent himself into a rather dizzying spin for himself, let alone his passenger. With Sunstreaker literally on his tail, the spin wasn't even and he sped up to try and even out.
Sunstreaker laughed with the rush as Thundercracker, who never failed to disappoint, went into a crazy dive. As the spinning started, the golden twin locked his servos in a grip that dented the metal beneath him. He pulled at the tail fins to try and throw the jet off course. It was always easier to make them crash when they tried spin-dives, but on the other servo it also made it harder to dismount safely. Sunstreaker didn't care much. He just liked the rush. "Yeeeeeeeeeehaaa!"
He tried to pull out of it, his tail smarting more than he would care to admit only to get distracted by a flash from below followed by a rather ominous (and somehow cheery) rumbling. He tried to stop his spin only to realize that his focus on the explosion had robbed him of precious seconds. He shuddered in the sudden heat wave, cut his thrusters and tried to angle up to catch the heat. He fired his thrusters when he thought he had turned enough.
The inertia of Thundercracker's pull out was enough to send Sunstreaker flat on his chassis on the jet's back, legs slipping out from under him to dangle behind again. He made sure to keep them lifted out of the fire of thrusters when they re-ignited, but other than concentrating on keeping a grip on the jet, he was quite a distracted by the sudden explosion himself. If his vents had not been winded by the G-forces, he would have been swearing profusely, but his vocaliser had locked up in the midst of his physical strain.
His thrusters spluttered and went out and he let out a yelp as he was pushed and tilted off to the side, starting to cut through the explosive heat and right into the explosion itself. The heat rippled over him and he was almost glad for the extra barrier Sunstreaker provided over his cockpit, but at the same time things started to go fuzzy in a wave of pain.
Sunstreaker's vents gasped, chocked and shut as the heat wave began to roll over them. He felt that ominous sinking feeling in the pit of his tank and gyros when Thundercracker's thrusters cut and they banked right into plumes of igniting atmosphere. His primary concern, of course, was that it was going to ruin his paintwork and he knew it. His secondary concern was what kind of a landing they were going to make. Being slightly charred wasn't much of a problem for him; his plating was thick and insulated enough to handle thousands of degrees for at least five minutes without inner damage. He wrenched at the tailfins to try and level out the jets descent, arms moving to the leading edges of the wings and legs straddling the fuselage as he bodily tried to steer the seeker.
He could feel Sunstreaker trying to steer him out of the explosion and he did what he could without the propulsion of his thrusters and with the abrupt halt in his speed, but his sensors were telling him nothing and he was rather concerned that Sunstreaker knew more about where they were going than he was. Of course there was still no end to the blast that he could sense and with all his scanners disabled from the heat he had no idea if he was even moving at all.
Sunstreaker shuttered his optics against the heat, straining to make sure his gyroscope was telling him they were coming level, when all of a sudden it fritzed. He had to shut it down, whole body stiffening as the world became nothing but a rush of heat and sound and air. If he'd left the gyroscope on he'd have purged his tanks. He couldn't see where he was going and the thing had been moving as if he were strapped into a 360 degree oscillator. He braced for inevitable impact, clinging to the jet in the prayer that Thundercracker would break his fall... unless he broke the jet's... but it was better than freefalling on his own and knowing he'd take the full brunt.
He'd practically shut down, but kept himself online for the sheer morbidity of it if nothing else. Having known the terrain of the fight from circling over it like some sort of earth avian, he was completely surprised to suddenly collide sideways and careen off against several other obstacles. Completely blind and letting out a bit of a yelp with every impact he felt mostly relief when he finally hit the ground. Despite everything flashing warnings at him, he found himself wondering at the thought that 'those didn't feel like buildings' and finding a rather strange amusement at the idea that he knew what a building felt like when he was bounced off it.
Sunstreaker, at the first impact, managed to keep hold of the careening jet, but when he cart wheeled and landed again, Sunstreaker's back was caught by an obstacle of some sort, and rather than let it rip into him, he let the jet go and fell to the ground against it. Thankfully it wasn't a far fall to the ground. He also managed to land on his back. Unfortunately, he did manage to whack his helm nice and solidly against what felt like a rock. It wasn't enough to knock out systems or make him unconscious... just enough to hurt like pit. He gasped through his vents and swore loudly; turning on his gyroscope again when he was sure he had stopped.
