tformers100 Ate My Brain
So I got sucked into the tformers100 community by lurkerlynne (I still maintain it's all her fault for showing me the link) and I ended up signing up to do two prompt tables: the Weather one for BW Airazor and the War one for BW Dinobot. I figure that since I've already given into my geeky childhood obsession I should at least get some practice writing about my two favorite characters. ;) So here's the first Airazor ficlet.
Title: The Difference
Fandom: Beast Wars
Table(s): Weather
Prompt: #1: Rain
Rating: G
Character(s): Airazor, (with a side order of: Cheetor, Rhinox, Rattrap, Dinobot, and Optimus Primal
Summary: There are times when Airazor is keenly aware of the differences between herself and the other Maximals.
Notes: I'm following the info in the BW prequel comic 'Dawn of Future's Past' in which Airazor and Tigatron both had lives on Cybertron but lost their memories when they were injured saving the Axalon right before the ship went through the timewarp at the begining of the series.
“So what do you guys miss most about Cybertron?” Cheetor asked. They were all gathered in the Axalon’s control room more out of boredom than out of any real desire to socialize. The Predacons had been remarkable quiet for the past two weeks and Airazor had taken the opportunity to return to base to deliver Tigatron’s report from his observation post in the north.
She had arrived just in time to avoid getting soaked by a sudden downpour. She should have remembered that this time of year was considered the region’s rainy season. The weather had the added effect of keeping everyone inside as it was miserable enough that no one wanted to go out unless they had to.
“Peaceful neighbors,” Rhinox grumbled, giving the piece of machinery he was repairing - damaged in the last Predacon attack - a solid thump for emphasis.
“Heh, don’t we all, Big Green?” Rattrap asked rhetorically, “Me? I miss a good mug of high-grade an’ girls wi’ no hang-ups dat know how t’ have a good time.”
“Such pointless reminiscing is foolish,” Dinobot hissed, giving Rattrap a disdainful glare, “It only distracts us from the goal of defeating Megatron and winning the Beast Wars.”
“Aw come on Dinobot, there has to be something you miss about back home,” Cheetor wheedled. Airazor had to admire the kid’s bravery if not his sense in pestering the ill-tempered Dinobot.
“Eh, Chomperface’s just sayin’ dat ‘cause everyone knows Predacons don’ know how to enjoy anythin’,” Rattrap snickered.
Dinobot growled but before things could escalate Optimus intervened, “Enough, Rattrap,” he said warningly, giving the small Maximal a hard look.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Boss Monkey,” Rattrap grumbled.
“The gladiator pits in the Predacon sectors were…stimulating,” Dinobot said abruptly. Airazor could see his optics dart back and forth and knew that the ex-Predacon wasn’t being entirely truthful, but at least it was an answer.
“Go figure the only thing a Pred would miss is killin’ other bots,” Rattrap interjected.
Airazor sat back in her chair, content to listen to the conversation without being a part of it. Cheetor didn’t ask her, of course, because he knew she had no memory of Cybertron nor anything else before her emergence from her stasis pod here on this planet. She sometimes got flashbacks of flying free in space and a ship called the Chromia 10 but they were all so terribly disjoined Airazor wasn’t even sure if they were real or a product of her imagination.
There were times like these when Airazor was forcibly aware of the differences between her and Tigatron, and the rest of the Maximals. The others, Cheetor, Optimus they had a history and a home to hold onto, something to fight for. What did she have?
But she stayed silent, listening with amusement as the conversation degenerated into an insulting match between Dinobot and Rattrap while the rain drummed loudly on the metal roof of the ship.
She didn’t want to rain on their parade.
Title: The Difference
Fandom: Beast Wars
Table(s): Weather
Prompt: #1: Rain
Rating: G
Character(s): Airazor, (with a side order of: Cheetor, Rhinox, Rattrap, Dinobot, and Optimus Primal
Summary: There are times when Airazor is keenly aware of the differences between herself and the other Maximals.
Notes: I'm following the info in the BW prequel comic 'Dawn of Future's Past' in which Airazor and Tigatron both had lives on Cybertron but lost their memories when they were injured saving the Axalon right before the ship went through the timewarp at the begining of the series.
“So what do you guys miss most about Cybertron?” Cheetor asked. They were all gathered in the Axalon’s control room more out of boredom than out of any real desire to socialize. The Predacons had been remarkable quiet for the past two weeks and Airazor had taken the opportunity to return to base to deliver Tigatron’s report from his observation post in the north.
She had arrived just in time to avoid getting soaked by a sudden downpour. She should have remembered that this time of year was considered the region’s rainy season. The weather had the added effect of keeping everyone inside as it was miserable enough that no one wanted to go out unless they had to.
“Peaceful neighbors,” Rhinox grumbled, giving the piece of machinery he was repairing - damaged in the last Predacon attack - a solid thump for emphasis.
“Heh, don’t we all, Big Green?” Rattrap asked rhetorically, “Me? I miss a good mug of high-grade an’ girls wi’ no hang-ups dat know how t’ have a good time.”
“Such pointless reminiscing is foolish,” Dinobot hissed, giving Rattrap a disdainful glare, “It only distracts us from the goal of defeating Megatron and winning the Beast Wars.”
“Aw come on Dinobot, there has to be something you miss about back home,” Cheetor wheedled. Airazor had to admire the kid’s bravery if not his sense in pestering the ill-tempered Dinobot.
“Eh, Chomperface’s just sayin’ dat ‘cause everyone knows Predacons don’ know how to enjoy anythin’,” Rattrap snickered.
Dinobot growled but before things could escalate Optimus intervened, “Enough, Rattrap,” he said warningly, giving the small Maximal a hard look.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Boss Monkey,” Rattrap grumbled.
“The gladiator pits in the Predacon sectors were…stimulating,” Dinobot said abruptly. Airazor could see his optics dart back and forth and knew that the ex-Predacon wasn’t being entirely truthful, but at least it was an answer.
“Go figure the only thing a Pred would miss is killin’ other bots,” Rattrap interjected.
Airazor sat back in her chair, content to listen to the conversation without being a part of it. Cheetor didn’t ask her, of course, because he knew she had no memory of Cybertron nor anything else before her emergence from her stasis pod here on this planet. She sometimes got flashbacks of flying free in space and a ship called the Chromia 10 but they were all so terribly disjoined Airazor wasn’t even sure if they were real or a product of her imagination.
There were times like these when Airazor was forcibly aware of the differences between her and Tigatron, and the rest of the Maximals. The others, Cheetor, Optimus they had a history and a home to hold onto, something to fight for. What did she have?
But she stayed silent, listening with amusement as the conversation degenerated into an insulting match between Dinobot and Rattrap while the rain drummed loudly on the metal roof of the ship.
She didn’t want to rain on their parade.