New year, New drabbles
A few more Drabbles down the road to my first Mission_Insane table.
Title: iSpy
Setting: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Jazz
Summary: Out on a mission Jazz muses on his job
Spy, Jazz stretched carefully, a job that implies a life of constant excitement and danger; he froze as a rock bounced down the slope a yard from him. Danger maybe He took a firmer grip on his gun but they kind forgot ta mention the orns of sitting so still ya lock up. He spotted the organic animal that had triggered the rock fall, spyin’s mostly about not getting’ seen while ya try not ta die o’ boredom, laser fire splattered about him and he abandoned his watch and fled, with moments o’ tryin’ not ta get killed by t’ other side!
Title: Lonely in a crowd
Setting: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Jazz
Summary: Private thoughts on a hidden secret
Lonely is not a word most mechs would use in describing me. Then most mechs don’t stop ta realise that I don’t, I can’t trust anymech. Not even Prime, hazard of being in ops ya learn the real hard way not ta trust casual acquaintances. And most o’ this lot I don’t know any better than that, so I dance round ‘em, smile at and laugh with ‘em. But the smile don’t reach ma optics, and inside ma head the laugh rings hollow, a beautiful irony that as the most sociable mech on th’ Ark I’m also the loneliest mech.
Title: Colours of my life
Setting: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Jazz
Summary: Jazz contemplates the significance of the colour of a scrap of ribbon
The colour of rejoicing in one century, the colour of patient waiting in another, a colour of hope, of protest, of honour. The ragged torn end flutters bright in my hands, buttercup yellow, fading a bit now with age but still showing its true colour.
I smile sadly at the memory of its giver, “I’ll keep it till those I wait for come home Prowl.”
And I’ll go with then I add silently I’ve lost too much to stay here. Hope for tomorrow, protest at yesterday and maybe honour or one day true rejoicing? All held in a yellow ribbon
Title: Final fall
Setting: G1
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Boom
Summary: Boom makes one last burning flight and the Riders move in to take revenge.
They saw him burn, so fast and steep was his fall; the darkness was banished by the light of his death. Like a meteor breaking up he shed his bomb load creating a trail of explosions that shook the air, raining one final shower of destruction upon those who had once been his faction mates. Those who were now his faction stood impassive and watched as his burning form went dark, then they stalked forward, in defiance of orders seeking vengeance for their bright, burning meteor who lived up to his name by bringing devastation to all who opposed him
Title: iSpy
Setting: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Jazz
Summary: Out on a mission Jazz muses on his job
Spy, Jazz stretched carefully, a job that implies a life of constant excitement and danger; he froze as a rock bounced down the slope a yard from him. Danger maybe He took a firmer grip on his gun but they kind forgot ta mention the orns of sitting so still ya lock up. He spotted the organic animal that had triggered the rock fall, spyin’s mostly about not getting’ seen while ya try not ta die o’ boredom, laser fire splattered about him and he abandoned his watch and fled, with moments o’ tryin’ not ta get killed by t’ other side!
Title: Lonely in a crowd
Setting: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Jazz
Summary: Private thoughts on a hidden secret
Lonely is not a word most mechs would use in describing me. Then most mechs don’t stop ta realise that I don’t, I can’t trust anymech. Not even Prime, hazard of being in ops ya learn the real hard way not ta trust casual acquaintances. And most o’ this lot I don’t know any better than that, so I dance round ‘em, smile at and laugh with ‘em. But the smile don’t reach ma optics, and inside ma head the laugh rings hollow, a beautiful irony that as the most sociable mech on th’ Ark I’m also the loneliest mech.
Title: Colours of my life
Setting: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Jazz
Summary: Jazz contemplates the significance of the colour of a scrap of ribbon
The colour of rejoicing in one century, the colour of patient waiting in another, a colour of hope, of protest, of honour. The ragged torn end flutters bright in my hands, buttercup yellow, fading a bit now with age but still showing its true colour.
I smile sadly at the memory of its giver, “I’ll keep it till those I wait for come home Prowl.”
And I’ll go with then I add silently I’ve lost too much to stay here. Hope for tomorrow, protest at yesterday and maybe honour or one day true rejoicing? All held in a yellow ribbon
Title: Final fall
Setting: G1
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Boom
Summary: Boom makes one last burning flight and the Riders move in to take revenge.
They saw him burn, so fast and steep was his fall; the darkness was banished by the light of his death. Like a meteor breaking up he shed his bomb load creating a trail of explosions that shook the air, raining one final shower of destruction upon those who had once been his faction mates. Those who were now his faction stood impassive and watched as his burning form went dark, then they stalked forward, in defiance of orders seeking vengeance for their bright, burning meteor who lived up to his name by bringing devastation to all who opposed him