The minibot bites again!
Title: Just another evening on the beach
Setting: G1
Rating: G
Characters: Seawing, Beachcomber
Summary: Just another evening on a tropical beach, with all that means in terms of wild life. For a tf_rare_pairing weekly prompt: surprising vulnerabilities. A word of warning - I only have the TF Wiki page on Seawing to go on so there may be more than a few mistakes here
He liked moonless nights up here on the surface, the darkness was his ally after all. He drifted silently and unseen up the beach and stalked out onto the dry land, his prey was out here somewhere it was just a matter of finding him. Seawing ghosted into the forest confident that he was the top predator on this speck of land right now.
He liked moonless nights, especially out here away from other people, the stars burnt brighter in the dark out here with just the crabs and insects for company. Beachcomber lay back on the sand looking up at the glories of the sky and listened with audios and spark to the songs of this world as it swirled around him and felt safe.
Seawing crouched in the edge of the forest he could hear his prey just over the dune, singing apparently to no one. He grinned darkly, this was going to be far to easy and he didn’t need to risk himself. The palm he was leaning against would give him a perfect shot, literally a shot from the dark. He climbed carefully making sure not to rustle the branches and give the game away optics focused towards the beach straining to catch the first sight of his target.
Beachcomber reached the end of an old work song and smiled a bittersweet smile at the memories of more peaceful times, and suddenly the peace of the present was shattered by a decidedly non-organic scream. Startled he rolled to his feet powering up his headlights wondering who else was out here with him, bewilderment turned to amusement as he saw Seawing half way up a palm tree backing away from something, he gave another scream of pain and fell off the trunk. Beachcomber winced at the resulting crash and again as he saw the glow of energon smearing the trunk.
Seawing got carefully to his feet, cursing his luck and froze in the bright light of his target. Through the painful glare he just made out the Autobot’s hand moving, probably for his weapon so Seawing decided that it was time to shoot first get out of there.
Beachcomber froze as the gun barrel swung in his direction, hand out stretched to help the Decepticon. “Chill dude, not gonna hurt ya.” He tried to reassure the skittish mech.
Seawing heard the autobot say something but the pain from his overwhelmed optics drowned it out, squeezing the trigger he fired off a couple of shots and wobbled as fast as he could on damaged legs into the water and down into the blissful dark.
Beachcomber watched him bemused, both shots had gone wild and scored the sand dunes. He looked back at the tree upping the light level as he tried to find what had attacked the ‘Con so viciously. Spotting nothing in the tree he walked closer and then saw it looming large and predatory in his headlights, he laughed and waived back at the robber crabs that were protesting at the sudden removal of the nice shiny thing from their tree.
“There’s a beautiful justice in this one,” Beachcomber told the chattering wildlife “a sea mech being vulnerability surprisingly ta another sea creature would have thought they built ‘em better. Mind ya, I’m not getting any closer to ya claws, kinda fond of ma energon inside me and I’m not built as tough as a sea goer” he told the still indignant crabs.
Leaving the disrupted shore line to settle down he walked back in land working out how he was going to tell Seaspray about this when his friend picked him up tomorrow.
The robber crab - for any one wanting to see exactly want bit the 'Con
Setting: G1
Rating: G
Characters: Seawing, Beachcomber
Summary: Just another evening on a tropical beach, with all that means in terms of wild life. For a tf_rare_pairing weekly prompt: surprising vulnerabilities. A word of warning - I only have the TF Wiki page on Seawing to go on so there may be more than a few mistakes here
He liked moonless nights up here on the surface, the darkness was his ally after all. He drifted silently and unseen up the beach and stalked out onto the dry land, his prey was out here somewhere it was just a matter of finding him. Seawing ghosted into the forest confident that he was the top predator on this speck of land right now.
He liked moonless nights, especially out here away from other people, the stars burnt brighter in the dark out here with just the crabs and insects for company. Beachcomber lay back on the sand looking up at the glories of the sky and listened with audios and spark to the songs of this world as it swirled around him and felt safe.
Seawing crouched in the edge of the forest he could hear his prey just over the dune, singing apparently to no one. He grinned darkly, this was going to be far to easy and he didn’t need to risk himself. The palm he was leaning against would give him a perfect shot, literally a shot from the dark. He climbed carefully making sure not to rustle the branches and give the game away optics focused towards the beach straining to catch the first sight of his target.
Beachcomber reached the end of an old work song and smiled a bittersweet smile at the memories of more peaceful times, and suddenly the peace of the present was shattered by a decidedly non-organic scream. Startled he rolled to his feet powering up his headlights wondering who else was out here with him, bewilderment turned to amusement as he saw Seawing half way up a palm tree backing away from something, he gave another scream of pain and fell off the trunk. Beachcomber winced at the resulting crash and again as he saw the glow of energon smearing the trunk.
Seawing got carefully to his feet, cursing his luck and froze in the bright light of his target. Through the painful glare he just made out the Autobot’s hand moving, probably for his weapon so Seawing decided that it was time to shoot first get out of there.
Beachcomber froze as the gun barrel swung in his direction, hand out stretched to help the Decepticon. “Chill dude, not gonna hurt ya.” He tried to reassure the skittish mech.
Seawing heard the autobot say something but the pain from his overwhelmed optics drowned it out, squeezing the trigger he fired off a couple of shots and wobbled as fast as he could on damaged legs into the water and down into the blissful dark.
Beachcomber watched him bemused, both shots had gone wild and scored the sand dunes. He looked back at the tree upping the light level as he tried to find what had attacked the ‘Con so viciously. Spotting nothing in the tree he walked closer and then saw it looming large and predatory in his headlights, he laughed and waived back at the robber crabs that were protesting at the sudden removal of the nice shiny thing from their tree.
“There’s a beautiful justice in this one,” Beachcomber told the chattering wildlife “a sea mech being vulnerability surprisingly ta another sea creature would have thought they built ‘em better. Mind ya, I’m not getting any closer to ya claws, kinda fond of ma energon inside me and I’m not built as tough as a sea goer” he told the still indignant crabs.
Leaving the disrupted shore line to settle down he walked back in land working out how he was going to tell Seaspray about this when his friend picked him up tomorrow.
The robber crab - for any one wanting to see exactly want bit the 'Con