Vocab Drabbles (2 TFs and 1 TMNT)
I'm running out of things to post on ff.net!!!!!!! *tragictragictragic* So here's some vocab drabbles I poked today. Two TFs (i'm gonna put it out there that the second one might very well be NTT compliarnt, or that could simply be my wishful thinking) and 1 TMNT. All Gen.
#1
The Autobots were a straightforward, and honest people, they would tell you what they thought, to the point of bluntness. And while some of them learned in a short amount of time, most of the Autobots had a difficult time picking up on the subtler cues and subaudition inherent in the human language. Much of the sarcasm and posturing would simply fly over their heads. It is thought that this is the root at the heart of the Autobot/Decepticon strife, as the Decepticons relied on the subtlest of verbal cues and expression to communicate a great deal to one another. A method the Autobots simply weren’t program to deal with.
#2
Hound slowed to a crawl, his warning system fritzing with alerts. He stealthily transformed and traced the scent that had set his alarms off. Unable to find it again, he crouched down with his face to the ground like a cyberwolf on the hunt. There, only a soupcon, the merest hint of a whiff. It wasn’t age that had taken this trace away, no... For around it he could smell the electrical field only left by cloaking shields, the type that could efface a scent until nothing of it remained. Hound lifted his head, bright optics peering critically around him.
He crouched in the shadow of a cliff, plenty of places to hide to the fore and behind. But something drew Hound’s optics up, and he met the snarling visage of a photovoltaic cat.
Hound stiffened at the sight of those red, red eyes, unusual to any naturally occurring Cybertronian wildlife. His fingers twitched and closed on the gun he pulled out of subspace.
The cat tightened his stance, snarl deepening.
The two stood like this for several breem; neither taking their optics, their sensors off the other.
Hound had never seen a PV cat built quite like this one. In any other situation he would have simply walked away. But he remembered Bluestreak jabbering about the turbohawks he’d sworn had purposefully targeted him with their talons. They, too, had unnaturally red optics. Hound’s fingers tightened, anger sparked through his motor relays. Hadn’t the Decepticons caused enough damage without turning the planet against the wildlife that used to flourish all over. Hound narrowed his optics, and brought up his targeting systems.
This was not a photovoltaic cat..
Damn them.
Hound brought his gun up and the cat leapt at him with a piercing yowl.
The shots hit dead on target, aimed for central processing unit.
But it didn't seem to phase the cat at all. It sank its teeth right through his armor and severed the servomotor cables to his hand.
Hound cried out and knocked the cat aside with a shake of his arm. He pounced on the cat, determined to capture it and take it back to base for examination and possibly spark interrogation.
It shrieked and yowled, chomping at whatever part of him it could reach, and raking its claws down Hound's chest.
Hound hissed in pain, but didn't loosen his grip. "You're not getting away that easy!" He wrenched the head away from his bihydraulics. "I'm not Tracks, and I don't care how scratched up I get."
One of the hind claws caught between the torso plating, ripping the entire section away.
With a wild shout, Hound slammed the cat bodily into the ground. He retrieved his gun from the ground, certain that he had the time.
A turbohawk dropped on him suddenly, screaming wildly as it went for his optics.
He yelled and batted it away. He didn't even take the time to aim, but shot at the retreating bird. He ran his hand over his face, and came away with coolant smeared fingers. Nothing major his diagnostics told him, nothing like the rents in his...
FRAGGIT!!
He whirled, gun held up and ready.
But he was too late.
The cat had disappeared and not even a joor of searching would avail Hound of its trail.
TMNT
The Shredder shook his fist at the turtles. “You shall rue the day you ever crossed me, you green freaks!” Then he turned and disappeared over the edge of the roof.
Michaelangelo hollered back, “Rue yourself, dude! Have you ever gotten a whiff of yourself. I mean peee YOW!” The last came in a sharp cry as his head jerked forward courtesy of a swipe of Raphael’s hand.
“What part of ninja doesn’t click in that hole you call your brain?”
Leonardo snorted as he helped Donatello move. “What part does he get?”
Donatello laughed, “ Be easier to explain astrophysics to a 2 year old,” before he dropped into the manhole.
Michaelangelo huffed after his brothers as they disappeared one by one. “It’s not my fault that I’m easily excitable.”
