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[December 11] [Transformers: Energon][Energon Minded and Energon Spilt]
Title: Energon Mined and Energon Spilt
Date/Theme: December 11: The sound of droned sea song
Series: Transformers: Energon
Characters: Cass Beckett, assorted Omnicons
Rating: PG
December 11: The sound of droned sea so
The last funeral Cass Beckett had been to was ten years ago, after the death of her aunt Betsy. It had been very boring, too long, and Cass had never really cared for her aunt anyway. She expected her next one to be for her grandfather, as he was getting up there in years.
Nowhere had she suspected that she’d be attending the funeral of an Omnicon.
Strongarm, leader of the Strongarms, stood at the head of a long basin in which lay the dented and lifeless body of Stonebash. Stonebash had been the first Omnicon casualty of Earth’s war, and ironically he hadn’t been killed by a Decepticon hand. He simply hadn’t gotten out in time before the Autobots blew up Jungle City. They’d found his corpse-it was still strange to think of a metal body as a corpse-the next day while digging though the rubble.
“Thanks for coming,” whispered Offshoot as Cass and the other techs took their places near the front of the crowd of Omnicons. “I know he liked you guys.” The man next to Cass nodded, his face grin. Strongarm tapped on the table and the crowd fell silent. The Omnicon leader gathered his thoughts for a minute.
“So,” he said. “So a horse walks into a bar. And the bartender says, ‘Why the long face?’”
There was a collective snicker, not at the joke itself but at the reference. It was one of Stonebash’s favorites and he never stopped telling it, even to those who had heard it more often than he had.
“I never quite got that joke,” continued Strongarm. “But I’ll bet you anything that he’s telling it to the rest of the Allspark right about now.”
Airglide began passing around a bucket and an energon scalpel. As each Omnicon took it, he sliced open his hand and bled into the bucket.
“Stonebash talked a lot so I don’t think we need to say any more about him. He said most of it himself.” He fell silent and cut himself over the bucket.
The container came around to the humans. Michael Bruschetti distributed sterile scalpels which he had gotten from one of the few doctors at the city who were actually MDs. They’d been told beforehand what was involved in Omnicon funeral rituals. Each cut their finger and squeezed out a few drops into the bucket as it moved past them. It barely showed up amidst the other fluids but it was the thought that counted.
As the bucket returned to Skyblast, the group was so quiet that Cass could almost hear the ocean rushing and roaring hundreds of feet above the mine they were in . Singing, really. The closest equivalent Cass could think of were the lullabies Dr. Ahmad would sing to her three-year-old over the telephone. Slow, soothing, and full of complex syllables that she couldn’t pronounce.
The others began picking up the tune, some louder and some with voices cracking from being on the brink of metaphorical tears. Offroad, one of the youngest Omnicon, kept fumbling the words though a choked-up vocalizer that was fighting not to sob. Cass could pick out a few familiar words, one being the term for newly mined energon ore, and another being “Primus.” Up until a few weeks ago Cass had thought Primus was some sort of curse word considering that the usual contest was something like, “Primus, you’re such a moron. You installed the slagging generator upside down!” She’d used it as such after hitting her thumb (they’d all picked up a few new rude words just from working at Ocean City) and gotten a number of funny looks before Offroad explained it to her.
Beside her, Nadav began to hum along with the song and eventually the rest of them did too. The Omnicon voices rose, vibrated off the walls as Skyblast poured the energon over Stonebash’s body. He placed a piece of raw energon on the former Omnicon’s chest.
“You’d better get back,” muttered Signal Flare. The humans quickly moved away as Signal Flare raised his right arm. The singing reached its climax as Signal Flare fired. The energon and corpse went off in an explosion only minorly contained by the tub. As flames licked at the remainders of the corpse, Offroad laid his head down and cried on Strongarm’s shoulder.
Date/Theme: December 11: The sound of droned sea song
Series: Transformers: Energon
Characters: Cass Beckett, assorted Omnicons
Rating: PG
December 11: The sound of droned sea so
The last funeral Cass Beckett had been to was ten years ago, after the death of her aunt Betsy. It had been very boring, too long, and Cass had never really cared for her aunt anyway. She expected her next one to be for her grandfather, as he was getting up there in years.
Nowhere had she suspected that she’d be attending the funeral of an Omnicon.
Strongarm, leader of the Strongarms, stood at the head of a long basin in which lay the dented and lifeless body of Stonebash. Stonebash had been the first Omnicon casualty of Earth’s war, and ironically he hadn’t been killed by a Decepticon hand. He simply hadn’t gotten out in time before the Autobots blew up Jungle City. They’d found his corpse-it was still strange to think of a metal body as a corpse-the next day while digging though the rubble.
“Thanks for coming,” whispered Offshoot as Cass and the other techs took their places near the front of the crowd of Omnicons. “I know he liked you guys.” The man next to Cass nodded, his face grin. Strongarm tapped on the table and the crowd fell silent. The Omnicon leader gathered his thoughts for a minute.
“So,” he said. “So a horse walks into a bar. And the bartender says, ‘Why the long face?’”
There was a collective snicker, not at the joke itself but at the reference. It was one of Stonebash’s favorites and he never stopped telling it, even to those who had heard it more often than he had.
“I never quite got that joke,” continued Strongarm. “But I’ll bet you anything that he’s telling it to the rest of the Allspark right about now.”
Airglide began passing around a bucket and an energon scalpel. As each Omnicon took it, he sliced open his hand and bled into the bucket.
“Stonebash talked a lot so I don’t think we need to say any more about him. He said most of it himself.” He fell silent and cut himself over the bucket.
The container came around to the humans. Michael Bruschetti distributed sterile scalpels which he had gotten from one of the few doctors at the city who were actually MDs. They’d been told beforehand what was involved in Omnicon funeral rituals. Each cut their finger and squeezed out a few drops into the bucket as it moved past them. It barely showed up amidst the other fluids but it was the thought that counted.
As the bucket returned to Skyblast, the group was so quiet that Cass could almost hear the ocean rushing and roaring hundreds of feet above the mine they were in . Singing, really. The closest equivalent Cass could think of were the lullabies Dr. Ahmad would sing to her three-year-old over the telephone. Slow, soothing, and full of complex syllables that she couldn’t pronounce.
The others began picking up the tune, some louder and some with voices cracking from being on the brink of metaphorical tears. Offroad, one of the youngest Omnicon, kept fumbling the words though a choked-up vocalizer that was fighting not to sob. Cass could pick out a few familiar words, one being the term for newly mined energon ore, and another being “Primus.” Up until a few weeks ago Cass had thought Primus was some sort of curse word considering that the usual contest was something like, “Primus, you’re such a moron. You installed the slagging generator upside down!” She’d used it as such after hitting her thumb (they’d all picked up a few new rude words just from working at Ocean City) and gotten a number of funny looks before Offroad explained it to her.
Beside her, Nadav began to hum along with the song and eventually the rest of them did too. The Omnicon voices rose, vibrated off the walls as Skyblast poured the energon over Stonebash’s body. He placed a piece of raw energon on the former Omnicon’s chest.
“You’d better get back,” muttered Signal Flare. The humans quickly moved away as Signal Flare raised his right arm. The singing reached its climax as Signal Flare fired. The energon and corpse went off in an explosion only minorly contained by the tub. As flames licked at the remainders of the corpse, Offroad laid his head down and cried on Strongarm’s shoulder.