Prompt Post 8/26 - I think I can I think I can!
Nine Rings of Vos: Revelations
A Transformers G1 Fanfiction
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: The physical evidence is in support of the theory of conservation of energy versus resources.
Timeline: More fic is here.
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(In which Silverbolt would like to land now please.)
Silverbolt did not know what to think. He had been fighting off panic, barely. There was some measure of relief in knowing that the Wrecker’s were Earth-side at the time of the attack. Even though the triple-changer’s on the rapid response assault team were primarily used for grounded battles, Springer and Sandstorm could at least lend his gestalt some assistance in the air. It was more than a little daunting to go into battle in an area where your only regular backup consisted of a Protectobot, a mini, a for-all-intents-and-purposes unarmed scientist, a car, and a Dinobot. So yes indeed, Silverbolt was very happy to have the Wrecker’s triple-changers around to help defend Autobot City from the Decepticons. Even if they did ignore his orders (suggestions, more like) and just shot at every moving thing in the air with a purple brand. It was an unfairly effective tactic for mechs with Springer’s kind of illegally obtained firepower. Silverbolt just kind of wished, sometimes, that the Autobots still had a real air force now like they did at the beginning of the War.
Then, interrupting Silverbolt's quiet despair, the strangest thing happened.
“Hub to Silverbolt.” Blaster’s voice was unusually cheerful given the situation.
“Silverbolt here. Go ahead Hub.” The jet replied absently, more focused on staying in one piece. Silverbolt was expecting a sit-rep and not much more. The Autobots were losing this battle, not too badly or too quickly, but losing all the same, and Silverbolt knew better than to expect any more support than what they already had. The Autobot lines were being broken and the Decepticons battered at the walls. Autobot City had been shifted into battle mode, but that had done little to slow the Decepticon advance. The other Autobots had their own positions to defend, and the Decepticons were pushing those positions back - back far enough that Silverbolt was worried the battle would reach the Hub soon. If that happened the battle would be over - in the Decepticons favour. It was not a comforting observation, and Silverbolt really, really hoped that Prowl was in good enough shape after the shuttle ambush to come up with a plan, or that Prime could pull off one of his miracles. The Aerialbots were too scattered and hard pressed to form Superion, and they desperately needed some sort of advantage right now, or the Decepticons would take the city, or destroy it past salvaging, and either way the Autobots could lose Earth.
“You have air support inbound.” Blaster sounded rather bemused, as if he did not know if he should be happy about what he was saying or not. “Transmitting ID tags now.”
Confused, Silverbolt downloaded the identity codes from Blaster’s tower and relayed them to the other Aerialbots and the mix-mash bevy of flight capable Autobots that fell under his nominal command. As the closest thing to an Air Commander the Autobots had anymore, Silverbolt had the ID tags for every single flight capable Autobot on active duty. New ID tags meant that either his backup was newly created (unlikely, given that Vector Sigma was defunct and Wheeljack was stationed separately from Ratchet) ... or this meant that they were not Autobots.
Silverbolt nearly crashed headlong into Blades. Ignoring the helicopter’s cursing and his gestalts clamouring questions, Silverbolt wheeled around on a wingtip in a manoeuvre he never would have managed if he had not been too distracted to think about it. He needed to get closer to the rendezvous point attached to Blaster’s transmission. Silverbolt had heard the gossip of course, and everybody loved Fireflight - they told him everything without realizing what they were doing - but there was absolutely no way the absurd shadow of an idea that popped up in his processor was even possible...
Light blazed.
The Insecticon horde trying to get past Autobot defenders and through the hole they had eaten in the secondary bulkhead on the west side of the city were blown backwards by a plate-scorching, intense wave of bright heat. Fire roared in the wake of the light, setting off combustible ammunition and power cells, turning most of the actual Decepticon’s weapons into bombs that exploded in their owner’s faces. The silent static of an EMP flattened what few members of the backup Decepticon strike force had been left standing after the explosions had finished.
Fireflight squeaked, and Silverbolt rather felt like doing the same despite it being an embarrassing sound for a soldier to make. The Aerialbots had heard the stories from the rest of the Autobots about the Seekers, about how terrifying they were, and that was a large part of why they had sought the Elite Trine out all those years ago. After returning to the Autobots, they had thought that reality had fallen short of reputation. Obviously, Silverbolt thought in slightly hysterical philosophy, the Aerialbots had been too hasty in making that judgement call.
