Thunderstruck! (Chapter Two) by keaalu, literature
Thunderstruck! (Chapter Two)
The wind and rain persisted until late morning, alternating unpredictably between gusting drizzle and vigorous downpour. Slipstream hung around at home for as long as he could get away with, partly as he wanted to be sure Footloose was all right, and partly as she was a convenient excuse that meant he could avoid going out in the wet. But eventually Thundercracker got wise to it and kicked him out, with the strong ‘suggestion’ that he ‘might’ ‘want’ to help his colleagues get the district back under some semblance of order. Then it was all hands to the pumps – in some cases literally, draining flooded basements and helping repair ruptured utility pipes. Clearing debris and reopening roads wasn’t precisely in his job description, but Slipstream put up with it with a surly good humour. The quicker the roads were open, the quicker he could get back to chasing crims along them. Besides. It helped keep his mind occupied, and less likely to return to the horror of the previous night.
If Ramjet had been anyone else, that punch might have taken his helm right off. It sent him sprawling backwards, limbs flailing, and impacted the ground with a crunch that made most people wince. …but not Celerity. Fired up and with murder in her optics, she pursued him across the dirt, already pulling back for another blow. Ramjet made an ungainly effort to scramble away from her on all fours, mostly on his aft. Finally galvanised into action, Skywarp leapt for her, joined from the left by Nightsun. Thundercracker could only watch, intentionally paralysed by the sparkling in his hands. Celerity was forged tough – and strong. It took the combined strength of both mechs to make any dent in her forward motion, and even then she dragged them across the dirt with her. “Ease up, eh, Lara?” Skywarp growled, with no small amount of effort. His thrusters scraped along the ground, throwing up sparks. “He brought her back of his own accord.” “After taking her in the first place-!”
Teleporting blind was hard to define to anyone who wasn’t a teleport. Worst that could happen is you crash into a wall, they’d say. Haha, look at Skywarp, how clumsy, stuck in the furniture. What an idiot. But it’s only a wall. Why are you so upset. Just detach that bit, and carry on with your day. It’s really not a big deal. What no-one seemed to realise was that it was never just like bumping into a wall, and never just a minor body part. More like… throwing yourself through a doorway where there could be anything on the other side – like the boiling inside of a volcano. And you wouldn’t know anything about it until you were already dissolving your spark in lava. This insanity went against every instinct he possessed. He was only mostly confident that there was only air at the other end of his careful triangulations. Air was fine. His pre-materialisation field could push air out of the way. Liquids were… mostly fine, too. (OK, maybe except lava.) But solid objects – like walls,
Thunderstruck! (Chapter One) by keaalu, literature
Thunderstruck! (Chapter One)
As storms went, the off-season doozy pummelling Deixar right now was an absolute howler. Rain fell in sense-blinding curtains – roaring across the ground and dense as fog, turning roads into oil-slicked torrents. Deafening thunder rolled across the district in explosive shockfronts, setting up painful vibrations in anyone caught too close by. The static charge in the air left everyone signal-blind, too, communications inoperable, unable to see outside their own static envelopes. And just to compound it, a badly-placed bolt had knocked out the bulk of the city’s power grid. Everywhere was dark, save for the small battery-operated lamps twinkling in windows – and the supercharged bolts that briefly lit the sky as brightly as daytime. All anyone could do was find shelter, hunker down, and wait it out. …at least, anyone with any common sense. Not a trait that a large proportion of Slipstream’s family had in any abundance. The young mech was right on the wrong side of their home
Remind me why I decided this was a good idea, again. Starscream hadn't been home to Vos much over the last few centuries, and every time he did, the city-state seemed to look worse than he remembered. Not that he remembered Vos looking especially good recently. Even in the early skirmishes of the war, the city-state had been looking particularly run-down; dirty and ill-tended, her residents too tired, too fractious, too angry to want to spend precious resources on buildings when their own health was suffering. Now, after centuries of abandonment – near abandonment, he corrected himself – it was hard to tell a city had even been here. Just… miles and miles of destruction and desolation. Brave scavengers had stolen anything worth saving. Sun and rain bleached out any remaining colours, washed decorations down to the deepest bedrock. What was left of the broken buildings had settled groundwards, the concrete weathering and crumbling, columns and walls and floors all disappearing into
Starscream hadn’t been gone very long – just long enough to see Skyfire off at the spacebridge, and grab an early-morning pick-me-up and flaky blue treat on the way home – but when he returned to his home office, it was to find Skywarp doing… something… with his current lab setup. The dark wings were facing him and their owner apparently hadn’t noticed his arrival yet. “What are you doing.” It wasn’t even really a question. More an accusation. Skywarp glanced back over his shoulder. “Oh, hey. I thought you’d ended up going to Earth after all.” He tucked the last loop of wire round behind the glowing central column and gestured at the setup. “I was just having a look at what you were doing.” “You’re supposed to be getting your gate serviced.” Starscream shooed him away, aggressively. “Not… fiddling with what doesn’t concern you.” He got as close as he could to his intricate equipment setup and examined it, minutely. “Yeah, and I am? Sepp took the bit out that needed looking at.
