Prompt Post 12/26 - Festive Yuletide peeps. Enjoy the fic!
Nine Rings of Vos: Revelations
A Transformers G1 Fanfiction
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: War does funny things to a mech's processors, and they end up showing you sides of their personalities you never would have expected to see.
Timeline: Airwave is much more amusing during his other appearances.
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(In which Airwave throws a tantrum.)
Despite an honestly come by reputation for avoiding battle wherever and whenever possible, Airwave was throwing the biggest screaming fit over being left behind that the gathered Seekers had even seen.
“But you hate firefights.” Slipstream stared at her mate, completely baffled by his sudden desire to shoot at things. “You said they give you rust-itches!”
“I don’t care!” Airwave shrieked, engines snarling discordant noise. “I’m not letting your trigger-happy laser-chasers go into the biggest battle of this entire fragging war with an incomplete trine!”
“You’re almost three orns sparked up!” Overcast bellowed in aggravation, his wings flaring wide as he glared at his wingmate. “Be reasonable, Airwave! You can barely make it through a cycle without dropping into recharge! The newspark is taking too much of your energy!”
“I said I don’t care!” Airwave stomped his thrusters and rattled his wings in a fit of pique. “I won’t let the two of you leave me behind!”
“Enough of this nonsense.” Thundercracker stalked into the room with a recently upgraded Soundwave following silently in the blue Winglord’s wake. The midnight hued telepath had been alternating which of his mates he shadowed since the first battle plan had been drawn up. That Soundwave was with Thundercracker meant that the technopath was concerned about danger to his mate - only recently delivered of his sparkling - and was prepared to react in defence. The already tense atmosphere grew worse. Thundercracker snarled at the gathered Seekers. “Airwave, stand down. Every able warrior is being deployed. The drain the newspark is putting on your systems makes you unfit for combat. You will be remaining in Vos with the other non-combatants. Your wingmates will be deployed to where they will be most effective. You have logic centers, use them! Incomplete Trines are second wave, not front line.”
“No!” Airwave spun around, howling his outrage into his Winglord’s face. “My trine will not separate!”
“Soundwave.” Thundercracker said softly, warning and permission for his overprotective mate as he turned his back on Airwave.
The nearly soundless ring of deploying tentacles was overtaken by Airwave’s choked off screech of shock. Soundwave hummed a moment later. “Unit Airwave: In stasis to allow energy level fluctuations to calm. Medical team enroute.”
“Thank you.” Thundercracker inclined his helm, looking at Slipstream and Overcast as they hovered over their unconscious mate. “Say what needs to be said and hand him over to the medics. He’ll be as safe as we can keep him until the battle is over and done with. If he can remain calm after he wakes, send him to his post. His relief is not nearly as skilled at coordination as we would like.”
“At your command, Winglord.” Clutching Airwave close, Overcast shuttered his optics and Slipstream nodded in understanding, claws delicate on Airwave’s face.
Thundercracker and Soundwave left them to their conversation and goodbyes. There was a battle to prepare for.
(Word Count: 481)
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Tah-da! Fic prompted by requiem_revista, who wanted "Airwave, knocked up? Maybe being babysat by Thundercracker (early) or Soundwave (later on)". Lo, I have written more Airwave, and man am I glad I'm not the one responsible for dealing with him when he wakes up. His poor trinemates. There was a reason they decided it would be a bad idea for Slipstream to be the first to carry. XP Oops. Looks like that backfired a little bit. ♥
So! I was shopping for gifts yesterday, which is why there was no post for the 23rd. But anyway, I'm trying to make the most of my vacation time to update my fic before college eats my life again.
HERE THERE BE DRAGONS! (My goal is to have two of each holiday dragon before the holiday ends. Hatch already you little slaggers!)
♥
♠
♥
♣
♥
♠
♥
♣
A Transformers G1 Fanfiction
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: War does funny things to a mech's processors, and they end up showing you sides of their personalities you never would have expected to see.
Timeline: Airwave is much more amusing during his other appearances.
=/=
(In which Airwave throws a tantrum.)
Despite an honestly come by reputation for avoiding battle wherever and whenever possible, Airwave was throwing the biggest screaming fit over being left behind that the gathered Seekers had even seen.
“But you hate firefights.” Slipstream stared at her mate, completely baffled by his sudden desire to shoot at things. “You said they give you rust-itches!”
“I don’t care!” Airwave shrieked, engines snarling discordant noise. “I’m not letting your trigger-happy laser-chasers go into the biggest battle of this entire fragging war with an incomplete trine!”
“You’re almost three orns sparked up!” Overcast bellowed in aggravation, his wings flaring wide as he glared at his wingmate. “Be reasonable, Airwave! You can barely make it through a cycle without dropping into recharge! The newspark is taking too much of your energy!”
“I said I don’t care!” Airwave stomped his thrusters and rattled his wings in a fit of pique. “I won’t let the two of you leave me behind!”
“Enough of this nonsense.” Thundercracker stalked into the room with a recently upgraded Soundwave following silently in the blue Winglord’s wake. The midnight hued telepath had been alternating which of his mates he shadowed since the first battle plan had been drawn up. That Soundwave was with Thundercracker meant that the technopath was concerned about danger to his mate - only recently delivered of his sparkling - and was prepared to react in defence. The already tense atmosphere grew worse. Thundercracker snarled at the gathered Seekers. “Airwave, stand down. Every able warrior is being deployed. The drain the newspark is putting on your systems makes you unfit for combat. You will be remaining in Vos with the other non-combatants. Your wingmates will be deployed to where they will be most effective. You have logic centers, use them! Incomplete Trines are second wave, not front line.”
“No!” Airwave spun around, howling his outrage into his Winglord’s face. “My trine will not separate!”
“Soundwave.” Thundercracker said softly, warning and permission for his overprotective mate as he turned his back on Airwave.
The nearly soundless ring of deploying tentacles was overtaken by Airwave’s choked off screech of shock. Soundwave hummed a moment later. “Unit Airwave: In stasis to allow energy level fluctuations to calm. Medical team enroute.”
“Thank you.” Thundercracker inclined his helm, looking at Slipstream and Overcast as they hovered over their unconscious mate. “Say what needs to be said and hand him over to the medics. He’ll be as safe as we can keep him until the battle is over and done with. If he can remain calm after he wakes, send him to his post. His relief is not nearly as skilled at coordination as we would like.”
“At your command, Winglord.” Clutching Airwave close, Overcast shuttered his optics and Slipstream nodded in understanding, claws delicate on Airwave’s face.
Thundercracker and Soundwave left them to their conversation and goodbyes. There was a battle to prepare for.
(Word Count: 481)
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Tah-da! Fic prompted by requiem_revista, who wanted "Airwave, knocked up? Maybe being babysat by Thundercracker (early) or Soundwave (later on)". Lo, I have written more Airwave, and man am I glad I'm not the one responsible for dealing with him when he wakes up. His poor trinemates. There was a reason they decided it would be a bad idea for Slipstream to be the first to carry. XP Oops. Looks like that backfired a little bit. ♥
So! I was shopping for gifts yesterday, which is why there was no post for the 23rd. But anyway, I'm trying to make the most of my vacation time to update my fic before college eats my life again.
HERE THERE BE DRAGONS! (My goal is to have two of each holiday dragon before the holiday ends. Hatch already you little slaggers!)
♥
♠
♥
♣
♥
♠
♥
♣