Becoming rather alarmed with the fact that his thoughts were sporadic and rather focused on the unimportant he attempted to reboot his sensors to no avail. He did a cursory scan to see if he would possibly be able to transform. He had no idea where Sunstreaker was or even if he was--he heard him curse and a surge of panic went through him. He could transform, yes, but it would hurt like the pit and it would likely wrench his wing out of sorts. He did it anyways and ended up doubled over with his right wing hanging limply. He wasn't leaking anywhere, which he was thankful for, but at the moment he wasn't sure he could stand. He onlined his optics to scout out the Autobot's position and pretty much stalled at the abrupt change in scenery.
Once Sunstreaker felt he had vented enough of his pain through verbalisation, he onlined his optics and started to actually pay attention to his surroundings. He dragged himself into a sitting position, mouth slightly agape, and blew air out his vents to clear them of... dust. Red dust. All over the fragging place, with rocks and boulders sticking up. He flexed his servos to test that they both functioned and looked down. He was clenching at the ground beneath him, but it was a very fine red sandy substance.
There were no signs of battle and the greenery... even the atmosphere he was familiar with, was gone. Instead there was a barren expanse of orange and red ahead of him, a thin atmosphere, and his temperature gauge now read drastically cooler than the heat it had clocked not half a breem ago.
"What... the... SLAG?"
It took him a moment to figure out what in the Pit had happened, or at least a likely explanation. He was trapped on some random planet in the Milky Way with an Autobot - one that took great fondness in terrorizing him specifically. With great care not to overbalance and fall over he eased himself onto his pedes and flinched as his thrusters protested the weight, even as reduced as it was. Sunstreaker seemed to be preoccupied with the planet and he had no intention of redirecting his attention back onto himself any time soon. He glanced about, noting the disturbances that seemed out of place, the spots where he had, for a lack of a better word, 'bounced'.
Sunstreaker rolled onto his pedes, noting the lesser gravity and the ease of the action. He turned on the spot, assessing the horizon and surroundings, then looked up at the atmosphere, but when he adjusted his optics to see the stars through the hazy orangey ozone, he could not match the star alignments to anywhere he had been before. He huffed, a movement catching the corner of his optic, and he looked around to see Thundercracker. The jet was standing somewhat gingerly, clearly worse for wear than the frontliner, and Sunstreaker found himself smirking.
With the frontliner's attention on him, he found himself at a loss of what to do. He couldn't fly, could barely tell that the mech was there as he was having to use his optics to keep everything in place, everything hurt and his mood had taken an abrupt downturn the moment he'd had a moment to think outside of the battle. When Sunstreaker smirked, he scowled. "I don't suppose you have a reset button for today?"
"Much as I would like to say yes. No. But look on the bright side... you get to spend quality time with Me. For Primus knows how long. Don't suppose you recognise where the frag we are... or have any idea HOW we got here?" Sunstreaker crossed his arms, looking around at the trails left by their crash landing and sauntering down the slope of the dune he'd found himself on. He admitted he kind of liked the lightness in his step. It reminded him of Cybertron's lesser gravity to earth, but this was even less than that. He knew with the planet surface and lack of g-force it would be slag to try and drive or even fight on this planet, so he made no threatening moves towards the Decepticon.
He glanced about again, gauging. His less damaged wing flicked erratically, trying to pinpoint Sunstreaker unsuccessfully and he involuntarily stepped back, suppressing his flinch as he rocked back onto his thruster. "Mars if I'm correct. The soil is right according to the data the humans have." He clicked his mouth shut and gave Sunstreaker a once over, looking for any major damage. Other than looking like he'd survived an explosion, he couldn't see anything.
Sunstreaker started at that revelation, looking around again before making a noise of incredulity and smacking his own forehelm... which he regretted somewhat, but did not flinch. "UGH! Of course! Frag, I shoulda recognised this... I've seen that many slagging human sci-fi's, but those humans always speculate and add stuff that couldn't possible live here... like algaes and plants and little green goo-monster things." Sunstreaker turned and appraised the seeker with an even expression. "Hnn. You're not doin' so well huh? Bet Hook's gonna be fragged off when we get back."
He inclined his head slightly and then did a full framed flinch as his sensors all came online at once. He offlined his optics with a grimace and quickly set off lines of code to adjust to the vastly different atmosphere and finally he was able to see Sunstreaker with his wing. He onlined his optics again, having said nothing, but returned to simply watching the other.
