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swordageSoooo I was sitting around going DOOT DOOT DOOT and I wrote a thing. A dream-thing! A fic-thing. I honestly don't know if anyone wants to read such a thing but it's here if you want it. I usually get annoyed at such disclaimers but I'm not saying it sucks, I'm saying stories wherein all that happens is a character dreams tend to annoy me so I'm not sure why I wrote this. ANYWAY.
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Series: Transformers G1
Wordcount: 407
Rating: G
Summary: For millions of years, Skyfire dreamed.
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In the ice, Skyfire dreamed.
He saw the infinite spiraling towers of Vos: sometimes stretching above and around him for as far as he could see, sometimes tiny pinpricks far below. The atmosphere was thicker than he thought it should be. It pressed in on him, cold as the space between stars. They were distant inhospitable points of light all around him, a thousand million glowing optics staring with disinterest. He tried to tremble but his body refused to hear him. He couldn't move.
Everything was still. Entropy prevailed, heat-death of the universe reaching for his laser core, his very spark. He groaned. Vos groaned with him, Starscream's aerie rocking slowly under his feet. The wounded city shook its inhabitants out of their home-spires and they filled the too-thick air, falling as if through water. Skyfire could see their open mouths. They made no noise. The aerie groaned again and gravity shifted, moved sideways, and he dropped out the sky-door as if it were down instead of sideways and he fell into the midst of a hundred thousand tetrajets and they pressed against him, around him, wailing silently as their home shook out its death throes. They crushed around him and he couldn't move and everything was dark and he shivered, cold in his very spark, colder than the endless Pit of the Unmaker's gut.
Things moved in the dark. They chittered and laughed, bit at his extremities until he bled, gnawed until he couldn't feel the pain of it any longer. He couldn't see what they were. Their eyes had no glow, blind and snuffling and black. Skyfire wept in terror. One giggled near his face, and he could hear it move - he could hear it skitter closer - its sensory bristles touched his cheek but his optic glow illuminated nothing and its teeth were so sharp
The light came.
It came and he did not see it come until it was already bright, and the creatures of the dark were no more, and he groaned for the pains of his body where they had bit. The light was blue and knew his name: it spoke to him so sweetly with a voice of warmth and comfort. Its hands soothed his hurts and he could see into it, he could see Starscream at its core.
"Starscream," he said, though his mind was glacial and his voice recalcitrant. "It's you. You rescued me."
Starscream smiled.
Untitled
Series: Transformers G1
Wordcount: 407
Rating: G
Summary: For millions of years, Skyfire dreamed.
***
In the ice, Skyfire dreamed.
He saw the infinite spiraling towers of Vos: sometimes stretching above and around him for as far as he could see, sometimes tiny pinpricks far below. The atmosphere was thicker than he thought it should be. It pressed in on him, cold as the space between stars. They were distant inhospitable points of light all around him, a thousand million glowing optics staring with disinterest. He tried to tremble but his body refused to hear him. He couldn't move.
Everything was still. Entropy prevailed, heat-death of the universe reaching for his laser core, his very spark. He groaned. Vos groaned with him, Starscream's aerie rocking slowly under his feet. The wounded city shook its inhabitants out of their home-spires and they filled the too-thick air, falling as if through water. Skyfire could see their open mouths. They made no noise. The aerie groaned again and gravity shifted, moved sideways, and he dropped out the sky-door as if it were down instead of sideways and he fell into the midst of a hundred thousand tetrajets and they pressed against him, around him, wailing silently as their home shook out its death throes. They crushed around him and he couldn't move and everything was dark and he shivered, cold in his very spark, colder than the endless Pit of the Unmaker's gut.
Things moved in the dark. They chittered and laughed, bit at his extremities until he bled, gnawed until he couldn't feel the pain of it any longer. He couldn't see what they were. Their eyes had no glow, blind and snuffling and black. Skyfire wept in terror. One giggled near his face, and he could hear it move - he could hear it skitter closer - its sensory bristles touched his cheek but his optic glow illuminated nothing and its teeth were so sharp
The light came.
It came and he did not see it come until it was already bright, and the creatures of the dark were no more, and he groaned for the pains of his body where they had bit. The light was blue and knew his name: it spoke to him so sweetly with a voice of warmth and comfort. Its hands soothed his hurts and he could see into it, he could see Starscream at its core.
"Starscream," he said, though his mind was glacial and his voice recalcitrant. "It's you. You rescued me."
Starscream smiled.
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Date: 2010-07-17 12:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-07-17 12:39 am (UTC)I... yeeeeeeeeah, G1 and continuity give me a *headache*, because while I can buy *Starscream* being the type of scientist that would have been sent on FIND US ENERGON sorts of missions -- he strikes me as being chemical engineering type work, and Skyfire has always pinged me as xenobiology and/or biological engineering, which is why they would have worked well together afaik about the subjects. But Skyfire wouldn't be useful there, and he doesn't ask *any* questions about the war that I would expect if it had been brewing -- what finally sparked it, who ended up picking which side, etc.
But that also doesn't mesh with the comic canon, in which it's kinda-sorta Starscream starting the war and Vos and Tarn and rivalry and... yeah. *hands*
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Date: 2010-07-17 11:09 am (UTC)Skyfire is SO xenobiology. I think Starscream might have multiple specialties, but chemical engineering is probably the most relevant, probably some physics and mechanical engineering as well. Maybe their mission was early enough that Skyfire was sent for a thin veneer of "ooh look actual science"? And if that were the case, it might have been early enough that there was just murmurs of unrest as the energon started to dry up rather than a full-out uprising. Starscream would still know that their mission was (relatively) just before the final falling-out, but Skyfire would have been relatively oblivious since he never made it back to see the war begin.
mmmm I love theories. Trying to make sense of something as nonsensical as G1 is... kinda awesome. XD
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Date: 2010-07-17 03:26 pm (UTC)Most of the comics background I pull in is actually Megatron and Ravage -- I *like* Ravage being an ancient mech, and I adore Megatron being tied to a black hole as the source of his power. I can take or leave Starscream.
And yes, that's my usual preferred fanwank as well -- it was just before their final falling-out, but it was just before as *they* think of it, probably at least three vorns before the whispers even started getting to a *murmur* that Megatron could eventually tap.