Fic - Disillusion - Part I
Title: Disillusion - Part I
Warnings: gen, some action
Continuity: Shattered Glass (Disillusion AU)
Characters: G1!Blast Off, SG!Blades, SG!Brawl
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, nothing is mine.
Summary: Blast Off has a bad day and becomes the puppet of the universe for a while.
Beta: ultharkitty
Note: I finally did it. I finished this thing. Yay. I hope you have as much fun with this AU as I have writing for it. ;D
Disillusion - Part I
If there was one thing Blast Off had learnt during his time exploring space, it was that surprises were always bad. He sure had experienced quite a few weird looking portals in the past, but fortunately he’d always been able to avoid them.
At this particular moment, however, he didn’t have luck. There was no chance of evading the portal which opened only a few astroseconds ago in front of him. Blast Off flew at over 450,000 mph, which was a new record for this awful Earth alt-mode, and he had only time for one thought before the odd whirling colours swapped around him: Oh slag!
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Blast Off couldn’t tell how long his journey through the portal lasted. It could have been a klik or a whole vorn. It felt as though there was no real time, and this was actually something he knew from the past. But this was another, different story and Blast Off didn’t have time to remember properly when he suddenly reached the tunnel’s end and was spit out into a sky. It was a sky above a planet which looked weirdly like Cybertron, but again he couldn’t wonder about it. The change from weightlessness to the whatever-it-was of the portal to the now present gravity messed with his equilibrium chip and other sensors.
It took Blast Off a mere of three astroseconds to notice that he was flying upside down, and while he was slower, he still moved at a speed not very appropriate for an atmosphere. His frame began to shudder, followed by a sharp pain in his wings. It was nothing like re-entry; re-entry usually slowed him down, but now he already had re-entered the atmosphere, and Blast Off wasn’t as agile as a plane flying risky manoeuvre which might take away a bit of the velocity. Swindle once had called his alt-mode a flying brick, and Blast Off had been really angry about that. As much as he hated to admit it, but right now, he truly felt like a rock in the sky.
A rock which began to sink. Due to the stress in his frame, more systems decided to glitch, his thrusters along with them. Which, all considered, wasn’t that bad because he lost speed. What was bad, was that Blast Off’s sensor net decided to auto-change its setting to re-entry and suddenly everything got number. It was nice that the ache ebbed away, but the setting was only for the first few layers of atmosphere when the heat was too intense and no navigation was needed. It also made navigating almost impossible, and he could hardly feel his wings.
Blast Off guessed that he had circumnavigated the planet at least once by now as the ground came nearer. And not just the ground. On it, there was laser fire and explosions. A battlefield, Blast Off thought sarcastically, he hadn’t seen that in a while.
Unable to control his fall, Blast Off was in danger of crashing right in the middle of the battle. He decided that it was better to do that in root-mode than as a giant shuttle which also would be a big nice target.
Waiting another few astroseconds until it seemed to be the right moment, Blast Off transformed, and at a speed still too fast, he tried to land on his feet.
He didn’t succeed. Thanks to his changed sensor net setting, he didn’t feel much when he crashed, rolled and slid over the rough ground. His equilibrium was totally fragged, and when he finally came to a halt, he just lay there.
That was, he wanted to keep lying if it wasn’t for someone else groaning in pain and annoyance.
“You slagger!”
Blast Off’s optics snapped online - he hadn’t even realised he’d shut them down - and saw another mech lying a few mechanometres away.
A black-blue mech Blast Off had never seen before - what all together meant nothing, really; especially with this mech being an Autobot as his insignia told him. He was a rotary build, probably a Cybertronian alt-mode.
Blast Off was faster on his feet than he had expected. With his equilibrium chip still not in the mood for full cooperation, however, he stumbled a few steps back.
The other mech stayed on the ground, shivering and groaning, trying to get up as well.
“No one crashes into me, you slaggin’ glitch! I’m gonna rip out your ember and keep your head as a trophy!”
