The start of yet more challenge induced angst!
One year I promise I will write something totally un angsty for a Christmas challenge, this year is not that year.
Title: The illusion of peace
Setting: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Cosmos, Skyfire
Summary: Cosmos keep an unhappy Skyfire company in the peace of space... part 1 of 3 for the tf_rare_pairing December Challenge
No doubting it, space was free, quiet and above all peaceful Cosmos mused as he sped over the Himalaya. There were few enough of them, ‘bot or ‘con, who could reach space and the consequences of battle up here so final that a de facto, unspoken and totally deniable truce existed between them. Not so much peace on earth as peace above earth, Cosmos chuckled to himself as he dodged past a couple of defunct satellites. A sustained flare of powerful engines on the far edge of the world showed that he’d soon have company up here in the peaceful dark.
The speed of that rise into space identified the mech as Skyfire; no other mech could gain so much height so fast. Cosmos wondered idly if any of his other space faring kind knew how much he could learn from the colour and violence of their engine flame. Skyfires’ engines burned hot, white hot and furious; to any ground observer the rising shuttle must look like a shooting star. The flame burned bluer and bluer as he left the thicker atmosphere behind, getting fainter as there were fewer and fewer gases to burn or react with the un-burnt propellant. Skyfire showed no sign of settling into an earth orbit, powerful engines still straining at full burn. Cosmos sighed silently, was it too much to ask that just one year what was arguably one of mankind’s biggest holidays would pass without a over charged mech or dozen shooting off their vocalizers about a certain seeker?
Carefully orientating himself, he fired his engines hard deftly avoiding sending any of the defunct bits of space junk earthwards, one of these days he might just drop a few tons of white hot metal on the Ark in the vain hope that it’d induce a change of behaviour in the more thick armoured mechs. He caught up with his quarry just as they entered the asteroid belt; Skyfire had to slow down considerably to navigate the area while he had no such issues.
{The giants are putting up a good aurora display right now.} Cosmos sent his voice casually conversational.
There was an angry silence as they crossed the miles, Skyfire throwing himself rather recklessly between the fast moving chunks of rock. Cosmos snapped off a couple of shots at those that got too close, this was an old routine for both of them. Skyfire would work off his anger and pain dodging rock chunks and Cosmos would make sure he was still in one piece to make a safe re-entry.
Cosmos kept up a stream of bland conversation, experience had taught him that Skyfire was a social mech and needed a companion having spent so long in semi stasis under tons of ice had left him nervous of being alone but very out of touch with the changes in morals and social norms. A bad combination the always lead to tensions, it was only the fact that Skyfire hated violence and was acutely aware that his size meant that only Prime and Grimlock stood any chance of giving him a fair fight that stopped those tensions spilling over into physical violence.
Eventually Skyfire tired of playing chicken with multi ton lumps of would be planet and set a course to land on one of the larger ones, Cosmos floated down beside him gratefully. The storm was spent, having proved that here in his true element he was more than a match for any seeker in aerobatics Skyfire would now be content to enjoy the peace of space and watch the glories of the universe go past, or at least that was how Cosmos expected things to go based on past experience.
Space being a near vacuum is a silent place so the first warning they had of the micro meteor storm was the blaring of proximity alarms and the impact plumes of the vanguard. Desperately pushing his engines to the wall Cosmos dodged and weaved casting about for the edge of the storm, flinching at every impact on his hull. Spotting an overhang, he flung himself under it, transforming to make it easier for him to wiggle as far back as possible. He could only hope that Skyfire’s more powerfully built frame and engines allowed him to escape the storm without to much damage, watching the relentless rain of meteorites he reflected ruefully that perhaps the peace of space was just an illusion after all.
Title: The illusion of peace
Setting: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Cosmos, Skyfire
Summary: Cosmos keep an unhappy Skyfire company in the peace of space... part 1 of 3 for the tf_rare_pairing December Challenge
No doubting it, space was free, quiet and above all peaceful Cosmos mused as he sped over the Himalaya. There were few enough of them, ‘bot or ‘con, who could reach space and the consequences of battle up here so final that a de facto, unspoken and totally deniable truce existed between them. Not so much peace on earth as peace above earth, Cosmos chuckled to himself as he dodged past a couple of defunct satellites. A sustained flare of powerful engines on the far edge of the world showed that he’d soon have company up here in the peaceful dark.
The speed of that rise into space identified the mech as Skyfire; no other mech could gain so much height so fast. Cosmos wondered idly if any of his other space faring kind knew how much he could learn from the colour and violence of their engine flame. Skyfires’ engines burned hot, white hot and furious; to any ground observer the rising shuttle must look like a shooting star. The flame burned bluer and bluer as he left the thicker atmosphere behind, getting fainter as there were fewer and fewer gases to burn or react with the un-burnt propellant. Skyfire showed no sign of settling into an earth orbit, powerful engines still straining at full burn. Cosmos sighed silently, was it too much to ask that just one year what was arguably one of mankind’s biggest holidays would pass without a over charged mech or dozen shooting off their vocalizers about a certain seeker?
Carefully orientating himself, he fired his engines hard deftly avoiding sending any of the defunct bits of space junk earthwards, one of these days he might just drop a few tons of white hot metal on the Ark in the vain hope that it’d induce a change of behaviour in the more thick armoured mechs. He caught up with his quarry just as they entered the asteroid belt; Skyfire had to slow down considerably to navigate the area while he had no such issues.
{The giants are putting up a good aurora display right now.} Cosmos sent his voice casually conversational.
There was an angry silence as they crossed the miles, Skyfire throwing himself rather recklessly between the fast moving chunks of rock. Cosmos snapped off a couple of shots at those that got too close, this was an old routine for both of them. Skyfire would work off his anger and pain dodging rock chunks and Cosmos would make sure he was still in one piece to make a safe re-entry.
Cosmos kept up a stream of bland conversation, experience had taught him that Skyfire was a social mech and needed a companion having spent so long in semi stasis under tons of ice had left him nervous of being alone but very out of touch with the changes in morals and social norms. A bad combination the always lead to tensions, it was only the fact that Skyfire hated violence and was acutely aware that his size meant that only Prime and Grimlock stood any chance of giving him a fair fight that stopped those tensions spilling over into physical violence.
Eventually Skyfire tired of playing chicken with multi ton lumps of would be planet and set a course to land on one of the larger ones, Cosmos floated down beside him gratefully. The storm was spent, having proved that here in his true element he was more than a match for any seeker in aerobatics Skyfire would now be content to enjoy the peace of space and watch the glories of the universe go past, or at least that was how Cosmos expected things to go based on past experience.
Space being a near vacuum is a silent place so the first warning they had of the micro meteor storm was the blaring of proximity alarms and the impact plumes of the vanguard. Desperately pushing his engines to the wall Cosmos dodged and weaved casting about for the edge of the storm, flinching at every impact on his hull. Spotting an overhang, he flung himself under it, transforming to make it easier for him to wiggle as far back as possible. He could only hope that Skyfire’s more powerfully built frame and engines allowed him to escape the storm without to much damage, watching the relentless rain of meteorites he reflected ruefully that perhaps the peace of space was just an illusion after all.