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shadow_vector2010-11-17 08:55 pm
Collide!
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Vortex, Brawl
no warnings.
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tf_speedwriting prompt 'collision' and because caia-comica was nice enough to chuck me a 'Vortex/Brawl: battlefield' prompt a while back!The weight slammed into Vortex’s tailboom, spinning him off-vector. Which meant that the Autobot he had been terrorizing by stitching a wild line of gunfire around him as he ran was fouled, suddenly veering wildly to the left. Very few things torque Vortex off more than missing out on the screaming and flailing of a fleeing Autobot. So. Whoever had scored the shot on him? Was turbotoast.
He let the spin swing him around but the weight didn’t move. What the frag…?
Oh. Brawl. The moron tank clung to his tailboom.
“GET OFF!” Vortex snarled.
“No way!!” Brawl clutched tighter at his tailboom, causing him to wince. His steering, with the ungainly weight—frag, Brawl was heavy!!—was uneven, lurching across the sky.
“How’d you get up here, anyway?” Because, suffice it to say, Brawl was not aerodynamic. Especially the way he kept flailing.
“S-superion,” Brawl said, squealing as Vortex’s sudden turn around caused his grip to slip. He scrabbled, hands digging into Vortex’s armor. “Kicked me!”
Which, Vortex thought, could just as likely be an accident as strategy. For whatever the Autobots claimed, Superion didn’t have much in brainpower over their own gestalt. Which meant that it and Brawl were sort of matched as wits.
Which meant Brawl was too stupid to have realized that it was a bad idea to tackle Superion on his own.
But the one really weird thing about this was…Brawl was not reacting right. Hideous moron ought to be raging and throwing himself in midair at Superion, or any other red insignia. Instead, he was clinging to Vortex’s tailboom like a…like…a clingy thing!
And the weight, combined with the momentum, was really starting to hurt.
“Get off!” Vortex repeated.
“Get me off!” The high whine of fear in his voice. Just Vortex’s luck. Brawl was afraid of heights.
Vortex’s cortex ran to, well, the natural place, really. But…ew. Brawl? Even Vortex had (some) taste. It said something about Brawl that even in the heat of combat, even with the pain sensations lighting up his sensor grid, he was not even tempted.
“Get yourself off!” Vortex snarled, and turned back, trying to ignore the multiple-ton idiot hauling down his steering, and get back to the fun of blowing large holes in Autobots. Slaggin’ Brawl took the opportunity to try to clamber up, managing to throw one leg over the tailboom—which gave Vortex some currently-unwelcome thoughts (that he filed away for later) that were also distracting—before his other heel clang-slam-chittered against the tailrotor itself.
The gears screamed, rasped, and then ground to a halt. Which meant that Vortex’s rotation stabilization disappeared.
He spun, faster and faster, autorotating under his rotors, losing lift, losing power as he struggled to stay aloft, with that IDIOT Brawl clinging to him, howling some sort of fear/anger cocktail. Well, at least Brawl had rediscovered his Hatey Place. Which was also his Irrationally Stupid place, unfortunately. “NO!” Brawl was bellowing, pounding on Vortex. “STOP SPINNING! Makin’ me sick!”
Well, Brawl’s smell was doing a good job of making Vortex’s tanks a little unpleasantly foamy, truth be told.
Right. Like Vortex suddenly commanded the force of gravity. And Brawl, of course, didn’t notice that the ground was spiraling up, precipitously fast, to meet them. Frag. If he’d just…get…off Vortex could haul his cyclic up and power out of there. He didn’t have any real issue with the ground, not like those fraggin’ Seekers did, or anything, but he did not want to renew acquaintance, shall we say, at this velocity. “Then get off!” he snarled.
“No way! You land nice and I’ll get off!”
Okay, now, you see? That was some prime Brawl thinking right there. “You don’t get off and I’ll land, but it won’t be nice. For either of us.”
Brawl punched harder. “Why you gotta be like that, ‘Tex!?” He reared up to deliver a knockout punch—because, of course, it made perfect sense to KO the mech who was keeping you at least kind of airborne—and his head came right into the ring of Vortex’s rotors.
Cl-cl-cli-claaaaaang! Vortex ran all his engine power through his collective, upping the speed, trying desperately to stay aloft. He lurched suddenly upward, as Brawl—now unconscious by about two hundred whaps to the head—slumped over and fell off. His tail rotor buzzed to life a klik later. Crisis, averted.
Except…not. Vortex’s vision finally cleared from that whole ‘wild, nauseating spinning’ thing, just in time to see Brawl fall like a meteorite of stupid plummeting through the atmosphere, to crash right onto…Onslaught.
“VORTEX!!!!!!”
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Well....mostly not his fault. ^_~
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(You win for Most Appropriate Icon!)
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Although just the mental image of Superion more-or-less tripping/kicking Brawl into a perfect arc intersecting Vortex's path is kind of perfect right there... Poor Vortex!
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Brawl afraid of heights, clingy thing, the comparable intelligence of Brawl and Superion, Superion kicking him onto Vortex, the word tailboom, Vortex's processor's natural place, the whole rotors thing, renewing acquaintance with the ground at that velocity . . . and Onslaught.
JUST. FUCKING. PERFECT.
Poor Vortex. I kind of want to hug him, but I kind of also value my continued survival.