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raisedbymoogles) wrote2011-05-24 12:40 am
raisedbymoogles) wrote2011-05-24 12:40 am
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Apologyfic for Dragovian.
Because I bunnied her again. I promised her some steampunk Beast Wars, and moogle delivers!
*
"Ohh no, oh no oh no..."
The hoarse whispers sounded entirely too loud in Callie's ears as she scrabbled backwards through the vent, dragging her pack after her. The disks Dinobot had described were heavier than she'd anticipated, slowing her down at a moment when she desperately needed to go faster, faster. She was in the heart of the enemy base, no rescue was coming after her, and although Dinobot had assured her she'd be alone, she could hear footsteps. At least one of the Predacons was in the base with her.
One Predacon was more than enough.
Callie reached the end of the vent shaft and halted to catch her breath. From here it was just a quick dash to the outside, but those few moments would be the ones when she was most vulnerable, and the disks would slow her. Callie swallowed, trying to still her panicked panting, and heard no more footsteps - it was now or never. She kicked out the grate and hopped down to the ground, the weight of her pack almost knocking her over when it landed on her back. Just a dozen running steps, she could make it-
"Hold, villain!"
Callie tried to skid to a halt and speed up at the same time, and succeeded only in getting her feet tangled and falling flat on her face. She rolled, more to get the weight of her pack off her than anything else, and scrabbled backwards as the speaker came into view.
She recognized the form at once, though she'd never seen this Predacon before - it seemed Megatron was still taking ideas for his troops' beast modes from the notebook he'd stolen from her. "N-nice doggy," she quavered as the wolf approached, flaring wide, metal-feathered wings.
The wolf halted, ears rotating back in confusion. "Silverbolt - terrorize," it said, muttering the latter word as though it were ashamed of it, and transformed into a bipedal robot form that loomed over Callie like Death Himself, outspread wings and all. Callie hitched back, clutching her pack to her as if the purloined disks would save her.
Silverbolt knelt, one hand out. "Don't be afraid," he coaxed. "I will not harm you."
Callie's mouth worked silently for a moment. "...Huh?"
*
"Ohh no, oh no oh no..."
The hoarse whispers sounded entirely too loud in Callie's ears as she scrabbled backwards through the vent, dragging her pack after her. The disks Dinobot had described were heavier than she'd anticipated, slowing her down at a moment when she desperately needed to go faster, faster. She was in the heart of the enemy base, no rescue was coming after her, and although Dinobot had assured her she'd be alone, she could hear footsteps. At least one of the Predacons was in the base with her.
One Predacon was more than enough.
Callie reached the end of the vent shaft and halted to catch her breath. From here it was just a quick dash to the outside, but those few moments would be the ones when she was most vulnerable, and the disks would slow her. Callie swallowed, trying to still her panicked panting, and heard no more footsteps - it was now or never. She kicked out the grate and hopped down to the ground, the weight of her pack almost knocking her over when it landed on her back. Just a dozen running steps, she could make it-
"Hold, villain!"
Callie tried to skid to a halt and speed up at the same time, and succeeded only in getting her feet tangled and falling flat on her face. She rolled, more to get the weight of her pack off her than anything else, and scrabbled backwards as the speaker came into view.
She recognized the form at once, though she'd never seen this Predacon before - it seemed Megatron was still taking ideas for his troops' beast modes from the notebook he'd stolen from her. "N-nice doggy," she quavered as the wolf approached, flaring wide, metal-feathered wings.
The wolf halted, ears rotating back in confusion. "Silverbolt - terrorize," it said, muttering the latter word as though it were ashamed of it, and transformed into a bipedal robot form that loomed over Callie like Death Himself, outspread wings and all. Callie hitched back, clutching her pack to her as if the purloined disks would save her.
Silverbolt knelt, one hand out. "Don't be afraid," he coaxed. "I will not harm you."
Callie's mouth worked silently for a moment. "...Huh?"