5 'S' character response
TITLE: Rip Van Wrinkle
SERIES: Generation 1
Warnings: Pre War
AUTHOR: Rose0mary
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Skyfire
Word COUNT: 468
SUMMARY: Forward is the nature way of things.
Prompt #1 Time Travel
Skyfire soared through the skies of planet 43955. "Peaceful," he transmitted to his companion.
Starscream, flying circles around his slower companion, snorted. "Peaceful - just like four hundred seventy three planets before it."
"Forty-four of those had detectable energon in the crust."
"Of Microscopic amount! Not enough to support a colony of any kind or even pay for itself if a mining crew is sent out."
Skyfire listened as Starscream ranted about the four hundred twenty-nine 'peaceful' promising planets that had no economic value. No metals, no minerals, no energon - at least, not in concentrations that could be detected from the surface. Too many planetoids on their slow exploration of The Cybertron Empire's outermost reaches were dead worlds.
Skyfire noticed the atmospheric change first. The atmosphere, gently supporting him, the sun's rays warming his upper armor, began to press in, and the air grew chilly, leaching heat. "Starscream," He interrupted, angling for the stratosphere.
"What?" Starscream broke off his lazy flight. "You can't be done already."
In an astonishingly quick time, the air currents had changed from pleasant to oppressive. It was almost like trying to escape a gas giant’s thick, clogging, lower levels. "Sudden change of plans," Skyfire grated out, sending more fuel to his engines, he powered through massive eddies.
Faster, more nimble and lighter-weight Starscream had no troubles dodging the short-lived whirlwinds that battered at Skyfire. "I'll lead the way," Starscream surged ahead, powerful beacon on, helping Skyfire distinguish up from down.
It worked, until the electrical surges in the clouds of dihydrogen monoxide flashed and scrambled the signal traces. Tossed about like a piece of debris, Skyfire found enough energy for one last transmission. "GO! I'll catch up later!"
The large shuttle crashed, not know if his friend got the transmission or not. Skyfire's last thoughts as stasis lock claimed him, were about the temperature.
It was cold. He was cold. The stasis lock disengaged briefly and he tried shifting. No movement was possible. He slipped back into stasis.
Many, many times that cycle repeated. So, when the time came and he found the entangling ice cut away, he almost lapsed into stasis again, before the movement registered.
"Starscream?" He whispered, vocals raspy from disuse. "I told you to catch up - not for you to wait." He shivered as the cold rocks disappeared.
Skyfire expected his long-time friend to say "You Ninny - I brought back a rescue part." or something along those lines. When Starscream did not engage in the playful banter that had kept the two of them sane for so long, he had to ask, "How long?"
Starscream refused to meet Skyfire's optics. "Everything's changed. Nothing you knew exists."
No amount of persistent arguing or asking got Starscream to tell him how long he spent trapped under the ice.
TITLE: Options
T-VERSE: Any/All (g1)
AUTHOR: Rose0mary
RATING: K
CHARCTER: Sunstreaker
WORD COUNT: 100
SUMMARY: A brand new start needs a brand new beginning
PROMPT #3 write a drabble focused on the color BLUE
Critical optics looked at the available paints:
Sienna, Navy Blue, Deep Royal, Sepia, Indigo, Cerulean, slate, Azul, light blue ... The list went on and on. Many of the colors were eliminated at once.
Such as Orange and all its shades. He associated that particular color as a form of verdigris, no better than rust.
Nitpicking and careful selection of the acceptable color spectrum left his options with a much-reduced list.
Navy Blue, Royal Blue, Deep Navy, Cerulean, Indigo, and tawny yellow were all that remained after the others were eliminated for various reasons.
Sunstreaker chose. His armor would stand out.
TITLE: Learning can be fun
T-VERSE: Alternate Universe
AUTHOR: Rose0mary
RATING: K
CHARACTER: S. Witiwky
WORD COUNT: 504
SUMMARY: When there's no power, and all modern forms of research and entertainment are unavailable, old school field trips work out almost as well now as they did when our parents were students.
PROMPT #4 SETTING: A cold Starry Night
Samuel Witwicky, "Spike" to his online friends, had anticipated a long night of gaming, when the lights turned off.
"Dad! The power's off," Samuel yelled as he searched for candles and matches by feel and memory. "Dad?" Samuel found a lighter and a stub of a candle. The wick lit easily enough, but it would burn out shortly.
"Down here", came the faint voice.
Samuel followed his dad's voice and found him in the basement. "Dad, the power's out," he complained.
Using a flashlight for light, his dad continued rummaging around the stacks of camping supplies. "Were you going to waste the whole night on the X-box,"
"Dad! It's not an X-box."
"Nintendo system, instead of studying for the upcoming test or working on your research project?"
"Not a Nintendo system either."
