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raisedbymoogles) wrote2012-05-13 12:25 pm
raisedbymoogles) wrote2012-05-13 12:25 pm
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Sagewind at the beginning of Season 3.
No, no, the other Season 3. ;P
*
Sagewind stands silent at the entrance to the Ark, and watches the time-frozen shadows of her giant ancestors scattered over the walls and floor. Over them all, a silent and faithful guardian, is Optimus Prime, sitting in his command chair, a little slumped, as if weary. Can’t rightly blame him bein’ wearied, Sagewind thinks, after all he’s been through. Nearly dyin’ and all.
“Sagewind,” Optimus says.
Sagewind jumps. Optimus Primal, his Matrix-enhanced form so new it still smells of fresh paint, is beckoning to her with a hand almost as big as she is. “We shouldn’t get too close,” he says, and Sagewind smiles sadly as she obeys.
“D’you realize,” she says to him, her vocalizer still modulated to a reverent whisper, “that right now, on Cybertron, th’ Great War is still bein’ fought?”
Optimus lowers his voice to match hers. “It was my understanding that hostilities died down after the Ark and Nemesis launched, due to lack of energy.”
Sagewind gives him a smile. “Just ‘cause things were quieter don’t mean th’ battles weren’t happening, boss. Weren’t enough energy for th’ big flashy explosive battles, so they switched t’ stealth an’ sabotage. Rattrap’s kinda war.” That earns a chuckle from Optimus. “But that war has its own heroes too. Elita-1 and Ultra Magnus... they held th’ line against Shockwave and th’ Monitors for four million years.” She glances up at the cavern ceiling, optics sparkling as if she could see Cybertron far away. “And - maybe Hot Rod is bein’ built right now. If not now, then soon.”
“Soon,” Optimus echoes, and his fingers close gently around Sagewind’s side. Sagewind leans into the embrace. “But we’ve known where, and approximately when, we were for some time now. I haven’t seen you get this fired up about the history of the Great War for a while.”
Sagewind shrugs uncomfortably. “Dinobot gave me a lot to think about.” She rests her arms on Optimus’s hand, folded to give her chin a place to rest. “But even then... I guess th’ history of th’ Great War was just a - a story to me. It never felt... real.” She pulls one hand out from under her chin, gestures vaguely. “ ‘Til now. ‘Til I saw alla them big mechs lyin’ there, waitin’... the Great War’s still goin’ on for them too. They’re gonna wake up and pick up where they left off like - like all that time in between ain’t never happened at all.”
“We can’t change that,” Optimus tells her gently. “You saw what happened when Megatron tried.”
“I don’t wanna!” Sagewind protests. “I just...” She smiles painfully at nothing. “I wanna bear witness. T’ everything, th’ good an’ th’ bad. I wanna know.”
“You will,” Optimus promises her, and draws her gently against his side.
*
Sagewind stands silent at the entrance to the Ark, and watches the time-frozen shadows of her giant ancestors scattered over the walls and floor. Over them all, a silent and faithful guardian, is Optimus Prime, sitting in his command chair, a little slumped, as if weary. Can’t rightly blame him bein’ wearied, Sagewind thinks, after all he’s been through. Nearly dyin’ and all.
“Sagewind,” Optimus says.
Sagewind jumps. Optimus Primal, his Matrix-enhanced form so new it still smells of fresh paint, is beckoning to her with a hand almost as big as she is. “We shouldn’t get too close,” he says, and Sagewind smiles sadly as she obeys.
“D’you realize,” she says to him, her vocalizer still modulated to a reverent whisper, “that right now, on Cybertron, th’ Great War is still bein’ fought?”
Optimus lowers his voice to match hers. “It was my understanding that hostilities died down after the Ark and Nemesis launched, due to lack of energy.”
Sagewind gives him a smile. “Just ‘cause things were quieter don’t mean th’ battles weren’t happening, boss. Weren’t enough energy for th’ big flashy explosive battles, so they switched t’ stealth an’ sabotage. Rattrap’s kinda war.” That earns a chuckle from Optimus. “But that war has its own heroes too. Elita-1 and Ultra Magnus... they held th’ line against Shockwave and th’ Monitors for four million years.” She glances up at the cavern ceiling, optics sparkling as if she could see Cybertron far away. “And - maybe Hot Rod is bein’ built right now. If not now, then soon.”
“Soon,” Optimus echoes, and his fingers close gently around Sagewind’s side. Sagewind leans into the embrace. “But we’ve known where, and approximately when, we were for some time now. I haven’t seen you get this fired up about the history of the Great War for a while.”
Sagewind shrugs uncomfortably. “Dinobot gave me a lot to think about.” She rests her arms on Optimus’s hand, folded to give her chin a place to rest. “But even then... I guess th’ history of th’ Great War was just a - a story to me. It never felt... real.” She pulls one hand out from under her chin, gestures vaguely. “ ‘Til now. ‘Til I saw alla them big mechs lyin’ there, waitin’... the Great War’s still goin’ on for them too. They’re gonna wake up and pick up where they left off like - like all that time in between ain’t never happened at all.”
“We can’t change that,” Optimus tells her gently. “You saw what happened when Megatron tried.”
“I don’t wanna!” Sagewind protests. “I just...” She smiles painfully at nothing. “I wanna bear witness. T’ everything, th’ good an’ th’ bad. I wanna know.”
“You will,” Optimus promises her, and draws her gently against his side.