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raisedbymoogles) wrote2012-02-28 02:24 pm
raisedbymoogles) wrote2012-02-28 02:24 pm
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In which fanchars make it possible to pass the Bechdel Test.
A scene that popped into my head today. TF:P, featuring a fanchar that is far too female-Gary-Stu to see the light of day otherwise. Lightcaster's an ex-Decepticon and a flier, for reference.
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Lightcaster watched Arcee without speaking for a moment, weighing the risks of torquing her off. The Autobot - the other Autobot femme, Lightcaster reminded herself - was sitting with her head bowed, her face uncharacteristically sorrowful. In the shadows of the medbay, her optics barely gave off enough light to outline her.
Well, Lightcaster thought, shifting forward, she can hardly dislike me any more. "Arcee..." she murmured, and was rewarded by a slight brightening of Arcee's optics and a tilt to her helm. "Don't you know you're a living legend?"
That got a look of frank disbelief; Lightcaster smirked wryly. "I know, Megatron and Optimus Prime get all the press, but - when I was with my unit in the Decepticons, late at night, and we wanted to scare the oil out of each other? We told each other stories about you."
"Yeah, right. What you'd do to me if you captured me?" Arcee snorted.
"Nobody ever talked about capturing you." Lightcaster refused to rise to the bait. "I don't think anyone even talked about killing you. It was always - she can bring down a whole base on her own, and never suffer a scratch to her paint." Lightcaster leaned back, gazing past the ceiling, and heard Arcee snort again, though it was softer. "She can take down mechs five times her size; she can shoot Seekers out of the air at speed; she can't be stopped no matter what you throw at her." Lightcaster smiled. "The best you can hope for is you never see her coming."
A long silence, then, "The person you describe... she isn't me, Lightcaster. I'm not this invulnerable wraith." Her voice faltered, just a little. "I can be hurt."
Lightcaster sighed. So much for trying to cheer her up. "So can we all. But can you blame me for being a little afraid of the Goddess of Vengeance?"
She looked down again, just as Arcee looked up, the beginnings of a disbelieving smile playing on her face. "Goddess of Vengeance?" she repeated.
"That's what we called you."
"Huh." Arcee leaned back again, smiling for real this time. "I like that."
*
Lightcaster watched Arcee without speaking for a moment, weighing the risks of torquing her off. The Autobot - the other Autobot femme, Lightcaster reminded herself - was sitting with her head bowed, her face uncharacteristically sorrowful. In the shadows of the medbay, her optics barely gave off enough light to outline her.
Well, Lightcaster thought, shifting forward, she can hardly dislike me any more. "Arcee..." she murmured, and was rewarded by a slight brightening of Arcee's optics and a tilt to her helm. "Don't you know you're a living legend?"
That got a look of frank disbelief; Lightcaster smirked wryly. "I know, Megatron and Optimus Prime get all the press, but - when I was with my unit in the Decepticons, late at night, and we wanted to scare the oil out of each other? We told each other stories about you."
"Yeah, right. What you'd do to me if you captured me?" Arcee snorted.
"Nobody ever talked about capturing you." Lightcaster refused to rise to the bait. "I don't think anyone even talked about killing you. It was always - she can bring down a whole base on her own, and never suffer a scratch to her paint." Lightcaster leaned back, gazing past the ceiling, and heard Arcee snort again, though it was softer. "She can take down mechs five times her size; she can shoot Seekers out of the air at speed; she can't be stopped no matter what you throw at her." Lightcaster smiled. "The best you can hope for is you never see her coming."
A long silence, then, "The person you describe... she isn't me, Lightcaster. I'm not this invulnerable wraith." Her voice faltered, just a little. "I can be hurt."
Lightcaster sighed. So much for trying to cheer her up. "So can we all. But can you blame me for being a little afraid of the Goddess of Vengeance?"
She looked down again, just as Arcee looked up, the beginnings of a disbelieving smile playing on her face. "Goddess of Vengeance?" she repeated.
"That's what we called you."
"Huh." Arcee leaned back again, smiling for real this time. "I like that."
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