"Not that Ratchet isn't going to be fragged at me. But he'll probably wear out his vocaliser on Sides first." Sunstreaker snickered to himself, strolling towards the area Thundercracker had come to rest. He didn't look at the flier or walk straight towards him, his optics were fixed on the terrain beyond them. About ten metres from the point where the jet had stopped was a drop, and he looked over it cautiously, whistling.
"That's quite a drop. You're one lucky seeker 'Cracker. Any more inertia and youd've gone straight over this cliff. Some nasty looking rocks down there."
He slowly turned to follow Sunstreaker, facing him, and he lightly stepped after the mech. He was quite thankful for the lesser gravity, but he was more thankful for having had the opportunity to snag his energon ration and down it before the battle. He hadn't actually used his harmonics in that fight and it was allowing his self repair to get to work on the minor damage. His wing - and likely his thrusters - would have to be fixed by someone else, but the rest of it wasn't that major. He was grateful for his luck as Sunstreaker pointed out, once he saw the drop he had mentioned. He stared for a bit before suddenly realizing he was rather close to the other mech and backing off several steps again. "Not the nastiest thing by any stretch of the imagination." He eyed Sunstreaker pointedly.
Sunstreaker smirked when the jet gave him a pointed look and didn't miss the slighting in his words. He also didn't fail to notice how Thundercracker checked himself and realise he was rather close. Sunstreaker, however, had no intentions of attacking the other if possible while on the planet... but the jet didn't know that, so he could have his fun.
"Given the state of you now though, it sure as frag wouldn't have helped. Even in low gravity like this, jagged rocks like that could knock some stuff seriously out of alignment."
Thundercracker raised an optic ridge and turned to look at his rather gimped wing and then back to Sunstreaker. "You're right," he snipped. "It could have been worse - I for one don't actually like contemplating it." He folded his arms in front of his chassis defiantly.
"See, there you go, now you can look on the bright side. On the downside though, we're now stuck here for pit knows how long with nothing to do." Sunstreaker huffed and sat down on the edge of the cliff-face, resting his chin on his servos and staring off into the ravine beneath them.
Thundercracker stared at Sunstreaker for a moment longer before settling down where he was, far enough away from the edge of the cliff to feel comfortable. It wasn't that he was afraid of heights (he was a Seeker), but if the ground gave way, he had no way of preventing his fall in his current state. He looked around in interest for a bit before the scenery managed to lose his attention and he turned it to the rather battered form of his current companion. Looking closely he could almost tell what color he had been originally. Now however he looked more like his brother with the Martian dust settling on his charred paintjob. Thundercracker thought for a moment how it really could be Sideswipe but then decided that he'd have been laid out flat on his back-no. Not going there.
Sunstreaker could see Thundercracker's optics out of the corner of his view, and as the red optics lingered on his form for longer than a passing glance, he smirked slightly. "Liking the view?"
If there was one form of entertainment he could always enjoy, it was Seeker taunting.
Thundercracker opted to go with the first thought that popped into his processor. "You look like your brother." Of course, it wasn't the most intelligent thing he'd ever said, what with the two of them sharing similar builds, but it was the truth. Sunstreaker was currently more red than yellow and it was highly distracting.
Sunstreaker actually looked straight at Thundercracker, slightly confused by his answer. He tilted his helm. "I'd like to say 'duh, we're twins', but given the usual comments are 'you don't look very alike for split-sparks'.... I have to ask where you're coming from there."
He raised a hand to gesture at him, "You're covered in dust, which is red." His optics glittered in amusement; he knew the stories of how vain the yellow twin was (and heard the shouts of indignity on the field). He leaned back and propped himself up with his other hand, letting the gesturing one rest on a bent knee joint. "I've always thought you two were similar, now even more so."
Sunstreaker glared suspiciously at the seeker as he inspected his frame, haughtily brushing the rusty coloured dust from his formerly gleaming golden plating with some distaste. "Red is NOT my colour, despite the fact it matches well, and if it didn't, I wouldn't let Sideswipe be seen offline in it, let alone anywhere near me. And am I to take that as a veiled insult of some sort? I'm not exactly clear on your specific opinions of me and my brother. Other than the obvious, being on opposing factions."
His amusement didn't falter in the slightest. "Now with the yellow-gold-whatever showing, you look like you've got bits of sunshine streaking through the red haze." He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but it was better than simply staring at the Autobot.
Sunstreaker stopped his servo mid-swipe on his chassis, glaring coldly at the amused Jet. "You... did NOT just say that. You. A Decepticon. Did not just make an observation about how I embody the picture of daylight through dust."
