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Eyes on the Prize
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Skywarp, Thundercracker
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tfic_contest 's holiday ficlet exchange: Skywarp/Thundercracker 'we're in this together'
Starscream, Thundercracker thought, sourly, would have to go. It was clear he had sent—sentenced!—Thundercracker to this pitiful humiliation he called ‘team building’ because he recognized the threat Thundercracker represented to his own ego.
Well, the others had been similarly sentenced to this degrading exercise, but only Thundercracker had been paired with Skywarp. The only way Skywarp would be useful was if this obstacle course had some sort of whimper-contest. Scream-off.
The only thing Skywarp did superlatively well was snivel. And be useless. While Thundercracker was…superlative in every way. Well, every way that mattered. Skywarp could excel in wussdom. Except for right now, when it was directly impacting not only Thundercracker’s ambition but the Awesome Spectacle of his Magnificent Presence as well.
Still, he wished he had someone less…embarrassing with him. Sunstorm, ideally, a mech who clearly recognized Thundercracker’s excellence. Or Dirge, who was…unsightly, but his greed gave him a certain competitive drive that Thundercracker could really have made use of right now. Even Slipstream had to be better. Being tied to her…could be interesting.
Focus, Thundercracker! The objective was to retrieve some ‘golden disk’ from somewhere in the tunnel system dug under the crashed ship on the moon. Which meant it was dark and filled with the scuttling sounds of retreating lunaspiders and the dry unpleasant brush of their damaged webs and the clink of their thrusters against the ice…and Skywarp’s gibbering. Apparently, lunaspiders, the dark, and slipping on ice were three of his greatest fears.
“I see light ahead,” Thundercracker said. His superior, keen intellect told him that must be this golden disk.
“L-l-light?” Skywarp’s talons clutched around him, turning his head from side to side, trying to peer over Thundercracker’s shoulder. “Phosphorescent death worms! Dangerous radioactivity! I-i-I hear serial killers like their slaughter rooms to be well-lit!”
Right. First step, when Thundercracker takes over? No more human television for Skywarp. Probably a good idea to have no TV, period, because if he had to hear Dirge whining about how they desperately needed a Slap-Chop one more time, someone was going to get himself slap-chopped.
“It’s the golden disk,” Thundercracker snapped. “It has to be.” Because fortune favored the bold, and fate extended its hand to the worthy, and Thundercracker was both bold and worthy. And, devastatingly handsome.
“Th-the golden disk?” The quivering against him grew in amplitude. “That sounds…terrifying!”
No, it didn’t. It sounded the exact opposite of terrifying, and for a klik Thundercracker almost thought he’d got stuck with Ramjet.
“It’s what we’re here for, you gibbering moron,” he snapped. “It means we’ve won.”
If they could actually get their hands on it. But the opening was too small for their combined bulk. Frag. He’d have to bend his leaderly intellect to this new challenge. Devious and clever, just as he’d expect from Starscream. But he was Thundercracker! Devious and clever were in his very programming! Even to the point of ‘cunningly devious’ and ‘fiendishly clever’! Starscream’s wit was no match for his own.
He just needed time, and silence, and a non-fear-vibrating moment of peace.
“B-but I’m afraid of success!”
“You’d better be more afraid of me!” Thundercracker roared, twisting, trying to smack the black jet behind him.
“AAAAAAHHHHhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhAAAAAHHHH!!”
“Thundercracker! Lunaspiders! Thundercracker! Lunaspiders!”
“Get off me, you faulty diode,” Thundercracker’s voice was muffled against Skywarp’s cockpit.
“Eep!” Skywarp jumped back, falling flat on his pointy aft on the stone ground.
“Get up,” Thundercracker said, wiping his face. Just in case Skywarp’s...Skywarp-ness was contagious. Or otherwise marred his looks. No. Everything felt all right. Optics? Glowing with command. Helm? Sleek and leaderly. Chin? Heroically jutting. “Or do I need to list all the scary things that are on the ground? Germs? Lunaspider cooties?”
Skywarp bounced to his feet, then twitched from one foot to the other, staring fearfully into the darkness at the ground.
Thundercracker rolled his optics. They caught sight of the feeble golden glow from the crevice in the stone. Wait a klik! He pushed forward. Yes! There it was! The golden disk, sitting flat on the floor in a hollowed out chamber. The only problem was that there was no way wide enough to allow even the passage of one jet.
But of a teleporting jet? A sly, wickedly handsome smile curved over his shapely mouth. It was definitely a test of his leaderly intellect, having to deal with Skywarp. Which meant…he thought, suddenly, that Starscream liked him best! Why else give him such a glorious chance to prove his mettle?
“Skywarp!” he said, planting his hands on his hips. “Finally, I have a use for you! And don’t even tell me you fear being useful!”
“Y-yes, Thundercracker.” By the way Skywarp wrung his hands, Thundercracker could tell that his assessment was spot on. OF COURSE! As if he needed confirmation of his rightness.
He grabbed Skywarp by one wing, pushing him toward the crevice. “You’re going to…’pop’ in there and get that golden disk and bring it back to me.
“I-I am?”
“You are. Unless,” and Thundercracker allowed a commanding amount of Dark Menace in his voice, “you want me to really give you something to be afraid of.”
