[G1] 10 Prompts - Awe
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deceptikittyTitle: Awe
Arc: N/A
Rating: G
Characters: Ravage, Rumble, Frenzy, Laserbeak, Buzzsaw
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10_prompts - "Awe" [full table]
This was the prompt that started this little project. It's changed a little since my original idea, but the overall idea is still there.
Earth was an amazing place.
Buzzsaw rolled in the air with the flow of the wind, letting out an ecstatic whirr as he went. Laserbeak was far less amused, chirring at him that he was just begging for a horrible crash, but the younger avian mech ignored her. The feeling of the wind on this strange, bright planet was absolutely fascinating - he felt like a sparkling again, and he marvelled in the way it pushed and pulled at him from all angles and could not help but indulge in the experience.
He would have been the first to admit he initially had his doubts about the odd planet much as he understood they truly had no choice in calling it their new, temporary home. He was in a deep recharge inside Soundwave when the Decepticons launched in pursuit of the Autobots, so it was quite a shock when he was ejected into the dusty air of an organic planet just a few cycles ago when the Decepticons emerged from stasis on the foreign world. Admittedly, before then, Buzzsaw had not really known what "dirt" was - nor wind, for that matter. Certainly, he had witnessed the cosmic wind which sometimes enveloped Cybertron, but that was a phenomenon to be feared and one from which all small Cybertronians sought shelter until it passed. The cosmic wind brought heavy amounts of stellar radiation which could irreparably damage the smaller of their kind, especially those Buzzsaw's and his siblings' size, so when it came, they hid inside Soundwave, protected by his thick plating as well as by the buffer of his larger spark's energy.
This planet's wind, however, bode no ill omen as Buzzsaw quickly discerned after only half a breem of flight. Laserbeak chided him for his behavior, but he continued to ignore her. It was not as if they were on any assignment worth mentioning - they were merely surveying the surrounding area while the other stranded Decepticons began construction on the Nemesis II. So long as he did not stray too far away from their self-claimed territory, he was free to enjoy the strange, soothing wind as much as he liked, and he did so with fervor and quickly discovered that the higher in altitude he flew, the stronger the wind became. This delighted him even more, and he soon all but shut off his thrusters and allowed the wind to do what it wished with him.
Laserbeak stayed at a far more comfortable altitude and tried to ignore her brother's immature chirping. Certainly, the organic planet's wind was intriguing, but it was not that fascinating. She found no joy in letting a force which she could not see buffet her around the sky, and she quickly tired of trying to talk Buzzsaw down.
The clouds were another matter entirely. Those were quite fascinating. Cybertron had its fair share, but they were typically just smog or smoke from factories and the smelters and released torrents of acid rain on occasion. Earth's clouds, however, were made of water vapor - tiny droplets of water molecules tightly packed together which formed a fluffy mass which almost seemed solid at a distance but proved to be nothing more than mist up close. Laserbeak had never seen anything like them before, and despite her continual berating of Buzzsaw for behaving like a sparkling, she soon found herself flying through the clouds and quickly making a game of it. She punched through one and quickly looked back to see if she might possibly have left a hole. They seemed so solid at just the right distance, it only made sense that her flying through would have damaged them, but no - nothing she did phased it, and it continued to drift lazily across the sky and ignore her presence.
They were so many colors, too. Most were brilliant white, but it did not take long for her patrol to bring her to a very dark grey cloud to the far northern edge of her designated scouting area, and she immediately dove into it as well only to click in surprise when the mist she was expecting was instead rain. Laserbeak panicked at first, expecting the burning of acid on her delicate wings and even more fragile thrusters, but as she left the cloud again, she realized it was not hurting her - it was only water, not acid, and it pelted her metal frame softly and dripped from her wings and beak harmlessly. It was quite...calming, and she soon found her mind relaxed in a way she thought only cleaning could achieve.
