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measured_words) wrote2008-07-06 12:19 pm
measured_words) wrote2008-07-06 12:19 pm
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Ghosts of the Past Pt. 2
Transformers: AU G1/Beast Era (early season 3)
Dart + BW peeps
Technically a follow up to the as-yet incomplete Dart origin I'm still working on. Sometime I don't like to do things chronologically, okay? :V I've been working on this a bit in the evenings while in the field. It's slow but it is going. i also brought other things to work on but I've lost momentum on them :/
Blackarachnia narrowed her optics, trying to extend the range of her sensors. “I see him too.”
“Ahh, then, I think we should alert the other of these foul dealings at once!”
She turned her head, clicking her mandibles at Silverbolt. “We we work so well on our own, handsome. And besides – we don’t even know what he’s up to.”
“Well, “ he equivocated, flying down to land beside the spider. “No, but Optimus did say-”
“The ape said a lot of things – like that they’ve got other problems to worry about. I’m sure Waspinator isn’t going to rate very high on his list of priorities.”
“No, I suppose not.” He paused, unwilling to give in to easily, even in the face of her considerable feminine wiles. “But surely Megatron wouldn’t send such a wretched creature on any errand of import alone. He must have allies close at hand!”
“Or maybe he just found his whining especially annoying today and wanted him out of his hair. We’re not going to know unless we take a closer look, are we?”
“Very well – you are truly a mistress of both logic and beauty! We shall pursuer the villain – pathetic though he may be.”
“Good call, K-9.” She transformed, striking a pose and batting her eyelashes at her beau. “Now, are you gonna give a girl a lift?”
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Dart was aware of a strange sensation. Instead of data, his sensors were sending tiny pins through his system. It ranged from ticklish to painful, niggling at his processors and keeping him from falling in to true unconsciousness. He couldn’t place the sensation, though it was familiar. The precise passage of time eluded him.
He drifted, his mind stringing together random confused images until he became aware – fully aware – that someone was moving him. Awareness brought memories of waking after a long slumber to unfamiliar faces. It also brought pain.
“Don’t try to move too much.” The voice was calming – low pitched and even. It carried an unassuming wisdom. Dart’s optics were malfunctioning, and he couldn’t glean much more than a blurry impression of green and gold with blue optics flashing down at him. “We’d hoped out CR chamber might help you out a little more than it did, but it looks like I’m going to have to fix you up the old fashioned way. Sit tight there, friend – this might hurt a bit.”
Dart braced himself, but in reality, it wasn’t bad at all. The last thing the medic brought online was his full sensor array. Everything snapped in to focus and, as the other stepped back and shut off his torch, Dart sat up.
“There now. I think those repairs should hold.”
There were two bots present. Both had some familiar Cybertronian design elements in their designs, as well as some organic segments. The other, not the medic, had clearly been modeled to some extent on Optimus Prime. And yet, there were no other Autobots here – these wore an unfamiliar badge. According to his internal clock, thousands of solar cycles had passes since the crash – and yet they were all clearly on the Ark.
“Who are you?”
The medic stepped back after sharing a look with the other, who approached in his stead.
“I’m… Optimus Primal, and this is my head scientist and second in command, Rhinox. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of questions, and we’ll do our best to answer what we can – For now, I’m just going to ask you to trust us.”
Dart considered. He remembered being woken, found, and removed, and it seemed this Optimus had been there. They had also fixed him and, though he hadn’t had a chance to perform a full systems check, it was a good sign that he was no longer in pain. They might still be on the Ark, but the equipment he saw around him was foreign and advanced. If he wanted to answer any of his own questions, he would need some time alone in the ship. For now, then, he would accept these strangers at their word. “Alright,” he answered finally. Optimus Primal and Rhinox both looked relieved. “I’m Dart,” he added after a moment.
“Yes, we know,” said Optimus, a concerned note in his tone, “and you’re not supposed to be awake.”
“What do you mean?”
The other two shared another look, but Rhinox answered this time. “The most honest answer I can give you is that we’re not supposed to be here either, but we are. You woke out of your shut down mode when I tried shifting auxiliary power to the communications hub, and responded to the sound of Cheetor’s voice.
Dart nodded. It made sense – he remembered the crash in flashes, clinging desperately to the sparking door wiring as everything angled sharply and unexpectedly. That, as much as the damaged wall collapsing under Griffon’s weight, had probably done in his hydraulic system. But it all begged a larger question. “Why are you here?”
Optimus sighed. “That’s a long story. The short version is that we’re here to protect you – all the Autobots here – from forces that want you all destroyed.”
“Then why don’t you ant any of us online?”
Again, the look. There was a lot more going on that they were comfortable telling him, and it made dart curious and wary.
“I’m sorry,” Optimus repeated, “But I can’t explain that any further than I have already. We’re not supposed to be here at all. Your being awake has made this situation a whole lot more complicated already.”
Dart’s questions remained, though he was quickly losing any expectations of getting direct answers. “Then what do I do now?”
“Just sit tight,” said Rhinox. ‘I want to make sure you’re fully operational. The technology you’re based on is pretty far outside the realm of my experience, and Teletraan-1’s schematics weren’t much help.”
Dart agreed, though he felt unsettled about the situation. Optimus and Rhinox seemed well meaning, but it was clear that they weren’t any more sure what to do about him than he was about them. His initial assessment, that he needed some time alone with Teletraan to get any answers, seemed to stand.
