"I've got more legs than a bucket of chicken!"
Title: The Nine Rings of Vos
A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: The Rainmaker's are carrying. A bit more than they think. Starscream is not amused by any of it.
Timeline: More fic is here.
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(In which Hailstone the Rainmaker has done something that's really rather stupid.)
‘What in the Unmaker’s Slag Pits has gone wrong now?’ Starscream wondered as he followed the Seeker medic through the disguised door that led from the back medbay storage room to the smaller, personal medical centre hidden several floors above behind Starscream’s private lab. The nervous, tense vibration of Turbine’s wings was setting the Air Commander on edge. Finally, he reached the edge of his patience.
“Tell me what’s going on.” Starscream demanded, his engine growling to underscore the impatience of his words, “What sort of trouble have those idiots gotten themselves into and how bad is it?”
“Well…” Turbine seemed to be debating how to put it, “There’s good news and bad news.”
“And what is the good news?” Starscream asked in a huff, playing along. If the medic was word-dancing around the answer and indulging in the love of his own voice that was a vice held in common by most Seekers, then no-one was in danger of dieing. Trying to rush the conversation would be terribly rude.
“The good news.” Turbine hummed, a happy, pleased sound, “Is very good news indeed. The Rainmakers have finally gotten with sparkling.”
“That is good news!” Starscream flicked his wings in happy surprise, “It’s about time too. Those three are nearly as picky as my trine. I thought they’d never settle on a code-donor. Which one is carrying?”
“Ah.” Turbine stalled as they stepped out of the lift into the Seeker’s medbay, “That would be the bad news.”
“How?’ Starscream asked, honestly surprised as his wings pulled back in confusion, “As far as I recall, each Rainmaker was just as viable as the next to format a sparkling.”
“It turns out that was part of the problem.” Turbine ducked his wings and looked at Starscream ruefully, “Seems that Tornado really, really wanted to be the carrier.”
“And the problem is that he isn’t?” Starscream hazarded a not-unreasonable guess.
“Oh, he is actually.” Turbine shook his head, spreading his hands and looking up as if praying for patience, “The problem is that he’s only just fissioned. Came to my trine just like he was supposed to.”
“How is that a problem?” Starscream asked, looking into the examination room and spying the Rainmakers along with the rest of the medical trine, “They’ll be returning to Vos the same as the rest. Or is the sparkling unstable?”
“The sparkling is fine. Bright and flying true. I doubt that Tornado will have any need to worry about his winglet de-stabilizing as long as he behaves.” Turbine shifted from pede to pede, waving a hand at the Rainmakers and trying to find a politic way of saying what came next before just saying the first thing that came to him, “Our problem is that Hailstone is carrying too.”
Starscream looked at the medic oddly before glancing at the blue Rainmaker - the aforementioned Hailstone, who looked rather cowed - before asking, “And how is that a bad thing?”
“My idiot trinemate failed to mention it to us!” Acidstorm snapped, whirling around to join the conversation. Seeing Starscream, and immediately looking contrite, he blurted, “Forgive my rudeness Winglord.”
“Never mind it.” Starscream waved off the apology, amused by the mix of anger-worry-fear-joy-embarrassment-euphoria that threatened to tie the Rainmaker trineleader’s green wings into knots. Starscream grinned at the other Seeker, “Congratulations.”
Acidstorm’s wings lifted in pleasure then pulled back in pride, “Thank you Winglord.”
Wingnut snorted, “It would be better if you half-clocked moron of a wingmate hadn’t waited so long to tell us he was carrying!”
“What do you mean?” Starscream asked, folding his arms, “Is there a problem with Hailstone’s sparkling?
“No problem at all.” Wingnut growled, jabbing at clawed finger towards the blue Seeker, “In fact it’s damned healthy! And a good thing too, considering it’ll be ready for protoforms anytime over the next megacycle.”
“Are you telling me that he has been carrying that sparkling long enough to stabilize the spark, compile the core codes, and format the spark chamber?” Starscream asked slowly, barely waiting for Wingnut’s harsh nod before whirling on Hailstone with a screech of barely-checked fury, “What were you thinking? You should have reported the cycle, no the breem you knew you were carrying so you could be sent to Vos! We’re stuck in the middle of a war! What glitched-up excuse for a reason can you have possibly had to make you wait this long?”
Hailstone visibly resisted the urge to cower from his furious Commander, but his wings folded down so far they were no longer visible from the front. Still, he managed a weak response when Starscream paused in his ranting, “Tornado really wanted to carry! So, um… I just waited until he was to tell everyone that I was too?”
“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?” Starscream hissed, optics blazing, cutting off Hailstone’s fledgling protest with a sharp slash of his hand, “Not only dangerous to yourself, but to your sparkling, your trine, and every Seeker still with the Decepticons! If you had been shot down or, Primus forbid, Shockwave had found out!”
