Fun and games
*Cyclonus is in alt-mode, flying through Nexusville's skies, turning circles in the air and, generally, doing his best to pretend that he's got more space to work with than he actually does.
It's not working so well, but Cyclonus has gotten distressingly used to the nothingness in his long-distance sensors and the error messages in his faster-than-light drive. Unlike most flyers and shuttles, being a spacejet is not Cyclonus' primary function or identity--first, he is Galvatron's second, and second, he is a warrior. The loss of the first two, and the partial replacement of Galvatron with Lord Megatron, are more important to him than the loss of spaceflight.
But flying gets him away from both his Lord and his subordinates for a bit, which is what he needs right now. Lord Megatron is not Lord Galvatron, and is not pleased with Cyclonus, either. Not in the way Lord Galvatron is displeased, quick to anger and quick to forget; Lord Megatron may be quick to take Cyclonus back, when things break between them to that point, but he'll still to draw out his displeasure for days and weeks.
But Cyclonus is there to not think about that. He allows him to pay attention to the list of words and phrases that creep into his processor from the public channels here.*
Fun and games?
I played a game with Rodimus lately--some version of a human game called 'soccer'. It was a good change, if nothing else, from everything else. Rodimus is my enemy, for all he calls me 'friend' here--I wouldn't care about him the way I do, were he anything else. When we return, there will be no more games between us, except for the lethal ones: but while we are both here, and Lord Galvatron is not--I might almost just as well play soccer with him as anything else.
The Decepticons under me (or, here, Decepticons that would be under me were we from the same universe or time period) say that I'm no fun at all, and certainly I've no desire to play with them: they're under my command, it's appropriate to maintain some distance. Even if I wanted to play with them, which I don't, particularly.
Back on Charr, I wasn't really interested in mechs other than Lord Galvatron and Scourge, and to some extent Ultra Magnus and Rodimus. I had my Lord and my wingmate, what else did I need? Scourge I would play with, him and the Sweeps, chasing each other through the space around Charr, enjoying my wingmate and his huntsmen. Sometimes Galvatron would be there with us, sending the Sweeps scattering in terror and catching me (for I could never, truly, flee from him) in his arms to do painful and wonderful things to me.
Or at least, that is what we would do when things were going well, and we had the time and energon to spare, and the inclination to spend our energy on play, rather than on fighting. Battle was another sort of 'fun and games': deadly, yes, but it was what we were made for, and my Lord was seldom more beautiful than he was on the battlefield.
It's not working so well, but Cyclonus has gotten distressingly used to the nothingness in his long-distance sensors and the error messages in his faster-than-light drive. Unlike most flyers and shuttles, being a spacejet is not Cyclonus' primary function or identity--first, he is Galvatron's second, and second, he is a warrior. The loss of the first two, and the partial replacement of Galvatron with Lord Megatron, are more important to him than the loss of spaceflight.
But flying gets him away from both his Lord and his subordinates for a bit, which is what he needs right now. Lord Megatron is not Lord Galvatron, and is not pleased with Cyclonus, either. Not in the way Lord Galvatron is displeased, quick to anger and quick to forget; Lord Megatron may be quick to take Cyclonus back, when things break between them to that point, but he'll still to draw out his displeasure for days and weeks.
But Cyclonus is there to not think about that. He allows him to pay attention to the list of words and phrases that creep into his processor from the public channels here.*
Fun and games?
I played a game with Rodimus lately--some version of a human game called 'soccer'. It was a good change, if nothing else, from everything else. Rodimus is my enemy, for all he calls me 'friend' here--I wouldn't care about him the way I do, were he anything else. When we return, there will be no more games between us, except for the lethal ones: but while we are both here, and Lord Galvatron is not--I might almost just as well play soccer with him as anything else.
The Decepticons under me (or, here, Decepticons that would be under me were we from the same universe or time period) say that I'm no fun at all, and certainly I've no desire to play with them: they're under my command, it's appropriate to maintain some distance. Even if I wanted to play with them, which I don't, particularly.
Back on Charr, I wasn't really interested in mechs other than Lord Galvatron and Scourge, and to some extent Ultra Magnus and Rodimus. I had my Lord and my wingmate, what else did I need? Scourge I would play with, him and the Sweeps, chasing each other through the space around Charr, enjoying my wingmate and his huntsmen. Sometimes Galvatron would be there with us, sending the Sweeps scattering in terror and catching me (for I could never, truly, flee from him) in his arms to do painful and wonderful things to me.
Or at least, that is what we would do when things were going well, and we had the time and energon to spare, and the inclination to spend our energy on play, rather than on fighting. Battle was another sort of 'fun and games': deadly, yes, but it was what we were made for, and my Lord was seldom more beautiful than he was on the battlefield.