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[Jan. 29] [Transformers] Edge of the Century
Title: Edge of the Century
Day/Theme: Jan. 29 'Southern belles in London sing'
Series: G1 Transformers
Characters: Skywarp, Dirge, Slingblight
Rating: PG
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"Do they have to sing all the leakin' time?" Skywarp muttered as he sat down, reaching for the energon cube at Dirge's elbow before he noticed how contaminated it was. "Slingblight trying to press his stuff on you?"
Dirge looked at the purple Seeker and said nothing. The ennead from Tantun wasn't so bad. He'd heard rumours about Sonarians before they got assigned here, and so far they hadn't lived up to any of his more painful expectations. They did not randomly burst into song, they did not sing and dance, and they didn't try to drag the local Seekers into their songs.
The other Seekers hadn't been so lucky to hear what he had. Thus, they were very badly surprised the first time all nine of the Sonarian Seekers got together in the mess hall. Dirge could still dredge up a smile at the mental image of Thundercracker spitting his energon all over Starscream. The sheer disbelief on Starscream's face as shimmering pink droplets dripped off him had been... perfect.
"You're smiling," Skywarp said. "You like them or something?"
"Or something."
"And the mech in the back
Said "Everyone attack!"
And it turned into
A ballroom blitz!"
"What are they singing?" Skywarp asked, disgust twisting his face. "That's not real Cybertronian music."
"It's one of Sonance's really popular works," Slingblight said as he popped up from behind the bar, toxic chemicals in one hand. "He remixes Earth songs to fit Cybertronian audials. He's done some really good stuff."
"Squishy music? Eugh."
"Don't blast it till you've tried it." Slingblight peered into the purple energon cube that no one else had dared touch and added a shake from each of the retrieved chemicals. The mixture began to smoke. Slingblight winced and with a deft shake added yet more of the clumpy yellow stuff. The smoking subsided and the mixture turned a virulent green, much to the brown Seeker's delight. He picked it up with one hand and gestured towards Skywarp. "Like this stuff. It's good!"
Skywarp automatically flinched back as Slingblight waved around the sludge he drank. "... Yeah. I'll take your word for it."
Slingblight grinned and trotted off, thruster-heels clattering against the floor. One of his trinemates tugged him down to join their circle when he arrived, and Windsurge finished the song with a flourish. One of the identical golden Seekers stepped up now, his voice high and haunting.
"Geeks." Skywarp flexed his wings the few inches they would bend. "You'd think they'd have something better to do."
Dirge's optics dimmed. "They're not short."
"Huh?"
"You called them 'geeks'."
"Earth 'geek', not Cybertronian 'geek'. Catch a clue, Dirge."
Dirge picked up the green-veined energon cube at his elbow and took a swig. It chemo-sensed too sweet for the way it seared his mouth, and the warning signals for what all it dumped into his system blared just below headache-inducing levels. At the other wing, the way Skywarp cringed would keep him warm at night for a long time to come.
Day/Theme: Jan. 29 'Southern belles in London sing'
Series: G1 Transformers
Characters: Skywarp, Dirge, Slingblight
Rating: PG
---
"Do they have to sing all the leakin' time?" Skywarp muttered as he sat down, reaching for the energon cube at Dirge's elbow before he noticed how contaminated it was. "Slingblight trying to press his stuff on you?"
Dirge looked at the purple Seeker and said nothing. The ennead from Tantun wasn't so bad. He'd heard rumours about Sonarians before they got assigned here, and so far they hadn't lived up to any of his more painful expectations. They did not randomly burst into song, they did not sing and dance, and they didn't try to drag the local Seekers into their songs.
The other Seekers hadn't been so lucky to hear what he had. Thus, they were very badly surprised the first time all nine of the Sonarian Seekers got together in the mess hall. Dirge could still dredge up a smile at the mental image of Thundercracker spitting his energon all over Starscream. The sheer disbelief on Starscream's face as shimmering pink droplets dripped off him had been... perfect.
"You're smiling," Skywarp said. "You like them or something?"
"Or something."
"And the mech in the back
Said "Everyone attack!"
And it turned into
A ballroom blitz!"
"What are they singing?" Skywarp asked, disgust twisting his face. "That's not real Cybertronian music."
"It's one of Sonance's really popular works," Slingblight said as he popped up from behind the bar, toxic chemicals in one hand. "He remixes Earth songs to fit Cybertronian audials. He's done some really good stuff."
"Squishy music? Eugh."
"Don't blast it till you've tried it." Slingblight peered into the purple energon cube that no one else had dared touch and added a shake from each of the retrieved chemicals. The mixture began to smoke. Slingblight winced and with a deft shake added yet more of the clumpy yellow stuff. The smoking subsided and the mixture turned a virulent green, much to the brown Seeker's delight. He picked it up with one hand and gestured towards Skywarp. "Like this stuff. It's good!"
Skywarp automatically flinched back as Slingblight waved around the sludge he drank. "... Yeah. I'll take your word for it."
Slingblight grinned and trotted off, thruster-heels clattering against the floor. One of his trinemates tugged him down to join their circle when he arrived, and Windsurge finished the song with a flourish. One of the identical golden Seekers stepped up now, his voice high and haunting.
"Geeks." Skywarp flexed his wings the few inches they would bend. "You'd think they'd have something better to do."
Dirge's optics dimmed. "They're not short."
"Huh?"
"You called them 'geeks'."
"Earth 'geek', not Cybertronian 'geek'. Catch a clue, Dirge."
Dirge picked up the green-veined energon cube at his elbow and took a swig. It chemo-sensed too sweet for the way it seared his mouth, and the warning signals for what all it dumped into his system blared just below headache-inducing levels. At the other wing, the way Skywarp cringed would keep him warm at night for a long time to come.