Dart + BW peeps
Technically a follow up to the as-yet incomplete Dart origin I'm still working on. Sometime I don't like to do things chronologically, okay? :V I've been working on this a bit in the evenings while in the field. It's slow but it is going. i also brought other things to work on but I've lost momentum on them :/
Blackarachnia narrowed her optics, trying to extend the range of her sensors. “I see him too.”
“Ahh, then, I think we should alert the other of these foul dealings at once!”
She turned her head, clicking her mandibles at Silverbolt. “We we work so well on our own, handsome. And besides – we don’t even know what he’s up to.”
“Well, “ he equivocated, flying down to land beside the spider. “No, but Optimus did say-”
“The ape said a lot of things – like that they’ve got other problems to worry about. I’m sure Waspinator isn’t going to rate very high on his list of priorities.”
“No, I suppose not.” He paused, unwilling to give in to easily, even in the face of her considerable feminine wiles. “But surely Megatron wouldn’t send such a wretched creature on any errand of import alone. He must have allies close at hand!”
“Or maybe he just found his whining especially annoying today and wanted him out of his hair. We’re not going to know unless we take a closer look, are we?”
“Very well – you are truly a mistress of both logic and beauty! We shall pursuer the villain – pathetic though he may be.”
“Good call, K-9.” She transformed, striking a pose and batting her eyelashes at her beau. “Now, are you gonna give a girl a lift?”
---------------------
Dart was aware of a strange sensation. Instead of data, his sensors were sending tiny pins through his system. It ranged from ticklish to painful, niggling at his processors and keeping him from falling in to true unconsciousness. He couldn’t place the sensation, though it was familiar. The precise passage of time eluded him.
He drifted, his mind stringing together random confused images until he became aware – fully aware – that someone was moving him. Awareness brought memories of waking after a long slumber to unfamiliar faces. It also brought pain.
“Don’t try to move too much.” The voice was calming – low pitched and even. It carried an unassuming wisdom. Dart’s optics were malfunctioning, and he couldn’t glean much more than a blurry impression of green and gold with blue optics flashing down at him. “We’d hoped out CR chamber might help you out a little more than it did, but it looks like I’m going to have to fix you up the old fashioned way. Sit tight there, friend – this might hurt a bit.”
Dart braced himself, but in reality, it wasn’t bad at all. The last thing the medic brought online was his full sensor array. Everything snapped in to focus and, as the other stepped back and shut off his torch, Dart sat up.
“There now. I think those repairs should hold.”
There were two bots present. Both had some familiar Cybertronian design elements in their designs, as well as some organic segments. The other, not the medic, had clearly been modeled to some extent on Optimus Prime. And yet, there were no other Autobots here – these wore an unfamiliar badge. According to his internal clock, thousands of solar cycles had passes since the crash – and yet they were all clearly on the Ark.
“Who are you?”
The medic stepped back after sharing a look with the other, who approached in his stead.
“I’m… Optimus Primal, and this is my head scientist and second in command, Rhinox. I’m sure you’ve got a lot of questions, and we’ll do our best to answer what we can – For now, I’m just going to ask you to trust us.”
Dart considered. He remembered being woken, found, and removed, and it seemed this Optimus had been there. They had also fixed him and, though he hadn’t had a chance to perform a full systems check, it was a good sign that he was no longer in pain. They might still be on the Ark, but the equipment he saw around him was foreign and advanced. If he wanted to answer any of his own questions, he would need some time alone in the ship. For now, then, he would accept these strangers at their word. “Alright,” he answered finally. Optimus Primal and Rhinox both looked relieved. “I’m Dart,” he added after a moment.
“Yes, we know,” said Optimus, a concerned note in his tone, “and you’re not supposed to be awake.”
“What do you mean?”
The other two shared another look, but Rhinox answered this time. “The most honest answer I can give you is that we’re not supposed to be here either, but we are. You woke out of your shut down mode when I tried shifting auxiliary power to the communications hub, and responded to the sound of Cheetor’s voice.
Dart nodded. It made sense – he remembered the crash in flashes, clinging desperately to the sparking door wiring as everything angled sharply and unexpectedly. That, as much as the damaged wall collapsing under Griffon’s weight, had probably done in his hydraulic system. But it all begged a larger question. “Why are you here?”
Optimus sighed. “That’s a long story. The short version is that we’re here to protect you – all the Autobots here – from forces that want you all destroyed.”
“Then why don’t you ant any of us online?”
Again, the look. There was a lot more going on that they were comfortable telling him, and it made dart curious and wary.
“I’m sorry,” Optimus repeated, “But I can’t explain that any further than I have already. We’re not supposed to be here at all. Your being awake has made this situation a whole lot more complicated already.”
Dart’s questions remained, though he was quickly losing any expectations of getting direct answers. “Then what do I do now?”
“Just sit tight,” said Rhinox. ‘I want to make sure you’re fully operational. The technology you’re based on is pretty far outside the realm of my experience, and Teletraan-1’s schematics weren’t much help.”
Dart agreed, though he felt unsettled about the situation. Optimus and Rhinox seemed well meaning, but it was clear that they weren’t any more sure what to do about him than he was about them. His initial assessment, that he needed some time alone with Teletraan to get any answers, seemed to stand.