…
You know, I think-
I think I might actually still be alive?
Consciousness tiptoed back to Skywarp with the usual flurry of damage alerts. He couldn’t quite put a finger on the point at which just being online segued into becoming aware of his surroundings, but he did immediately know that he didn’t actually hurt quite so much, any more. Small blessings. So long as no critical failure warnings blared in his helm, he was well practised at ignoring little spots of discomfort.
He brought his optics online to find Hook peering warily down on him, still holding the targeting grips of a low-intensity gamma scanner.
The crane
Reading is a Dangerous Pastime by keaalu, literature
Reading is a Dangerous Pastime
When Thundercracker finally arrived home, it was to find Skywarp standing around in their lounge, staring at a datapad and looking vaguely perturbed – “vaguely perturbed” was also generally “situation normal” where Skywarp was concerned, to be fair, but not often outside of work.
Now, Thundercracker knew for a fact that Skywarp had clocked off and gone home some time just into the orn’s second quarter, because the teleport had pulled a double and wanted sympathy from everyone he bumped into. It was now approaching the fourth. So why was he still just standing around – still partially in uniform into
Flattened against the wall just around the corner, clutching a small socket wrench like it would somehow protect her from all those teeth, Mara held her breath and listened for the sound of pursuing footsteps.
In the close confines of the vessel’s chilly access corridor, the hollow clunk and subtle whistle of the hatch repressurising sounded abnormally loud. But that was it – no snarling of a hungry animal, no scratchy clawed footsteps. Nothing.
The silence drew out until it became physically uncomfortable. Mara could hear her own heartbeat, echoing in her ears. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been so aware of the million
All prisoners are to move back behind the yellow line until instructed otherwise.
The voice punched down through several layers of uncomfortable dreams and prodded Tuuli rudely awake. Milliseconds later there came the distant thunk of heavy switches being thrown, and the floodlights all came on at once. She flinched and ducked under her blanket, trying to shield herself from the glare.
Remembering where she was, she muttered something unpleasant under her breath and covered her ears with both hands, wishing vainly to be able to drop back into her dreamworld. Notion might be far too chirpy for early mornings, but never again would Tuuli take
Thunderstruck! (Chapter Two) by keaalu, literature
Thunderstruck! (Chapter Two)
The wind and rain persisted until late morning, alternating unpredictably between gusting drizzle and vigorous downpour. Slipstream hung around at home for as long as he could get away with, partly as he wanted to be sure Footloose was all right, and partly as she was a convenient excuse that meant he could avoid going out in the wet. But eventually Thundercracker got wise to it and kicked him out, with the strong ‘suggestion’ that he ‘might’ ‘want’ to help his colleagues get the district back under some semblance of order. Then it was all hands to the pumps – in some cases literally, draining flooded basements and helping repair ruptured utility pipes. Clearing debris and reopening roads wasn’t precisely in his job description, but Slipstream put up with it with a surly good humour. The quicker the roads were open, the quicker he could get back to chasing crims along them. Besides. It helped keep his mind occupied, and less likely to return to the horror of the previous night.
