Minions of Madness : Part 1Minions to Madness : Part 1Minions of Madness : Part 11 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Age (Translated in Human Years): Roughly 6
In all her life, Novastrike couldn’t ever recalling seeing so many Cybertronians in one place. Then again, she couldn’t say she remembered much of anything from her past. The sounds of battle and the cries of dying men while swords clashed and fiery explosions ruptured the air as a constant.
She had come to this world with no name. A clean, innocent soul trapped in the webbing of war. Like so many of the Sparklings that were abducted by the Decepticons when she was nothing but a newborn, Nova had no clue what she was getting into. Even more interesting to many of the Decepticons now, however, was that they were not just any ordinary newborns.
The runt of freshly mutated Cybertronians, ‘Striker was by far the smallest of them a
Minions of Madness : Part 2Minions to Madness : Part 2Minions of Madness : Part 21 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Age (Translated in Human Years): Roughly 6, closing in on 7
Curiosity killed the cat. Not that the human term was yet known to Cybertronians, but it was one that was almost quite literally lethal to the Techno-Organic Novastrike. The young femme had grown restless and bored in the large room her clan and caretaker were stationed in, and found herself wandering off alone in the Nemesis halls. No one noticed her small form up against the wall, or simply choose to ignore her.
Even young, her pedes were naturally soft and light upon the floor. Cautious, you could say. Even as a child, she was well aware noise would attract attention, and attention could lead to trouble. Most of her group of fellow Techno-Organic had not seemed to pick up on this yet, if they ever would. Their loud, rambunctious ways didn’t entertain Nova
To Have and To HoldI know her.To Have and To Hold3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know how confetti-light caresses
make her weak at the knee
and how she always tastes of champagne.
So I kiss her where she is white as lace
and rouged as the rose petals she scattered on the bed
that first time.
Vows, low as the sun, stutter from her throat
and I know she will keep them
as I take her ring finger into my mouth
and bite where her band will lie.
I know her.
I will know her, for the rest of my life.