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ayngelcatTitle: Survival
Universe: G1 Movie
Rating: PG
Characters: Bombshell, Shrapnel, Kickback
Warnings: None
Prompt: #1; using 5 Jan 2011 “Running Out of Time.”
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story.
Notes: This is set following the famous Astrotrain ‘survival of the fittest’ scene in the movie. It tells how the insecticons managed to get themselves transmorphed into Cyclonus, Sweeps etc by Unicron, yet still all put in an appearance at the start of Season 3! Because yes – they were all there XD
SURVIVAL
"The ‘ayes’ have it!" said Starscream.
“No!” Kickback clung to the side of Astrotrain’s door as the mass of Constructicons and coneheads and other Decepticons bore down, even though he knew it was useless. He was aware of Shrapnel clinging on the other side, and Bombshell was between them. But now the two Seekers were being forced out too, and there was a squeal of graunching metal as Skywarp was shoved against him.
The Seeker tried to grab the doorframe himself, attempting to shove the insecticon out into the yawning void of space. Kickback clung, feeling his hand crushed as Skywearp tried to dislodge it, the whole weight of the seeker crushing hard against him.
“Noooo ….!” he wailed.
From somewhere came Bombshell’s voice. “Kickback, Shrapnel! Let go! We’ll survive if we stick together. Don’t try to resist …. we’ll be crushed or they’ll kill us!”
And with a sickening lurch, Kickback felt their hatred, could see the menacing looks on their faces and knew Bombshell was right. And had they not always known that it would come to this one day? After all, they were , only insecticons; not true Decepticons. And much as Megatron had tolerated them and made good use of Bombshell’s talents, if it came to the crunch they had always known they would be the first to go.
Especially if Megatron no longer functioned – as now seemed to be the case.
There came an extra hard shove . “Kickback let go!” And then he could see Shrapnel falling, spinning out into space and Bombshell cartwheeling after him, Thundercracker following suit. “Thanks for nothing you miserable bunch of fraggers!” he muttered inaudibly. And then he let go himself, followed only astroseconds later by the purple seeker.
…………….
They were all three close together, traveling fast through the void. “Right!” said Bombshell. “Let’s get out of here. Transform!”
But try as they might, all three insecticons found they could not. It was as though they’d been glued into their root modes as firmly as though some transfixation device had been employed. “We’re caught in a tractor beam, beam! “ Yelled Shrapnel. “We should have stayed, I should have blasted them, them!”
“Yeah! “ wailed Kickback. “What happened to your cerebroshell, Bombshell?”
“Exactly, exactly!” Shrapnel echoed. “A poor effort, effort! And now look at us, us!”
“Yeah, and now what?” Kickback went on as they sped along. “Like - where’s this thing taking us?”
“Shush!” snapped Bombshell. “I’m thinking! And much as I feel happy that you two are for once in agreement, that will be somewhat eclipsed if I don’t get us out of this situation.”
The trouble was, he had no idea how to do it. Or even what the situation was. But he could not tell Shrapnel and Kickback that.
The insecticon looked around, wracking his processor. Just a short way away floated the bodies of Thundercracker and Skywarp, twisting bizarrely as they traveled, apparently unconscious. Well at least, Bombshell thought, he and Shrapnel and Kickback were still awake – although whether that would be blessing or a curse remained to be seen.
The Seeker bodies clunked together and sparks flew into space. “I never though Starscream would do those guys in in” whispered Shrapnel.
“Indeed, we are well off away from the Decepticons,” Bombshell said. “They are doomed under Starscream’s leadership. He is quite mad.” It may avail them nothing, but it was a ‘positive,’ thought the insecticon, probably the only one in this appalling predicament.
…………………..
The tug to - wherever - increased. There was a flash of silver, and the body of Megatron hurtled past, twisting and turning in haphazard passage. And now all three insecticons could see where they seemed to be going. A planet in the distance, with rings around it. Except that it did not really look like a planet, more like some artificial creation. It glowed eerily and on the side facing them was a bright circle of light, like a giant optic.
“Bombshell! What is that that thing?” wailed Kickback, just as a shaft of light radiated from the 'optic,' dazzling them in its glare. Megatron seemed to disappear, and then there was a deep, rumbling sound, like a great booming voice starting to talk. Although no words were discernible.
“It wants us all for something, something!” gasped Shrapnel; “It wants, wants …. gotta get out …. out …” and he started to struggle and, beside him, Kickback did the same.
