Chapter: Under the Stars Vortex (G1) - PG
Title: Fly Until the Last Piece Stops Spinning (28 Vortexes)
Chapter: Under the Stars Vortex
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Vortex, Blast Off
Universe: G1
Claimed by: meenah_spider
Summary: Blast Off tries to enjoy some peace and quiet.
The base was silent for once, Blast Off noted, content to lay back against the rocks outside. Wonderfully, beautifully silent. No bickering, no whining, no shouting... He had no idea what had gotten into his gestalt mates tonight, but he was perfectly happy to let it stay there.
Swindle had locked himself in his quarters to plot some sort of scheme or another. Onslaught was taking advantage of the time to pour over battle tactics without obnoxious interruptions. Even Vortex and Brawl, neither of whom ever seemed to appreciate the meaning of the words "quiet time," had managed to distract themselves in some personal activity or another.
What, exactly, Blast Off neither knew nor cared as long as they left him alone.
He settled back, tilting his his head back to look up at the stars. This wasn't quite the solitude of space, but it would suffice for the moment. And it had the added advantage of not costing the majority of his fuel stores to get to.
Blast Off didn't consider himself to be a sentimental mech, but there were times he missed Cybertron and the days before the energon shortages. Admittedly, mostly for practical reasons...
For instance, he could have afforded to go more than walking distance outside the base to relax, he thought in irritation as gravel crunched off to the side, heavy footsteps coming closer. He didn't bother getting up to look who it was. He'd find out entirely too soon anyway.
He hoped it was Swindle or Onslaught - both mechs usually only talked to him when they had something to say, which meant he could ditch them quickly and get back to his comfortable silence. Conversing with Brawl tended to be an exercise in frustration, and Vortex's chosen topics ranged from the disturbing to the bizarre.
Apparently, luck is really not with me tonight, Blast Off thought in exasperation as Vortex plopped down next to him.
Vortex craned his neck peering up at the sky. "What're you lookin' at?"
"I'm contemplating the possibility of a meteorite hitting you in the head and fixing your processor," Blast Off told him in irritation.
"Odds are astronomically low," Vortex told him, giggling at his own pun.
Blast Off glared. "I could see about increasing them," he threatened. He knew soon as he said it that it was a bad idea - Vortex liked to see how far he could push someone, find ways to get under their plating and trigger reactions. Any reaction, really. Threatening him was seen as encouragement.
But for once, Vortex didn't seem interested in pursuing the opening. Blast Off frowned behind his mask and gave Vortex a suspicious sideways look.
Vortex didn't seem to be paying him any attention, leaning back on his hands and peering up at the sky.
"So... which one's Cybertron?" Vortex asked, sounding just a bit too innocent.
"Not visible from here, as I'm quite sure you're aware," Blast Off huffed back.
Vortex's rotors lifted, waggling slightly. Blast Off got the impression that Vortex was grinning at him despite the battlemask. "But it's funner to make you say it."
"Your processor is glitched," Blast Off growled, pointedly turning his face skyward again and ignoring Vortex.
"Takes one to know one," Vortex said in a cheerful sing-song.
Blast Off gave him another irritated look. "What the frag is that supposed to mean?" he demanded.
Vortex shrugged his rotors. "Hey, you're the one who claims to be a genius." He gave Blast Off one of those sly looks that the shuttle was sure he'd picked up from Swindle. "Figure it out."
"Not worth the processing time," Blast Off huffed.
"Yeah," Vortex agreed, surprising his gestalt mate. "It's probably not. But hey, what else is there to do around here?"
"Go bother Onslaught."
"Later." Vortex beamed at him. "Right now I'm on the 'Bother Blasty' timeslot. Don't you feel special?"
"Oh, I'm just ecstatic with joy," Blast Off said flatly.
Vortex cackled, and Blast Off huffed air through his intakes, resigning himself to the loss of his solitude and comforting silence.
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Chapter: Under the Stars Vortex
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Characters: Vortex, Blast Off
Universe: G1
Claimed by: meenah_spider
Summary: Blast Off tries to enjoy some peace and quiet.
The base was silent for once, Blast Off noted, content to lay back against the rocks outside. Wonderfully, beautifully silent. No bickering, no whining, no shouting... He had no idea what had gotten into his gestalt mates tonight, but he was perfectly happy to let it stay there.
Swindle had locked himself in his quarters to plot some sort of scheme or another. Onslaught was taking advantage of the time to pour over battle tactics without obnoxious interruptions. Even Vortex and Brawl, neither of whom ever seemed to appreciate the meaning of the words "quiet time," had managed to distract themselves in some personal activity or another.
What, exactly, Blast Off neither knew nor cared as long as they left him alone.
He settled back, tilting his his head back to look up at the stars. This wasn't quite the solitude of space, but it would suffice for the moment. And it had the added advantage of not costing the majority of his fuel stores to get to.
Blast Off didn't consider himself to be a sentimental mech, but there were times he missed Cybertron and the days before the energon shortages. Admittedly, mostly for practical reasons...
For instance, he could have afforded to go more than walking distance outside the base to relax, he thought in irritation as gravel crunched off to the side, heavy footsteps coming closer. He didn't bother getting up to look who it was. He'd find out entirely too soon anyway.
He hoped it was Swindle or Onslaught - both mechs usually only talked to him when they had something to say, which meant he could ditch them quickly and get back to his comfortable silence. Conversing with Brawl tended to be an exercise in frustration, and Vortex's chosen topics ranged from the disturbing to the bizarre.
Apparently, luck is really not with me tonight, Blast Off thought in exasperation as Vortex plopped down next to him.
Vortex craned his neck peering up at the sky. "What're you lookin' at?"
"I'm contemplating the possibility of a meteorite hitting you in the head and fixing your processor," Blast Off told him in irritation.
"Odds are astronomically low," Vortex told him, giggling at his own pun.
Blast Off glared. "I could see about increasing them," he threatened. He knew soon as he said it that it was a bad idea - Vortex liked to see how far he could push someone, find ways to get under their plating and trigger reactions. Any reaction, really. Threatening him was seen as encouragement.
But for once, Vortex didn't seem interested in pursuing the opening. Blast Off frowned behind his mask and gave Vortex a suspicious sideways look.
Vortex didn't seem to be paying him any attention, leaning back on his hands and peering up at the sky.
"So... which one's Cybertron?" Vortex asked, sounding just a bit too innocent.
"Not visible from here, as I'm quite sure you're aware," Blast Off huffed back.
Vortex's rotors lifted, waggling slightly. Blast Off got the impression that Vortex was grinning at him despite the battlemask. "But it's funner to make you say it."
"Your processor is glitched," Blast Off growled, pointedly turning his face skyward again and ignoring Vortex.
"Takes one to know one," Vortex said in a cheerful sing-song.
Blast Off gave him another irritated look. "What the frag is that supposed to mean?" he demanded.
Vortex shrugged his rotors. "Hey, you're the one who claims to be a genius." He gave Blast Off one of those sly looks that the shuttle was sure he'd picked up from Swindle. "Figure it out."
"Not worth the processing time," Blast Off huffed.
"Yeah," Vortex agreed, surprising his gestalt mate. "It's probably not. But hey, what else is there to do around here?"
"Go bother Onslaught."
"Later." Vortex beamed at him. "Right now I'm on the 'Bother Blasty' timeslot. Don't you feel special?"
"Oh, I'm just ecstatic with joy," Blast Off said flatly.
Vortex cackled, and Blast Off huffed air through his intakes, resigning himself to the loss of his solitude and comforting silence.
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