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sakon76Sorting through papers in order to get rid of a LOT of them. Found this fic fragment, typed it in, am now throwing away paper.
As cold as ice, as cold as the deep blackness of true space, the robot drifted lifelessly past the stars. Its exterior, once red and gold, was dulled by the uncountable dust particles that had collided with that metal surface. Its eyes were dark. It did not move.
Only deep within the secure cavity of its chest was there any indication of life, a faint blue glimmer.
A spark.
Transformers: FreeFall
Monitoring the sensors was perhaps the most boring job aboard the downed ship. Rhinox didn't mind boring. It meant routine, safe, secure--peaceful.
"Hmm." An asteroid was heading towards the planet, perhaps three times the size of the stasis pods but roughly of the same density. He focused in on it, was mildly relieved when he saw that its trajectory was nowhere near the pods, then frowned as he read some of the elements the long-range sensors were picking up.
"Hey, Rhinox," Rattrap said, "why the long face?"
"Take a look," Rhinox invited.
Rattrap stood up on his hind legs and peered at the screen. "Tronium alloy?"
"It can only be made on Cybertron," Rhinox agreed. "But there's no way that's a stasis pod."
"And it's too small to be a ship," Rattrap mused, beady black eyes fixed on the screen which calculated out the trajectory of the falling object.
"So the question is, what is it?"
As cold as ice, as cold as the deep blackness of true space, the robot drifted lifelessly past the stars. Its exterior, once red and gold, was dulled by the uncountable dust particles that had collided with that metal surface. Its eyes were dark. It did not move.
Only deep within the secure cavity of its chest was there any indication of life, a faint blue glimmer.
A spark.
Transformers: FreeFall
Monitoring the sensors was perhaps the most boring job aboard the downed ship. Rhinox didn't mind boring. It meant routine, safe, secure--peaceful.
"Hmm." An asteroid was heading towards the planet, perhaps three times the size of the stasis pods but roughly of the same density. He focused in on it, was mildly relieved when he saw that its trajectory was nowhere near the pods, then frowned as he read some of the elements the long-range sensors were picking up.
"Hey, Rhinox," Rattrap said, "why the long face?"
"Take a look," Rhinox invited.
Rattrap stood up on his hind legs and peered at the screen. "Tronium alloy?"
"It can only be made on Cybertron," Rhinox agreed. "But there's no way that's a stasis pod."
"And it's too small to be a ship," Rattrap mused, beady black eyes fixed on the screen which calculated out the trajectory of the falling object.
"So the question is, what is it?"
