Battlefield
10_prompts has approved my claim, so i can finally start writing for the prompts table. here's the first one.
Title: Battlefield
Author: PuraJo
Fandom: Transformers G1
Prompt: Battle
Character/Pairing: Pursuit
Rating: PG for violence
Word Count: 1,713
Summary: Pre-Earth during the civil war on Cybertron. Pursuit draws the attacking Decepticons away from her creation
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Pursuit and Pura are my Original Characters
Battlefield.
Pursuit leaned forward and placed a kiss on the young femme’s cheek.
“Primus be with you,” she whispered. “I love you, my Pura.”
Pura leaned closer and gave her creator a quick hug. “I love you, too.”
The older femme then stood, and soon enough, a barrage of gunfire came their way. Pursuit darted from behind the rubble and onto the street, weapon giving out charge after charge. Several Seekers dropped from the sky, smoke pouring from their afterburners, and she let a thin smile of grim relief cross her features for a moment, her rifle never leaving the armed-and-ready position. There were more coming, she knew. Still behind the rubble, she spied her young creation watching her with wide optics and felt her spark ache.
For all she knew, she was sending the little femme to certain death by asking her to run away from her, but she had to take that chance. She would be a lot safer underground, than out here with the Seekers, but she had to get her moving. The next wave of attackers was already upon them.
“Run Pura!” she shouted. “Don’t look back, just keep going till you get underground. Now go!!!”
Her stern, commanding voice snapped the younger femme out of the trance she had fallen into, and Pursuit watched from the corner of her optic as Pura darted out and ran with all speed into the shadow of the opposite building. I love you, she thought as her creation blended and disappeared into the shadows. You and Prowl, I will always love you.
Determined to give the sparkling the best possible chance of survival, Pursuit fired on the Seekers again, drawing their attention to her and away from Pura. Quickly subspacing her rifle, she transformed and sped down the broken streets in the opposite direction. It was dangerous, she knew. There was no telling when the road would give way beneath her, or where the dead ends were, but she had to try.
Laser fire tore up the surface around her, sending molten globs of metal and sharp pieces of shrapnel spattering against her chassis. Pursuit winced in pain, but kept going, slowing only to avoid hitting any deep ruts. All around her she saw nothing but destruction. Autobots lay broken and dying everywhere. A hand here, a leg there. Primus, why wasn’t there any warning, she wondered.
The tell-tale whistle of an incoming projectile alerted her to a fired missile, and she swerved sharply to try and avoid it. It exploded dangerously close and she felt a couple of tyres burst, the impact of it throwing her off her desired path. She transformed in mid-air and hit the ground on her side, summoning her rifle as she tried to quickly get to her feet. Exposed wires sparked in her left knee and shoulder - the side that had absorbed the force of the explosion.
Five Seekers circled in the air above her, like predators waiting to swoop in for the kill. She narrowed her optics, bringing her rifle up in her good arm. If she was going down here, she’d make sure to take a few of them with her.
“There’s nowhere left for you to run, Autobot!” one of them called down to her
“Who said I was running?!” she called back. Quick as lightning she got off a shot that punched through the Seeker before he knew what hit him. “Fragger,” she muttered as she shielded her head from the fiery pieces of Decepticon that rained down on her.
But now the other four fliers knew that she was not one to be toyed with and was best killed quickly before she caused any more trouble. They came at her hard and fast, weapons blazing. Pursuit could barely dodge them as she tried to find some cover to hide behind. A shot nailed her right hand, burning the limb and sending the rifle flying from her grasp. The femme dropped with a cry, throwing herself towards her weapon.
“Finish her off!” one of the Seekers yelled to another.
The nominated Decepticon swooped towards her as she crawled over to her rifle. Pain seared through her left leg, and she knew she’d been hit again - the cry she let out confirming it. Her left hand closed around her gun and she spun around quickly, bringing the rifle up as he flew overhead and shooting him through the fuel tank. He exploded before he hit the ground.
The remaining three Seekers landed, trying to surround the wounded and bleeding femme as she tried to stand. Pursuit fired at the nearest one and shot him through the head. A blast to the back sent her sprawling face-first through the rubble, optic fluid streaming down her face and she tried to focus through the haze of pain. Two forms stood over her.