Intrigued, Laserbeak hovered in place and quietly surveyed the grey fog above her which spilled its rain over the land below. It continued to drift across the sky and left a wake of water where ever it passed just like the acid rain clouds on Cybertron but far less destructive. She continued to hover and watch it until it passed completely, and then the sun slowly dried the water from her frame. Laserbeak tilted her head and reluctantly resumed her survey of the landscape though every few kliks, her mind wandered, and she found herself watching the clouds in the hope that another dark grey one would pass by again.
Maybe Earth was not so bad after all.
--
Earth was an amazing place.
Whistles and chirps and other lilting notes filled the air with a symphony unlike anything ever heard on Cybertron. It was halting and random with little rhythm and seemed to come from all directions at once with varying pitch and intensity, but somehow, it still sounded...musical.
Frenzy found himself trying to imitate the noises, listening intently to the different trills and whistles and working his vocal processor to copy them. There were so many different kinds of noises - trills, chirps, whistles, and cries - at so many different pitches, registers, and rhythms and coming from so many different directions, it quickly became too difficult to focus on all of them, so Frenzy picked out one and concentrated on it, noting the melody. It took a few tries, but he managed to discern the rhythm and soon imitated the sound almost perfectly with his vocal processor.
It had been far, far too long since he last heard music, much less made it, and while the noises were not true music in the sense he was accustomed to, it was close enough to relax his weary processors and make him forget entirely that he was supposed to be surveying and patrolling the ground while Laserbeak and Buzzsaw scouted the air.
He settled himself on the ground underneath a large specimen of organic vegetation which towered high over his head, its brown center pole branching off into a sea of brown and green which blocked his direct view of the sky. Many others of similar construct surrounded him, and since that seemed to be where the noises were originating, his initial thought was that the vegetation on this organic world could sing. It was a fascinating prospect, and Frenzy made himself comfortable in the soft dirt between two of the large plant's anchors near where they disappeared into the ground as he continued to imitate the sound he had mastered.
Suddenly, a flash of yellow caught his vision, and Frenzy's visor flickered in surprise when he located the burst of color. On the green ground just a few paces away was a tiny organic creature, brilliant yellow in color with a tuft of black on its head. Black eyes watched Frenzy as closely as he watched the creature, and it tilted its head curiously before it opened its orange, strangely-shaped mouth and made a noise which nearly made Frenzy jump. So this was the cause of the noise.
The creature repeated its short song and tilted its head again, and it dawned on Frenzy that it was awaiting a response. When he whistled in answer, the creature hopped twice, cautiously closing the distance between them, and whistled again. It did not take long for Frenzy to realize the whistles and trills were a form of communication for the organic, and that realization made him wonder just how many more and how many different kinds there were hiding in the sea of green above his head.
A few more exchanged repeats of the trill saw the little creature flitting into the air to rest on Frenzy's upraised knee, and the black and red cassette sat as still as he could so as not to frighten it. With it so close, he could now study it more closely, and he marvelled at its appearance. Its basic shape was really not so dissimilar from his own avian siblings despite being made of entirely organic material rather than metallic. Its colors reminded Frenzy of Buzzsaw - bright gold with tufts of dark, yellowish black on its head and the backs of its wings.
And suddenly, it began to sing - truly sing. It quit repeating the same trill over and over again and instead let loose a symphony of whistles and chirps with no true rhythm yet somehow maintaining a very pleasant melody, and it flapped its little wings as it sang. Frenzy was so surprised at the sudden change that he fell silent and only listened to the creature's lilting serenade.
After half a breem, he tried to join it after finding the proper pitch, and his duties were completely forgotten as he lost himself in the impromptu and primitive concert and buried himself in near forgotten memories of how he once entertain the masses of Cybertron with his brother not too unlike this. The source was different by far, and it was certainly not of the same caliber he once played, but music was music regardless of the species, and Frenzy was certainly not going to complain.
--
Earth was an amazing place.
A few adjustments made to his visor's input enabled Rumble to look at the bright yellow thing in the sky without its brightness damaging his optical sensors. He tilted his head slightly to one side then the other as he stared at the organic planet's sun in marvel. So this was what a star looked like up close. He had never shared Ravage's fascination with the heavens, finding staring at the stars and magnifying what he could with his optics horribly boring, but seeing one close rather than as just pinpoints of light dotting the dark sky of Cybertron, he realized maybe they were not so boring after all.