Sunstreaker flopped gracefully (as always) onto his back and covered his faceplate with his servos. "That's it. I'm not on Mars. I'm passed out in a crater with an unconscious you, and this is some fragged up nightmare. I'm not getting out of here until Ratchet puts me back together. That is the only explanation that makes this make sense."
Thundercracker let his laughter break free. "Unfortunately for you, you are still in my charming company." He chuckled. "Am I not allowed to make remarks like that? I was simply being honest." He shuffled over so he was looking down at Sunstreaker from above his helm."Honestly."
"But you're a Con! Con's don't think about poetic imagery! Unless it's to do with poetically killing something!" Sunstreaker said vehemently in frustration, flailing his arms a little to emphasise his point and glaring accusingly up at Thundercracker as if he'd broken a rule of some sort.
He cocked an optic ridge as he leaned out of the way of flailing appendages. "What do you think we do in our spare time?" He inquired dryly. "Not all of us are plotting to diabolically overthrow megalomaniac-tyrants."
"I know that, but I don't see ANY of you trying to NOT slag up the more picturesque parts of planet earth. I didn't think any of you cared enough about that stuff to even be able to recognise it, let alone reference it in relation to my paint colour through Martian soil." Sunstreaker frowned up at Thundercracker, more confused than angry. He really was starting to think this absurd situation had to be an unconscious hallucination due to injuries.
Thundercracker shifted uncomfortably and looked away across the landscape. He didn't say anything in return; instead he chose to move back to his previous location away from the Autobot. He was more than pleased he wasn't being shot at or ridden like an untamed and angered equine, but the conversation topic was a little uncomfortable.
Sunstreaker watched the jet walk away without a word and his confusion only grew. "See? This HAS to be a hallucination. This doesn't make any sense. Dammit, Ratchet better fix me quickly, I'm going to go nuts in my own processor" Sunstreaker groaned, rubbing at a helm fin and sprawling.
He snorted. "If I'm hallucinating too, then we're linked - though why one of us would choose Mars for a mindscape, I haven't the foggiest idea." He gave the frontliner another once over, settled back into the dust and pulled out a datapad. And began reading.
Sunstreaker grunted, rolling onto his front and resting his helm on an arm, watching the jet for a moment to see what he was doing. "Could be me. TV does weird things to the subconscious. Wouldn't be the first time I've dreamt about being on another planet I have no link to. But that was a fictional one. Dammit, hallucinations like this usually only happen when a mech gets so slagged they need to retreat from frame input sequences... and if we're in the same one, probably means when we crashed our systems got fused somehow. Frag... Ratchet better make sure I don't have any of you left stuck to me when we wake up. That blue isn't bad with my gold, but with my black accents it isn't something I'd be seen OUT in."
He didn't bother looking up from the datapad, simply flicked it over to a new page. "If I was in your subconscious, why the frag would I allow myself to be injured?" He knew the answer was something along the lines of 'not believing he wasn't in a mindscape and thus couldn't not be injured' but he didn't really care.
"How am I supposed to know? You seekers have different systems setups, maybe your sub-conscious lets you know your fragged in the real world by coding you as fragged in your mind construct. This still doesn't make any sense. You steered into an explosion, we both lost motor control, and then somehow we're on MARS? Tell me how that makes any real world sense whatsoever given we weren't anywhere near a space-bridge."
Frowning, Sunstreaker began idly drawing his index finger through the dust before him, drawing deftly.
He looked up to point out, "Your crazy engineer brought back dinosaurs - how am I supposed to know? The explosion was behind your lines so I'm guessing this is his fault." The drawing in the dust caught his attention and he saved where he was in the datapad and put it away, choosing to watch him instead. It was a different style than what he did.
Sunstreaker glared at the dust in which he continued to draw, pausing momentarily before resuming. "You do have a point there. Wheeljack has been known to do crazier things. He didn't bring dinosaurs back though, but he probably wanted to... thankfully I think Optimus would have waylaid that idea. If they died out, then it was for a reason. Bringing them back, while it might have been fun... I mean, some of them would make pretty cool pets... it would be too much of a hassle logistics wise. Heh. Probably freeze up old Prowler's brain with illogicalness on a regular basis too." He smirked into his servo, starting to draw dinosaurs, oblivious to the jet observing.
