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randomplaces2008-10-17 09:40 pm
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Random reality. WWII Germany. Hunting.
Blackout stared down at the big blue optics that stared back at her from the puddle of pink she'd just deposited on the rocky top of a hoodoo. "Pink! What the...."
Hormah looked over from her own perch, then nearly fell off it laughing. "Ye puked on 'er! Ye slaggin' puked on a Minicon, b'y."
Her creator facepalmed and growled, then fished the little thing out of the purged energon and shook her vigorously before tossing her Hormah-wise. "Let's go."
"Yes, Boss!" The half-Minicon contained her guffaws as she caught her little cousin, and then jumped aboard as Blackout transformed and hovered next to her hoodoo. There was a whoop and some excited chittering, and then they PINpointed away.
* * *
The tank rolled toward the strange smaller tank, feeling her crew aim her turret at the invader as the thunder of some sort of engine filled the air above her. She wondered a little, dully, at the colour of the invader, and at the strange code that it was transmitting, but the curiosity wasn't enough to break her out of the sort of stupor that she'd existed in since the humans had destroyed her old shell and moved her spark and part of her processor into this one.
And then the throbbing thunder overhead grew abruptly louder before it shut down, and there was suddenly a massive black giant standing in front of her.
The tank gave a startled falter, trying to figure out what was going on here. Had the enemy invented some sort of new weapon?
And then the other tank transformed, and the tank found herself shifting for the first time in her remembered history. Her crew, shouting with terror and surprise, evacuated and fled, but she didn't notice.
She was too busy staring at things like herself.
* * *
Blackout had been delighted when she'd spotted the massive, lumbering human machine, and had offloaded Hormah to distract the crew. Something like it would provide more than enough raw material to pay for her new sparklet's shell.
And then, as she'd swung into position to search out its weak point, she'd sensed its spark.
Her spark, she realized as the huge machine became an immense femme even larger and much heavier than herself.
"(Who are you?)" she demanded as Hormah deedled curiously and stepped closer. On her shoulders Pink and Scorponok looked on with great interest.
The tank blinked her dull red optics, understanding the words, but not the meaning.
Blackout growled, then slapped herself in the cockpit. "Blackout." A finger toward each of her passengers in turn. "Scorponok, Pink." And then her creation. "Hormah."
Understanding showed dimly in the tank's visage, and then she slowly lifted one hand and tapped herself on the chest. "Maus."
"Mouse...." Blackout frowned, then glanced in the direction of the departed humans with a vengeful glint in her optics.
"T'boss sez no..." Hormah warned her softly.
"I know," she growled back, then reached out and put a hand on the new femme's shoulder. "(Will you come with me, Mouse?)"
The tank blinked, ponderously trying to pull language from her processor. "Ich... Ich verstehe nicht."
Blackout rumbled at how young she sounded despite the mechanical, emotionless voice, then translated without thought. "Möchten Sie mit uns kommen?"
Maus's face lit with pitiful hopefulness as her hand reached toward the older femme's. "Ich, gehe mit Ihnen? Ja! Bitte!"
The words were painfully slow, but the eagerness was clear in them and in the grip that she now had on Blackout.
"Dann kommen Sie," the black femme said gently, mentally quirking a browplate at Primus at how fast and how suddenly he'd been answering her request for more troops. "Lassen Sie mich nicht los."
Mouse pondered, but then nodded and tightened her grip as they PINpointed away.
((German: "I... I don't understand." "Do you want to come with us?" "I, go with you? Yes! Please!" "Then you'll come. Don't let go."))
Hormah looked over from her own perch, then nearly fell off it laughing. "Ye puked on 'er! Ye slaggin' puked on a Minicon, b'y."
Her creator facepalmed and growled, then fished the little thing out of the purged energon and shook her vigorously before tossing her Hormah-wise. "Let's go."
"Yes, Boss!" The half-Minicon contained her guffaws as she caught her little cousin, and then jumped aboard as Blackout transformed and hovered next to her hoodoo. There was a whoop and some excited chittering, and then they PINpointed away.
The tank rolled toward the strange smaller tank, feeling her crew aim her turret at the invader as the thunder of some sort of engine filled the air above her. She wondered a little, dully, at the colour of the invader, and at the strange code that it was transmitting, but the curiosity wasn't enough to break her out of the sort of stupor that she'd existed in since the humans had destroyed her old shell and moved her spark and part of her processor into this one.
And then the throbbing thunder overhead grew abruptly louder before it shut down, and there was suddenly a massive black giant standing in front of her.
The tank gave a startled falter, trying to figure out what was going on here. Had the enemy invented some sort of new weapon?
And then the other tank transformed, and the tank found herself shifting for the first time in her remembered history. Her crew, shouting with terror and surprise, evacuated and fled, but she didn't notice.
She was too busy staring at things like herself.
Blackout had been delighted when she'd spotted the massive, lumbering human machine, and had offloaded Hormah to distract the crew. Something like it would provide more than enough raw material to pay for her new sparklet's shell.
And then, as she'd swung into position to search out its weak point, she'd sensed its spark.
Her spark, she realized as the huge machine became an immense femme even larger and much heavier than herself.
"(Who are you?)" she demanded as Hormah deedled curiously and stepped closer. On her shoulders Pink and Scorponok looked on with great interest.
The tank blinked her dull red optics, understanding the words, but not the meaning.
Blackout growled, then slapped herself in the cockpit. "Blackout." A finger toward each of her passengers in turn. "Scorponok, Pink." And then her creation. "Hormah."
Understanding showed dimly in the tank's visage, and then she slowly lifted one hand and tapped herself on the chest. "Maus."
"Mouse...." Blackout frowned, then glanced in the direction of the departed humans with a vengeful glint in her optics.
"T'boss sez no..." Hormah warned her softly.
"I know," she growled back, then reached out and put a hand on the new femme's shoulder. "(Will you come with me, Mouse?)"
The tank blinked, ponderously trying to pull language from her processor. "Ich... Ich verstehe nicht."
Blackout rumbled at how young she sounded despite the mechanical, emotionless voice, then translated without thought. "Möchten Sie mit uns kommen?"
Maus's face lit with pitiful hopefulness as her hand reached toward the older femme's. "Ich, gehe mit Ihnen? Ja! Bitte!"
The words were painfully slow, but the eagerness was clear in them and in the grip that she now had on Blackout.
"Dann kommen Sie," the black femme said gently, mentally quirking a browplate at Primus at how fast and how suddenly he'd been answering her request for more troops. "Lassen Sie mich nicht los."
Mouse pondered, but then nodded and tightened her grip as they PINpointed away.
((German: "I... I don't understand." "Do you want to come with us?" "I, go with you? Yes! Please!" "Then you'll come. Don't let go."))