But the tractor beam was relentless. “I don’t wanna be wanted by it. We gotta get out of here!” wailed Kickback as he fought to transform and break free.
And Bombshell did the only thing he could. Shuttering his optics, he reached out, seeking, searching for the universal bond which connected all insecticons; not a mere ripple between two mechs such as was a sparkbond, or a functional tie between individuals as were the Cybertronian gestalts, but something ancient and infinitely more powerful. Something to which the multitude of insecticons throughout the galaxy owed their resilience and their existence.
It was dim - as who knew how many of their particular kind has survived the Arachnid war after their departure - but it was there and it was enough to give him strength, a strength which he knew he must transmit instantly to Kickback and Shrapnel.
And he also knew, instantly, how to survive this. Reaching out , he grasped each of them firmly by the wrist.
“No!” he said to his writhing companions. “Save your energy! This is not how we will fight it!”
…………………
As they drew closer they could see Megatron ‘suspended’ in front of the ‘planet.’ The voice was talking, and now they could catch words - something about ’rebuilding.’ There were more flashes of light and then Megatron’s body seemed to light up and become covered in lines.
“Bombshell!” said Kickback and Shrapnel together, their voices high pitched and hysterical.
But the rhinoceros beetle’s voice was clam and commanding. “Focus!” he said, “You are insecticons. Draw on the strength of our race, which has survived the eons. “
They relaxed a little. “If it wants something, then we must give it what it wants,” said Bombshell. “Kickback! Do you have enough energy to perform a single cloning sequence on all three of us?”
Despite the calming influence of the beetle, Kickback’s denta were still chattering as he watched, transfixed, the Megatron they had always know appear to disintegrate and something quite different take its place – something purple, with a spiky helm. Nevertheless, he managed to stammer: “Y- yes – I think so! But I need to configure the sequence.”
“Do it!” commanded Bombshell. “ Shrapnel, do you have enough for one short sharp blast of ultra intense electricity?”
The stag beetle also tore his attention away also from the horrendous sight and performed a quick systems analysis. “Yes, yes,” he whispered. “ But to what end, Bombshell, Bombshell? Whatever you’re going to do, it will have to be fast, fast. We’re running out of time, time!”
Even as he spoke a wave of energy seemed to reach out and the bodies of the Seekers were suddenly gone, swept away, speeding into the planet’s waiting aura as Megatron , well – what used to be Megatron – floated to one side.
“Kickback, hurry!” urged Bombshell. “Shrapnel - be ready!”
………………..
Kickback was going as fast as he could. The creation of a mere single edition of themselves should have been easy. But his processor seemed sticky, as though it were already being pulled apart. “It’s hard,” he wailed as the Seeker bodies disappeared and the three of them felt a violent tug as the tractor beam ramped up in strength.
“Use the bond,” urged Bombshell.
Kickback felt the beetle’s firm grip, sensed his place in the scheme of things. Strength was suddenly within him, the distant echo of all the insecticons there had ever been, of every variation which had come and gone, every hierarchy which had risen and fallen, every caste ever produced and bound to their race. Insecticon energon suddenly surged through his conduits.
The cloning sequence clicked into place. “Hurry, hurry!” hissed Shrapnel. “Got it!” Kickback yelled.
There was a click, click, click followed by a whooshing sound, as three metal balls popped from Kickback’s arm, instantly enlarging and morphing into replicas of the three insecticons.
“Now, Shrapnel! “ yelled Bombshell, “blast with everything you have!”
There was a violent lurch and a wave of blinding light streamed from the planet, engulfing them and the voice proclaimed: “and these shall be your minions!” But a brighter blaze of blue-white electricity erupted around the insecticons, flinging them in the opposite direction, away from the influence of the tractor beam ant the strange planet. Away from their fate.
Just as their three clones were swept away, drawn in swiftly beside the Seekers before Unicron took apart their bodies like toys, merging them all to become Galvatron’s new forces.
……………..
Eventually Shrapnel’s blast wore off and the insecticons transformed, finding their systems back to normal now they were away from the influence of the tractor beam. Yet despite their relief, the usual whinges still managed to manifest.
“Don’t like the idea of myself being refurbished into something with a Seeker, Seeker” said Shrapnel.
“Just shut up, Shrapnel! How d’you think I feel about wasting good clones? It’s not us, is it, that’s the main thing. We’re here, we’ve survived. “
Bombshell could not help agreeing with kickback. But now was not the time and place to take sides. “Shrapnel, Kickback? Enough! Just concentrate on making for that group of asteroids in the distance ….”