He chuckled a little at the comment about the tactician and shook his head. "I was talking about the Dinobots." He didn't agree with the idea of it being a good idea to have them as pets though, not that he'd ever thought a pet was a good idea. It was hard enough to take care of himself and his wingmates. With the thought of wings, he leaned over and drew a couple of quick, but anatomically correct wings on the nearest dinosaur. Mainly just to see what Sunstreaker would do with him invading on his 'territory'.
Sunstreaker's servo stalled, and he stared at the jet's addition for a moment before continuing on with the raptor he had been working on. "Your style is a bit stiff. Very correct, but not very personal." The comment was off-handed, but internally he was struggling with what to make of the seeker's sudden expressions of artistic knowledge.
He shrugged a little and backed off some, taking a critic's view of Sunstreaker's work. He wasn't going to say anything, was just trying to independently see the differences between his own and Sunstreaker's. The end result was speaking in a rather flat, impersonal tone. "I let the medium become the extra flair and use exactness to enhance the images."
Sunstreaker took in the comment and nodded sagely. "A Mediumist. Never met many of those before the war. Kind of an old style, but not a bad concept." He dragged his digits through his work, erasing the image before laying his palm flat and smoothing the dust, starting again. "You train in that style or self taught?"
Thundercracker briefly shuttered his optics. "Uh, self-taught?" His one wing flicked. "I didn't know it had a name." Watching Sunstreaker start to draw again, he slowly stretched his legs out and gingerly laid himself down on his back next to the other mech. His self-repair had mostly finished and the only points of pain--as he'd expected--were his one wing and his thrusters. He switched his gaze up to the atmosphere above them. "I actually used to own one of your pieces."
Sunstreaker gave a soft smile as he started a new drawing, this time of earth avians. Big birds in flight, drawn at angles which showed off his favourites lines in the creatures form. "There's a term for every form of art made. Cybertron has existed so long that nothing has been left unexplored artistically except where some theory hasn't been able to be practically realised. You're bound to fall into a few categories without trying."
When Thundercracker admitted to owning his work, Sunstreaker's finger didn't just stall, it jerked in surprise. His helm whipped around and he stared in mild surprise at the jet for a few nanos before he found his voice again. "Oh... which one?"
He didn't notice Sunstreaker's expression, though he knew he'd stopped drawing. "Wing's Window." He folded his arms across his cockpit before admitting, "It cost me a fortune considering what I made back then."
Sunstreaker's face fell into a soft smile-smirk as he recalled the piece. "That one was a favourite in the show at Vox... and that'd be Sideswipe for you. He was good at making a living for us. I had... I was well enough known back then, but my reputation was a frag load bigger than my credit balance. Art isn't exactly a stable or well paying way of earning creds."
Thundercracker snorted. "Don't I know it. Making a living when you're a Seeker's bad enough, unless you're on the active list, being an artist is worse." He slid his gaze sideways to look at Sunstreaker, wishing somewhat that he could go back to that harder, but more fulfilling time.
Sunstreaker frowned vaguely. "When did you first start making art yourself?"
"Don't remember." He replied promptly, which was true. His memory was glitched from before a certain time frame, not from an event that had happened at the time, but from a virus. "And I stopped long before the war started."
Sunstreaker, for some reason he couldn't quite fathom, found himself... disappointed by the revelation that the jet had stopped practicing. He understood perfectly well, but all the same. He looked away, his own memories of what the war had forced him to stop doing... and the things it had made him START to do... flitting through his meta.
"Yea... war tends to screw that up anyway. Among other things."
There was something in the Autobot's tone that made him add, "I've never lost the tools. I just don't have anything to work with, nor a space to do it. 'Warp kind of makes that impossible."
He shifted and frowned before sitting up with an exhale. "I know it's rather counterproductive to ask you of this, but would you mind shoving my wing back into place?"
Sunstreaker nodded. No, the ability was never lost... just the will. The inspiration. The thing humans sometimes called a 'muse'.
He canted his helm at the jet, looking over the wing and grimacing slightly. "Well... if you really want, I can try. I'm good at pulling them out of whack, not really practiced at putting them back INTO place, but if you're desperate..." He shrugged, sitting up.
"It's just out of place," he repeated, doing his best not to tense up with the very idea of one of the twins that close to his wings, especially after that statement. "You don't have to - it's..." He trailed off, deciding what he was trying to say was rather pointless.