"Okay, PlayStation then. Let's see, what topic did you choose for your semester paper again?"
"DAD!" Samuel whined. "The text is next week, and I already know the material.
His father stepped away from the wall, looked at his son. "What about your research project?"
"Star constellations." Samuel crossed his arms. "I can research that astronomy stuff later."
"No, you will get some hands-on-knowledge tonight."
"Tonight? The power's out! I can't get any sources without the internet."
His dad grabbed two sleeping bags from the small pile of stuff he'd pulled out of the cubby-holes lining the basement wall. "I said, hands-on. As in pictures of the night you take, not copyrighted images from The Hubble Telescope or NASA website"
"But it's cold out there!" Protested Samuel as he caught the stuff sack tossed his way.
His dad blew out the candle before the tiny flame could melt a hole in the stuff-sack. "We'll be warm enough in these sleeping bags - weather forecast expects the temperature to not drop below the mid-forties."
Samuel grumbled at the time lost. He preferred his original plans of beating "The War For Cybertron" or, at least, getting that much closer to finishing.
The Witiwikies, when they camped out, eschewed the non-existing lawn instead, rolled out foam pads on the patio roof and slept under the stars.
Samuel griped at having to carry his sleeping bag and sleeping pad up the ladder during the dark, with only a flashlight to shine the way. Once on the flat section of the roof, Samuel looked up and most of his complaints were forgotten. "Whoa!"
"Impressive, isn't it?" His dad sat next to Samuel and pointed out clusters normally unseen inside city limits. "Those three make up Orion's Belt. Over there, that is the Big Dipper. And from here, you can see Leo"
Neither father nor son noticed as a cool breeze rustled the leaves and branches on the neighbor's trees. They did notice when the clouds began rolling in, the tick coverage obscuring the stars. "Time for bed."
Samuel went "Already?" Only because he hadn't noticed how quickly time flew. "Thanks dad," He whispered before falling asleep.
"You’re welcome, Sam," his dad replied, snug in his own cocoon.
TITLE: Lost Mementos
T-VERSE: G1
RATING: K+
CHARACTERS: Soundwave, Shockwave
WORD COUNT: 238
SUMMARY: Maybe Wheeljack's not the one to blame for all the explosions in his laboratory.
PROMPT #5 SCENARIO: Someone steels the wrong thing
"What's this?" Wheeljack looked at the freshly deposited item on his desk, but did not touch it.
"Special delivery," The soldier who brought the unknown object stated.
"Ah, I didn't request any supplies."
"Jazz would like it annalized."
"Jazz, right." Wheeljack sighed. He wished the Special Ops mech would find a permanent courier, instead of using neophytes from the troops. "Do I want to know where it originated?"
"No, sir." The femme stated and left.
Back On the Nemesis:
::I will kill whoever took my bed of neptunium:: Ravage vowed.
Soundwave gave no indication he heard or saw the murderous mood his feline cassette was displaying. The other cassettes were doing their best to be as unobtrusive as possible until the depleted blanket of neptunium had been found and restored.
"Soundwave, Discovered, no Decepticions took part in disappearance."
Ravage snarled and hissed. :: The AUTOBOTS have it? Why would they take my blanket?::
"Unknown." Further discussion was put on hold by a recent arrival to the bridge.
Shockwave strolled by Soundave, ignoring the irate cassette underfoot. He stopped in front of Megatron. "My Liege, the weapon prototype is ready for testing."
"Excellent Shockwave." Megatron acknowledged. "It has been quite some time since a prototype has been ready on time. Autobot saboteurs have made it a successful habit to make off with critical parts."
Starscream, frothing at the mouth, wisely remained silent.
"I do appreciate a competent weapons manufacture."
TITLE: Parts of a Whole
SERIES: Any/All
AUTHOR: Rose0mary
RATING: K+
CHARACTERS: Autobot Ensamble
WORD COUNT: 144
SUMMARY: One soldier is not the army - but the army is composed of soldiers
PROMPT #6 MOVING OUT
Sentinel Prime ended with "Let's Move out!” and the assembled troops scattered.
Smokescreen dodged individuals and groups rushing too and fro as he planted time-delayed smoke bombs and unarmed explosives. He would charge the motion-activated explosives later.
Sidesdwipe rushed ahead, keen on keeping the major access points clear of Decepticon troops as the bulk of the Autobot forces abandoned their current - compromised - base of operations.
Springer and the Wreckers left via a previously unused backdoor. They would attack a nearby Decepticon outpost as a diversion.
Swooop, Snarl, Slag, Sludge and Grimlock were held in reserve, ready to be sent to the front, as part of the crew delaying the enemies, or available in transporting equipment and supplies as needed.
Not one of the Autobots questioned their orders or their role in denying the rebellion any pertinent information or food and medicinal supplies.
