Dream Encounter
TITLE: Dream Encounter
RATING: Teens
WARNINGS: Death, (blood, gore)
GENRE: General to Doom-n-gloom(?)
CONTINUITY: G1 (and a little bit of Bayverse)
CHARACTER: Thundercracker
SUMMARY: There is no such thing as Precognition. But, what if it was possible?
Thundercracker shuttered his optics. Online them.
Nope, the scene remained the same.
Running a system scan, trying to blame the hazy image on faulty sensors wouldn't work - the optics were working perfectly well.
Thundercracker held himself very still.
This was not the first time he had experienced this - (humans might label this event as an 'out-of-body' moment, but Thundercraker considered it pure hell.)
They world and its inhabitants were hazy, out of focus. The color was wrong too - filtered through a blood red lens, that alternated with black-and-white stark images. Trapped in this alien world, Thundercracker was helpless to do anything, unable to do anything except observe.
The first - and only previous time - Thundercracker had been trapped in this red haze, Thundercracker had seen a dead city on a dying planet, he'd been a youngling. One moment, his sparkler and Kindler had tucked him into recharge, the next, he'd been trapped on a world gone made.
Thundercracker had no words for the various energy beams, the plasma bolts, the laser strikes that sliced, diced, and chopped mechs, femmes, and younglings apart. He screamed, but no one noticed. No one heard him. Flyers deactivated fleeing mechs by the scores, slaughtered the helpless in droves.
Then, one of the Seekers, untouched by the flashes of light, flew in close. The Seeker's hands crushed the helms of broken mechs trying to protect the younglings at their feet. Thundercracker wimptered when the large imposing Seeker grabbed the younglings - he (the Seeker) did not gently lift the helpless sparklings. No the sparkling was yanked up and the arms torn, exposing wire, and freshly broken energon tubes.
At Thundercracker's whimper, the large Seeker reacted - He spun around and saw Thundercracker. The dying youngling, too small to survive such a major energon loss fell on top of its departed protector.
The seeker looked stricken, even as other Seekers jostled him and gleefully tore apart those too slow at escaping. "Hey, TC!" shouted a red-and-black seeker. (In this unreal haze, Thundercracker couldn't be sure of the exact colors, as every living thing was doused in red.) "Get a move on! Slackers are not allowed to live!" The shouter looked in the direction this 'TC' was staring, saw nothing.
The Seeker tore his gaze away from Thundercracker, transformed and flew up. "This sector's cleared!" 'TC' announced. "No survivors!" He moved on, half leading the charge to a section where more lights flashed.
Unseen by the killers, a small youngling - one hidden beneath the body of his dead protector, squirmed, flinching as the flyers roared off.
Thundercracker wondered what would happen to the small youngling, even as the horrifying scene faded to black. Opening his optics, Thundercracker (as a younglign) found himself held in the strong arms of his sparkler. His kindler was nearby, rubbing Thundercracker's back.
"It's okay, Thundercracker," cooked his creators. "We're here."
That first incident hand largely been forgotten as Thundercracker grew from youngling to fledgling, to adult.
The adult Thundercracker occasionally thought about that survivor, the one the Seeker left alive, but he always thought the entire thing had been a night terror. At least, that's what everyone (his creators and the medic) told him, when he brought up the memory sequence.
Until Tyger Pax. Until Praxus, Until Kaon, and the other cities fell. Then he knew, and wondered anew.
This time, the second time, ThunderCracker found himself in this blood-stained world with washed out colors, and unfocused features, Thundercracker quacked, wondering what future horrors he'd watch himself preform this time.
Small, organic creatures, smaller than minibots, about the size of Soundwave's smallest cassettes, fought against Megatron and a host of Decepticon warriors. The organic creatures were loosing badly, being crushed by rocks as their structures fell apart, unable to support the weight of Megatron. Still, they fought on, even as the creatures on either side died messily.
A handful of Autobots were fighting alongside the small, squishable things. Two seekers flew above the creatures, dropping a payload - as their cargo landed, it exploded, and flesh creatures died. Other Seekers dropped some kind of flaming liquid, and everywhere it landed, the flames touched and grew, melting even the armor of the Autobots.