Trailing fire and fury from their wings, three Seekers shot up into the sky, bright with their own glory as they left their annihilated enemies behind them in smouldering piles (puddles, in some cases.) Fast and fearsome, the three point formation hit the Decepticon’s clustered in the air with an almost audible gleeful abandon. One Decepticon released a rather un-mechly shriek of terror. Laser fire opened tunnels in the Deception ranks, and the trine split apart. Gold hit center, radiating a light that melted plating and fused wires. White went right, releasing a literal firestorm that charred wings and seared circuits to slag. Black went left, hitting with crackling pulses that killed systems and stalled engines. It was a nightmare, a holocaust. Decepticons fell from the sky in pieces; they fell screaming, cursing, silent - and they hit the ground with sickening crunches and shattering explosions, dropped right onto their comrade’s heads.
“Ack.” Slingshot said, and Silverbolt noticed by the portion of his processor not taken over by shock that his gestalt had gathered around him while he was busy gaping.
“... Anybody else get the feeling Starscream went easy on us?” Skydive asked in an uncensored moment of stunned contemplation.
“I’m honestly trying not to think about it.” Airraid replied with thoughtless candour.
“You and me both.” Slingshot muttered. There was a beat of silence among the Aerialbots. “Glad those three there are on our side though.”
“Yeah...” Fireflight mused aloud. “I wonder why?”
“Less talk, more fighting.” Silverbolt managed to say once he found his voice again. “There are still Decepticons here.”
“Right!” Slingshot whooped. “Let’s show ‘em what we’re made of!”
Galvanized by the Seeker’s show of force on the Autobot’s behalf, the scattered Autobot air forces managed to regroup and provide the much needed cover fire the Autobots on the ground needed to push the Decepticons back out of the inner walls. Despite it all, Silverbolt felt the faint stirring of hope in his spark.
Maybe the day was not so lost after all. For the first time ever Silverbolt flew into battle with the same wild grin as his brothers.
It felt like a good day to fly.
(Word Count: 1178)
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So I gavexianghuaa sad fic last time. Now she gets something a little less heartbreaking. It's a bit of plot supporting filler, but it sets the really exciting finale scene in Revelations.
But hey, more Rings'fic. I'm sure none of you are complaining. XD
Here there be dragons. Again. XP
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A Transformers G1 Fanfiction
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: The physical evidence is in support of the theory of conservation of energy versus resources.
Timeline: More fic is here.
=/=
(In which Silverbolt would like to land now please.)
Silverbolt did not know what to think. He had been fighting off panic, barely. There was some measure of relief in knowing that the Wrecker’s were Earth-side at the time of the attack. Even though the triple-changer’s on the rapid response assault team were primarily used for grounded battles, Springer and Sandstorm could at least lend his gestalt some assistance in the air. It was more than a little daunting to go into battle in an area where your only regular backup consisted of a Protectobot, a mini, a for-all-intents-and-purposes unarmed scientist, a car, and a Dinobot. So yes indeed, Silverbolt was very happy to have the Wrecker’s triple-changers around to help defend Autobot City from the Decepticons. Even if they did ignore his orders (suggestions, more like) and just shot at every moving thing in the air with a purple brand. It was an unfairly effective tactic for mechs with Springer’s kind of illegally obtained firepower. Silverbolt just kind of wished, sometimes, that the Autobots still had a real air force now like they did at the beginning of the War.
Then, interrupting Silverbolt's quiet despair, the strangest thing happened.
“Hub to Silverbolt.” Blaster’s voice was unusually cheerful given the situation.
“Silverbolt here. Go ahead Hub.” The jet replied absently, more focused on staying in one piece. Silverbolt was expecting a sit-rep and not much more. The Autobots were losing this battle, not too badly or too quickly, but losing all the same, and Silverbolt knew better than to expect any more support than what they already had. The Autobot lines were being broken and the Decepticons battered at the walls. Autobot City had been shifted into battle mode, but that had done little to slow the Decepticon advance. The other Autobots had their own positions to defend, and the Decepticons were pushing those positions back - back far enough that Silverbolt was worried the battle would reach the Hub soon. If that happened the battle would be over - in the Decepticons favour. It was not a comforting observation, and Silverbolt really, really hoped that Prowl was in good enough shape after the shuttle ambush to come up with a plan, or that Prime could pull off one of his miracles. The Aerialbots were too scattered and hard pressed to form Superion, and they desperately needed some sort of advantage right now, or the Decepticons would take the city, or destroy it past salvaging, and either way the Autobots could lose Earth.