If Ramjet had been anyone else, that punch might have taken his helm right off. It sent him sprawling backwards, limbs flailing, and impacted the ground with a crunch that made most people wince. …but not Celerity. Fired up and with murder in her optics, she pursued him across the dirt, already pulling back for another blow. Ramjet made an ungainly effort to scramble away from her on all fours, mostly on his aft. Finally galvanised into action, Skywarp leapt for her, joined from the left by Nightsun. Thundercracker could only watch, intentionally paralysed by the sparkling in his hands. Celerity was forged tough – and strong. It took the combined strength of both mechs to make any dent in her forward motion, and even then she dragged them across the dirt with her. “Ease up, eh, Lara?” Skywarp growled, with no small amount of effort. His thrusters scraped along the ground, throwing up sparks. “He brought her back of his own accord.” “After taking her in the first place-!”
Teleporting blind was hard to define to anyone who wasn’t a teleport. Worst that could happen is you crash into a wall, they’d say. Haha, look at Skywarp, how clumsy, stuck in the furniture. What an idiot. But it’s only a wall. Why are you so upset. Just detach that bit, and carry on with your day. It’s really not a big deal. What no-one seemed to realise was that it was never just like bumping into a wall, and never just a minor body part. More like… throwing yourself through a doorway where there could be anything on the other side – like the boiling inside of a volcano. And you wouldn’t know anything about it until you were already dissolving your spark in lava. This insanity went against every instinct he possessed. He was only mostly confident that there was only air at the other end of his careful triangulations. Air was fine. His pre-materialisation field could push air out of the way. Liquids were… mostly fine, too. (OK, maybe except lava.) But solid objects – like walls,
Thunderstruck! (Chapter One) by keaalu, literature
Thunderstruck! (Chapter One)
As storms went, the off-season doozy pummelling Deixar right now was an absolute howler. Rain fell in sense-blinding curtains – roaring across the ground and dense as fog, turning roads into oil-slicked torrents. Deafening thunder rolled across the district in explosive shockfronts, setting up painful vibrations in anyone caught too close by. The static charge in the air left everyone signal-blind, too, communications inoperable, unable to see outside their own static envelopes. And just to compound it, a badly-placed bolt had knocked out the bulk of the city’s power grid. Everywhere was dark, save for the small battery-operated lamps twinkling in windows – and the supercharged bolts that briefly lit the sky as brightly as daytime. All anyone could do was find shelter, hunker down, and wait it out. …at least, anyone with any common sense. Not a trait that a large proportion of Slipstream’s family had in any abundance. The young mech was right on the wrong side of their home
Remind me why I decided this was a good idea, again. Starscream hadn't been home to Vos much over the last few centuries, and every time he did, the city-state seemed to look worse than he remembered. Not that he remembered Vos looking especially good recently. Even in the early skirmishes of the war, the city-state had been looking particularly run-down; dirty and ill-tended, her residents too tired, too fractious, too angry to want to spend precious resources on buildings when their own health was suffering. Now, after centuries of abandonment – near abandonment, he corrected himself – it was hard to tell a city had even been here. Just… miles and miles of destruction and desolation. Brave scavengers had stolen anything worth saving. Sun and rain bleached out any remaining colours, washed decorations down to the deepest bedrock. What was left of the broken buildings had settled groundwards, the concrete weathering and crumbling, columns and walls and floors all disappearing into
Starscream hadn’t been gone very long – just long enough to see Skyfire off at the spacebridge, and grab an early-morning pick-me-up and flaky blue treat on the way home – but when he returned to his home office, it was to find Skywarp doing… something… with his current lab setup. The dark wings were facing him and their owner apparently hadn’t noticed his arrival yet. “What are you doing.” It wasn’t even really a question. More an accusation. Skywarp glanced back over his shoulder. “Oh, hey. I thought you’d ended up going to Earth after all.” He tucked the last loop of wire round behind the glowing central column and gestured at the setup. “I was just having a look at what you were doing.” “You’re supposed to be getting your gate serviced.” Starscream shooed him away, aggressively. “Not… fiddling with what doesn’t concern you.” He got as close as he could to his intricate equipment setup and examined it, minutely. “Yeah, and I am? Sepp took the bit out that needed looking at.