And it was warm.
Rumble stood completely still directly in the sun's light, and he could feel the difference. The cold he had known for so many thousands upon thousands of vorns was lifted as the sunlight warmed him from his outer shell to his broken frame deep inside, warmth he had not felt since before the war began. Tension-pained cables and wires began to ease and uncoil, no longer needing to stay tight to preserve precious heat. The longer Rumble stood in the sunlight, the warmer he became.
He flickered his visor a few times and finally tore his gaze from the sun when he realized he was growing hotter on his head than he was anywhere else, and when he discerned that fact, he simply lowered himself to the ground and made himself comfortable in the short green vegetation of the area, stretching out over the ground so the sunlight could shine over his whole front from head to foot.
It did not take long for the rest of his body to be heated by the sun, and he found himself shutting off his visor and drifting halfway into a pleasant recharge cycle. Primus, but it felt so good to be warm again. Megatron and his orders be slagged - in just a breem, Rumble felt better than he had in thousands of vorns, and he refused to resume his active duty at least for a while. The warmth eased the pain, chased away the cold, and left his mind at peace, and after nearly a full cycle, he struggled to remember what he was doing before and why it seemed so important.
Rumble shut off his visor and folded his hands together on his abdomen as he settled into his soft, organic makeshift recharge station and let his body shut down upon reaching the conclusion that whatever he was doing before could wait. He felt comfortable and safe and was not about to end the experience before he absolutely had to, and it was not until the sun began to set and its warmth faded below the horizon with it that Rumble made himself return to his fellow Decepticons, and even then, he wondered wistfully if he could repeat the relaxing excursion when the sun rose again.
--
Silver light painted the landscape with multiple shades of white, grey, and black, and shadows crept along the ground, stretching over hills and down into crevices. It was reflected by the water of a nearby lake where it sparkled and danced over the rippling surface. It glowed as brightly as a search light yet cast as many shadows as it dispelled and shrouded the landscape in a soft, mysterious glow. Everything it shined upon was softened in appearance, hard edges muted to create a shimmering blur, even the lone black and silver form which stared up at the light's source with crimson optics filled with wonder.
Moonlight flowed over Ravage's frame and accentuated her liquid grace as she padded softly up a hill, her optics never leaving the brilliant white orb in the sky. Cybertron's moons quite literally paled in comparison to this planet's lone satellite. Cybertron's were dark, almost ominous spheres hanging in the sky and awaiting one faction or the other to stake claim on them and turn them into formidable weapons. This moon glowed and exuded nothing but beauty as it lit the dark world below.
Ravage's tape whirred in her chest noisily as she captured image after image of the moon, optics focusing and zooming in as close as they could to take and store images and information on every mountain and crater she could see. When night fell on the planet this first night she and the other Decepticons were out of stasis, she first began documenting the new, foreign stars and constellations to later compare to her images of Cybertron's heavens.
Then she saw the moon.
She marveled at ancient lava flows and theorized the depths of craters and heights of mountains. Its white surface was riddled with so many scars it reminded her irrevocably of Rumble, yet it was still beautiful, and Ravage could not look away. Once she reached the top of the hill, she sat and quietly continued to stare at it with her head craned up to fill her vision with nothing but its flawed and wonderful visage. Ravage spent many cycles simply staring at it, and the realization that the moon was a permanent part of the sky she would call home for an undetermined amount of time lifted and warmed her spark in a way she had not felt in nearly forty thousand vorns. She knew then that she would not mind staying here because that realization convinced her.
Earth was an amazing place.
Arc: N/A
Rating: G
Characters: Ravage, Rumble, Frenzy, Laserbeak, Buzzsaw
Summary: Response to
10_prompts - "Awe" [full table]This was the prompt that started this little project. It's changed a little since my original idea, but the overall idea is still there.
Earth was an amazing place.