Blast Off didn’t listen to the words, he still was quite busy keeping on his feet. It didn’t help that his HUD was suddenly flooded by warnings, and the bit visual input he got told him that the other mech was about to succeed in standing up.
His engine revved, and Blast Off activated his cannons and fired. He felt the energy draining off his system when he shot, and for an astrosecond he thought he’d go unconscious.
There was a pained scream which told him that he’d hit the mech, and when his optics rebooted, he saw the other glaring at him - or at something behind him - for a moment, before standing up slowly, transforming and flying swaying away.
Surprisingly able to stay on his feet, Blast Off’s shoulders slumped in relief, and he huffed. His vents worked fast, and the tact of his engine sounded everything but healthy; his thoughts were clouded by dizziness and fatigue.
The battle raged over Blast Off’s head, and if there was one thing which was still clear in his mind, then it was the need to escape this area.
“Blast Off?” A voice interrupted his train of thought. A familiar voice, which sounded quite odd when it was used in such a calm and collected tone.
Blast Off turned around, almost tripping in his movement, and looked up. His optics flickered, and his own vocaliser sounded stressed.
“Brawl…?” Blast Off didn’t care that he must appear equally as stupid as the tank when he asked that, because right now, there was no reason not to ask.
The tank who stared at him with worried optics was pale grey and black. He had Brawl’s Cybertronian alt-mode and, the most confusing fact, he had the thick tank’s voice.
“You’re hurt,” was the concerned reply, which confused Blast Off even more.
Then his HUD flickered again, and a warning showed up: Energy level: dangerous. Stasis lock imminent.
Blast Off looked down at him and for the first time he noticed the gaping hole on his side. The plating was entirely ripped off, cables and circuitry stood out, and the flowing energon covered his whole leg.
That really wasn’t good. With his sensor net still at the re-entry setting, Blast Off didn’t feel the pain, and this was something at least…
He glanced back up at the weird Brawl, and it was probably the energon loss that the tank looked and sounded so strange.
Before Blast Off could say anything more, the visual input was cut and his HUD became blue.
There was another warning which told him that he was going to go into stasis lock, and again he had time left for one thought: Oh frag…
Also posted here
Warnings: gen, some action
Continuity: Shattered Glass (Disillusion AU)
Characters: G1!Blast Off, SG!Blades, SG!Brawl
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, nothing is mine.
Summary: Blast Off has a bad day and becomes the puppet of the universe for a while.
Beta: ultharkitty
Note: I finally did it. I finished this thing. Yay. I hope you have as much fun with this AU as I have writing for it. ;D
Disillusion - Part I
If there was one thing Blast Off had learnt during his time exploring space, it was that surprises were always bad. He sure had experienced quite a few weird looking portals in the past, but fortunately he’d always been able to avoid them.
At this particular moment, however, he didn’t have luck. There was no chance of evading the portal which opened only a few astroseconds ago in front of him. Blast Off flew at over 450,000 mph, which was a new record for this awful Earth alt-mode, and he had only time for one thought before the odd whirling colours swapped around him: Oh slag!
---
Blast Off couldn’t tell how long his journey through the portal lasted. It could have been a klik or a whole vorn. It felt as though there was no real time, and this was actually something he knew from the past. But this was another, different story and Blast Off didn’t have time to remember properly when he suddenly reached the tunnel’s end and was spit out into a sky. It was a sky above a planet which looked weirdly like Cybertron, but again he couldn’t wonder about it. The change from weightlessness to the whatever-it-was of the portal to the now present gravity messed with his equilibrium chip and other sensors.
It took Blast Off a mere of three astroseconds to notice that he was flying upside down, and while he was slower, he still moved at a speed not very appropriate for an atmosphere. His frame began to shudder, followed by a sharp pain in his wings. It was nothing like re-entry; re-entry usually slowed him down, but now he already had re-entered the atmosphere, and Blast Off wasn’t as agile as a plane flying risky manoeuvre which might take away a bit of the velocity. Swindle once had called his alt-mode a flying brick, and Blast Off had been really angry about that. As much as he hated to admit it, but right now, he truly felt like a rock in the sky.