SERIES: Generation 1
Warnings: Pre War
AUTHOR: Rose0mary
RATING: K+
CHARACTER: Skyfire
Word COUNT: 468
SUMMARY: Forward is the nature way of things.
Prompt #1 Time Travel
Skyfire soared through the skies of planet 43955. "Peaceful," he transmitted to his companion.
Starscream, flying circles around his slower companion, snorted. "Peaceful - just like four hundred seventy three planets before it."
"Forty-four of those had detectable energon in the crust."
"Of Microscopic amount! Not enough to support a colony of any kind or even pay for itself if a mining crew is sent out."
Skyfire listened as Starscream ranted about the four hundred twenty-nine 'peaceful' promising planets that had no economic value. No metals, no minerals, no energon - at least, not in concentrations that could be detected from the surface. Too many planetoids on their slow exploration of The Cybertron Empire's outermost reaches were dead worlds.
Skyfire noticed the atmospheric change first. The atmosphere, gently supporting him, the sun's rays warming his upper armor, began to press in, and the air grew chilly, leaching heat. "Starscream," He interrupted, angling for the stratosphere.
"What?" Starscream broke off his lazy flight. "You can't be done already."
In an astonishingly quick time, the air currents had changed from pleasant to oppressive. It was almost like trying to escape a gas giant’s thick, clogging, lower levels. "Sudden change of plans," Skyfire grated out, sending more fuel to his engines, he powered through massive eddies.
Faster, more nimble and lighter-weight Starscream had no troubles dodging the short-lived whirlwinds that battered at Skyfire. "I'll lead the way," Starscream surged ahead, powerful beacon on, helping Skyfire distinguish up from down.
It worked, until the electrical surges in the clouds of dihydrogen monoxide flashed and scrambled the signal traces. Tossed about like a piece of debris, Skyfire found enough energy for one last transmission. "GO! I'll catch up later!"
The large shuttle crashed, not know if his friend got the transmission or not. Skyfire's last thoughts as stasis lock claimed him, were about the temperature.
It was cold. He was cold. The stasis lock disengaged briefly and he tried shifting. No movement was possible. He slipped back into stasis.
Many, many times that cycle repeated. So, when the time came and he found the entangling ice cut away, he almost lapsed into stasis again, before the movement registered.
"Starscream?" He whispered, vocals raspy from disuse. "I told you to catch up - not for you to wait." He shivered as the cold rocks disappeared.
Skyfire expected his long-time friend to say "You Ninny - I brought back a rescue part." or something along those lines. When Starscream did not engage in the playful banter that had kept the two of them sane for so long, he had to ask, "How long?"
Starscream refused to meet Skyfire's optics. "Everything's changed. Nothing you knew exists."
No amount of persistent arguing or asking got Starscream to tell him how long he spent trapped under the ice.
TITLE: Options
T-VERSE: Any/All (g1)
AUTHOR: Rose0mary
RATING: K
CHARCTER: Sunstreaker
WORD COUNT: 100
SUMMARY: A brand new start needs a brand new beginning
PROMPT #3 write a drabble focused on the color BLUE
Critical optics looked at the available paints:
Sienna, Navy Blue, Deep Royal, Sepia, Indigo, Cerulean, slate, Azul, light blue ... The list went on and on. Many of the colors were eliminated at once.
Such as Orange and all its shades. He associated that particular color as a form of verdigris, no better than rust.
Nitpicking and careful selection of the acceptable color spectrum left his options with a much-reduced list.
Navy Blue, Royal Blue, Deep Navy, Cerulean, Indigo, and tawny yellow were all that remained after the others were eliminated for various reasons.
Sunstreaker chose. His armor would stand out.
TITLE: Learning can be fun
T-VERSE: Alternate Universe
AUTHOR: Rose0mary
RATING: K
CHARACTER: S. Witiwky
WORD COUNT: 504
SUMMARY: When there's no power, and all modern forms of research and entertainment are unavailable, old school field trips work out almost as well now as they did when our parents were students.
PROMPT #4 SETTING: A cold Starry Night
Samuel Witwicky, "Spike" to his online friends, had anticipated a long night of gaming, when the lights turned off.
"Dad! The power's off," Samuel yelled as he searched for candles and matches by feel and memory. "Dad?" Samuel found a lighter and a stub of a candle. The wick lit easily enough, but it would burn out shortly.
"Down here", came the faint voice.
Samuel followed his dad's voice and found him in the basement. "Dad, the power's out," he complained.
Using a flashlight for light, his dad continued rummaging around the stacks of camping supplies. "Were you going to waste the whole night on the X-box,"
"Dad! It's not an X-box."
"Nintendo system, instead of studying for the upcoming test or working on your research project?"
"Not a Nintendo system either."