Sunstreaker rolled his optics and shuffled forward, laying his servos carefully on the wing and inspecting the area where it joined his chassis with a small frown. "No point asking and then saying 'you don't have to'. I know I don't have to. But what fun is a jet with a handicap?" He smirked slightly, figuring out from sight what the seeker had been talking about. His glossa poked out between his denta as he moved the wing slowly, lining it up at just the right angle before jerking it in one sharp motion a sharp crack resounding as it popped back into it's joint.
He hissed, mainly to distract himself as his wing was forcefully realigned. There really was no other way to do it, even with a medic and no 'Con medic would have wasted an anaesthetic for something as simple as a wing out of place. Even though it hurt, he flicked his wing in relief, grateful to have the two moving properly again. "Thank you." He didn't turn, though he did look over his shoulder at the Autobot behind him. "Injured jets are fun to aggravate," he pointed out, fully aware that Sunstreaker probably already knew that.
Sunstreaker stepped back, brushing more dust off himself and tilting his helm. "Did you just say thank you? I didn't know that word was even in Decepticon programming" He snickered and strolled over to look down at the cliff edge again, wondering if he could spot some other kinds of impromptu drawing materials like mineral veins or smooth rockfaces. "And it's more fun to aggravate something that can then make for an even sparring partner. Not that I'm much in the mood for that, but give it a few cycles."
"I'm a hallucination, remember?" He teased as Sunstreaker walked off. He waited until the mech was somewhat distracted before attempting to use his harmonics to scan the ground, see what was there. He was surprised to have an alert pop up that he had dismissed earlier that informed him his harmonics were offline. He scowled at that and then looked around. Sunstreaker had reminded him that they were on opposing factions and his weapons were missing off his arms, but he couldn't see them either.
He decided not to point that little fact out to the other. "What are you in the mood for?"
Sunstreaker shrugged, kicking some stones down into the gorge jus to watch them rattle down the cliff in an oddly light way to what he was used to on earth. "I dunno... TV and high grade would be nice. Neither of those things here. Toss the minibot might be fun, but, again, none of them here. Beyond that? If I'm here long enough I might just decide self-gratification is in order," he snickered again, wondering if he could gross the jet out. He'd never tried to see how squeamish Thundercracker was, it would be fun to test.
He could tell that he wasn't completely serious, well all but the last one seemed pretty honest. "Mind if I watch?" He did his best to keep his tone completely casual. He'd never admit it to Skywarp, but when the teleporter brought others back to their quarters and Thundercracker walked in on them, he always got a certain thrill out of it. He didn't go out of his way to watch others, the idea of being caught watching was not one he liked to entertain.
Sunstreaker was slightly disappointed that he got no negative reaction for his comment. So he did what any self respecting Lamborghini twin would do and pushed it further.
"Oh? A voyeur are we? Maybe I could turn it into performance art. Could even make it audience participation. If, that is, the thought of getting down and dirty with a grounder doesn't sicken you too much," he teased, wondering too just how loyal to the Decepticons Thundercracker was.
He executed a perfectly practiced nonchalant shrug, but his optics glittered in interest. "You sound rather enthused about the prospect. Not worried about 'fraternizing with the enemy'? Aren't you already under suspicion for being a Decepticon sympathizer?"
"Pffff. Megatron is an idiot and his ideals are retarded. I've told him that to his face-plate, whatever else anyone thinks is their problem. Fraternizing? Frag, I've jumped on your back and wrestled you don't so many times it wouldn't make that much difference if I did it for a frag or in battle. If I'm bored, a 'face is a 'face. Only question is, are you any good at it? I mean, I know seekers are supposed to have reputations, but there's always rumour breakers."
Which meant no, there was no way to ensure that Sunstreaker couldn't use this as blackmail on him. Sunstreaker may not have been a sympathizer, but Thundercracker was under enough suspicion for it as it were. He hummed his systems in thought to what the twin thought was the more important question. "I cannot say either way." He smirked in a rather self-depreciating way, "I don't 'get out much'. You'd have to find that out yourself."
"Oh?..." Now Sunstreaker was really intrigued. Which was dangerous, because when he was intrigued, the mech at the centre of his attention tended to find themselves in a precarious position with his impulsive side. He strode forward, his movements somewhat predatory. "Well well, a Seeker that understates himself...and was that..." He got in the blue jet's personal space, optics fixed intensely on the other's red orbs. "... an invitation?"
TBC in post 2
http://death-hendry.livejournal.com/40099.html
As usual, this i an ongoing RP, don't know how far it'll go past a part 2, but there will be a part 2 XD