Setting: Transformers - G1, Movieverse, Beast Wars
General Thematic: Facets of War
Characters: Multiple
Note: Just a writing exercise I wanted to do, which I may try to repeat weekly if not daily as of now. I probably over-subtled myself in some of these, but ah well. =)
Crossposted: Here for Movieverse drabblets.

Nelly Furtado, Build you up
Skywarp | G1

Skywarp watches from the sidelines and remains still. Every time, it's the same and he wonders when things will change. If they even can. The striking of metal against metal resonates through the room, a shriek of pain overwhelmed by a bellow of rage as Starscream falls once more under Megatron's ire.

Maybe one day, Skywarp hopes, he'll be able to ask his wingmates to leave this place, with him. He takes a step back, falling deeper in the shadows, keeping to his carefully cultivated act of witlessness. One day, he hopes he'll be strong enough. Ready enough.

But not today.


Timbaland, Apologize
Jazz/Barricade | Movieverse

The sounds of war rage around them as they stare at each other, merely a few yards apart - a lull in the battle made of two mechs, weapons pointed at each other in sure kill shots. But the chasm of their beliefs and allegiances gapes between them and no matter how close they are, in that moment, the distance separating them feels insurmountable.


Tori Amos, Silent all these years
Perceptor/ ? | Movieverse

Perceptor stares at the walls of his well- gilded cage, ignoring the instruments and gauges wailing at him in strident, demanding warnings. The faction logos seared against his will in his plates gleam under the lights of the laboratory, screaming shades of raging purple. They gave him the laboratory of his dreams after ripping away his soul, and think they have him broken and tame. Voices resonate in the corridors, the highest ranking of all Decepticons marching down towards him for yet another inspection and Perceptor hums to himself idly as he puts the finishing touches on the first weapon he created upon arriving here, before setting it aside for the right time.

He's waited long enough to join his bonded in the Matrix, and now is finally the day. Soon, everything will be light and the pain will be gone and the only thing left to do will be to go home.


Tori Amos, Precious Things
Starscream | G1

It took millennia for him to finally reach this place, to finally stand proudly by Megatron's side. Air commander of the Decepticon forces, second in command next to the High Lord himself. All that he'd ever yearned for. An impossible dream, he'd been told, over and over again.

It had meant everything to him, once. Now, only ashes remain and as Starscream peels away from his startled trine, ignoring the bellows of anger from a leader who failed to understand the mechanics of loyalty, the soft voice whispering comfortingly to him carries him up higher than anything else ever has. Trite, sappy and weak words, he once would have said. Until he realized that the owner of the voice meant them for him, as well.

"Freedom is the right of all sentient beings."


Godsmack, Serenity
Rampage | Beast Wars

Energon drips from his claws and a low, unsteady chuckle escapes him. He's been here before and will be here again, he knows. But as the calm sweeps across him, the death of the mech at his feet seeping through his circuits, Rampage feels a sweet, blessed moment of respite.

For a moment, time is irrelevant.


Nelly Furtado, Try
Starscream, Thundercracker, Skypwarp | G1

Everything seems surreal to Starscream as he stares at the captives being brought in by a group of clearly bemused Autobots who apparently aren't used to being eagerly dragged forward by those caught in battle. Merely a few days ago he'd have sneered at the weak-willed fools and yelled down insults from the skies. He still insults them, really - changing factions doesn't mean a personality transplant as far as he's concerned, but the sight of two beaming jets hopping up and down as they drag their captors forward, each trying to get his attention, steals everything away.

"Hey, TC! Lookit that, he's speechless!" Skywarp crows in glee, even as he gleefully tries for another hop, ignoring the the Autobots half-heartedly trying to keep him relatively still.

"Idiot. Did he really think we wouldn't follow?" Thundercracker mutters, not entirely sotto-voiced, giving his wing leader (always and forever, his wing leader) a darkling glare. A smug smile creeps back on his expression though, at the stunned look of the flier looking down at him.

The light dawning in Starscream's eyes is something the Autobots know very well - it's just not something they ever through they'd see in that particular mech's eyes, even as insults start flying between all three jets, one with new Autobot symbols etched on his wings, the other two with marred purples splotches fading away from the acids hastily used to remove them.


Full Blown Rose, The Longest Day
Optimus Prime | Movieverse

Their numbers were reduced to a mere ghost of what they had once been. They who had been a great and mighty people were now fallen, the few left behind haunted by the toll they had paid for their survival, surrounded by fire and death, serenaded by the whimpers of an ashen, dying world. Kneeling in the remnants of a husked building, staring down at scarred, wounded hands, he killed the sound of his audios. Fruitlessly seeking solace in silence yet again.

A transmission blossomed through the stillness surrounding him, whispered words by-passing every block in place to gently curl within his very core.

"The Cube has been found."

Raising his head, Optimus looked to the stars, disbelief warring with tenuous, fragile hope.


Nina Simone, Feeling Good
Hound | Movieverse

The Jeep drove on the back country road outlining the edge of the sea, sometimes losing any trace of road at all before finding the remnants of it once more, engine roaring with glee with each new hill and curve.

Every new arrival to the planet discovered a file on the local network, left for them by one no longer there to greet them. Often, they wondered if he'd known, somehow, that he wouldn't be there to show them this new world himself. They never spoke aloud of it, but each time someone else arrived, then wandered out of their new base with a distracted expression, the others stepped aside.

The strains of music drifted in the wind as Hound sped on, trying to see as much as possible during his first outing on Earth, leaving a trail of exultant, triumphant notes in his wake.

Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good


Everlife, Strangers like me
Sideswipe, Sunstreaker | G1

The twins lounge in the distance, watching the new additions to their ranks float in unison high up in the skies above. Every now and then, the three separate, whirling down in mad, suicidal charges for the ground before pulling up gleefully to reunite, sometimes flying so close they briefly appear to be one larger plane, rather than three individual units.

"You know..." Sideswipe pauses, giving his twin a contemplative look. They were the most vocal in protesting the integration of three Decepticons (former Decepticons, he amends still only to himself) to their ranks. But now that all is said and done... he thinks of the possibilities.

"Yeah." Sunstreaker grins slowly, a shark-like expression of beatific happiness reflected in his optics. "This is gonna be fun."

While the previous Autobot fliers have always consistently refused to have anything to do with the twins' combat tactics, both are more than certain they'll be able to talk the three above into helping them out.

Jet Judo has just acquired a whole new dimension.

Current Mood: relaxed