Bunny bit me.
From the TFbunnyfarm: Random bloodthirsty Decepticon witnesses Chromia/Blades in battle and instantly falls pathetically in love.
I'm not actually all that familiar with G1, only with the '07/'09 movies and TFA, plus lots and lots of fanon. So I went ahead and set this ficlet pre-movie. Hopefully this doesn't suck.
Title: Crossfaction Crush
Rating: PG-13
Continuity: Pre-'07 movie
Characters: Ironhide, Chromia, Talon (OC)
Summary: Chromia is defending an isolated outpost, waiting impatiently to be transferred back onto the frontlines, where the real action (and Ironhide) is. She notices some rather odd behavior on the part of the enemy...
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Half a vorn. She'd been stuck out here for half a vorn.'Here' was an outpost; a metal bunker buried in the ground, to be exact. It contained lots of supplies, or it had. Autobots passed through often, stopping to refuel and reload, so that most of the supplies- energon and spare parts, mostly- were gone. Chromia was eager for the last of it to be distributed, so that she could finally report 'mission accomplished' to the Prime and be transferred home.
Home was the Autobot headquarters, in Iacon. Prime had moved them from Simfur in the early days of the war, and now, the main body of the troops resided there, fighting vicious battles with the Decepticons in Trypticon and Kaon.
Chromia had accepted this out of the way mission, far from any city, because at the time there had been Decepticon warriors surrounding the area, and if they found the bunker, there would be a massive battle for supplies. However, the Cons hadn't found her or her team, and slowly, everyone but herself had been called to serve elsewhere. It was a safe position, and she hated safe.
There had been some action earlier; a small scouting group of Cons had camped nearby. Chromia had spied on them, feeding information back to home base, and then had engaged them whenever one of them strayed too far from their fortifications. At present, there were three of them left, and they were staying away from her. She was only allowed to go so far from the outpost.
It was enough to make her gears grind. Her weapons were in the best shape they'd ever been in, her processor was fully defragged, and she'd found and logged all her irrelevant subroutines. And there was nothing for her to do!
As Chromia inwardly bemoaned her fate, there was a beep at the console. She stared at the screen, and there was a blip; the Cons was approaching the bunker at full speed!
She punched open the hatch in the ceiling, vaulted out, and charged, cannons spinning.
"Die, Autobot!" One of the dumber Decepticons- a bulky mech named Claw- came at her with a spiky ball in the end of his arm.
"Suck it, Con!" Chromia fired, blowing his ball up, and then plowed into his legs. He was twice her size, but that ceased to be a problem once she'd shot holes in his legs. He fell, screaming obscenities, to the ground, and Chromia began using his chassis as cannon fodder.
As Chromia blew holes in Claw's armor and occasionally kicked him in the interfacing panels, and then turned her attention to one of comrades, who attempted to avenge his ignoble death. As Chromia tested out her missile launcher using his face as a target, calling him a 'slag-sucking fragger with the processing power of unstable energon', the third Decepticon watched.
His designation was Talon, and he was the same build and model as Claw; Chromia came up to his chest, but he was twice as broad as she was. He had the traditional red optics, the decorative spikes, and of course, jutting out from his wrists and ankles, making it a pain to walk and eat without puncturing the energon cube, were long, sharp, talons.
What was not usual about Talon was the soppy look n his face, and the fact that he was watching, slack-jawed, as she shredded two Decepticons that had been, until a few seconds ago, like brothers to him.
Chromia didn't realize that there was something off about Talon until she finished mangling Fang. Then she saw that her enemy was just...watching. She moved to attack, and suddenly seven more Cons, all bigger than Talon, emerged from the shadows. Chromia was distracted, and she plunged headlong into battle, while Talon stood there. Watching.
She was so beautiful...the way her cannons jutted out from her arms, the soft glow bathing her hands in light...the curved of her armor and the way her enemies' energon dripped down in, in splashes and streaks...the way her paint, an attractive shade of bright blue, contrasted with the scrapes of black and purple from the Decepticons she was punching...
Talon was in love.