Buzzsaw rolled in the air with the flow of the wind, letting out an ecstatic whirr as he went. Laserbeak was far less amused, chirring at him that he was just begging for a horrible crash, but the younger avian mech ignored her. The feeling of the wind on this strange, bright planet was absolutely fascinating - he felt like a sparkling again, and he marvelled in the way it pushed and pulled at him from all angles and could not help but indulge in the experience.
He would have been the first to admit he initially had his doubts about the odd planet much as he understood they truly had no choice in calling it their new, temporary home. He was in a deep recharge inside Soundwave when the Decepticons launched in pursuit of the Autobots, so it was quite a shock when he was ejected into the dusty air of an organic planet just a few cycles ago when the Decepticons emerged from stasis on the foreign world. Admittedly, before then, Buzzsaw had not really known what "dirt" was - nor wind, for that matter. Certainly, he had witnessed the cosmic wind which sometimes enveloped Cybertron, but that was a phenomenon to be feared and one from which all small Cybertronians sought shelter until it passed. The cosmic wind brought heavy amounts of stellar radiation which could irreparably damage the smaller of their kind, especially those Buzzsaw's and his siblings' size, so when it came, they hid inside Soundwave, protected by his thick plating as well as by the buffer of his larger spark's energy.
This planet's wind, however, bode no ill omen as Buzzsaw quickly discerned after only half a breem of flight. Laserbeak chided him for his behavior, but he continued to ignore her. It was not as if they were on any assignment worth mentioning - they were merely surveying the surrounding area while the other stranded Decepticons began construction on the Nemesis II. So long as he did not stray too far away from their self-claimed territory, he was free to enjoy the strange, soothing wind as much as he liked, and he did so with fervor and quickly discovered that the higher in altitude he flew, the stronger the wind became. This delighted him even more, and he soon all but shut off his thrusters and allowed the wind to do what it wished with him.
Laserbeak stayed at a far more comfortable altitude and tried to ignore her brother's immature chirping. Certainly, the organic planet's wind was intriguing, but it was not that fascinating. She found no joy in letting a force which she could not see buffet her around the sky, and she quickly tired of trying to talk Buzzsaw down.
The clouds were another matter entirely. Those were quite fascinating. Cybertron had its fair share, but they were typically just smog or smoke from factories and the smelters and released torrents of acid rain on occasion. Earth's clouds, however, were made of water vapor - tiny droplets of water molecules tightly packed together which formed a fluffy mass which almost seemed solid at a distance but proved to be nothing more than mist up close. Laserbeak had never seen anything like them before, and despite her continual berating of Buzzsaw for behaving like a sparkling, she soon found herself flying through the clouds and quickly making a game of it. She punched through one and quickly looked back to see if she might possibly have left a hole. They seemed so solid at just the right distance, it only made sense that her flying through would have damaged them, but no - nothing she did phased it, and it continued to drift lazily across the sky and ignore her presence.
They were so many colors, too. Most were brilliant white, but it did not take long for her patrol to bring her to a very dark grey cloud to the far northern edge of her designated scouting area, and she immediately dove into it as well only to click in surprise when the mist she was expecting was instead rain. Laserbeak panicked at first, expecting the burning of acid on her delicate wings and even more fragile thrusters, but as she left the cloud again, she realized it was not hurting her - it was only water, not acid, and it pelted her metal frame softly and dripped from her wings and beak harmlessly. It was quite...calming, and she soon found her mind relaxed in a way she thought only cleaning could achieve.
Intrigued, Laserbeak hovered in place and quietly surveyed the grey fog above her which spilled its rain over the land below. It continued to drift across the sky and left a wake of water where ever it passed just like the acid rain clouds on Cybertron but far less destructive. She continued to hover and watch it until it passed completely, and then the sun slowly dried the water from her frame. Laserbeak tilted her head and reluctantly resumed her survey of the landscape though every few kliks, her mind wandered, and she found herself watching the clouds in the hope that another dark grey one would pass by again.
Maybe Earth was not so bad after all.
--
Earth was an amazing place.
Whistles and chirps and other lilting notes filled the air with a symphony unlike anything ever heard on Cybertron. It was halting and random with little rhythm and seemed to come from all directions at once with varying pitch and intensity, but somehow, it still sounded...musical.