"Okay, PlayStation then. Let's see, what topic did you choose for your semester paper again?"
"DAD!" Samuel whined. "The text is next week, and I already know the material.
His father stepped away from the wall, looked at his son. "What about your research project?"
"Star constellations." Samuel crossed his arms. "I can research that astronomy stuff later."
"No, you will get some hands-on-knowledge tonight."
"Tonight? The power's out! I can't get any sources without the internet."
His dad grabbed two sleeping bags from the small pile of stuff he'd pulled out of the cubby-holes lining the basement wall. "I said, hands-on. As in pictures of the night you take, not copyrighted images from The Hubble Telescope or NASA website"
"But it's cold out there!" Protested Samuel as he caught the stuff sack tossed his way.
His dad blew out the candle before the tiny flame could melt a hole in the stuff-sack. "We'll be warm enough in these sleeping bags - weather forecast expects the temperature to not drop below the mid-forties."
Samuel grumbled at the time lost. He preferred his original plans of beating "The War For Cybertron" or, at least, getting that much closer to finishing.
The Witiwikies, when they camped out, eschewed the non-existing lawn instead, rolled out foam pads on the patio roof and slept under the stars.
Samuel griped at having to carry his sleeping bag and sleeping pad up the ladder during the dark, with only a flashlight to shine the way. Once on the flat section of the roof, Samuel looked up and most of his complaints were forgotten. "Whoa!"
"Impressive, isn't it?" His dad sat next to Samuel and pointed out clusters normally unseen inside city limits. "Those three make up Orion's Belt. Over there, that is the Big Dipper. And from here, you can see Leo"
Neither father nor son noticed as a cool breeze rustled the leaves and branches on the neighbor's trees. They did notice when the clouds began rolling in, the tick coverage obscuring the stars. "Time for bed."
Samuel went "Already?" Only because he hadn't noticed how quickly time flew. "Thanks dad," He whispered before falling asleep.
"You’re welcome, Sam," his dad replied, snug in his own cocoon.
TITLE: Lost Mementos
T-VERSE: G1
RATING: K+
CHARACTERS: Soundwave, Shockwave
WORD COUNT: 238
SUMMARY: Maybe Wheeljack's not the one to blame for all the explosions in his laboratory.
PROMPT #5 SCENARIO: Someone steels the wrong thing
"What's this?" Wheeljack looked at the freshly deposited item on his desk, but did not touch it.
"Special delivery," The soldier who brought the unknown object stated.
"Ah, I didn't request any supplies."
"Jazz would like it annalized."
"Jazz, right." Wheeljack sighed. He wished the Special Ops mech would find a permanent courier, instead of using neophytes from the troops. "Do I want to know where it originated?"
"No, sir." The femme stated and left.
Back On the Nemesis:
::I will kill whoever took my bed of neptunium:: Ravage vowed.
Soundwave gave no indication he heard or saw the murderous mood his feline cassette was displaying. The other cassettes were doing their best to be as unobtrusive as possible until the depleted blanket of neptunium had been found and restored.
"Soundwave, Discovered, no Decepticions took part in disappearance."
Ravage snarled and hissed. :: The AUTOBOTS have it? Why would they take my blanket?::
"Unknown." Further discussion was put on hold by a recent arrival to the bridge.
Shockwave strolled by Soundave, ignoring the irate cassette underfoot. He stopped in front of Megatron. "My Liege, the weapon prototype is ready for testing."
"Excellent Shockwave." Megatron acknowledged. "It has been quite some time since a prototype has been ready on time. Autobot saboteurs have made it a successful habit to make off with critical parts."
Starscream, frothing at the mouth, wisely remained silent.
"I do appreciate a competent weapons manufacture."
TITLE: Parts of a Whole
SERIES: Any/All
AUTHOR: Rose0mary
RATING: K+
CHARACTERS: Autobot Ensamble
WORD COUNT: 144
SUMMARY: One soldier is not the army - but the army is composed of soldiers
PROMPT #6 MOVING OUT
Sentinel Prime ended with "Let's Move out!” and the assembled troops scattered.
Smokescreen dodged individuals and groups rushing too and fro as he planted time-delayed smoke bombs and unarmed explosives. He would charge the motion-activated explosives later.
Sidesdwipe rushed ahead, keen on keeping the major access points clear of Decepticon troops as the bulk of the Autobot forces abandoned their current - compromised - base of operations.
Springer and the Wreckers left via a previously unused backdoor. They would attack a nearby Decepticon outpost as a diversion.
Swooop, Snarl, Slag, Sludge and Grimlock were held in reserve, ready to be sent to the front, as part of the crew delaying the enemies, or available in transporting equipment and supplies as needed.
Not one of the Autobots questioned their orders or their role in denying the rebellion any pertinent information or food and medicinal supplies.