(To be continued)
Universe: G1 Movie
Rating: PG
Characters: Bombshell, Shrapnel, Kickback
Warnings: None
Prompt: #1; using 5 Jan 2011 “Running Out of Time.”
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters or scenarios from the series within this story.
Notes: This is set following the famous Astrotrain ‘survival of the fittest’ scene in the movie. It tells how the insecticons managed to get themselves transmorphed into Cyclonus, Sweeps etc by Unicron, yet still all put in an appearance at the start of Season 3! Because yes – they were all there XD
SURVIVAL
"The ‘ayes’ have it!" said Starscream.
“No!” Kickback clung to the side of Astrotrain’s door as the mass of Constructicons and coneheads and other Decepticons bore down, even though he knew it was useless. He was aware of Shrapnel clinging on the other side, and Bombshell was between them. But now the two Seekers were being forced out too, and there was a squeal of graunching metal as Skywarp was shoved against him.
The Seeker tried to grab the doorframe himself, attempting to shove the insecticon out into the yawning void of space. Kickback clung, feeling his hand crushed as Skywearp tried to dislodge it, the whole weight of the seeker crushing hard against him.
“Noooo ….!” he wailed.
From somewhere came Bombshell’s voice. “Kickback, Shrapnel! Let go! We’ll survive if we stick together. Don’t try to resist …. we’ll be crushed or they’ll kill us!”
And with a sickening lurch, Kickback felt their hatred, could see the menacing looks on their faces and knew Bombshell was right. And had they not always known that it would come to this one day? After all, they were , only insecticons; not true Decepticons. And much as Megatron had tolerated them and made good use of Bombshell’s talents, if it came to the crunch they had always known they would be the first to go.
Especially if Megatron no longer functioned – as now seemed to be the case.
There came an extra hard shove . “Kickback let go!” And then he could see Shrapnel falling, spinning out into space and Bombshell cartwheeling after him, Thundercracker following suit. “Thanks for nothing you miserable bunch of fraggers!” he muttered inaudibly. And then he let go himself, followed only astroseconds later by the purple seeker.
…………….
They were all three close together, traveling fast through the void. “Right!” said Bombshell. “Let’s get out of here. Transform!”
But try as they might, all three insecticons found they could not. It was as though they’d been glued into their root modes as firmly as though some transfixation device had been employed. “We’re caught in a tractor beam, beam! “ Yelled Shrapnel. “We should have stayed, I should have blasted them, them!”
“Yeah! “ wailed Kickback. “What happened to your cerebroshell, Bombshell?”
“Exactly, exactly!” Shrapnel echoed. “A poor effort, effort! And now look at us, us!”
“Yeah, and now what?” Kickback went on as they sped along. “Like - where’s this thing taking us?”
“Shush!” snapped Bombshell. “I’m thinking! And much as I feel happy that you two are for once in agreement, that will be somewhat eclipsed if I don’t get us out of this situation.”
The trouble was, he had no idea how to do it. Or even what the situation was. But he could not tell Shrapnel and Kickback that.
The insecticon looked around, wracking his processor. Just a short way away floated the bodies of Thundercracker and Skywarp, twisting bizarrely as they traveled, apparently unconscious. Well at least, Bombshell thought, he and Shrapnel and Kickback were still awake – although whether that would be blessing or a curse remained to be seen.
The Seeker bodies clunked together and sparks flew into space. “I never though Starscream would do those guys in in” whispered Shrapnel.
“Indeed, we are well off away from the Decepticons,” Bombshell said. “They are doomed under Starscream’s leadership. He is quite mad.” It may avail them nothing, but it was a ‘positive,’ thought the insecticon, probably the only one in this appalling predicament.
…………………..
The tug to - wherever - increased. There was a flash of silver, and the body of Megatron hurtled past, twisting and turning in haphazard passage. And now all three insecticons could see where they seemed to be going. A planet in the distance, with rings around it. Except that it did not really look like a planet, more like some artificial creation. It glowed eerily and on the side facing them was a bright circle of light, like a giant optic.
“Bombshell! What is that that thing?” wailed Kickback, just as a shaft of light radiated from the 'optic,' dazzling them in its glare. Megatron seemed to disappear, and then there was a deep, rumbling sound, like a great booming voice starting to talk. Although no words were discernible.
“It wants us all for something, something!” gasped Shrapnel; “It wants, wants …. gotta get out …. out …” and he started to struggle and, beside him, Kickback did the same.
