Offiziell/inoffiziell
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120_minutenFandom: Transformers (G1, past-Unicron/Movie)
Challenge: Offiziell/inoffiziell
Characters: Sunstreaker, a Quintesson, Ultra Magnus
Rating: PG-13
Warnungen: dark, implied violence
Kommentar: Nicht beta gelesen. Außerdem auch geschrieben für die 28 Character Meme. Yeah, screw the autobotty-goodness! :p
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“Talking.”
‘Comm-link’
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Disappointing.
The organic parts broke too easily, and obviously were important for the organism, because the life signs began to vanish.
Sunstreaker looked at the Quintesson in disgust. Most of the tentacles were already disassembled, and its metal body was leaking. He tilted his head. He shouldn’t have gone for the organic parts first, but he hadn’t expected that the crash had weakened the Quintesson so badly.
“You die pretty fast, considering that you claim to be such a superior race…”
“Gha~h.” A gargling was the only reply Sunstreaker got, and he slammed his fist into the alien face again. He didn’t know which one it was or what it represented, but it didn’t matter, since the Quintesson seemed to be too feeble to move or to speak.
This was also disappointing.
The Autobot stared at the chaos around, abandoning his entertainment for a moment to do his job.
The Quintesson ship was a clutter after the forced landing, so to speak, and Sunstreaker could make out a few disks on the console. He took a step over the alien body, and trod on a still attached tentacle. A muffled cry, which was more a whimper, was the result.
“Shut up.” His tone was indifferent. He shot another glance over the instruments of the foreign looking alien vessel, and pushed a random button.
Another disk flopped out of one of the slots, and the Quintesson squeaked loudly, almost panicking. Sunstreaker turned his head.
Smirking, he said, “Did I find something that I shouldn’t?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but stepped again on that tentacle, this time on purpose and added force. “And you are the makers of the Cybertronian race? Very hard to believe.”
Sparks flew over his head, where a cable was broken and stood out. It caused a fast change of light in the room.
Slowly, Sunstreaker bent down. If the Quintesson still had have control over its expression, it might have widened its optics in horror, but the possibility was nullified. One optic was ripped out and lay next to its face, only connected with a thin, single cable to that what was left of its visage. The other one was somewhere in-between the metal and organic mess, which was the former right half of the head.
“I’m curious… What might be in there…?” Thoughtfully, Sunstreaker tapped on the metal housing body. “May I have a look?”
He smiled sweetly, and earned another squeaking noise.
Catching a tentacle which still could move and tried to hinder him in his doing, Sunstreaker squeezed it, before he ripped it out. The open wound leaked an unknown liquid, which covered his hand.
Interesting.
Concerning its colour, it wasn’t energon.
‘Sunstreaker, report!’
It was Ultra Magnus’ voice, stern and demanding, very similar to Prowl’s, only it wasn’t.
‘Complete mess down here.’ He vented a sigh through his intakes, which could be heard over the com-link. ‘I found a couple of disks and such. I will bring them with me.’
‘Any survivors?’
Sunstreaker stared fascinated at his hand, where the dark grey liquid dripped down. He needed to clean it off, before he left.
His look moved to the quivering body next to him.
‘No.’
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Vielen Dank fürs Lesen. :)
Challenge: Offiziell/inoffiziell
Characters: Sunstreaker, a Quintesson, Ultra Magnus
Rating: PG-13
Warnungen: dark, implied violence
Kommentar: Nicht beta gelesen. Außerdem auch geschrieben für die 28 Character Meme. Yeah, screw the autobotty-goodness! :p
---
“Talking.”
‘Comm-link’
---
Disappointing.
The organic parts broke too easily, and obviously were important for the organism, because the life signs began to vanish.
Sunstreaker looked at the Quintesson in disgust. Most of the tentacles were already disassembled, and its metal body was leaking. He tilted his head. He shouldn’t have gone for the organic parts first, but he hadn’t expected that the crash had weakened the Quintesson so badly.
“You die pretty fast, considering that you claim to be such a superior race…”
“Gha~h.” A gargling was the only reply Sunstreaker got, and he slammed his fist into the alien face again. He didn’t know which one it was or what it represented, but it didn’t matter, since the Quintesson seemed to be too feeble to move or to speak.
This was also disappointing.
The Autobot stared at the chaos around, abandoning his entertainment for a moment to do his job.
The Quintesson ship was a clutter after the forced landing, so to speak, and Sunstreaker could make out a few disks on the console. He took a step over the alien body, and trod on a still attached tentacle. A muffled cry, which was more a whimper, was the result.
“Shut up.” His tone was indifferent. He shot another glance over the instruments of the foreign looking alien vessel, and pushed a random button.
Another disk flopped out of one of the slots, and the Quintesson squeaked loudly, almost panicking. Sunstreaker turned his head.
Smirking, he said, “Did I find something that I shouldn’t?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but stepped again on that tentacle, this time on purpose and added force. “And you are the makers of the Cybertronian race? Very hard to believe.”
Sparks flew over his head, where a cable was broken and stood out. It caused a fast change of light in the room.
Slowly, Sunstreaker bent down. If the Quintesson still had have control over its expression, it might have widened its optics in horror, but the possibility was nullified. One optic was ripped out and lay next to its face, only connected with a thin, single cable to that what was left of its visage. The other one was somewhere in-between the metal and organic mess, which was the former right half of the head.
“I’m curious… What might be in there…?” Thoughtfully, Sunstreaker tapped on the metal housing body. “May I have a look?”
He smiled sweetly, and earned another squeaking noise.
Catching a tentacle which still could move and tried to hinder him in his doing, Sunstreaker squeezed it, before he ripped it out. The open wound leaked an unknown liquid, which covered his hand.
Interesting.
Concerning its colour, it wasn’t energon.
‘Sunstreaker, report!’
It was Ultra Magnus’ voice, stern and demanding, very similar to Prowl’s, only it wasn’t.
‘Complete mess down here.’ He vented a sigh through his intakes, which could be heard over the com-link. ‘I found a couple of disks and such. I will bring them with me.’
‘Any survivors?’
Sunstreaker stared fascinated at his hand, where the dark grey liquid dripped down. He needed to clean it off, before he left.
His look moved to the quivering body next to him.
‘No.’
---
Vielen Dank fürs Lesen. :)
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