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120_minutenFandom: Transformers (G1)
Challenge: "Das war so nicht gedacht/gemeint/geplant!"
Characters/Pairings: Blast Off, Brawl, Swindle, Onslaught, Vortex (implies Blast Off/Vortex)
Rating: PG
Warnungen: gen, com
Kommentar: Nicht beta gelesen. Combaticons again. Nah, I’m not obsessed or anything. ^^°
“Talking.”
‘Comm-link’
---
This time Vortex is missing...
---
Blast Off sat in the rec-room of the Combaticon base, reading a datapad, which contained data of this solar system. He was bored, but happy with it, at least here was silence.
Or, it had been silent until Brawl and Swindle entered the room, discussing something he wasn’t interested in. He didn’t greet them, and didn’t pay any attention, just sipped from his energon, and started reading the same line the second time.
Blast Off heard Brawl yelling something, probably at him, but he didn’t care. The next mission was more important than anything the thick tank had to say.
He would have spent the next few joors sitting and reading in the rec-room if Onslaught hadn’t stomped in; his engine racing, which was an indication that he was angry.
“Where is Vortex?”
He didn’t greet them either.
Blast Off shrugged, and from the corner of his optics, he saw Swindle doing the same. Brawl, however, winced.
“Eh, the ‘copter went out… some time ago…” The tank said, his voice slightly anxious under the thuggish tone.
“And whereto? Did he say anything where he wanted to go?”
Yes, Onslaught was really annoyed, Blast Off thought, venting a low sigh.
“Said he wanted to climb on a mountain or something… Which is kinda stupid, because he can fly… he also has a flying alt-mode, so…” Brawl stopped when Swindle nudged him with his elbow.
“…climb on a mountain?” Onslaught sounded disbelieving, Blast Off was amused. “…which mountain?!”
Brawl winced again. “Eh… dunno. Mount Ernest or something… Ever Nest…”
“Mount Everest?” Onslaught’s engine shifted into a higher gear.
Three…
“Did he really say he wanted to climb the Mount Everest?!”
Two…
“Uhm… maybe? Hey, you know the ‘copter, he’s crazy!”
One…
Onslaught mumbled something intelligible, before he turned to Blast Off.
Zero.
“Blast Off, go and take Vortex back! And do it quick.”
This time he vented a louder sigh, subspaced his datapad and stood up. Nodding to Onslaught as a sign he had heard him, he went out.
---
He found Vortex in 5763 meters height, covered in snow - in alt-mode.
Weather was bad. It was cold, the wind velocity was really high, and the snow came from every side, but it had no effect on Blast Off. The noise of the wind would drown his voice, so he opened a comm.-link to Vortex
‘What are you doing?’
‘Waiting.’
Vortex sounded rather cheerful, and Blast Off had no idea why. Maybe the energon in his lines was frozen and Vortex liked it? It was a possibility.
‘For what?’
‘Hehe, until weather gets better.’
This didn’t make sense, but since when did the ‘copter ever, Blast Off thought, and his low, annoyed sigh was inaudible in the noise of the storm. He opened his cargo bay.
‘Get in, quick. Onslaught is enraged, because you’re missing.’
‘Sorry, can’t do that.’
‘…why? Do you need help?’
‘Nah, I just need to reach the peak first. Just can’t fly in that weather… Too many turbulences.’
Another idiocy of one of his team mates, which Blast Off didn’t understand. He didn’t asked why Vortex wanted to get to the peak, and also why he didn’t transform and fly up. In his alt-mode Vortex would never reach it, because the atmosphere was most likely to thin to support him.
‘Your last chance: Get in!’
‘Oh… and then what?’
If Blast Off had been in root-mode, he would have shaken his head about the intrigued note in Vortex’s voice, and he did, after he’d transformed.
‘Stupid ‘copter.’ He muttered over the comm. and grabbed Vortex by his rotors, pulling him out of the heap of snow, which had covered him.
‘Hey, let me. What are you doing?’
‘Mute it.’ Blast Off said, and cut the link. Powering up his thrusters, he increased their altitude and broke through the cloud ceiling. The wind and cold was still there, but the snow was gone. The clouds reflected the sun rays and for a moment Blast Off was nearly blind, before his optics adjusted themselves to the changed brightness.
He flew to the mountain’s peak and almost threw Vortex on it, opening the comm. again.
‘There! And now come.’ His tone left no room for objections this time, and Vortex knew it, because he transformed when Blast Off did.
‘Uhm, but you don’t tell anyone you brought me here, right?’ Vortex asked as he climbed into Blast Off’s cargo.
“No.” He deliberately let sound an irritated sigh through his inboard speakers. “I found you on its peak.”
“In alt-mode!”
“…in alt-mode.“
Due to the closed door, they didn’t need to use the communication link anymore.
“Hehe, cool.”
Vortex settled on one of the passenger seats, and appeared to be quite content. Why, Blast Off could just guess, but he wouldn’t. He didn’t care.
“The weather on this planet is really awful, right? Pretty cold.” The happy tone was contrary to Vortex’s words, and Blast Off didn’t answer. He was built for worse temperatures and had seen planets with more terrible conditions.
“I can throw you into a volcano if you’re too cold.” There was almost a hint of sarcasm in Blast Off’s murmur, but he really meant what he’d said. Nevertheless, Vortex wouldn’t take his words seriously and laugh.
And he did.