A rock which began to sink. Due to the stress in his frame, more systems decided to glitch, his thrusters along with them. Which, all considered, wasn’t that bad because he lost speed. What was bad, was that Blast Off’s sensor net decided to auto-change its setting to re-entry and suddenly everything got number. It was nice that the ache ebbed away, but the setting was only for the first few layers of atmosphere when the heat was too intense and no navigation was needed. It also made navigating almost impossible, and he could hardly feel his wings.
Blast Off guessed that he had circumnavigated the planet at least once by now as the ground came nearer. And not just the ground. On it, there was laser fire and explosions. A battlefield, Blast Off thought sarcastically, he hadn’t seen that in a while.
Unable to control his fall, Blast Off was in danger of crashing right in the middle of the battle. He decided that it was better to do that in root-mode than as a giant shuttle which also would be a big nice target.
Waiting another few astroseconds until it seemed to be the right moment, Blast Off transformed, and at a speed still too fast, he tried to land on his feet.
He didn’t succeed. Thanks to his changed sensor net setting, he didn’t feel much when he crashed, rolled and slid over the rough ground. His equilibrium was totally fragged, and when he finally came to a halt, he just lay there.
That was, he wanted to keep lying if it wasn’t for someone else groaning in pain and annoyance.
“You slagger!”
Blast Off’s optics snapped online - he hadn’t even realised he’d shut them down - and saw another mech lying a few mechanometres away.
A black-blue mech Blast Off had never seen before - what all together meant nothing, really; especially with this mech being an Autobot as his insignia told him. He was a rotary build, probably a Cybertronian alt-mode.
Blast Off was faster on his feet than he had expected. With his equilibrium chip still not in the mood for full cooperation, however, he stumbled a few steps back.
The other mech stayed on the ground, shivering and groaning, trying to get up as well.
“No one crashes into me, you slaggin’ glitch! I’m gonna rip out your ember and keep your head as a trophy!”
Blast Off didn’t listen to the words, he still was quite busy keeping on his feet. It didn’t help that his HUD was suddenly flooded by warnings, and the bit visual input he got told him that the other mech was about to succeed in standing up.
His engine revved, and Blast Off activated his cannons and fired. He felt the energy draining off his system when he shot, and for an astrosecond he thought he’d go unconscious.
There was a pained scream which told him that he’d hit the mech, and when his optics rebooted, he saw the other glaring at him - or at something behind him - for a moment, before standing up slowly, transforming and flying swaying away.
Surprisingly able to stay on his feet, Blast Off’s shoulders slumped in relief, and he huffed. His vents worked fast, and the tact of his engine sounded everything but healthy; his thoughts were clouded by dizziness and fatigue.
The battle raged over Blast Off’s head, and if there was one thing which was still clear in his mind, then it was the need to escape this area.
“Blast Off?” A voice interrupted his train of thought. A familiar voice, which sounded quite odd when it was used in such a calm and collected tone.
Blast Off turned around, almost tripping in his movement, and looked up. His optics flickered, and his own vocaliser sounded stressed.
“Brawl…?” Blast Off didn’t care that he must appear equally as stupid as the tank when he asked that, because right now, there was no reason not to ask.
The tank who stared at him with worried optics was pale grey and black. He had Brawl’s Cybertronian alt-mode and, the most confusing fact, he had the thick tank’s voice.
“You’re hurt,” was the concerned reply, which confused Blast Off even more.
Then his HUD flickered again, and a warning showed up: Energy level: dangerous. Stasis lock imminent.
Blast Off looked down at him and for the first time he noticed the gaping hole on his side. The plating was entirely ripped off, cables and circuitry stood out, and the flowing energon covered his whole leg.
That really wasn’t good. With his sensor net still at the re-entry setting, Blast Off didn’t feel the pain, and this was something at least…
He glanced back up at the weird Brawl, and it was probably the energon loss that the tank looked and sounded so strange.
Before Blast Off could say anything more, the visual input was cut and his HUD became blue.
There was another warning which told him that he was going to go into stasis lock, and again he had time left for one thought: Oh frag…
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