Chromia decimated the ambushers without any difficulty, and when she looked up, Talon was gone. Her scanners weren't picking him up, and he was out of her allowed range, so she reluctantly went back into the bunker, and waited.
-------Seven orns later-----------------
Chromia was finally back where she belonged.
There was a massive, horrific battle raging outside Iacon, with hundreds of warriors on both sides, slashing and shooting, spilling energon and leaving mangled parts all over the metal ground.
Chromia, now equipped with even bigger cannons, a faster missile launcher, and some illegal grenades that Ironhide had given her as a welcome-back gift (he was so sweet), was cutting a path through the Decepticons, leaving offline shells on all sides. More and more Decepticons engaged her, hacking at her with swords and trying to shoot her with their puny plasma cannons.
As she whirled and twisted in battle, Talon approached. His shy, nervous demeanor and muttering would have made him an easy target, but he was staying just within Chromia's range, and no bot wanted to get in the way of her rampage if they could avoid it.
"What're you slagging doing, Con?" Chromia snarled, using the nearest body as shield against a shot from a fusion cannon.
"...your optics are pretty..." Talon said, dazed by her proximity and the fact that she was talking to him.
Chromia stared at him, shocked. Then she had a horrified vision of what Ironhide-and possibly Red Alert- would say if they could hear this conversation.
Talon smiled blissfully as Chromia punched him so hard that he sailed clear across the battlefield and almost hit Megatron in the face.
"She touched me..." He sighed. Starscream, who was fighting near Megatron and possible surreptitiously looking for an excuse to shoot his 'leader' in the back, stared at the fallen Con. The Seeker dimly recognized him.
"Who touched you?"
"Chromia..." Talon said happily. "She touched me...willingly...she even dented me...and look! She left some of her paint on me! I'm never washing again!"
"...Megatron! The Autobots are using their femmes to brainwash us!"
"The Autobots couldn't brainwash a rock." Megatron snapped.
"But Megatron! This mech-I think his name is Servo?-keeps babbling about how Chromia touched him!"
"All I hear is you, Starscream, whining about how you aren't getting any!"
----------Seven orns later----------
"...Elita! He's looking at me!"
"For Primus' sake, Chromia! You're an Autobot frontliner. Why are you afraid of this...this..."
"He keeps looking at me? He smiles all the time! Sometimes he even waves!"
"You and Ironhide are in the middle of a-a relationship, aren't you?" Elita asked incredulously. Had Chromia never heard of affection?
"Of course we are! Did I tell you about the solar panels he brought me for my cannons? He helped me install them after he knocked across the room while sparring..." Chromia was grinning, as if being dented in the head by Ironhide was in any way desirable.
"...right." Elita said slowly. "Ratchet is checking Talon for any processing damage right now. He's just developed a bit of a crush on you! Nothing to be afraid of!"
The two femmes were on guard duty at the entrance to the brig. Behind them, through an archway, were the cells where prisoners- including Talon- were kept.
"Chromia?" Talon whimpered. Elita and Chromia looked up. "Can you come and interrogate me again?"
Elita stared. The last time Chromia had gone down to interrogate a con, they'd cracked before she could do more than introduce herself. The con had begged to be allowed to talk, and could they please move the psycho femme as far away as possible?
"Please? I just want to see your cannons..."
"This is so wrong." Elita said, awed. "He..enjoyed being interrogated...?"
"He kept smiling at me!" Chromia moaned, punching the wall as hard as she could, and sinking back into her chair. "Punching him didn't even make me feel better!"
---------------Six orns later---------------
"Uh, Prime?" Jazz poked his head into Optimus's office. "Y'know that con we caught? Talon? He's offerin' ta talk."
"What are his terms?" Ironhide asked, standing up. He'd been discussing the latest upgrades with Optimus when Jazz came in.
"...he...he wants ta hold Chromia's hand." Jazz said, and then jumped back as, with a roar, Ironhide charged.
"That coulda gone better." Jazz mused. "If Talon lives, he'll be talkin' fer sure."
