Fic: Falling Down Vortex (G1) - PG
Title: Fly Until the Last Piece Stops Spinning (28 Vortexes)
Chapter: Falling Down Vortex
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Vortex, Sideswipe
Universe: G1
Claimed by: eerian_sadow
Summary: Vortex tries out jet judo.
“How come no one ever does that to me?” Vortex complained, watching Dirge trying desperately to dump his unwanted passenger.
“Why would you want them to?” Swindle growled, checking the charge on his weapon.
“Because it looks fun!” Vortex folded his arms and sulked.
“So go hover over one of 'em and see if you can get him to jump on,” Brawl suggested.
Vortex paused. “Brawlie, that has to be the best idea you've ever had!”
“Vortex, what the frag are you-” Swindle started as Vortex transformed and took off. “Vortex! Get your whirly aft back here!”
x-x-x
“Look out, Sideswipe! You have incoming!”
Sideswipe ducked as Vortex passed overhead. The chopper didn't seem to notice him, dropping into a hover a few hundred feet away.
Oh, this is just too perfect, Sideswipe thought, an evil smirk growing. “Hey, Sunny, have you ever had an urge to try Chopper-Fu?”
“What?”
His smirk widened. “Just watch and learn.” He charged out from behind the rock, activating his jetpack and latching onto Vortex's landing struts. “I can't believe we haven't done this before... He's even got handlebars!”
“What the frag are you doing, Sideswipe?”
It took Sideswipe a split second to realize that Vortex wasn't shrieking in rage like he'd expected.
... He was cackling.
Sideswipe tightened his grip as Vortex climbed, swinging his legs up and wrapping them around the landing strut.
“Come on, Autobot, let's go flying.” With that, Vortex banked hard, looping his way across the battlefield.
This isn't that bad, Sideswipe thought, clinging hard. Alright, so the whirling blades sometimes being underneath him was disconcerting, because Vortex didn't seem to believe in the idea that helicopter rotors were supposed to stay on top, and spent nearly as much time upside down and sideways as right-side up. But really, it wasn't much worse than trying to hold onto Thrust.
“Hey, do you know why helicopters have tail rotors?” Vortex asked cheerfully.
“Huh?” Sideswipe had a bad feeling about this.
“Because if you take them off, it does this,” Vortex told him, stopping his tail rotor.
Without the balancing push of the tail blades, his entire body started to turn, spinning around faster and faster.
“OH PRIMUS, WE'RE FAAAAAAAALLIIIIIIING!” Vortex shrieked gleefully, spinning like a demented top in midair and making no attempt to catch himself.
“Sideswipe! Get out of there!” Sunstreaker yelled over the comm.
“I can't!” Sideswipe tried not to panic, but it was way too easy to imagine what would happen if he let go and clipped the spinning blades.
Lamborghini salad for dinner, he thought, tightening his grip. Ground and sky spun around him, leaving him dizzy with his gyros unable to compensate.
“VORTEX! Stop playing around and get over here!” Onslaught's bellow could be heard over the din of rotors and rushing wind.
“Aw, Ons, you're no fun,” Sideswipe's captor whined. “Sorry, but Spoilsport over there says the ride's over.” He reactivated his tail rotor, stopping the spin so suddenly that Sideswipe lost his grip and found himself flung into the air.
He didn't have time to activate his jetpack before he hit the ground, skidding painfully across the dirt and rocks.
“Ow.” Laying still sounded like a good idea, he thought, staring dazedly at the dirt in front of his face. Someone was yelling something over his radio, but Sideswipe really couldn't bring himself to care.
A nice recharge, in this comfortable furrow of dirt....
Hands grabbed him, turning him over. Sideswiped blinked up the bright sunlight, reflecting off polished yellow armor.
“...Sunny?”
“Don't fragging call me that,” Sunstreaker growled. “What in the name of the slagging Pit are you doing?”
“Lying down,” Sideswipe told him.
“You're a slagging idiot,” Sunstreaker snapped back. “What the frag possessed you to jump on fragging Vortex? I figured even you weren't that stupid, but here you are, proving to me that there is no end to you idiocy!”
“...It sounded like fun?” Sideswipe ventured. He tried to sit up, but damage warnings flashing across his vision told him that was probably a bad idea. And judging by the way Sunstreaker's hands were twitching, it might be a good idea to just lie back and be quiet for a while.