“You’ve caused us a lot of trouble, femme,” one said.
He reached down and wrenched at a doorwing, twisting the metal till Pursuit had no choice but to beg him to stop. All it got her was a sneer as he stood and stomped down hard on the already strained and weakened panel, snapping the doorwing in half. Pursuit screamed in agony, convulsing in the extreme pain that assailed her.
Still they wouldn’t finish her off. The Seeker bent and hauled her up, backhanding and slapping her across the face a few times before holding her in front of him.
“It’s a pity we have to kill you,” he hissed in her audio. “You would have been a pretty toy to play with if we took you back with us, but the boss said no survivors.” He looked at his wingmate. “Shoot her!”
The other was only too happy to comply. Pain seared her torso, her strangled cry drowned by the Seekers’ laughter as the mech in front of her prepared to fire again.
At the last moment Pursuit struggled. Her captor lost his grip on her as she slipped from his grasp - thanks in part to her body being slick with bleeding fluids - and instead bore the shot through his fuel pump that was meant for her. He looked over at his partner in shock right before he collapsed and died. The last Seeker crossed the space between them and hauled her up by one side of her chevron, twisting it savagely and snapping it before shoving her against the shell of a small dwelling.
Pursuit whimpered in pain, trying to get up and failing each time, her body coated in energon that bled from her wounds. The Seeker stood in front of her, weapons poised to fire… and fire he did. His lasers shot out the few remaining struts that held the building upright, collapsing the structure down onto the injured femme and drowning out her terrified screams.
Oh he knew she was still probably alive under there - that was how he wanted it. He was not so merciful that he believed in quick, painless deaths. No, being buried alive would be a lot more traumatic for that Autobot. She would have to lie there alone in the darkness, with that crushing weight upon her, and slowly, painfully bleed to death. What a sweet sight it would be to the Autobot who finally found her - such a pretty femme forced to die in such a way. Laughing to himself, he took to the air and transformed, heading off to join the rest of his faction and hopefully find himself another Autobot to kill.
She was going to die here, she knew. She just wondered how long it was going to take. Her body wouldn’t respond to her commands and she was slowly starting to lose feeling in certain areas as systems crashed from lack of power. Her spark pulsed slowly, very slowly, and optic fluid burned a path down her face even as her consciousness faded. It all hurt so much.
And then for a while there was nothing. No pain, no feeling, no sense of anything. But only for a while. Then it all came rushing back.
Pursuit sensed movement from somewhere beyond where she was. She could hear someone calling. Friend or foe, she wasn’t certain, but neither did she care. Anything was better than lying here and slowly bleeding away. At least, if nothing else, she could plead with them to put her out of her misery. With a bit of effort and an involuntary cry of pain, she brought her right leg up and kicked feebly a few times, till it hurt too much to continue.
Then she waited, drifting in and out of consciousness, until the next time her optics flickered on and she looked upon a winged silhouette.
“Please,” she whispered, not knowing if it could hear her or not. “Have mercy… shoot me.”
The form knelt, and the load crushing her down lightened till finally there was no load at all. Her optics flickered, threatening to go offline again, but she willed them to stay on. She had to know who this was. A face formed in her vision - a young face burdened with worry. A pleasant face. A face too kind to belong to a Decepticon. He was speaking to her, though she couldn’t make out the words, being far too fevered with pain to understand.
Suddenly she was floating on air. The mech’s countenance still hovered above her. If only she could smooth those lines of worry from his face. Her burnt right hand cradled to her chest, Pursuit tried to reach up with her left hand to try and touch the troubled cheek in spite of the pain in her shoulder, but the pain proved the winner and she had to let her arm collapse again.
He had a pleasant voice, she thought, as her vision darkened once more. Not yet, please, not yet. She needed to tell him how grateful she was that he had found her. Please, just a little longer. Her vocalizer ached as she forced it to give her voice sound, and her mouth ached as she forced it to shape words. It was the last effort she could make before her spark robbed her last remnants of power to keep itself alive.
“Thank you.”
~END.