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Danke fürs Lesen. :D
Challenge: "Das war so nicht gedacht/gemeint/geplant!"
Characters/Pairings: Blast Off, Brawl, Swindle, Onslaught, Vortex (implies Blast Off/Vortex)
Rating: PG
Warnungen: gen, com
Kommentar: Nicht beta gelesen. Combaticons again. Nah, I’m not obsessed or anything. ^^°
“Talking.”
‘Comm-link’
---
This time Vortex is missing...
---
Blast Off sat in the rec-room of the Combaticon base, reading a datapad, which contained data of this solar system. He was bored, but happy with it, at least here was silence.
Or, it had been silent until Brawl and Swindle entered the room, discussing something he wasn’t interested in. He didn’t greet them, and didn’t pay any attention, just sipped from his energon, and started reading the same line the second time.
Blast Off heard Brawl yelling something, probably at him, but he didn’t care. The next mission was more important than anything the thick tank had to say.
He would have spent the next few joors sitting and reading in the rec-room if Onslaught hadn’t stomped in; his engine racing, which was an indication that he was angry.
“Where is Vortex?”
He didn’t greet them either.
Blast Off shrugged, and from the corner of his optics, he saw Swindle doing the same. Brawl, however, winced.
“Eh, the ‘copter went out… some time ago…” The tank said, his voice slightly anxious under the thuggish tone.
“And whereto? Did he say anything where he wanted to go?”
Yes, Onslaught was really annoyed, Blast Off thought, venting a low sigh.
“Said he wanted to climb on a mountain or something… Which is kinda stupid, because he can fly… he also has a flying alt-mode, so…” Brawl stopped when Swindle nudged him with his elbow.
“…climb on a mountain?” Onslaught sounded disbelieving, Blast Off was amused. “…which mountain?!”
Brawl winced again. “Eh… dunno. Mount Ernest or something… Ever Nest…”
“Mount Everest?” Onslaught’s engine shifted into a higher gear.
Three…
“Did he really say he wanted to climb the Mount Everest?!”
Two…
“Uhm… maybe? Hey, you know the ‘copter, he’s crazy!”
One…
Onslaught mumbled something intelligible, before he turned to Blast Off.
Zero.
“Blast Off, go and take Vortex back! And do it quick.”
This time he vented a louder sigh, subspaced his datapad and stood up. Nodding to Onslaught as a sign he had heard him, he went out.
---
He found Vortex in 5763 meters height, covered in snow - in alt-mode.
Weather was bad. It was cold, the wind velocity was really high, and the snow came from every side, but it had no effect on Blast Off. The noise of the wind would drown his voice, so he opened a comm.-link to Vortex
‘What are you doing?’
‘Waiting.’
Vortex sounded rather cheerful, and Blast Off had no idea why. Maybe the energon in his lines was frozen and Vortex liked it? It was a possibility.
‘For what?’
‘Hehe, until weather gets better.’
This didn’t make sense, but since when did the ‘copter ever, Blast Off thought, and his low, annoyed sigh was inaudible in the noise of the storm. He opened his cargo bay.
‘Get in, quick. Onslaught is enraged, because you’re missing.’
‘Sorry, can’t do that.’
‘…why? Do you need help?’
‘Nah, I just need to reach the peak first. Just can’t fly in that weather… Too many turbulences.’
Another idiocy of one of his team mates, which Blast Off didn’t understand. He didn’t asked why Vortex wanted to get to the peak, and also why he didn’t transform and fly up. In his alt-mode Vortex would never reach it, because the atmosphere was most likely to thin to support him.
‘Your last chance: Get in!’
‘Oh… and then what?’
If Blast Off had been in root-mode, he would have shaken his head about the intrigued note in Vortex’s voice, and he did, after he’d transformed.
‘Stupid ‘copter.’ He muttered over the comm. and grabbed Vortex by his rotors, pulling him out of the heap of snow, which had covered him.
‘Hey, let me. What are you doing?’
‘Mute it.’ Blast Off said, and cut the link. Powering up his thrusters, he increased their altitude and broke through the cloud ceiling. The wind and cold was still there, but the snow was gone. The clouds reflected the sun rays and for a moment Blast Off was nearly blind, before his optics adjusted themselves to the changed brightness.
He flew to the mountain’s peak and almost threw Vortex on it, opening the comm. again.
‘There! And now come.’ His tone left no room for objections this time, and Vortex knew it, because he transformed when Blast Off did.
‘Uhm, but you don’t tell anyone you brought me here, right?’ Vortex asked as he climbed into Blast Off’s cargo.
“No.” He deliberately let sound an irritated sigh through his inboard speakers. “I found you on its peak.”
“In alt-mode!”
“…in alt-mode.“
Due to the closed door, they didn’t need to use the communication link anymore.
“Hehe, cool.”
Vortex settled on one of the passenger seats, and appeared to be quite content. Why, Blast Off could just guess, but he wouldn’t. He didn’t care.
“The weather on this planet is really awful, right? Pretty cold.” The happy tone was contrary to Vortex’s words, and Blast Off didn’t answer. He was built for worse temperatures and had seen planets with more terrible conditions.
“I can throw you into a volcano if you’re too cold.” There was almost a hint of sarcasm in Blast Off’s murmur, but he really meant what he’d said. Nevertheless, Vortex wouldn’t take his words seriously and laugh.
And he did.
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Danke fürs Lesen. :D
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