TFA
Skywarp, Thundercracker
crack
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tfic_contest 's holiday ficlet exchange: Skywarp/Thundercracker 'we're in this together'Starscream, Thundercracker thought, sourly, would have to go. It was clear he had sent—sentenced!—Thundercracker to this pitiful humiliation he called ‘team building’ because he recognized the threat Thundercracker represented to his own ego.
Well, the others had been similarly sentenced to this degrading exercise, but only Thundercracker had been paired with Skywarp. The only way Skywarp would be useful was if this obstacle course had some sort of whimper-contest. Scream-off.
The only thing Skywarp did superlatively well was snivel. And be useless. While Thundercracker was…superlative in every way. Well, every way that mattered. Skywarp could excel in wussdom. Except for right now, when it was directly impacting not only Thundercracker’s ambition but the Awesome Spectacle of his Magnificent Presence as well.
Still, he wished he had someone less…embarrassing with him. Sunstorm, ideally, a mech who clearly recognized Thundercracker’s excellence. Or Dirge, who was…unsightly, but his greed gave him a certain competitive drive that Thundercracker could really have made use of right now. Even Slipstream had to be better. Being tied to her…could be interesting.
Focus, Thundercracker! The objective was to retrieve some ‘golden disk’ from somewhere in the tunnel system dug under the crashed ship on the moon. Which meant it was dark and filled with the scuttling sounds of retreating lunaspiders and the dry unpleasant brush of their damaged webs and the clink of their thrusters against the ice…and Skywarp’s gibbering. Apparently, lunaspiders, the dark, and slipping on ice were three of his greatest fears.
“I see light ahead,” Thundercracker said. His superior, keen intellect told him that must be this golden disk.
“L-l-light?” Skywarp’s talons clutched around him, turning his head from side to side, trying to peer over Thundercracker’s shoulder. “Phosphorescent death worms! Dangerous radioactivity! I-i-I hear serial killers like their slaughter rooms to be well-lit!”
Right. First step, when Thundercracker takes over? No more human television for Skywarp. Probably a good idea to have no TV, period, because if he had to hear Dirge whining about how they desperately needed a Slap-Chop one more time, someone was going to get himself slap-chopped.
“It’s the golden disk,” Thundercracker snapped. “It has to be.” Because fortune favored the bold, and fate extended its hand to the worthy, and Thundercracker was both bold and worthy. And, devastatingly handsome.
“Th-the golden disk?” The quivering against him grew in amplitude. “That sounds…terrifying!”
No, it didn’t. It sounded the exact opposite of terrifying, and for a klik Thundercracker almost thought he’d got stuck with Ramjet.
“It’s what we’re here for, you gibbering moron,” he snapped. “It means we’ve won.”
If they could actually get their hands on it. But the opening was too small for their combined bulk. Frag. He’d have to bend his leaderly intellect to this new challenge. Devious and clever, just as he’d expect from Starscream. But he was Thundercracker! Devious and clever were in his very programming! Even to the point of ‘cunningly devious’ and ‘fiendishly clever’! Starscream’s wit was no match for his own.
He just needed time, and silence, and a non-fear-vibrating moment of peace.
“B-but I’m afraid of success!”
“You’d better be more afraid of me!” Thundercracker roared, twisting, trying to smack the black jet behind him.
“AAAAAAHHHHhhhhhaaaaaaaahhhhAAAAAHHHH!!”
“Thundercracker! Lunaspiders! Thundercracker! Lunaspiders!”
“Get off me, you faulty diode,” Thundercracker’s voice was muffled against Skywarp’s cockpit.
“Eep!” Skywarp jumped back, falling flat on his pointy aft on the stone ground.
“Get up,” Thundercracker said, wiping his face. Just in case Skywarp’s...Skywarp-ness was contagious. Or otherwise marred his looks. No. Everything felt all right. Optics? Glowing with command. Helm? Sleek and leaderly. Chin? Heroically jutting. “Or do I need to list all the scary things that are on the ground? Germs? Lunaspider cooties?”
Skywarp bounced to his feet, then twitched from one foot to the other, staring fearfully into the darkness at the ground.
Thundercracker rolled his optics. They caught sight of the feeble golden glow from the crevice in the stone. Wait a klik! He pushed forward. Yes! There it was! The golden disk, sitting flat on the floor in a hollowed out chamber. The only problem was that there was no way wide enough to allow even the passage of one jet.
But of a teleporting jet? A sly, wickedly handsome smile curved over his shapely mouth. It was definitely a test of his leaderly intellect, having to deal with Skywarp. Which meant…he thought, suddenly, that Starscream liked him best! Why else give him such a glorious chance to prove his mettle?
“Skywarp!” he said, planting his hands on his hips. “Finally, I have a use for you! And don’t even tell me you fear being useful!”
“Y-yes, Thundercracker.” By the way Skywarp wrung his hands, Thundercracker could tell that his assessment was spot on. OF COURSE! As if he needed confirmation of his rightness.
He grabbed Skywarp by one wing, pushing him toward the crevice. “You’re going to…’pop’ in there and get that golden disk and bring it back to me.
“I-I am?”
“You are. Unless,” and Thundercracker allowed a commanding amount of Dark Menace in his voice, “you want me to really give you something to be afraid of.”
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