Speedwriting Fill (Old Prompt): The Harder They Fall
Title: The Harder They Fall
Warnings: Violence, death, gore, non head-canon compliant Twins.
Rating: T+
Continuity: AU
Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Prowl, Unnamed Seekers
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: August 9, 2014, Prompt 5: “The higher they fly, the harder they fall.”
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker spun around in a deadly dance, mechs falling before their swords like crops before the scythe. They both wore wicked grins on their energon-spattered faces.
This was where they were strong. This was where they excelled. Where they flew.
Literally.
::Sunstreaker! Sideswipe!:: Prowl’s voice called over the comms. Normally, he didn’t bother contacting them, knowing that they’d be in the thickest of the fighting and be taking care of more Decepticons than ten other soldiers. So when he called, they listened. :: Seekers incoming! Get to high ground!::
They listened because he would direct them to the even heavier fighting. Where they could really make a difference. He directed them to save the army. They went where he put them because they knew there’d be glory and stories after.
They twisted their way out of the center line of combat, transforming and speeding over the trampled and crushed terrain, to the ruins of some once-towering buildings nearby. They spun and flipped their way up the scarred and pitted side of the building, their rocket packs helping them make longer jumps when their legs weren’t powerful enough to get them within reach. The top of the building was scorched and cracked, treacherous, but they charged across it without worry.
The Seekers were within view. So close, close enough that one more high-powered rocket jump would get them within touching distance.
So that’s what they did. The warrior Twins launched themselves off the edge of the roof, rocket packs shooting them upwards.
Sideswipe reached the first Seeker. Clawed fingertips dug deep into sensitive wing components, and the flier let out a warbling screech. The red Twin grinned in twisted pleasure at the feel of wet energon on his fingers.
His momentum carried him upwards, over the back of the Seeker. His other hand came down, digging into aerilons, holding him to the Seeker’s back and preventing the components from moving. The Seeker’s movement was restricted. He couldn’t compensate for the extra weight. His nose edged downwards, toward the ground. Sideswipe jerked to the left, jerkily guiding the Seeker’s descent so that he would impact on his own faction members.
One more swift movement -- a sharp, downward plunge of his hand, deep into the inner workings of the Seeker, followed smoothly by a fast rip upwards, wires and lines trailing in its gory wake -- Sideswipe launched himself from the back of the Seeker, firing up his jetpack to tackle another as the first he had disabled tumbled to his fiery death on the ground.
In the little time it had taken him to do this, Sunstreaker had tackled another Seeker midair, sending him tumbling backwards, crashing into one of his trinemate’s wings, tearing it off and sending the trinemate falling through the sky. Sunstreaker unsheathed one sword and plunged it straight through the Seeker’s chassis. Spark energy danced in bright shocks along its length as he drove it deeper. When the light died down and the Seeker’s frame began to gray, the yellow Twin pulled the blade free and pushed the falling corpse away from him before rocketing back upwards.
Sideswipe watched from his position astride another Seeker as his brother dug sharp claws into the underbelly of yet another flier. The flier’s nose swung upwards and thrusters roared as the Seeker soared into the sky. Higher and higher he flew, Sunstreaker still clinging to his belly.
The red Twin, now far below, reached out along the bond the two shared.
~No worries, Sides,~ Sunstreaker said in reply to the mental poke. ~You know the rule.~
Sideswipe grinned as he refocused on his current conquest and recited with his brother:
~The higher they fly, the harder they fall.~
Sure enough, moments later, the damaged and mangled Seeker fell, beautiful ribbons of energon trailing through the air after him, sparks dancing along his dying frame. He crashed into the ground and an enormous explosion rippled around him, adding more flaming, red light to the already eerily lit battlefield.
Warnings: Violence, death, gore, non head-canon compliant Twins.
Rating: T+
Continuity: AU
Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Prowl, Unnamed Seekers
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Prompt: August 9, 2014, Prompt 5: “The higher they fly, the harder they fall.”
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker spun around in a deadly dance, mechs falling before their swords like crops before the scythe. They both wore wicked grins on their energon-spattered faces.
This was where they were strong. This was where they excelled. Where they flew.
Literally.
::Sunstreaker! Sideswipe!:: Prowl’s voice called over the comms. Normally, he didn’t bother contacting them, knowing that they’d be in the thickest of the fighting and be taking care of more Decepticons than ten other soldiers. So when he called, they listened. :: Seekers incoming! Get to high ground!::
They listened because he would direct them to the even heavier fighting. Where they could really make a difference. He directed them to save the army. They went where he put them because they knew there’d be glory and stories after.
They twisted their way out of the center line of combat, transforming and speeding over the trampled and crushed terrain, to the ruins of some once-towering buildings nearby. They spun and flipped their way up the scarred and pitted side of the building, their rocket packs helping them make longer jumps when their legs weren’t powerful enough to get them within reach. The top of the building was scorched and cracked, treacherous, but they charged across it without worry.
The Seekers were within view. So close, close enough that one more high-powered rocket jump would get them within touching distance.
So that’s what they did. The warrior Twins launched themselves off the edge of the roof, rocket packs shooting them upwards.
Sideswipe reached the first Seeker. Clawed fingertips dug deep into sensitive wing components, and the flier let out a warbling screech. The red Twin grinned in twisted pleasure at the feel of wet energon on his fingers.
His momentum carried him upwards, over the back of the Seeker. His other hand came down, digging into aerilons, holding him to the Seeker’s back and preventing the components from moving. The Seeker’s movement was restricted. He couldn’t compensate for the extra weight. His nose edged downwards, toward the ground. Sideswipe jerked to the left, jerkily guiding the Seeker’s descent so that he would impact on his own faction members.
One more swift movement -- a sharp, downward plunge of his hand, deep into the inner workings of the Seeker, followed smoothly by a fast rip upwards, wires and lines trailing in its gory wake -- Sideswipe launched himself from the back of the Seeker, firing up his jetpack to tackle another as the first he had disabled tumbled to his fiery death on the ground.
In the little time it had taken him to do this, Sunstreaker had tackled another Seeker midair, sending him tumbling backwards, crashing into one of his trinemate’s wings, tearing it off and sending the trinemate falling through the sky. Sunstreaker unsheathed one sword and plunged it straight through the Seeker’s chassis. Spark energy danced in bright shocks along its length as he drove it deeper. When the light died down and the Seeker’s frame began to gray, the yellow Twin pulled the blade free and pushed the falling corpse away from him before rocketing back upwards.
Sideswipe watched from his position astride another Seeker as his brother dug sharp claws into the underbelly of yet another flier. The flier’s nose swung upwards and thrusters roared as the Seeker soared into the sky. Higher and higher he flew, Sunstreaker still clinging to his belly.
The red Twin, now far below, reached out along the bond the two shared.
~No worries, Sides,~ Sunstreaker said in reply to the mental poke. ~You know the rule.~
Sideswipe grinned as he refocused on his current conquest and recited with his brother:
~The higher they fly, the harder they fall.~
Sure enough, moments later, the damaged and mangled Seeker fell, beautiful ribbons of energon trailing through the air after him, sparks dancing along his dying frame. He crashed into the ground and an enormous explosion rippled around him, adding more flaming, red light to the already eerily lit battlefield.