"If he lives." Prime sighed, and went back to the safer and saner world of his paperwork.
---------------------------------------------The End!------------
I'm not actually all that familiar with G1, only with the '07/'09 movies and TFA, plus lots and lots of fanon. So I went ahead and set this ficlet pre-movie. Hopefully this doesn't suck.
Title: Crossfaction Crush
Rating: PG-13
Continuity: Pre-'07 movie
Characters: Ironhide, Chromia, Talon (OC)
Summary: Chromia is defending an isolated outpost, waiting impatiently to be transferred back onto the frontlines, where the real action (and Ironhide) is. She notices some rather odd behavior on the part of the enemy...
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Half a vorn. She'd been stuck out here for half a vorn.'Here' was an outpost; a metal bunker buried in the ground, to be exact. It contained lots of supplies, or it had. Autobots passed through often, stopping to refuel and reload, so that most of the supplies- energon and spare parts, mostly- were gone. Chromia was eager for the last of it to be distributed, so that she could finally report 'mission accomplished' to the Prime and be transferred home.
Home was the Autobot headquarters, in Iacon. Prime had moved them from Simfur in the early days of the war, and now, the main body of the troops resided there, fighting vicious battles with the Decepticons in Trypticon and Kaon.
Chromia had accepted this out of the way mission, far from any city, because at the time there had been Decepticon warriors surrounding the area, and if they found the bunker, there would be a massive battle for supplies. However, the Cons hadn't found her or her team, and slowly, everyone but herself had been called to serve elsewhere. It was a safe position, and she hated safe.
There had been some action earlier; a small scouting group of Cons had camped nearby. Chromia had spied on them, feeding information back to home base, and then had engaged them whenever one of them strayed too far from their fortifications. At present, there were three of them left, and they were staying away from her. She was only allowed to go so far from the outpost.
It was enough to make her gears grind. Her weapons were in the best shape they'd ever been in, her processor was fully defragged, and she'd found and logged all her irrelevant subroutines. And there was nothing for her to do!
As Chromia inwardly bemoaned her fate, there was a beep at the console. She stared at the screen, and there was a blip; the Cons was approaching the bunker at full speed!
She punched open the hatch in the ceiling, vaulted out, and charged, cannons spinning.
"Die, Autobot!" One of the dumber Decepticons- a bulky mech named Claw- came at her with a spiky ball in the end of his arm.
"Suck it, Con!" Chromia fired, blowing his ball up, and then plowed into his legs. He was twice her size, but that ceased to be a problem once she'd shot holes in his legs. He fell, screaming obscenities, to the ground, and Chromia began using his chassis as cannon fodder.
As Chromia blew holes in Claw's armor and occasionally kicked him in the interfacing panels, and then turned her attention to one of comrades, who attempted to avenge his ignoble death. As Chromia tested out her missile launcher using his face as a target, calling him a 'slag-sucking fragger with the processing power of unstable energon', the third Decepticon watched.
His designation was Talon, and he was the same build and model as Claw; Chromia came up to his chest, but he was twice as broad as she was. He had the traditional red optics, the decorative spikes, and of course, jutting out from his wrists and ankles, making it a pain to walk and eat without puncturing the energon cube, were long, sharp, talons.
What was not usual about Talon was the soppy look n his face, and the fact that he was watching, slack-jawed, as she shredded two Decepticons that had been, until a few seconds ago, like brothers to him.
Chromia didn't realize that there was something off about Talon until she finished mangling Fang. Then she saw that her enemy was just...watching. She moved to attack, and suddenly seven more Cons, all bigger than Talon, emerged from the shadows. Chromia was distracted, and she plunged headlong into battle, while Talon stood there. Watching.
She was so beautiful...the way her cannons jutted out from her arms, the soft glow bathing her hands in light...the curved of her armor and the way her enemies' energon dripped down in, in splashes and streaks...the way her paint, an attractive shade of bright blue, contrasted with the scrapes of black and purple from the Decepticons she was punching...
Talon was in love.