Raphael couldn’t resist poking his head out for one last taunt. “And stupid?”
“Yeah! Wai-HEY!”
#1
The Autobots were a straightforward, and honest people, they would tell you what they thought, to the point of bluntness. And while some of them learned in a short amount of time, most of the Autobots had a difficult time picking up on the subtler cues and subaudition inherent in the human language. Much of the sarcasm and posturing would simply fly over their heads. It is thought that this is the root at the heart of the Autobot/Decepticon strife, as the Decepticons relied on the subtlest of verbal cues and expression to communicate a great deal to one another. A method the Autobots simply weren’t program to deal with.
#2
Hound slowed to a crawl, his warning system fritzing with alerts. He stealthily transformed and traced the scent that had set his alarms off. Unable to find it again, he crouched down with his face to the ground like a cyberwolf on the hunt. There, only a soupcon, the merest hint of a whiff. It wasn’t age that had taken this trace away, no... For around it he could smell the electrical field only left by cloaking shields, the type that could efface a scent until nothing of it remained. Hound lifted his head, bright optics peering critically around him.
He crouched in the shadow of a cliff, plenty of places to hide to the fore and behind. But something drew Hound’s optics up, and he met the snarling visage of a photovoltaic cat.
Hound stiffened at the sight of those red, red eyes, unusual to any naturally occurring Cybertronian wildlife. His fingers twitched and closed on the gun he pulled out of subspace.
The cat tightened his stance, snarl deepening.
The two stood like this for several breem; neither taking their optics, their sensors off the other.
Hound had never seen a PV cat built quite like this one. In any other situation he would have simply walked away. But he remembered Bluestreak jabbering about the turbohawks he’d sworn had purposefully targeted him with their talons. They, too, had unnaturally red optics. Hound’s fingers tightened, anger sparked through his motor relays. Hadn’t the Decepticons caused enough damage without turning the planet against the wildlife that used to flourish all over. Hound narrowed his optics, and brought up his targeting systems.
This was not a photovoltaic cat..
Damn them.
Hound brought his gun up and the cat leapt at him with a piercing yowl.
The shots hit dead on target, aimed for central processing unit.
But it didn't seem to phase the cat at all. It sank its teeth right through his armor and severed the servomotor cables to his hand.
Hound cried out and knocked the cat aside with a shake of his arm. He pounced on the cat, determined to capture it and take it back to base for examination and possibly spark interrogation.
It shrieked and yowled, chomping at whatever part of him it could reach, and raking its claws down Hound's chest.
Hound hissed in pain, but didn't loosen his grip. "You're not getting away that easy!" He wrenched the head away from his bihydraulics. "I'm not Tracks, and I don't care how scratched up I get."
One of the hind claws caught between the torso plating, ripping the entire section away.
With a wild shout, Hound slammed the cat bodily into the ground. He retrieved his gun from the ground, certain that he had the time.
A turbohawk dropped on him suddenly, screaming wildly as it went for his optics.
He yelled and batted it away. He didn't even take the time to aim, but shot at the retreating bird. He ran his hand over his face, and came away with coolant smeared fingers. Nothing major his diagnostics told him, nothing like the rents in his...
FRAGGIT!!
He whirled, gun held up and ready.
But he was too late.
The cat had disappeared and not even a joor of searching would avail Hound of its trail.
TMNT
The Shredder shook his fist at the turtles. “You shall rue the day you ever crossed me, you green freaks!” Then he turned and disappeared over the edge of the roof.
Michaelangelo hollered back, “Rue yourself, dude! Have you ever gotten a whiff of yourself. I mean peee YOW!” The last came in a sharp cry as his head jerked forward courtesy of a swipe of Raphael’s hand.
“What part of ninja doesn’t click in that hole you call your brain?”
Leonardo snorted as he helped Donatello move. “What part does he get?”
Donatello laughed, “ Be easier to explain astrophysics to a 2 year old,” before he dropped into the manhole.
Michaelangelo huffed after his brothers as they disappeared one by one. “It’s not my fault that I’m easily excitable.”
Raphael couldn’t resist poking his head out for one last taunt. “And stupid?”
“Yeah! Wai-HEY!”