[Transformers] Ghost Unit | Incandescence
Series: The Ghost Unit
Title: Incandescence (21)
Setting: IDW Transformers, inspired by the "What's Wrong with a Little Destruction" 'verse by ajremix
Note: Many thanks to rexlapinii and ajremix for beta-ing!
Summary: Longshot demonstrates how it is good to find a source of heat, when coming in from the cold...
Incandescence
"Our most important decisions are made while we are thinking about something else."
~ Mason Cooley, City Aphorisms (1985)
It had taken them longer than expected to retrieve the sniper from the planet's surface, due to the snow storm which had sprung unexpectedly shortly after the signal for recall had been detected. The meteorological conditions had gone from unpleasant to catastrophic quickly enough that all of them were on edge, worry for Longshot pushing consideration for standard landfall precautionary measures to the limits. The craft they had obtained temporary ownership of was sturdier by far than the last one, thankfully, and with luck they managed to land within a mile away from the sniper's location despite the still lingering remains of the storm buffeting them about during the landing. The extraction team had to peel Longshot out of a cocoon of ice which he'd used as protection from the harshest phase of the snowstorm, but his systems read clear and it was with some relief that they brought him back, their departure easily hidden under the still rampant panic and unrest which had taken over the planet's communication grid since the assassination of the local Decepticon military force's leader.
Their return to the temporary set-up they had established on one of the moons orbiting the planet had been executed as quickly as they dared. Longshot was nearly frozen through, joints grinding with every motion until Salvo picked him up and carried him the rest of the way, but otherwise intact and his mission an unqualified success.
Deadline was less than pleased at his condition when they delivered the sniper into his care.
"His processes are still extremely sluggish. Nothing truly dangerous obviously due to the plating and insulation we customized in consideration of the planet's erratic weather systems, but the next time he has a mission of that nature in such extreme conditions, I expect a longer margin of time to prepare him fo-" Pausing in the middle of his request, Deadline didn't move for a moment, before slowly looking down, a mystified expression replacing the annoyance which had been there ever since the sniper had been brought back.
"Deadline?" Following his gaze, Salvo grinned slightly at what he saw - only because it was safe to do so as Deadline was still looking down at his patient, rather than at him.
"The cold clearly has affected him." The surgical engineer reached down to tug at one of the limbs now firmly wrapped around him, bemusement still predominant in both expression and voice. The sniper's modified plating creaked ominously in reaction and vents cycling in a resigned sigh, Deadline shrugged slightly. "I suppose I am the closest source of heat..." With a put-upon expression the medic stopped trying to unlatch Longshot from where he'd somehow managed to settle himself and went back to his work, meticulously scanning each system and sub-system of the frozen mech's frame while prepping him up for the first of many structural integrity verification procedures.
Neither noticed the tiny smile playing along the edges of Longshot's lips as he clung a bit more tightly, faceplates safely hidden against the medic's midsection.
Title: Incandescence (21)
Setting: IDW Transformers, inspired by the "What's Wrong with a Little Destruction" 'verse by ajremix
Note: Many thanks to rexlapinii and ajremix for beta-ing!
Summary: Longshot demonstrates how it is good to find a source of heat, when coming in from the cold...
Incandescence
"Our most important decisions are made while we are thinking about something else."
~ Mason Cooley, City Aphorisms (1985)
It had taken them longer than expected to retrieve the sniper from the planet's surface, due to the snow storm which had sprung unexpectedly shortly after the signal for recall had been detected. The meteorological conditions had gone from unpleasant to catastrophic quickly enough that all of them were on edge, worry for Longshot pushing consideration for standard landfall precautionary measures to the limits. The craft they had obtained temporary ownership of was sturdier by far than the last one, thankfully, and with luck they managed to land within a mile away from the sniper's location despite the still lingering remains of the storm buffeting them about during the landing. The extraction team had to peel Longshot out of a cocoon of ice which he'd used as protection from the harshest phase of the snowstorm, but his systems read clear and it was with some relief that they brought him back, their departure easily hidden under the still rampant panic and unrest which had taken over the planet's communication grid since the assassination of the local Decepticon military force's leader.
Their return to the temporary set-up they had established on one of the moons orbiting the planet had been executed as quickly as they dared. Longshot was nearly frozen through, joints grinding with every motion until Salvo picked him up and carried him the rest of the way, but otherwise intact and his mission an unqualified success.
Deadline was less than pleased at his condition when they delivered the sniper into his care.
"His processes are still extremely sluggish. Nothing truly dangerous obviously due to the plating and insulation we customized in consideration of the planet's erratic weather systems, but the next time he has a mission of that nature in such extreme conditions, I expect a longer margin of time to prepare him fo-" Pausing in the middle of his request, Deadline didn't move for a moment, before slowly looking down, a mystified expression replacing the annoyance which had been there ever since the sniper had been brought back.
"Deadline?" Following his gaze, Salvo grinned slightly at what he saw - only because it was safe to do so as Deadline was still looking down at his patient, rather than at him.
"The cold clearly has affected him." The surgical engineer reached down to tug at one of the limbs now firmly wrapped around him, bemusement still predominant in both expression and voice. The sniper's modified plating creaked ominously in reaction and vents cycling in a resigned sigh, Deadline shrugged slightly. "I suppose I am the closest source of heat..." With a put-upon expression the medic stopped trying to unlatch Longshot from where he'd somehow managed to settle himself and went back to his work, meticulously scanning each system and sub-system of the frozen mech's frame while prepping him up for the first of many structural integrity verification procedures.
Neither noticed the tiny smile playing along the edges of Longshot's lips as he clung a bit more tightly, faceplates safely hidden against the medic's midsection.