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Title: The Nine Rings of Vos
A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: The Battlechargers figure out the simplest way to get Soundwave to Vos... Make him think is was all his idea. Just like dealing with any other man-shaped being.
Timeline: More of the fun can be read here.
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(In which the Battlechargers are clever.)
Runabout and Runamuck were practically dancing in place as they waited in the shadow of a half-collapsed tower. A few clicks later the Battlecharger’s comm units pinged and their heads snapped up. They moved out cautiously, but were still unaware that they were being followed.
Ravage was just another shadow to their sensors, the special joint alterations Starscream had made to his sparkling shell allowing him to move with all the grace and silence of his old feline disguise. Further back, Soundwave and the rest of the Cassettacons followed behind.
The spy team had been following the Battlechargers for the past several cycles, ever since Soundwave had picked up a thought fragment indicating that they were going to follow Starscream. How they were managing this was unclear as yet, but they had steadily made their way out of Polyhex and were now well into the canyons and cliffs that marked Vos territory.
The Battlechargers climbed to the top of one such cliff, looking up at the cloud-heavy sky intently.
Soundwave had assumed that it was the looming threat of acid rain that had kept the Decepticon deserters grounded thus far.
The muzzle of a gun coming to rest on the back of his helm debased Soundwave of that notion.
“This is as far as you go, groundling.” A cold whisper in his audio was the telepath’s only warning.
‘I was not able to sense his approach!’ Soundwave realized, dread chilling his spark, ‘Even now, I cannot read his mind!’
Then everything abruptly went dark as someone turned the world off, and Soundwave landed on the ground in a heap.
Blackout was unimpressed as the offline telepath crashed to the ground, “That was no challenge at all.”
Still nursing disappointment, Blackout slug the blue mech over his shoulder and stomped over to where Runabout and Runamuck waited at the top of the cliff.
“Hey, you got him!” Runamuck grinned, relieved that the capture had gone smoothly. As much as he enjoyed a good scrap, Starscream might be a bit upset if they brought Soundwave in as spare parts. When Starscream had asked them to try and find a way to get Soundwave and the Cassettacons into Vos when they pulled out, the Battlecharger’s had figured that it would be easiest to get him to bring himself. This had involved a lot of standing around Soundwave thinking hard about leaving with Starscream, “I love it when a plan comes together.”
“Um.” Runabout was looking around the area with a puzzled expression, “Where are the rest of them?”
“What does it matter?” Blackout snapped, “I was sent to capture the telepath for the Winglord, and I have. What do I care for some Outsider groundpounder’s spawn? Should just kill him and be done with it.”
Runabout and Runamuck had but a click to emote just how very wrong Blackout was to make such a statement before six very upset, overprotective Seekerlets beset the assassin. The Battlechargers snickered as Blackout flailed in a fruitless attempt to dislodge his attackers.
“Stop laughing as get them off of me you morons!” Blackout howled, not daring to use lethal force as he had threatened, knowing that the High Trine had laid claim to this family unit and valuing his wings far too much to risk displeasing them.
“We did warn you!” Runamuck told Blackout cheerfully, and his twin nodded in agreement.
“Hey, scraplets!” Runabout called to the Cassettacons as they came dangerously close to pulling out Blackout’s optics, “We caught you fair and square. Soundwave’s down, but we aren’t gonna hurt ya.”
“Right.” Runamuck agreed, “Come peacefully and we’ll take you all straight to Starscream, no ticks.”
As if they had rehearsed it, the former cassettes broke off the attack on Blackout to gather protectively over Soundwave.
“If this’s a trap.” Rumble snarled threateningly, “I’ll pound yer ugly faces in!”
“Promise on our sparks.” Runabout spread his hands, “No trick. No trap.”
“Let’s go then.” Frenzy said, watching the fuming Blackout warily.
“Sure thing.” The Battlechargers said together, and looked up at the sky, sending up a radar ping, and two Seekers descended from the clouds. One gold, the other white, they held perfect formation as they transformed and landed gracefully.
"Lord Sunstorm, Commander Jetfire.” The Battlechargers saluted the Seekers far more respectfully than they ever had Megatron, “We’ve brought Soundwave, claimant of the High Trine, and his offspring to Vos as commanded by the Winglord.”
“Runabout, Runamuck. There’s no need to be so formal with wingkin.” The white Seeker grinned at the Battlechargers, “It’s good to see you both again. What happened to Blackout? He’s all scratched up!”
“He upset the sparklings, Jetfire.” Runamuck shrugged, “You know how it is.”
