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It feels like it's been a long time since I last wrote Perceptor. I know, technically, that it hasn't even been a week, but still. Probably just the fact that I've written so much other stuff since I last did... *sighs* I know I told
kirin_saga that I'd work on sparkling!Perceptor next, and I still might, but I really, really want some TopspinxTwinTwist. And, unless I'm totally missing something (which I might be), then I'll probably have to write it myself to get it out of my system. So, we'll just have to see.
Anyway, here we have an event mentioned briefly way back in the very first chapter! This, people, is Perceptor's very first meeting with the Wreckers! *cheers* Not much to say, other than the fact that this bunny has actually been in my head since I first began this series.
Title: Close Drabblings Of The Third Kind (09/??)
Characters: Perceptor, Topspin, Springer, Whirl
Pairings: Fledgling SpringerxPerceptor
Summary: Perceptor's detatchment gets decimated. Oh, and he meets the Wreckers.
Disclaimer: Don't own, is annoyed with having to say this every chapter.
Author's Note: No, I really can't write Perceptor and the Wreckers without throwing in a hint at SpringerxPerceptor. I tried - I failed. End of story.
Flashes, booms, debris flying everywhere - complete and utter chaos, to use the cliché. This was where the Wreckers were most at home, fighting for their lives on the battlefield. It wasn’t an ideal situation, as they were working with another team (and Primus but the others weren’t fairing well, half of them were dead already and there wasn’t much the Wreckers could do.) Still, all of their numbers were alive and fighting, though Broadside was under Topspin’s care for the moment, until the medic either decided the triple changer could rejoin the fray.
But it wasn’t bad, not really. The possibility that this could be their last battle was ever-present, but, somehow, they were nearly confident in their ability to survive today. Only then Whirl screamed - none of them saw what had done the damage, but it was bad, bad enough that Topspin, on the other side of the battlefield actually stopped in his repairs to stare in shock at the helicopter, or the shredded remains, as he simply stopped moving forwards and started crashing, already entering stasis lock.
Promptly the Wreckers’ medic leapt to his feet, intent on reaching his charge - Broadside could wait. Broadside would survive. Whirl might not.
The Seekers fell upon him with a shrill, high-pitched shriek of anger, obviously having identified him as the doctor and intent on keeping him from the helicopter.
Perceptor blasted forward when he saw the mech falling from the air, energon screaming in his veins, feeling more alive than he had in a long, long time. Within instants he was at the side of the battered helicopter, beginning repairs almost before he’d stopped moving. The wounds were terrible, gaping holes with sparking wires, entire pieces of armor completely destroyed by the attack. He would have to be evacuated, there was no way around that, but the scientist wasn’t sure who would be doing the evacuation, since that seemed to be one of this mech’s duties.
And he didn’t have the supplies to even keep him in one piece, not with his field kit. He cursed, angrily, and glanced over his shoulder, looking for any other members of his detachment, in order to get help. But they weren’t there - actually, a few of them were, but only the dead ones and he can’t think about them right now. Even they are too far away to be of help to him here, because he needs something to stop the energon loss, and he can’t leave long enough to get something. Instead he makes a move that he knows will make everyone consider him crazy, despite the fact that he really doesn’t have any other options here. Pulling out his laser cutter, he opens the armor on his legs, revealing a pair of treads that is used by the vehicles on this planet, and begins to cut it into pieces of appropriate length, ignoring the energon that was now pouring from his self-inflicted wounds.
The ground suddenly shakes, nearly causing him to cause a large amount of damage to his wound, but he ignores it, choosing instead to turn to the stasis-locked mech beside him. Swiftly he begins to slap the treads over the wounds, welding them over, until a proper repair could be done. Even though he couldn’t really repair the helicopter here, he could at least ensure no more damage was done.
A cackling laugh caused him to jerk his head upwards, towards the now-circling Seekers. Taking stock of the situation, Perceptor noted a battle taking place fairly close to him and the downed mech - the earlier source of rumbling. Silently, he stood, and prepared to defend his patient.
Springer was approaching Topspin, who had been up for two straight orns in the med bay, ignoring his own health - again - in preference for aiding the injured. He wasn’t the only one either, though that was odd - rarely had the triple changer seen another mech as dedicated to others as Topspin. In his hands he carried two cubes of energon - one for Topspin, and one for the red mech who had saved Whirl’s live, also known as the other medic that refused to leave the med bay.
“Here. I doubt I can get either of you to actually rest, but I can at least ensure that you aren’t running on empty.” Topspin hardly spares him a glance, but the other looks him straight in the optics from surprise. Springer isn’t sure what it is, but everything in the world seems to shift to focus on the medic. The feeling passes when the other hesitantly reaches for the cube, as though unused to this kind of attention. For a second, Springer wonders if this is one of ‘those’ moments, where everything in his life should change. Then he realizes that he’s thinking like a femme, shrugs it off, and turns around to return to his own work, secure in the knowledge that all of his men - plus one - are safe.
kirin_saga that I'd work on sparkling!Perceptor next, and I still might, but I really, really want some TopspinxTwinTwist. And, unless I'm totally missing something (which I might be), then I'll probably have to write it myself to get it out of my system. So, we'll just have to see.