But the tractor beam was relentless. “I don’t wanna be wanted by it. We gotta get out of here!” wailed Kickback as he fought to transform and break free.
And Bombshell did the only thing he could. Shuttering his optics, he reached out, seeking, searching for the universal bond which connected all insecticons; not a mere ripple between two mechs such as was a sparkbond, or a functional tie between individuals as were the Cybertronian gestalts, but something ancient and infinitely more powerful. Something to which the multitude of insecticons throughout the galaxy owed their resilience and their existence.
It was dim - as who knew how many of their particular kind has survived the Arachnid war after their departure - but it was there and it was enough to give him strength, a strength which he knew he must transmit instantly to Kickback and Shrapnel.
And he also knew, instantly, how to survive this. Reaching out , he grasped each of them firmly by the wrist.
“No!” he said to his writhing companions. “Save your energy! This is not how we will fight it!”
…………………
As they drew closer they could see Megatron ‘suspended’ in front of the ‘planet.’ The voice was talking, and now they could catch words - something about ’rebuilding.’ There were more flashes of light and then Megatron’s body seemed to light up and become covered in lines.
“Bombshell!” said Kickback and Shrapnel together, their voices high pitched and hysterical.
But the rhinoceros beetle’s voice was clam and commanding. “Focus!” he said, “You are insecticons. Draw on the strength of our race, which has survived the eons. “
They relaxed a little. “If it wants something, then we must give it what it wants,” said Bombshell. “Kickback! Do you have enough energy to perform a single cloning sequence on all three of us?”
Despite the calming influence of the beetle, Kickback’s denta were still chattering as he watched, transfixed, the Megatron they had always know appear to disintegrate and something quite different take its place – something purple, with a spiky helm. Nevertheless, he managed to stammer: “Y- yes – I think so! But I need to configure the sequence.”
“Do it!” commanded Bombshell. “ Shrapnel, do you have enough for one short sharp blast of ultra intense electricity?”
The stag beetle also tore his attention away also from the horrendous sight and performed a quick systems analysis. “Yes, yes,” he whispered. “ But to what end, Bombshell, Bombshell? Whatever you’re going to do, it will have to be fast, fast. We’re running out of time, time!”
Even as he spoke a wave of energy seemed to reach out and the bodies of the Seekers were suddenly gone, swept away, speeding into the planet’s waiting aura as Megatron , well – what used to be Megatron – floated to one side.
“Kickback, hurry!” urged Bombshell. “Shrapnel - be ready!”
………………..
Kickback was going as fast as he could. The creation of a mere single edition of themselves should have been easy. But his processor seemed sticky, as though it were already being pulled apart. “It’s hard,” he wailed as the Seeker bodies disappeared and the three of them felt a violent tug as the tractor beam ramped up in strength.
“Use the bond,” urged Bombshell.
Kickback felt the beetle’s firm grip, sensed his place in the scheme of things. Strength was suddenly within him, the distant echo of all the insecticons there had ever been, of every variation which had come and gone, every hierarchy which had risen and fallen, every caste ever produced and bound to their race. Insecticon energon suddenly surged through his conduits.
The cloning sequence clicked into place. “Hurry, hurry!” hissed Shrapnel. “Got it!” Kickback yelled.
There was a click, click, click followed by a whooshing sound, as three metal balls popped from Kickback’s arm, instantly enlarging and morphing into replicas of the three insecticons.
“Now, Shrapnel! “ yelled Bombshell, “blast with everything you have!”
There was a violent lurch and a wave of blinding light streamed from the planet, engulfing them and the voice proclaimed: “and these shall be your minions!” But a brighter blaze of blue-white electricity erupted around the insecticons, flinging them in the opposite direction, away from the influence of the tractor beam ant the strange planet. Away from their fate.
Just as their three clones were swept away, drawn in swiftly beside the Seekers before Unicron took apart their bodies like toys, merging them all to become Galvatron’s new forces.
……………..
Eventually Shrapnel’s blast wore off and the insecticons transformed, finding their systems back to normal now they were away from the influence of the tractor beam. Yet despite their relief, the usual whinges still managed to manifest.
“Don’t like the idea of myself being refurbished into something with a Seeker, Seeker” said Shrapnel.
“Just shut up, Shrapnel! How d’you think I feel about wasting good clones? It’s not us, is it, that’s the main thing. We’re here, we’ve survived. “
Bombshell could not help agreeing with kickback. But now was not the time and place to take sides. “Shrapnel, Kickback? Enough! Just concentrate on making for that group of asteroids in the distance ….”
(To be continued)