Frenzy found himself trying to imitate the noises, listening intently to the different trills and whistles and working his vocal processor to copy them. There were so many different kinds of noises - trills, chirps, whistles, and cries - at so many different pitches, registers, and rhythms and coming from so many different directions, it quickly became too difficult to focus on all of them, so Frenzy picked out one and concentrated on it, noting the melody. It took a few tries, but he managed to discern the rhythm and soon imitated the sound almost perfectly with his vocal processor.
It had been far, far too long since he last heard music, much less made it, and while the noises were not true music in the sense he was accustomed to, it was close enough to relax his weary processors and make him forget entirely that he was supposed to be surveying and patrolling the ground while Laserbeak and Buzzsaw scouted the air.
He settled himself on the ground underneath a large specimen of organic vegetation which towered high over his head, its brown center pole branching off into a sea of brown and green which blocked his direct view of the sky. Many others of similar construct surrounded him, and since that seemed to be where the noises were originating, his initial thought was that the vegetation on this organic world could sing. It was a fascinating prospect, and Frenzy made himself comfortable in the soft dirt between two of the large plant's anchors near where they disappeared into the ground as he continued to imitate the sound he had mastered.
Suddenly, a flash of yellow caught his vision, and Frenzy's visor flickered in surprise when he located the burst of color. On the green ground just a few paces away was a tiny organic creature, brilliant yellow in color with a tuft of black on its head. Black eyes watched Frenzy as closely as he watched the creature, and it tilted its head curiously before it opened its orange, strangely-shaped mouth and made a noise which nearly made Frenzy jump. So this was the cause of the noise.
The creature repeated its short song and tilted its head again, and it dawned on Frenzy that it was awaiting a response. When he whistled in answer, the creature hopped twice, cautiously closing the distance between them, and whistled again. It did not take long for Frenzy to realize the whistles and trills were a form of communication for the organic, and that realization made him wonder just how many more and how many different kinds there were hiding in the sea of green above his head.
A few more exchanged repeats of the trill saw the little creature flitting into the air to rest on Frenzy's upraised knee, and the black and red cassette sat as still as he could so as not to frighten it. With it so close, he could now study it more closely, and he marvelled at its appearance. Its basic shape was really not so dissimilar from his own avian siblings despite being made of entirely organic material rather than metallic. Its colors reminded Frenzy of Buzzsaw - bright gold with tufts of dark, yellowish black on its head and the backs of its wings.
And suddenly, it began to sing - truly sing. It quit repeating the same trill over and over again and instead let loose a symphony of whistles and chirps with no true rhythm yet somehow maintaining a very pleasant melody, and it flapped its little wings as it sang. Frenzy was so surprised at the sudden change that he fell silent and only listened to the creature's lilting serenade.
After half a breem, he tried to join it after finding the proper pitch, and his duties were completely forgotten as he lost himself in the impromptu and primitive concert and buried himself in near forgotten memories of how he once entertain the masses of Cybertron with his brother not too unlike this. The source was different by far, and it was certainly not of the same caliber he once played, but music was music regardless of the species, and Frenzy was certainly not going to complain.
--
Earth was an amazing place.
A few adjustments made to his visor's input enabled Rumble to look at the bright yellow thing in the sky without its brightness damaging his optical sensors. He tilted his head slightly to one side then the other as he stared at the organic planet's sun in marvel. So this was what a star looked like up close. He had never shared Ravage's fascination with the heavens, finding staring at the stars and magnifying what he could with his optics horribly boring, but seeing one close rather than as just pinpoints of light dotting the dark sky of Cybertron, he realized maybe they were not so boring after all.
And it was warm.
Rumble stood completely still directly in the sun's light, and he could feel the difference. The cold he had known for so many thousands upon thousands of vorns was lifted as the sunlight warmed him from his outer shell to his broken frame deep inside, warmth he had not felt since before the war began. Tension-pained cables and wires began to ease and uncoil, no longer needing to stay tight to preserve precious heat. The longer Rumble stood in the sunlight, the warmer he became.