…
You know, I think-
I think I might actually still be alive?
Consciousness tiptoed back to Skywarp with the usual flurry of damage alerts. He couldn’t quite put a finger on the point at which just being online segued into becoming aware of his surroundings, but he did immediately know that he didn’t actually hurt quite so much, any more. Small blessings. So long as no critical failure warnings blared in his helm, he was well practised at ignoring little spots of discomfort.
He brought his optics online to find Hook peering warily down on him, still holding the targeting grips of a low-intensity gamma scanner.
The crane
Reading is a Dangerous Pastime by keaalu, literature
Reading is a Dangerous Pastime
When Thundercracker finally arrived home, it was to find Skywarp standing around in their lounge, staring at a datapad and looking vaguely perturbed – “vaguely perturbed” was also generally “situation normal” where Skywarp was concerned, to be fair, but not often outside of work.
Now, Thundercracker knew for a fact that Skywarp had clocked off and gone home some time just into the orn’s second quarter, because the teleport had pulled a double and wanted sympathy from everyone he bumped into. It was now approaching the fourth. So why was he still just standing around – still partially in uniform into
Flattened against the wall just around the corner, clutching a small socket wrench like it would somehow protect her from all those teeth, Mara held her breath and listened for the sound of pursuing footsteps.
In the close confines of the vessel’s chilly access corridor, the hollow clunk and subtle whistle of the hatch repressurising sounded abnormally loud. But that was it – no snarling of a hungry animal, no scratchy clawed footsteps. Nothing.
The silence drew out until it became physically uncomfortable. Mara could hear her own heartbeat, echoing in her ears. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been so aware of the million
All prisoners are to move back behind the yellow line until instructed otherwise.
The voice punched down through several layers of uncomfortable dreams and prodded Tuuli rudely awake. Milliseconds later there came the distant thunk of heavy switches being thrown, and the floodlights all came on at once. She flinched and ducked under her blanket, trying to shield herself from the glare.
Remembering where she was, she muttered something unpleasant under her breath and covered her ears with both hands, wishing vainly to be able to drop back into her dreamworld. Notion might be far too chirpy for early mornings, but never again would Tuuli take
Couple of chapters added! Remember Me, Chapter 11: In which a dithery jetboy with questionable ethics and even more questionable loyalty sets out to cause problems for himself. And one of our heroes is definitely losing his marbles. https://keaalu.dreamwidth.org/463366.html Available on FF.net and AO3 as well, as usual. Runs from Silence (aka: Pulsar doesn't like this "dragon" business), chapter 3: https://runsfromsilence.dreamwidth.org/1075.html Where Jess is similarly dithery but eventually takes Speckle to the park for a picnic. Food is an interesting experience, and she's hungry.
So I guess Devart doesn't much care for writing any more? *HUGE SAD MELODRAMATIC SIGH* (And for goodness sake, "status updates" look terrible.)
In that case, I shall link them instead:
"How Long"
Where Skywarp finds out that the relationship betwe
So yes, you may have noticed a new chapter of something DIFFERENT posted very recently. (Although not THAT different in terms of it has some of my typical themes in it. Hmm. ¬_¬)
For a refresher, the story so far is available on a little Dreamwidth Community I set up to have somewhere to post it; start here at Chapter One. (Chapter Six is on here as well.)
A new chapter of Remember Me is on the way and hopefully will be ready to go in the next couple of weeks!
I know, I'm not really about online a lot at the moment -- I think I'm mostly worn out from work? But for vague interest's sake I thought I might just give a flavour of wha