Chromia decimated the ambushers without any difficulty, and when she looked up, Talon was gone. Her scanners weren't picking him up, and he was out of her allowed range, so she reluctantly went back into the bunker, and waited.
-------Seven orns later-----------------
Chromia was finally back where she belonged.
There was a massive, horrific battle raging outside Iacon, with hundreds of warriors on both sides, slashing and shooting, spilling energon and leaving mangled parts all over the metal ground.
Chromia, now equipped with even bigger cannons, a faster missile launcher, and some illegal grenades that Ironhide had given her as a welcome-back gift (he was so sweet), was cutting a path through the Decepticons, leaving offline shells on all sides. More and more Decepticons engaged her, hacking at her with swords and trying to shoot her with their puny plasma cannons.
As she whirled and twisted in battle, Talon approached. His shy, nervous demeanor and muttering would have made him an easy target, but he was staying just within Chromia's range, and no bot wanted to get in the way of her rampage if they could avoid it.
"What're you slagging doing, Con?" Chromia snarled, using the nearest body as shield against a shot from a fusion cannon.
"...your optics are pretty..." Talon said, dazed by her proximity and the fact that she was talking to him.
Chromia stared at him, shocked. Then she had a horrified vision of what Ironhide-and possibly Red Alert- would say if they could hear this conversation.
Talon smiled blissfully as Chromia punched him so hard that he sailed clear across the battlefield and almost hit Megatron in the face.
"She touched me..." He sighed. Starscream, who was fighting near Megatron and possible surreptitiously looking for an excuse to shoot his 'leader' in the back, stared at the fallen Con. The Seeker dimly recognized him.
"Who touched you?"
"Chromia..." Talon said happily. "She touched me...willingly...she even dented me...and look! She left some of her paint on me! I'm never washing again!"
"...Megatron! The Autobots are using their femmes to brainwash us!"
"The Autobots couldn't brainwash a rock." Megatron snapped.
"But Megatron! This mech-I think his name is Servo?-keeps babbling about how Chromia touched him!"
"All I hear is you, Starscream, whining about how you aren't getting any!"
----------Seven orns later----------
"...Elita! He's looking at me!"
"For Primus' sake, Chromia! You're an Autobot frontliner. Why are you afraid of this...this..."
"He keeps looking at me? He smiles all the time! Sometimes he even waves!"
"You and Ironhide are in the middle of a-a relationship, aren't you?" Elita asked incredulously. Had Chromia never heard of affection?
"Of course we are! Did I tell you about the solar panels he brought me for my cannons? He helped me install them after he knocked across the room while sparring..." Chromia was grinning, as if being dented in the head by Ironhide was in any way desirable.
"...right." Elita said slowly. "Ratchet is checking Talon for any processing damage right now. He's just developed a bit of a crush on you! Nothing to be afraid of!"
The two femmes were on guard duty at the entrance to the brig. Behind them, through an archway, were the cells where prisoners- including Talon- were kept.
"Chromia?" Talon whimpered. Elita and Chromia looked up. "Can you come and interrogate me again?"
Elita stared. The last time Chromia had gone down to interrogate a con, they'd cracked before she could do more than introduce herself. The con had begged to be allowed to talk, and could they please move the psycho femme as far away as possible?
"Please? I just want to see your cannons..."
"This is so wrong." Elita said, awed. "He..enjoyed being interrogated...?"
"He kept smiling at me!" Chromia moaned, punching the wall as hard as she could, and sinking back into her chair. "Punching him didn't even make me feel better!"
---------------Six orns later---------------
"Uh, Prime?" Jazz poked his head into Optimus's office. "Y'know that con we caught? Talon? He's offerin' ta talk."
"What are his terms?" Ironhide asked, standing up. He'd been discussing the latest upgrades with Optimus when Jazz came in.
"...he...he wants ta hold Chromia's hand." Jazz said, and then jumped back as, with a roar, Ironhide charged.
"That coulda gone better." Jazz mused. "If Talon lives, he'll be talkin' fer sure."
"If he lives." Prime sighed, and went back to the safer and saner world of his paperwork.
---------------------------------------------The End!------------