"The oyster has become diamonds! ... I'm on a horse."
Title: The Nine Rings of Vos: War
A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: Casualty is like a mobius strip. There's no beginning, and no end.
Timeline: More fic here.
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(In which Bullseye makes a call.)
“So you’ll keep an optic on him for me?” Bullseye asked quietly, focusing on the comm. unit’s screen rather than acknowledge her bondmate’s sulky silence.
“Of course, as much as I can at any rate.” Skids grinned at his niece. “I’ve been here for a while, and the mini’s tend to band together here. There’s a lot of subtle prejudice on this side of the lines. It won’t look odd at all for me to check in on him from time to time. I tend to get overlooked by these people anyway. One of the many benefits of being both a scientist and a mini.”
“Ah. Good then.” Bullseye shifted in her seat, expression turning hesitant. “You’re sure I can’t just drag him home?”
“I’m sorry, sparklet, but as soon as that fledgling of yours took the brand there was nothing I could do. He’s in the system now for better or worse. If he deserted with things heating up the way they are now you can bet your boot drive that the Autobots would want to know why.” Skids vented a sighed and shook his head. “It was an open invitation for trouble we can’t afford right now. Especially not with that little mate of yours still hiding from her jacked up fragger of a genitor. We’ll just have to tough it out. Unless you think young Cliffjumper would agree to staging his deactivation?”
“No. He’s dead set on fighting in this war.” Bullseye frowned in disappointment. “Are you going to let Cliffjumper know who you are?”
“Can’t.” Skids shrugged his back panels in apology. “I’m bending the rules as it is talking to you right now. Orders from the top are to avoid the other agents if we can and generally act as un-Seeker-ish as possible. Commander Jetfire is the only one who has regular contact with everyone under cover, and that’s only because he needs to be able to set up the assassinations. Worse is, I’m a deep sleeper agent. No one but my contact and Commander Jetfire know who I am on this side of the lines.”
“I understand.” Bullseye smiled weakly at her uncle. “I’m grateful that you’re doing so much for me as it is. You need to keep yourself in one piece too. You still haven’t been introduced to Meanstreak yet.”
“I’d hate to miss that!” Skids laughed, smiling back at Bullseye with a wicked glint in his optics. “I’ll do my best not to disappoint you, sparklet!”
(Word Count: 415)
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Yay for filler scenes! They're those things that, y'know, set up and explain certain things, such as why a formatter as overprotective as Bullseye let Cliffjumper run off to play soldier. Poor femme didn't have much of a choice. *pats Mama Seeker*
So my car got repossessed, but my wonderful grandfather is bailing me out. So I'll be getting my car back sometime next week. And I start a temp position next week too, and it pays cash, which means I'll have more money to play with come Botcon.
I've been trying to decide if I want to breed Slipstream to Overcast or Airwave. (I'm talking about my fish, not the jets.) Slipstream is a red/teal crowntail, Overcast is a blue longfin dragonscale, and Airwave is a black doubletail. Suggestions?
Here there be dragons. So I've discovered that if you want to try summoning a "Guardian of Nature" egg you need to have 3 or less eggs and 3 or less hatchlings. But alas, I failed again. Boo. *pouts*
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A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: Casualty is like a mobius strip. There's no beginning, and no end.
Timeline: More fic here.
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(In which Bullseye makes a call.)
“So you’ll keep an optic on him for me?” Bullseye asked quietly, focusing on the comm. unit’s screen rather than acknowledge her bondmate’s sulky silence.
“Of course, as much as I can at any rate.” Skids grinned at his niece. “I’ve been here for a while, and the mini’s tend to band together here. There’s a lot of subtle prejudice on this side of the lines. It won’t look odd at all for me to check in on him from time to time. I tend to get overlooked by these people anyway. One of the many benefits of being both a scientist and a mini.”
“Ah. Good then.” Bullseye shifted in her seat, expression turning hesitant. “You’re sure I can’t just drag him home?”
“I’m sorry, sparklet, but as soon as that fledgling of yours took the brand there was nothing I could do. He’s in the system now for better or worse. If he deserted with things heating up the way they are now you can bet your boot drive that the Autobots would want to know why.” Skids vented a sighed and shook his head. “It was an open invitation for trouble we can’t afford right now. Especially not with that little mate of yours still hiding from her jacked up fragger of a genitor. We’ll just have to tough it out. Unless you think young Cliffjumper would agree to staging his deactivation?”
“No. He’s dead set on fighting in this war.” Bullseye frowned in disappointment. “Are you going to let Cliffjumper know who you are?”
“Can’t.” Skids shrugged his back panels in apology. “I’m bending the rules as it is talking to you right now. Orders from the top are to avoid the other agents if we can and generally act as un-Seeker-ish as possible. Commander Jetfire is the only one who has regular contact with everyone under cover, and that’s only because he needs to be able to set up the assassinations. Worse is, I’m a deep sleeper agent. No one but my contact and Commander Jetfire know who I am on this side of the lines.”
“I understand.” Bullseye smiled weakly at her uncle. “I’m grateful that you’re doing so much for me as it is. You need to keep yourself in one piece too. You still haven’t been introduced to Meanstreak yet.”
“I’d hate to miss that!” Skids laughed, smiling back at Bullseye with a wicked glint in his optics. “I’ll do my best not to disappoint you, sparklet!”
(Word Count: 415)
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Yay for filler scenes! They're those things that, y'know, set up and explain certain things, such as why a formatter as overprotective as Bullseye let Cliffjumper run off to play soldier. Poor femme didn't have much of a choice. *pats Mama Seeker*
So my car got repossessed, but my wonderful grandfather is bailing me out. So I'll be getting my car back sometime next week. And I start a temp position next week too, and it pays cash, which means I'll have more money to play with come Botcon.
I've been trying to decide if I want to breed Slipstream to Overcast or Airwave. (I'm talking about my fish, not the jets.) Slipstream is a red/teal crowntail, Overcast is a blue longfin dragonscale, and Airwave is a black doubletail. Suggestions?
Here there be dragons. So I've discovered that if you want to try summoning a "Guardian of Nature" egg you need to have 3 or less eggs and 3 or less hatchlings. But alas, I failed again. Boo. *pouts*
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