“You have air support inbound.” Blaster sounded rather bemused, as if he did not know if he should be happy about what he was saying or not. “Transmitting ID tags now.”
Confused, Silverbolt downloaded the identity codes from Blaster’s tower and relayed them to the other Aerialbots and the mix-mash bevy of flight capable Autobots that fell under his nominal command. As the closest thing to an Air Commander the Autobots had anymore, Silverbolt had the ID tags for every single flight capable Autobot on active duty. New ID tags meant that either his backup was newly created (unlikely, given that Vector Sigma was defunct and Wheeljack was stationed separately from Ratchet) ... or this meant that they were not Autobots.
Silverbolt nearly crashed headlong into Blades. Ignoring the helicopter’s cursing and his gestalts clamouring questions, Silverbolt wheeled around on a wingtip in a manoeuvre he never would have managed if he had not been too distracted to think about it. He needed to get closer to the rendezvous point attached to Blaster’s transmission. Silverbolt had heard the gossip of course, and everybody loved Fireflight - they told him everything without realizing what they were doing - but there was absolutely no way the absurd shadow of an idea that popped up in his processor was even possible...
Light blazed.
The Insecticon horde trying to get past Autobot defenders and through the hole they had eaten in the secondary bulkhead on the west side of the city were blown backwards by a plate-scorching, intense wave of bright heat. Fire roared in the wake of the light, setting off combustible ammunition and power cells, turning most of the actual Decepticon’s weapons into bombs that exploded in their owner’s faces. The silent static of an EMP flattened what few members of the backup Decepticon strike force had been left standing after the explosions had finished.
Fireflight squeaked, and Silverbolt rather felt like doing the same despite it being an embarrassing sound for a soldier to make. The Aerialbots had heard the stories from the rest of the Autobots about the Seekers, about how terrifying they were, and that was a large part of why they had sought the Elite Trine out all those years ago. After returning to the Autobots, they had thought that reality had fallen short of reputation. Obviously, Silverbolt thought in slightly hysterical philosophy, the Aerialbots had been too hasty in making that judgement call.
Trailing fire and fury from their wings, three Seekers shot up into the sky, bright with their own glory as they left their annihilated enemies behind them in smouldering piles (puddles, in some cases.) Fast and fearsome, the three point formation hit the Decepticon’s clustered in the air with an almost audible gleeful abandon. One Decepticon released a rather un-mechly shriek of terror. Laser fire opened tunnels in the Deception ranks, and the trine split apart. Gold hit center, radiating a light that melted plating and fused wires. White went right, releasing a literal firestorm that charred wings and seared circuits to slag. Black went left, hitting with crackling pulses that killed systems and stalled engines. It was a nightmare, a holocaust. Decepticons fell from the sky in pieces; they fell screaming, cursing, silent - and they hit the ground with sickening crunches and shattering explosions, dropped right onto their comrade’s heads.
“Ack.” Slingshot said, and Silverbolt noticed by the portion of his processor not taken over by shock that his gestalt had gathered around him while he was busy gaping.
“... Anybody else get the feeling Starscream went easy on us?” Skydive asked in an uncensored moment of stunned contemplation.
“I’m honestly trying not to think about it.” Airraid replied with thoughtless candour.
“You and me both.” Slingshot muttered. There was a beat of silence among the Aerialbots. “Glad those three there are on our side though.”
“Yeah...” Fireflight mused aloud. “I wonder why?”
“Less talk, more fighting.” Silverbolt managed to say once he found his voice again. “There are still Decepticons here.”
“Right!” Slingshot whooped. “Let’s show ‘em what we’re made of!”
Galvanized by the Seeker’s show of force on the Autobot’s behalf, the scattered Autobot air forces managed to regroup and provide the much needed cover fire the Autobots on the ground needed to push the Decepticons back out of the inner walls. Despite it all, Silverbolt felt the faint stirring of hope in his spark.
Maybe the day was not so lost after all. For the first time ever Silverbolt flew into battle with the same wild grin as his brothers.
It felt like a good day to fly.
(Word Count: 1178)
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So I gavexianghuaa sad fic last time. Now she gets something a little less heartbreaking. It's a bit of plot supporting filler, but it sets the really exciting finale scene in Revelations.
But hey, more Rings'fic. I'm sure none of you are complaining. XD
Here there be dragons. Again. XP
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♣
♥
♠
♣