“We managed to calm ‘em down some.” Runabout said cheerfully, “They wanna see Starscream though.”
“Understandable.” Jetfire snorted, looking amused as he moved over to his wingmate, “This attitude of yours is why Scorponock is so moody Blackout.”
“Shut up.” Blackout growled, but let Jetfire help him brush his armour off.
“My brother will be pleased.” The gold Seeker - who, by process of elimination, must have been Sunstorm - was looking at the Cassettacons intently, as if searching for flaws, “Take my brother’s Claimant and his trine’s Imprintees to the High Tower. My trine and I will ensure that there are no others of his ilk lurking about in an attempt to uncover the location of our citadel.”
“We’re on it Sunstorm!” Runabout said and turned to help his twin carry Soundwave as the gold Seeker turned and ordered his trinemates into the air.
Rumble stared after the unfamiliar Seekers, “Is goldy-paint there really Screamer’s brother?”
“As far as we know.” Runamuck said with a shrug as the Battlechargers took off with Soundwave and the Cassettacons in tow.
As the group approached the looming acid clouds, Laserbeak started to think that they had chosen wrongly. That the promise of once again seeing their Imprinted Formatters had proven too much for their common sense to prevail over their base desires.
Then they passed into the cloud cover, and Laserbeak squawked in surprise, hearing his siblings making shocked noises of their own.
“It’s just water!” He said to Buzzsaw in amazement, “Nothing but coolant vapour!”
Then they emerged from the mists, and Laserbeak fell silent in awe.
Cradled in a massive bank of fog produced by its own vents, which were located on its underside, was an immense citadel. Unmarred towers rose tall and proud from nine rotating ring arrays. The city spun gracefully, nine majestic circles moving concentrically through the air. From the innermost ring a gleaming spire rose over the city, shining like captured starlight above all others, the crowning jewel among lesser gems.
The Cassettacons were stunned into silence.
The Battlechargers smirked, and with understandable pride gestured grandly at their home, “Behold, the great Citadel of Vos, and be welcome.”
(Word Count: 1144)
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Sorry everyone, no worldbuilding geekery today. But if you go to my scrapbook you can see my toys exclaiming over the Giant Energon Cube and the High Grade Motherload.
... Yes. I went there. And yes, the liquid in those cubes is meant for human consumption. XP
G'night peeps.
A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: The Battlechargers figure out the simplest way to get Soundwave to Vos... Make him think is was all his idea. Just like dealing with any other man-shaped being.
Timeline: More of the fun can be read here.
=/=
(In which the Battlechargers are clever.)
Runabout and Runamuck were practically dancing in place as they waited in the shadow of a half-collapsed tower. A few clicks later the Battlecharger’s comm units pinged and their heads snapped up. They moved out cautiously, but were still unaware that they were being followed.
Ravage was just another shadow to their sensors, the special joint alterations Starscream had made to his sparkling shell allowing him to move with all the grace and silence of his old feline disguise. Further back, Soundwave and the rest of the Cassettacons followed behind.
The spy team had been following the Battlechargers for the past several cycles, ever since Soundwave had picked up a thought fragment indicating that they were going to follow Starscream. How they were managing this was unclear as yet, but they had steadily made their way out of Polyhex and were now well into the canyons and cliffs that marked Vos territory.
The Battlechargers climbed to the top of one such cliff, looking up at the cloud-heavy sky intently.
Soundwave had assumed that it was the looming threat of acid rain that had kept the Decepticon deserters grounded thus far.
The muzzle of a gun coming to rest on the back of his helm debased Soundwave of that notion.
“This is as far as you go, groundling.” A cold whisper in his audio was the telepath’s only warning.
‘I was not able to sense his approach!’ Soundwave realized, dread chilling his spark, ‘Even now, I cannot read his mind!’
Then everything abruptly went dark as someone turned the world off, and Soundwave landed on the ground in a heap.
Blackout was unimpressed as the offline telepath crashed to the ground, “That was no challenge at all.”
Still nursing disappointment, Blackout slug the blue mech over his shoulder and stomped over to where Runabout and Runamuck waited at the top of the cliff.
“Hey, you got him!” Runamuck grinned, relieved that the capture had gone smoothly. As much as he enjoyed a good scrap, Starscream might be a bit upset if they brought Soundwave in as spare parts. When Starscream had asked them to try and find a way to get Soundwave and the Cassettacons into Vos when they pulled out, the Battlecharger’s had figured that it would be easiest to get him to bring himself. This had involved a lot of standing around Soundwave thinking hard about leaving with Starscream, “I love it when a plan comes together.”