Master List 'O Doom
Chapter: Falling Down Vortex
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Vortex, Sideswipe
Universe: G1
Claimed by: eerian_sadow
Summary: Vortex tries out jet judo.
“How come no one ever does that to me?” Vortex complained, watching Dirge trying desperately to dump his unwanted passenger.
“Why would you want them to?” Swindle growled, checking the charge on his weapon.
“Because it looks fun!” Vortex folded his arms and sulked.
“So go hover over one of 'em and see if you can get him to jump on,” Brawl suggested.
Vortex paused. “Brawlie, that has to be the best idea you've ever had!”
“Vortex, what the frag are you-” Swindle started as Vortex transformed and took off. “Vortex! Get your whirly aft back here!”
x-x-x
“Look out, Sideswipe! You have incoming!”
Sideswipe ducked as Vortex passed overhead. The chopper didn't seem to notice him, dropping into a hover a few hundred feet away.
Oh, this is just too perfect, Sideswipe thought, an evil smirk growing. “Hey, Sunny, have you ever had an urge to try Chopper-Fu?”
“What?”
His smirk widened. “Just watch and learn.” He charged out from behind the rock, activating his jetpack and latching onto Vortex's landing struts. “I can't believe we haven't done this before... He's even got handlebars!”
“What the frag are you doing, Sideswipe?”
It took Sideswipe a split second to realize that Vortex wasn't shrieking in rage like he'd expected.
... He was cackling.
Sideswipe tightened his grip as Vortex climbed, swinging his legs up and wrapping them around the landing strut.
“Come on, Autobot, let's go flying.” With that, Vortex banked hard, looping his way across the battlefield.
This isn't that bad, Sideswipe thought, clinging hard. Alright, so the whirling blades sometimes being underneath him was disconcerting, because Vortex didn't seem to believe in the idea that helicopter rotors were supposed to stay on top, and spent nearly as much time upside down and sideways as right-side up. But really, it wasn't much worse than trying to hold onto Thrust.
“Hey, do you know why helicopters have tail rotors?” Vortex asked cheerfully.
“Huh?” Sideswipe had a bad feeling about this.
“Because if you take them off, it does this,” Vortex told him, stopping his tail rotor.
Without the balancing push of the tail blades, his entire body started to turn, spinning around faster and faster.
“OH PRIMUS, WE'RE FAAAAAAAALLIIIIIIING!” Vortex shrieked gleefully, spinning like a demented top in midair and making no attempt to catch himself.
“Sideswipe! Get out of there!” Sunstreaker yelled over the comm.
“I can't!” Sideswipe tried not to panic, but it was way too easy to imagine what would happen if he let go and clipped the spinning blades.
Lamborghini salad for dinner, he thought, tightening his grip. Ground and sky spun around him, leaving him dizzy with his gyros unable to compensate.
“VORTEX! Stop playing around and get over here!” Onslaught's bellow could be heard over the din of rotors and rushing wind.
“Aw, Ons, you're no fun,” Sideswipe's captor whined. “Sorry, but Spoilsport over there says the ride's over.” He reactivated his tail rotor, stopping the spin so suddenly that Sideswipe lost his grip and found himself flung into the air.
He didn't have time to activate his jetpack before he hit the ground, skidding painfully across the dirt and rocks.
“Ow.” Laying still sounded like a good idea, he thought, staring dazedly at the dirt in front of his face. Someone was yelling something over his radio, but Sideswipe really couldn't bring himself to care.
A nice recharge, in this comfortable furrow of dirt....
Hands grabbed him, turning him over. Sideswiped blinked up the bright sunlight, reflecting off polished yellow armor.
“...Sunny?”
“Don't fragging call me that,” Sunstreaker growled. “What in the name of the slagging Pit are you doing?”
“Lying down,” Sideswipe told him.
“You're a slagging idiot,” Sunstreaker snapped back. “What the frag possessed you to jump on fragging Vortex? I figured even you weren't that stupid, but here you are, proving to me that there is no end to you idiocy!”
“...It sounded like fun?” Sideswipe ventured. He tried to sit up, but damage warnings flashing across his vision told him that was probably a bad idea. And judging by the way Sunstreaker's hands were twitching, it might be a good idea to just lie back and be quiet for a while.
Master List 'O Doom