Near the back of the battlefield, on the side of the organic creatures, one of their smallest members held aloft a glowing cube, and ran. Because he was unarmored, weaponless, and fleeing the fight, he should have gone unnoticed, except, that cube in his arms was the lost All-Spark!
Megatron moved to follow the young flesh creature. Prime moved to intercept. The tussle between the two great leaders was intense, but short - Optimus Prime faltered once, to avoid stepping on a living fighting, organic being, and Megatron savagely thrust his bayonet into Prime's spark.
Now unopposed, MEgatron tore the cube from the youngling's grasp and destroyed the defenders.
NO! Vowed Thundercracker. I Will Not Participate! I refuse to slaughter more mechs! He raged against the invisible confines, screeching his dismay, his anger, and his determination to whoever would listen.
One Seeker heard him. Transformed from the oddly alien streamlined alt mode, hovered and starred at Thundercracker - no Autobots remained aware enough to see the sight, and no Decepticons cared what their fellow soldiers were doing, since they had just won the war - ~ Do you mean it? ~
Thundercracker nodded.
~Even if it costs you your trine?~
ThunderCracker was slower to nod, but he still answered in the affirmative.
~This decision may mean your spark - chose wisely, and think about the consequences~ warned the hovering Seeker even as he faded from view. A stunned Thundercracker watched as the flames disappeared and the damage from the falling explosions vanished - The vast horde of Decepticons arrayed against the Autobots and the strange creatures had already shrunk and now numbered a dozen or maybe a score of mechs. Optimus Prime gained back the color of the living, yet his escort of mechs had changed. The creatures, no longer so strongly outnumbered, were successfully taking out one, two, then more of the Decepticons.
Then, even as the scene changed faster than Thundercracker could register, his vision turned back, and Thundercracker found himself back aboard The Nemesis. He glanced at the chrono, to find his recharge joors were not finished, but the dark blue Seeker did not want to drop back into recharge. He hand some tough choices to make.
On to Part 2
RATING: Teens
WARNINGS: Death, (blood, gore)
GENRE: General to Doom-n-gloom(?)
CONTINUITY: G1 (and a little bit of Bayverse)
CHARACTER: Thundercracker
SUMMARY: There is no such thing as Precognition. But, what if it was possible?
Thundercracker shuttered his optics. Online them.
Nope, the scene remained the same.
Running a system scan, trying to blame the hazy image on faulty sensors wouldn't work - the optics were working perfectly well.
Thundercracker held himself very still.
This was not the first time he had experienced this - (humans might label this event as an 'out-of-body' moment, but Thundercraker considered it pure hell.)
They world and its inhabitants were hazy, out of focus. The color was wrong too - filtered through a blood red lens, that alternated with black-and-white stark images. Trapped in this alien world, Thundercracker was helpless to do anything, unable to do anything except observe.
The first - and only previous time - Thundercracker had been trapped in this red haze, Thundercracker had seen a dead city on a dying planet, he'd been a youngling. One moment, his sparkler and Kindler had tucked him into recharge, the next, he'd been trapped on a world gone made.
Thundercracker had no words for the various energy beams, the plasma bolts, the laser strikes that sliced, diced, and chopped mechs, femmes, and younglings apart. He screamed, but no one noticed. No one heard him. Flyers deactivated fleeing mechs by the scores, slaughtered the helpless in droves.
Then, one of the Seekers, untouched by the flashes of light, flew in close. The Seeker's hands crushed the helms of broken mechs trying to protect the younglings at their feet. Thundercracker wimptered when the large imposing Seeker grabbed the younglings - he (the Seeker) did not gently lift the helpless sparklings. No the sparkling was yanked up and the arms torn, exposing wire, and freshly broken energon tubes.
At Thundercracker's whimper, the large Seeker reacted - He spun around and saw Thundercracker. The dying youngling, too small to survive such a major energon loss fell on top of its departed protector.