“Um.” Runabout was looking around the area with a puzzled expression, “Where are the rest of them?”
“What does it matter?” Blackout snapped, “I was sent to capture the telepath for the Winglord, and I have. What do I care for some Outsider groundpounder’s spawn? Should just kill him and be done with it.”
Runabout and Runamuck had but a click to emote just how very wrong Blackout was to make such a statement before six very upset, overprotective Seekerlets beset the assassin. The Battlechargers snickered as Blackout flailed in a fruitless attempt to dislodge his attackers.
“Stop laughing as get them off of me you morons!” Blackout howled, not daring to use lethal force as he had threatened, knowing that the High Trine had laid claim to this family unit and valuing his wings far too much to risk displeasing them.
“We did warn you!” Runamuck told Blackout cheerfully, and his twin nodded in agreement.
“Hey, scraplets!” Runabout called to the Cassettacons as they came dangerously close to pulling out Blackout’s optics, “We caught you fair and square. Soundwave’s down, but we aren’t gonna hurt ya.”
“Right.” Runamuck agreed, “Come peacefully and we’ll take you all straight to Starscream, no ticks.”
As if they had rehearsed it, the former cassettes broke off the attack on Blackout to gather protectively over Soundwave.
“If this’s a trap.” Rumble snarled threateningly, “I’ll pound yer ugly faces in!”
“Promise on our sparks.” Runabout spread his hands, “No trick. No trap.”
“Let’s go then.” Frenzy said, watching the fuming Blackout warily.
“Sure thing.” The Battlechargers said together, and looked up at the sky, sending up a radar ping, and two Seekers descended from the clouds. One gold, the other white, they held perfect formation as they transformed and landed gracefully.
"Lord Sunstorm, Commander Jetfire.” The Battlechargers saluted the Seekers far more respectfully than they ever had Megatron, “We’ve brought Soundwave, claimant of the High Trine, and his offspring to Vos as commanded by the Winglord.”
“Runabout, Runamuck. There’s no need to be so formal with wingkin.” The white Seeker grinned at the Battlechargers, “It’s good to see you both again. What happened to Blackout? He’s all scratched up!”
“He upset the sparklings, Jetfire.” Runamuck shrugged, “You know how it is.”
“We managed to calm ‘em down some.” Runabout said cheerfully, “They wanna see Starscream though.”
“Understandable.” Jetfire snorted, looking amused as he moved over to his wingmate, “This attitude of yours is why Scorponock is so moody Blackout.”
“Shut up.” Blackout growled, but let Jetfire help him brush his armour off.
“My brother will be pleased.” The gold Seeker - who, by process of elimination, must have been Sunstorm - was looking at the Cassettacons intently, as if searching for flaws, “Take my brother’s Claimant and his trine’s Imprintees to the High Tower. My trine and I will ensure that there are no others of his ilk lurking about in an attempt to uncover the location of our citadel.”
“We’re on it Sunstorm!” Runabout said and turned to help his twin carry Soundwave as the gold Seeker turned and ordered his trinemates into the air.
Rumble stared after the unfamiliar Seekers, “Is goldy-paint there really Screamer’s brother?”
“As far as we know.” Runamuck said with a shrug as the Battlechargers took off with Soundwave and the Cassettacons in tow.
As the group approached the looming acid clouds, Laserbeak started to think that they had chosen wrongly. That the promise of once again seeing their Imprinted Formatters had proven too much for their common sense to prevail over their base desires.
Then they passed into the cloud cover, and Laserbeak squawked in surprise, hearing his siblings making shocked noises of their own.
“It’s just water!” He said to Buzzsaw in amazement, “Nothing but coolant vapour!”
Then they emerged from the mists, and Laserbeak fell silent in awe.
Cradled in a massive bank of fog produced by its own vents, which were located on its underside, was an immense citadel. Unmarred towers rose tall and proud from nine rotating ring arrays. The city spun gracefully, nine majestic circles moving concentrically through the air. From the innermost ring a gleaming spire rose over the city, shining like captured starlight above all others, the crowning jewel among lesser gems.
The Cassettacons were stunned into silence.
The Battlechargers smirked, and with understandable pride gestured grandly at their home, “Behold, the great Citadel of Vos, and be welcome.”
(Word Count: 1144)
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Sorry everyone, no worldbuilding geekery today. But if you go to my scrapbook you can see my toys exclaiming over the Giant Energon Cube and the High Grade Motherload.
... Yes. I went there. And yes, the liquid in those cubes is meant for human consumption. XP
G'night peeps.