He flickered his visor a few times and finally tore his gaze from the sun when he realized he was growing hotter on his head than he was anywhere else, and when he discerned that fact, he simply lowered himself to the ground and made himself comfortable in the short green vegetation of the area, stretching out over the ground so the sunlight could shine over his whole front from head to foot.
It did not take long for the rest of his body to be heated by the sun, and he found himself shutting off his visor and drifting halfway into a pleasant recharge cycle. Primus, but it felt so good to be warm again. Megatron and his orders be slagged - in just a breem, Rumble felt better than he had in thousands of vorns, and he refused to resume his active duty at least for a while. The warmth eased the pain, chased away the cold, and left his mind at peace, and after nearly a full cycle, he struggled to remember what he was doing before and why it seemed so important.
Rumble shut off his visor and folded his hands together on his abdomen as he settled into his soft, organic makeshift recharge station and let his body shut down upon reaching the conclusion that whatever he was doing before could wait. He felt comfortable and safe and was not about to end the experience before he absolutely had to, and it was not until the sun began to set and its warmth faded below the horizon with it that Rumble made himself return to his fellow Decepticons, and even then, he wondered wistfully if he could repeat the relaxing excursion when the sun rose again.
--
Silver light painted the landscape with multiple shades of white, grey, and black, and shadows crept along the ground, stretching over hills and down into crevices. It was reflected by the water of a nearby lake where it sparkled and danced over the rippling surface. It glowed as brightly as a search light yet cast as many shadows as it dispelled and shrouded the landscape in a soft, mysterious glow. Everything it shined upon was softened in appearance, hard edges muted to create a shimmering blur, even the lone black and silver form which stared up at the light's source with crimson optics filled with wonder.
Moonlight flowed over Ravage's frame and accentuated her liquid grace as she padded softly up a hill, her optics never leaving the brilliant white orb in the sky. Cybertron's moons quite literally paled in comparison to this planet's lone satellite. Cybertron's were dark, almost ominous spheres hanging in the sky and awaiting one faction or the other to stake claim on them and turn them into formidable weapons. This moon glowed and exuded nothing but beauty as it lit the dark world below.
Ravage's tape whirred in her chest noisily as she captured image after image of the moon, optics focusing and zooming in as close as they could to take and store images and information on every mountain and crater she could see. When night fell on the planet this first night she and the other Decepticons were out of stasis, she first began documenting the new, foreign stars and constellations to later compare to her images of Cybertron's heavens.
Then she saw the moon.
She marveled at ancient lava flows and theorized the depths of craters and heights of mountains. Its white surface was riddled with so many scars it reminded her irrevocably of Rumble, yet it was still beautiful, and Ravage could not look away. Once she reached the top of the hill, she sat and quietly continued to stare at it with her head craned up to fill her vision with nothing but its flawed and wonderful visage. Ravage spent many cycles simply staring at it, and the realization that the moon was a permanent part of the sky she would call home for an undetermined amount of time lifted and warmed her spark in a way she had not felt in nearly forty thousand vorns. She knew then that she would not mind staying here because that realization convinced her.
Earth was an amazing place.
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Date: 2008-04-27 12:01 pm (UTC)Incidentally, it's entirely your fault that I now think of Ravage and Laserbeak as female. :)
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Date: 2008-04-27 04:22 pm (UTC)This is the most awesome cassette story EVER. It is made of pure win with sprinkles of birdsong and sweetwater raindrops, baked in the heat of the sun and frosted with the light of the moon; it soars like a pair of happy flying cassettes and I am in awe of it like Ravage is at the moon.
You win the internets and the universe and at life.
*bows at your feet*
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Date: 2008-04-27 10:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-27 04:24 pm (UTC)Ravage & Laserbeak as female = coolness.
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Date: 2008-04-27 04:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-04-27 04:30 pm (UTC)Yeah.
Thanks!
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Date: 2008-04-27 05:56 pm (UTC)I loved Rumble's best. You've done a great job setting up that he's always cold from the injuries done him in the first story of this series, and it was so wonderful to think that he's finally warm enough to relax.
Great job.
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