Fic: Surprised Vortex (G1) -PG-13
Title: Fly Until the Last Piece Stops Spinning (28 Vortexes)
Chapter: Surprised Vortex
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Vortex being Vortex.
Characters: Vortex, Air Raid
Universe: G1
Claimed by: agiftedmind
Summary: Battlefields are bad places for inner monologues.
Vortex was bored.
Not that this was unusual; Vortex was often bored. Boredom was the primary driving force behind the vast majority of his antics. In fact, sometimes the only thing keeping him from going completely insane from sheer lack of anything to do was seeing how far he could push insert-volatile-Decepticon's-name-here.
That was the problem with being smarter than everyone else, he reflected. No one else realized the amount of mental stimulation required to keep you interested.
Take the battle going on below him, for example. Grade-A boring. Way too predictable, to the point where Vortex could almost say the lines with them.
He entertained himself for a few seconds with the thought of writing it out as a script, giving all the parts to wrong people. The image of Optimus Prime simpering like Starscream amused him.
He hovered in place, cheerfully assigning parts to the other combatants and utterly ignoring the voices swearing at him over the comm. Something about getting his lazy aft in gear, he thought.
More proof that no one understood the horrors of boredom like he did. He idly dodged a missile and swooped out of the way of laser fire, and went on imagining Megatron punctuating his threats with “Zam! Pow!”
He figured he probably should contribute something, and opened fire on Bluestreak, trapping the snipper against a cliff, twisting and dancing to avoid the shots.
See, now that was entertaining!
“VORTEX! Look out!” A tiny little Swindle-voice broke into his puppeteering, sounding strangely panicked.
Huh.
Curious, Vortex turned in place to see what was so important.
For a split second, he wondered why the frag Skywarp was pulling a Ramjet impression on him...
Then Air Raid slammed into his side in the most beautifully suicidal maneuver he'd ever witnessed. The jet's wing clipped his rotors, sheering off as the rotorblades shattered against it.
They tumbled together, close enough that Vortex could hear the incoherent screaming coming over both their commlinks before the sound was stolen away by rushing air. The jet seemed to have knocked himself out, completely unresponsive to the frantic calls of his gestalt mates.
The searing pain in his side and rotor assembly was making him feel a little fuzzy, but Vortex managed two thoughts before the ground rushed up to meet him.
First, the jet was quite possibly the most insane person he'd ever run into...
...and second, he was in love!
Master List 'O Doom
Chapter: Surprised Vortex
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Vortex being Vortex.
Characters: Vortex, Air Raid
Universe: G1
Claimed by: agiftedmind
Summary: Battlefields are bad places for inner monologues.
Vortex was bored.
Not that this was unusual; Vortex was often bored. Boredom was the primary driving force behind the vast majority of his antics. In fact, sometimes the only thing keeping him from going completely insane from sheer lack of anything to do was seeing how far he could push insert-volatile-Decepticon's-name-here.
That was the problem with being smarter than everyone else, he reflected. No one else realized the amount of mental stimulation required to keep you interested.
Take the battle going on below him, for example. Grade-A boring. Way too predictable, to the point where Vortex could almost say the lines with them.
He entertained himself for a few seconds with the thought of writing it out as a script, giving all the parts to wrong people. The image of Optimus Prime simpering like Starscream amused him.
He hovered in place, cheerfully assigning parts to the other combatants and utterly ignoring the voices swearing at him over the comm. Something about getting his lazy aft in gear, he thought.
More proof that no one understood the horrors of boredom like he did. He idly dodged a missile and swooped out of the way of laser fire, and went on imagining Megatron punctuating his threats with “Zam! Pow!”
He figured he probably should contribute something, and opened fire on Bluestreak, trapping the snipper against a cliff, twisting and dancing to avoid the shots.
See, now that was entertaining!
“VORTEX! Look out!” A tiny little Swindle-voice broke into his puppeteering, sounding strangely panicked.
Huh.
Curious, Vortex turned in place to see what was so important.
For a split second, he wondered why the frag Skywarp was pulling a Ramjet impression on him...
Then Air Raid slammed into his side in the most beautifully suicidal maneuver he'd ever witnessed. The jet's wing clipped his rotors, sheering off as the rotorblades shattered against it.
They tumbled together, close enough that Vortex could hear the incoherent screaming coming over both their commlinks before the sound was stolen away by rushing air. The jet seemed to have knocked himself out, completely unresponsive to the frantic calls of his gestalt mates.
The searing pain in his side and rotor assembly was making him feel a little fuzzy, but Vortex managed two thoughts before the ground rushed up to meet him.
First, the jet was quite possibly the most insane person he'd ever run into...
...and second, he was in love!
Master List 'O Doom