Aerialion, who had been silent up until now, took over when Starscream descended into incoherency and just made vicious clawing motions, “Not only that. When you’re carrying you need extra portions of the metals used by our self-repair systems. Seekers already require a higher intake of these than other Cybertronians because our self-repair systems work faster than a groundpounder’s. It’s necessary to fill in scratches that would interfere or destabilize flight and for dealing with g-force stress micro-fractures. As it is, all of your superfluous metals are now a part of your sparkling’s core system and spark casing, your self-repair resources are drained to the dregs, your nanobot efficiency count is dangerously low, and your wings have so many microfractures I’m surprised they haven’t fallen right off your back!”
Starscream groaned, covering his face with one hand. Hailstone wilted the rest of the way as his wingmates looked horrified at the situation report.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Tornado wailed, grabbing onto his trinemate but handling Hailstone like he might break at any moment, “I could have waited for my turn to carry! You didn’t need to hurt yourself!”
“Or risk our sparkling.” Acidstorm growled, pressing both hands against Hailstone’s canopy, right above the spark chamber, “You will tell us if something important comes up! No more stupid self-sacrifice!”
“How bad is it?” Starscream asked, turning away to give the trine their privacy to work things out.
“Honestly?” Aerialion asked, venting with a slow shake of his head, “He should be in stasis lock, his systems are so overworked.”
“And the sparkling?” Starscream was already working on a report detailing how the Rainmaker’s had been shot down. They would need to fabricate suitable corpses, but it was not the first time the Seekers had done this, and it would not be the last.
“Healthy, and strong as anything.” Aerialion flicked a brief smile before sobering again, “But I’d wager that the only reason Hailstone hasn’t gone into the final stages of fission is because he knows that it isn’t safe. Take my word for it. As soon as they get to Vos the sparkling’s going to want to see the sky.”
“I’ll have the medics ready with the protoforms for when they arrive then.” Starscream told the medic, who immediately looked relieved, wings losing some of their tenseness. Starscream turned back to the Rainmakers, “Alright you three. Break it up and get your thrusters in the air. I want you in Vos as fast as the wind will take you. You leave in a cycle. You all know the protocols for all you can’t seem to follow them, and there’s no need to tempt fate more than you already have!”
“As you command Winglord!” The Rainmakers said as one, scrambling off the medical berth to salute and leave.
“That’s one problem taken care of.” Starscream muttered, striding over to a communications consol and sending off the message to Vos that would prepare them for the Rainmakers arrival. Waving the medics away, Starscream leaned heavily on his arms and sighed, “How many more are left I wonder?
(Word Count: 1363)
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So in case any of y'all have been wondering where I've been for the past few days, I was making my Zombie Loan cosplay. I'll be going as Koyomi/Yomi in her outfit from the "Butterfly" episodes. I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. ^_^ And yes, before anyone says it both the character and I have huge... tracts of land. XP
A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: The Rainmaker's are carrying. A bit more than they think. Starscream is not amused by any of it.
Timeline: More fic is here.
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(In which Hailstone the Rainmaker has done something that's really rather stupid.)
‘What in the Unmaker’s Slag Pits has gone wrong now?’ Starscream wondered as he followed the Seeker medic through the disguised door that led from the back medbay storage room to the smaller, personal medical centre hidden several floors above behind Starscream’s private lab. The nervous, tense vibration of Turbine’s wings was setting the Air Commander on edge. Finally, he reached the edge of his patience.
“Tell me what’s going on.” Starscream demanded, his engine growling to underscore the impatience of his words, “What sort of trouble have those idiots gotten themselves into and how bad is it?”
“Well…” Turbine seemed to be debating how to put it, “There’s good news and bad news.”
“And what is the good news?” Starscream asked in a huff, playing along. If the medic was word-dancing around the answer and indulging in the love of his own voice that was a vice held in common by most Seekers, then no-one was in danger of dieing. Trying to rush the conversation would be terribly rude.
“The good news.” Turbine hummed, a happy, pleased sound, “Is very good news indeed. The Rainmakers have finally gotten with sparkling.”
“That is good news!” Starscream flicked his wings in happy surprise, “It’s about time too. Those three are nearly as picky as my trine. I thought they’d never settle on a code-donor. Which one is carrying?”
“Ah.” Turbine stalled as they stepped out of the lift into the Seeker’s medbay, “That would be the bad news.”
“How?’ Starscream asked, honestly surprised as his wings pulled back in confusion, “As far as I recall, each Rainmaker was just as viable as the next to format a sparkling.”
“It turns out that was part of the problem.” Turbine ducked his wings and looked at Starscream ruefully, “Seems that Tornado really, really wanted to be the carrier.”
“And the problem is that he isn’t?” Starscream hazarded a not-unreasonable guess.
“Oh, he is actually.” Turbine shook his head, spreading his hands and looking up as if praying for patience, “The problem is that he’s only just fissioned. Came to my trine just like he was supposed to.”
“How is that a problem?” Starscream asked, looking into the examination room and spying the Rainmakers along with the rest of the medical trine, “They’ll be returning to Vos the same as the rest. Or is the sparkling unstable?”
“The sparkling is fine. Bright and flying true. I doubt that Tornado will have any need to worry about his winglet de-stabilizing as long as he behaves.” Turbine shifted from pede to pede, waving a hand at the Rainmakers and trying to find a politic way of saying what came next before just saying the first thing that came to him, “Our problem is that Hailstone is carrying too.”
