[Transformers] TCxMirage Ficlet
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dracoqueen22a/n: No Seireitei Monogatari update today but I can guarantee there will be one tomorrow! And then the last ten drabbles will be updated every week at the very least. Huzzah!
Today I have another ficlet, this one based on Transformers Generation 1. I wanted to write some Thundercracker cause I haven't yet, and then I heard this song and got struck with an idea, throwing Mirage into the mix because I don't write enough Mirage either. No, this isn't sticky, but it does reference plug n' play at the beginning. The song, by the way, is "Utopia," by Within Temptation feat Chris Jones. Well worth a listen. Once again, this isn't beta'ed, but it's readable. Enjoy!
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“You're joining the Decepticons?” Mirage hisses, leaping back from Thundercracker as though he's been burned, nearly yanking out the cords that connect them. “Have you gone glitched?”
Thundercracker bristles, plating clamped down tight, unable to stop the hurt and disappointment from transmitting over their connection. “Yes, I am,” he grounds out. “Because you might have a future in the towers, but I'll never be more than a third class citizen.”
Or worse. Because he's cannon fodder with a tactician's processor by some trick of Primus. He wasn't meant to be this intelligent, but he is, and it's slowly killing him, as surely as a rust infection.
“Joining that tyrant is not going to solve anything!” Mirage sneers and reaches for his port, yanking out Thundercracker's connector and all but tossing it back to him.
Thundercracker, at least, is much more gentle in the way he disconnects them and hands Mirage his own cord. “Neither is your false Prime,” he argues, vents kicking on in the wake of his rising tide of anger. “He's a fragged figure head! The Council's makeshift drone!”
Mirage's noble-gold optics brighten in outrage. “Megatron would see everyone deactivated! He's as false as you claim Optimus to be!”
Another retreating step seems most prudent, for his own safety if not Mirage's. Thundercracker stares at his partner, who would have never been his bonded in this society, and wonders if he's been mistaken. If he never really understood Mirage at all.
Mirage is truly beautiful, the sight of him enough to make Thundercracker's spark surge. He's everything nobility and piles of creds can buy. He's also intelligent. Compassionate. Willing to see more than origins or caste. He's a better example of what the nobility should be.
But he doesn't get it. And he never will.
Thundercracker draws up straight, to his full height which towers over Mirage. “I'd rather die for Megatron's ambition than live like this any longer,” he says, with utter honesty.
It hurts, it does, but it's a purifying pain. Like he's finally made the right decision. Mirage won't join him, and he refuses to side with the Autobots. This is the only way he can have a future, even if it means one without Mirage.
“You want things changed, I get that,” Mirage says, his vocalizer softer now, as though he's realizing something. “But Megatron is not the way to do it. Optimus is different. He's trying, he's--”
“Too late,” Thundercracker interrupts, and yes, it does emerge as a static-laced snarl. Another tremor races through his frame, his wings fluttering. “Nothing's going to change unless we take it.”
He takes another moment, where his optics look at Mirage from helm to pede, taking in the elegant lines of his high caste frame. The soft, gleaming blue of his paint. The gold of his optics. And Thundercracker's spark flutters with warmth.
In the end, however, he knows that being with Mirage is not enough to satisfy him. He wants his freedom, he wants to be something more.
The Decepticons are the only chance he has to obtain that.
“You haven't even given him a chance,” Mirage says imploringly.
Thundercracker shakes his helm, taking another step backward. “And I'm not going to. This is goodbye, Mirage.”
He doesn't give the noble mech a chance to say anything else, instead activating his thrusters and pushing into the sky. He knows that if he stays, he might let Mirage convince him.
So when Mirage pings his comm unit, Thundercracker ignores it with a ruthless abandon that surprises even himself.
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a/n: I hope you enjoyed! Seireitei Monogatari will be updated tomorrow and on Friday we'll see the return of Flash Fic Friday! And this time, I'm thinking to go with a smutty theme. I'm in the mood to write smut.
Today I have another ficlet, this one based on Transformers Generation 1. I wanted to write some Thundercracker cause I haven't yet, and then I heard this song and got struck with an idea, throwing Mirage into the mix because I don't write enough Mirage either. No, this isn't sticky, but it does reference plug n' play at the beginning. The song, by the way, is "Utopia," by Within Temptation feat Chris Jones. Well worth a listen. Once again, this isn't beta'ed, but it's readable. Enjoy!
“You're joining the Decepticons?” Mirage hisses, leaping back from Thundercracker as though he's been burned, nearly yanking out the cords that connect them. “Have you gone glitched?”
Thundercracker bristles, plating clamped down tight, unable to stop the hurt and disappointment from transmitting over their connection. “Yes, I am,” he grounds out. “Because you might have a future in the towers, but I'll never be more than a third class citizen.”
Or worse. Because he's cannon fodder with a tactician's processor by some trick of Primus. He wasn't meant to be this intelligent, but he is, and it's slowly killing him, as surely as a rust infection.
“Joining that tyrant is not going to solve anything!” Mirage sneers and reaches for his port, yanking out Thundercracker's connector and all but tossing it back to him.
Thundercracker, at least, is much more gentle in the way he disconnects them and hands Mirage his own cord. “Neither is your false Prime,” he argues, vents kicking on in the wake of his rising tide of anger. “He's a fragged figure head! The Council's makeshift drone!”
Mirage's noble-gold optics brighten in outrage. “Megatron would see everyone deactivated! He's as false as you claim Optimus to be!”
Another retreating step seems most prudent, for his own safety if not Mirage's. Thundercracker stares at his partner, who would have never been his bonded in this society, and wonders if he's been mistaken. If he never really understood Mirage at all.
Mirage is truly beautiful, the sight of him enough to make Thundercracker's spark surge. He's everything nobility and piles of creds can buy. He's also intelligent. Compassionate. Willing to see more than origins or caste. He's a better example of what the nobility should be.
But he doesn't get it. And he never will.
Thundercracker draws up straight, to his full height which towers over Mirage. “I'd rather die for Megatron's ambition than live like this any longer,” he says, with utter honesty.
It hurts, it does, but it's a purifying pain. Like he's finally made the right decision. Mirage won't join him, and he refuses to side with the Autobots. This is the only way he can have a future, even if it means one without Mirage.
“You want things changed, I get that,” Mirage says, his vocalizer softer now, as though he's realizing something. “But Megatron is not the way to do it. Optimus is different. He's trying, he's--”
“Too late,” Thundercracker interrupts, and yes, it does emerge as a static-laced snarl. Another tremor races through his frame, his wings fluttering. “Nothing's going to change unless we take it.”
He takes another moment, where his optics look at Mirage from helm to pede, taking in the elegant lines of his high caste frame. The soft, gleaming blue of his paint. The gold of his optics. And Thundercracker's spark flutters with warmth.
In the end, however, he knows that being with Mirage is not enough to satisfy him. He wants his freedom, he wants to be something more.
The Decepticons are the only chance he has to obtain that.
“You haven't even given him a chance,” Mirage says imploringly.
Thundercracker shakes his helm, taking another step backward. “And I'm not going to. This is goodbye, Mirage.”
He doesn't give the noble mech a chance to say anything else, instead activating his thrusters and pushing into the sky. He knows that if he stays, he might let Mirage convince him.
So when Mirage pings his comm unit, Thundercracker ignores it with a ruthless abandon that surprises even himself.
a/n: I hope you enjoyed! Seireitei Monogatari will be updated tomorrow and on Friday we'll see the return of Flash Fic Friday! And this time, I'm thinking to go with a smutty theme. I'm in the mood to write smut.