The seeker looked stricken, even as other Seekers jostled him and gleefully tore apart those too slow at escaping. "Hey, TC!" shouted a red-and-black seeker. (In this unreal haze, Thundercracker couldn't be sure of the exact colors, as every living thing was doused in red.) "Get a move on! Slackers are not allowed to live!" The shouter looked in the direction this 'TC' was staring, saw nothing.
The Seeker tore his gaze away from Thundercracker, transformed and flew up. "This sector's cleared!" 'TC' announced. "No survivors!" He moved on, half leading the charge to a section where more lights flashed.
Unseen by the killers, a small youngling - one hidden beneath the body of his dead protector, squirmed, flinching as the flyers roared off.
Thundercracker wondered what would happen to the small youngling, even as the horrifying scene faded to black. Opening his optics, Thundercracker (as a younglign) found himself held in the strong arms of his sparkler. His kindler was nearby, rubbing Thundercracker's back.
"It's okay, Thundercracker," cooked his creators. "We're here."
That first incident hand largely been forgotten as Thundercracker grew from youngling to fledgling, to adult.
The adult Thundercracker occasionally thought about that survivor, the one the Seeker left alive, but he always thought the entire thing had been a night terror. At least, that's what everyone (his creators and the medic) told him, when he brought up the memory sequence.
Until Tyger Pax. Until Praxus, Until Kaon, and the other cities fell. Then he knew, and wondered anew.
This time, the second time, ThunderCracker found himself in this blood-stained world with washed out colors, and unfocused features, Thundercracker quacked, wondering what future horrors he'd watch himself preform this time.
Small, organic creatures, smaller than minibots, about the size of Soundwave's smallest cassettes, fought against Megatron and a host of Decepticon warriors. The organic creatures were loosing badly, being crushed by rocks as their structures fell apart, unable to support the weight of Megatron. Still, they fought on, even as the creatures on either side died messily.
A handful of Autobots were fighting alongside the small, squishable things. Two seekers flew above the creatures, dropping a payload - as their cargo landed, it exploded, and flesh creatures died. Other Seekers dropped some kind of flaming liquid, and everywhere it landed, the flames touched and grew, melting even the armor of the Autobots.
Near the back of the battlefield, on the side of the organic creatures, one of their smallest members held aloft a glowing cube, and ran. Because he was unarmored, weaponless, and fleeing the fight, he should have gone unnoticed, except, that cube in his arms was the lost All-Spark!
Megatron moved to follow the young flesh creature. Prime moved to intercept. The tussle between the two great leaders was intense, but short - Optimus Prime faltered once, to avoid stepping on a living fighting, organic being, and Megatron savagely thrust his bayonet into Prime's spark.
Now unopposed, MEgatron tore the cube from the youngling's grasp and destroyed the defenders.
NO! Vowed Thundercracker. I Will Not Participate! I refuse to slaughter more mechs! He raged against the invisible confines, screeching his dismay, his anger, and his determination to whoever would listen.
One Seeker heard him. Transformed from the oddly alien streamlined alt mode, hovered and starred at Thundercracker - no Autobots remained aware enough to see the sight, and no Decepticons cared what their fellow soldiers were doing, since they had just won the war - ~ Do you mean it? ~
Thundercracker nodded.
~Even if it costs you your trine?~
ThunderCracker was slower to nod, but he still answered in the affirmative.
~This decision may mean your spark - chose wisely, and think about the consequences~ warned the hovering Seeker even as he faded from view. A stunned Thundercracker watched as the flames disappeared and the damage from the falling explosions vanished - The vast horde of Decepticons arrayed against the Autobots and the strange creatures had already shrunk and now numbered a dozen or maybe a score of mechs. Optimus Prime gained back the color of the living, yet his escort of mechs had changed. The creatures, no longer so strongly outnumbered, were successfully taking out one, two, then more of the Decepticons.
Then, even as the scene changed faster than Thundercracker could register, his vision turned back, and Thundercracker found himself back aboard The Nemesis. He glanced at the chrono, to find his recharge joors were not finished, but the dark blue Seeker did not want to drop back into recharge. He hand some tough choices to make.
On to Part 2