Anyway, here we have an event mentioned briefly way back in the very first chapter! This, people, is Perceptor's very first meeting with the Wreckers! *cheers* Not much to say, other than the fact that this bunny has actually been in my head since I first began this series.
Title: Close Drabblings Of The Third Kind (09/??)
Characters: Perceptor, Topspin, Springer, Whirl
Pairings: Fledgling SpringerxPerceptor
Summary: Perceptor's detatchment gets decimated. Oh, and he meets the Wreckers.
Disclaimer: Don't own, is annoyed with having to say this every chapter.
Author's Note: No, I really can't write Perceptor and the Wreckers without throwing in a hint at SpringerxPerceptor. I tried - I failed. End of story.
Flashes, booms, debris flying everywhere - complete and utter chaos, to use the cliché. This was where the Wreckers were most at home, fighting for their lives on the battlefield. It wasn’t an ideal situation, as they were working with another team (and Primus but the others weren’t fairing well, half of them were dead already and there wasn’t much the Wreckers could do.) Still, all of their numbers were alive and fighting, though Broadside was under Topspin’s care for the moment, until the medic either decided the triple changer could rejoin the fray.
But it wasn’t bad, not really. The possibility that this could be their last battle was ever-present, but, somehow, they were nearly confident in their ability to survive today. Only then Whirl screamed - none of them saw what had done the damage, but it was bad, bad enough that Topspin, on the other side of the battlefield actually stopped in his repairs to stare in shock at the helicopter, or the shredded remains, as he simply stopped moving forwards and started crashing, already entering stasis lock.
Promptly the Wreckers’ medic leapt to his feet, intent on reaching his charge - Broadside could wait. Broadside would survive. Whirl might not.
The Seekers fell upon him with a shrill, high-pitched shriek of anger, obviously having identified him as the doctor and intent on keeping him from the helicopter.
Perceptor blasted forward when he saw the mech falling from the air, energon screaming in his veins, feeling more alive than he had in a long, long time. Within instants he was at the side of the battered helicopter, beginning repairs almost before he’d stopped moving. The wounds were terrible, gaping holes with sparking wires, entire pieces of armor completely destroyed by the attack. He would have to be evacuated, there was no way around that, but the scientist wasn’t sure who would be doing the evacuation, since that seemed to be one of this mech’s duties.
And he didn’t have the supplies to even keep him in one piece, not with his field kit. He cursed, angrily, and glanced over his shoulder, looking for any other members of his detachment, in order to get help. But they weren’t there - actually, a few of them were, but only the dead ones and he can’t think about them right now. Even they are too far away to be of help to him here, because he needs something to stop the energon loss, and he can’t leave long enough to get something. Instead he makes a move that he knows will make everyone consider him crazy, despite the fact that he really doesn’t have any other options here. Pulling out his laser cutter, he opens the armor on his legs, revealing a pair of treads that is used by the vehicles on this planet, and begins to cut it into pieces of appropriate length, ignoring the energon that was now pouring from his self-inflicted wounds.
The ground suddenly shakes, nearly causing him to cause a large amount of damage to his wound, but he ignores it, choosing instead to turn to the stasis-locked mech beside him. Swiftly he begins to slap the treads over the wounds, welding them over, until a proper repair could be done. Even though he couldn’t really repair the helicopter here, he could at least ensure no more damage was done.
A cackling laugh caused him to jerk his head upwards, towards the now-circling Seekers. Taking stock of the situation, Perceptor noted a battle taking place fairly close to him and the downed mech - the earlier source of rumbling. Silently, he stood, and prepared to defend his patient.
Springer was approaching Topspin, who had been up for two straight orns in the med bay, ignoring his own health - again - in preference for aiding the injured. He wasn’t the only one either, though that was odd - rarely had the triple changer seen another mech as dedicated to others as Topspin. In his hands he carried two cubes of energon - one for Topspin, and one for the red mech who had saved Whirl’s live, also known as the other medic that refused to leave the med bay.
“Here. I doubt I can get either of you to actually rest, but I can at least ensure that you aren’t running on empty.” Topspin hardly spares him a glance, but the other looks him straight in the optics from surprise. Springer isn’t sure what it is, but everything in the world seems to shift to focus on the medic. The feeling passes when the other hesitantly reaches for the cube, as though unused to this kind of attention. For a second, Springer wonders if this is one of ‘those’ moments, where everything in his life should change. Then he realizes that he’s thinking like a femme, shrugs it off, and turns around to return to his own work, secure in the knowledge that all of his men - plus one - are safe.