Starscream looked at the medic oddly before glancing at the blue Rainmaker - the aforementioned Hailstone, who looked rather cowed - before asking, “And how is that a bad thing?”
“My idiot trinemate failed to mention it to us!” Acidstorm snapped, whirling around to join the conversation. Seeing Starscream, and immediately looking contrite, he blurted, “Forgive my rudeness Winglord.”
“Never mind it.” Starscream waved off the apology, amused by the mix of anger-worry-fear-joy-embarrassment-euphoria that threatened to tie the Rainmaker trineleader’s green wings into knots. Starscream grinned at the other Seeker, “Congratulations.”
Acidstorm’s wings lifted in pleasure then pulled back in pride, “Thank you Winglord.”
Wingnut snorted, “It would be better if you half-clocked moron of a wingmate hadn’t waited so long to tell us he was carrying!”
“What do you mean?” Starscream asked, folding his arms, “Is there a problem with Hailstone’s sparkling?
“No problem at all.” Wingnut growled, jabbing at clawed finger towards the blue Seeker, “In fact it’s damned healthy! And a good thing too, considering it’ll be ready for protoforms anytime over the next megacycle.”
“Are you telling me that he has been carrying that sparkling long enough to stabilize the spark, compile the core codes, and format the spark chamber?” Starscream asked slowly, barely waiting for Wingnut’s harsh nod before whirling on Hailstone with a screech of barely-checked fury, “What were you thinking? You should have reported the cycle, no the breem you knew you were carrying so you could be sent to Vos! We’re stuck in the middle of a war! What glitched-up excuse for a reason can you have possibly had to make you wait this long?”
Hailstone visibly resisted the urge to cower from his furious Commander, but his wings folded down so far they were no longer visible from the front. Still, he managed a weak response when Starscream paused in his ranting, “Tornado really wanted to carry! So, um… I just waited until he was to tell everyone that I was too?”
“Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?” Starscream hissed, optics blazing, cutting off Hailstone’s fledgling protest with a sharp slash of his hand, “Not only dangerous to yourself, but to your sparkling, your trine, and every Seeker still with the Decepticons! If you had been shot down or, Primus forbid, Shockwave had found out!”
Aerialion, who had been silent up until now, took over when Starscream descended into incoherency and just made vicious clawing motions, “Not only that. When you’re carrying you need extra portions of the metals used by our self-repair systems. Seekers already require a higher intake of these than other Cybertronians because our self-repair systems work faster than a groundpounder’s. It’s necessary to fill in scratches that would interfere or destabilize flight and for dealing with g-force stress micro-fractures. As it is, all of your superfluous metals are now a part of your sparkling’s core system and spark casing, your self-repair resources are drained to the dregs, your nanobot efficiency count is dangerously low, and your wings have so many microfractures I’m surprised they haven’t fallen right off your back!”
Starscream groaned, covering his face with one hand. Hailstone wilted the rest of the way as his wingmates looked horrified at the situation report.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Tornado wailed, grabbing onto his trinemate but handling Hailstone like he might break at any moment, “I could have waited for my turn to carry! You didn’t need to hurt yourself!”
“Or risk our sparkling.” Acidstorm growled, pressing both hands against Hailstone’s canopy, right above the spark chamber, “You will tell us if something important comes up! No more stupid self-sacrifice!”
“How bad is it?” Starscream asked, turning away to give the trine their privacy to work things out.
“Honestly?” Aerialion asked, venting with a slow shake of his head, “He should be in stasis lock, his systems are so overworked.”
“And the sparkling?” Starscream was already working on a report detailing how the Rainmaker’s had been shot down. They would need to fabricate suitable corpses, but it was not the first time the Seekers had done this, and it would not be the last.
“Healthy, and strong as anything.” Aerialion flicked a brief smile before sobering again, “But I’d wager that the only reason Hailstone hasn’t gone into the final stages of fission is because he knows that it isn’t safe. Take my word for it. As soon as they get to Vos the sparkling’s going to want to see the sky.”
“I’ll have the medics ready with the protoforms for when they arrive then.” Starscream told the medic, who immediately looked relieved, wings losing some of their tenseness. Starscream turned back to the Rainmakers, “Alright you three. Break it up and get your thrusters in the air. I want you in Vos as fast as the wind will take you. You leave in a cycle. You all know the protocols for all you can’t seem to follow them, and there’s no need to tempt fate more than you already have!”
“As you command Winglord!” The Rainmakers said as one, scrambling off the medical berth to salute and leave.
“That’s one problem taken care of.” Starscream muttered, striding over to a communications consol and sending off the message to Vos that would prepare them for the Rainmakers arrival. Waving the medics away, Starscream leaned heavily on his arms and sighed, “How many more are left I wonder?
(Word Count: 1363)
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So in case any of y'all have been wondering where I've been for the past few days, I was making my Zombie Loan cosplay. I'll be going as Koyomi/Yomi in her outfit from the "Butterfly" episodes. I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. ^_^ And yes, before anyone says it both the character and I have huge... tracts of land. XP