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[#026] Impossible (Transformers)
Theme Prompt: #026 - Miracle
Title: Impossible
Fandom: Transformers
Rating/Warnings: G / No Warnings
Bonus: No
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Elita One wakes up on a mysterious planet several days after concluding that surviving her current predicament was impossible.
When Elita One opened her optics, she was staring up at the night sky, brilliant unfamiliar stars scattered across a dome of deep, dark blue, interspersed with shadowy forms that she couldn't put a name to - some sort of organic structure, perhaps, though the apparent fragility of the lines and curves ruled out buildings. A fire crackled somewhere a few yards away from her left side, and unfamiliar creatures chattered and chirped in the distance, producing a constant background hum of soft trilling.
It was comfortingly physical, her senses uniting to tell her that she was alive and currently on a living planet. Her chronometer told her that it had only been a week since the destruction of her ship, and that her energon levels were still at 45%.
Unfortunately, that was impossible.
Her last memory was crystal clear. She had checked her escape pod's fuel levels and determined they were too low to reach any of the planets shown on the onboard map. Her energon supplies were meant to last a few days, not an indeterminate amount of drifting in space. The pod's distress beacon had been destroyed in the launch, and she had no alternative for making contact with other Cybertronians.
She had known better than to hope she would survive. She had set the pod on-course to the nearest planet, knowing it would run out of fuel long before arriving. Then she had settled back, looked out at the stars one final time, and activated the onboard stasis pod, on the off chance that someone would find her one day.
Something called in the distance, an animal's cry that was answered by another, deeper tone from somewhere closer to Elita. She lifted her helm slowly, and the scene in front of her came into focus - an organic forest, the kind she had only heard about from off-planet researchers, lit only by the dim glow of the bonfire.
The planet on her pod's onboard map hadn't been organic. Where was this? How had she come here? It wasn't possible.
"Commander. I'm glad you're awake."
Elita sat bolt upright, ignoring the jolt of tension from cables that had been in the same position for far too long, and stared at the figure sitting across the fire.
"Chromia?"
The blue warrior's smile was just visible through the firelight. "Yeah, it's me."
Elita wasn't sure if the sudden spinning in her processor was from sitting up too quickly after a week in stasis, or from the realization that things she had accepted as fact suddenly...were not.
"I thought you were dead. When the ship exploded - I thought - "
"So did I," Chromia admitted, shrugging slightly and reaching forward to poke a stick into the fire. Elita couldn't quite tell what it was made of, but it burned well. "I thought we all were. I barely made it into a pod, and, well..." She gestured to her side, where a once-gaping wound had been carefully stapled together. "I didn't know if I would make it. There was a medikit in the pod, and I landed here a couple of days ago."
"If I had known you made it to a pod - " Astonishment gave way to guilt. How could she not have known her second in command was alive? "I'm sorry. I would have come back for you."
Chromia waved a hand dismissively. "I know you would, Commander. There was nothing you could have done. Just rest. You had a...rough landing."
"How..." Elita looked around, and realized that one of the shadows behind them was her pod, on its side with one end crushed flat. "This planet wasn't on my maps. On any maps. How did we get here?"
Chromia rummaged through her subspace and held out a small energon cube. "Here - you need fuel. I think this place is about halfway between the XJ19 and Beta-3 systems – but I’m not sure. It's pretty small, if you believe the one scan I got before my pod hit ground. Probably not much more than an asteroid."
Elita shook her head, staring around at the dark forest through a swirl of sparks rising from the bonfire. Animal calls echoed past, further away this time. "The odds of both of us landing here - they're astronomical. It's..."
"Impossible?" Chromia supplied, pushing the energon cube toward her again with a hint of concern in her tone. "Drink, Commander. If your fuel levels get too low, we'll have a problem. I don't know how we ended up here, honestly. I didn't see it coming, couldn't have aimed for it - it was just...here. I hesitate to say miraculous, but..."
That wasn't the sort of word Elita liked to use, even when she had no explanation for their current status. It implied that something had acted to affect what happened to them, and that was not an implication she liked at all.
But she couldn't say so out loud. Chromia was already visibly worried. She needed to get it together and keep it together, for both of them.
"Right." She shook her helm, drew a deep vent, and accepted the cube. "Any hazards?" She thought of the stories about organic forests, and made a note of the animal's approximate position based on the sounds it made.
"None that I've seen. It's quiet here." Chromia glanced from one side of the fire to the other, eyeing the forest thoughtfully. "Maybe too quiet, for an inhabited planet, but I think we're in the clear for the most part."
Elita looked up at the starfield above, brilliant and beautiful and completely unfamiliar. The maps would only tell them so much, and without at least one working pod...
"Tonight, we rest. If it's a miracle, let's take advantage of it while we can." Elita squared her shoulders and crushed the sense of unease. "Tomorrow, we find out what's going on here."
Chromia's smile was reassuring, sharp and confident enough to ease any doubts. "Copy that, Commander."
Title: Impossible
Fandom: Transformers
Rating/Warnings: G / No Warnings
Bonus: No
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Elita One wakes up on a mysterious planet several days after concluding that surviving her current predicament was impossible.
When Elita One opened her optics, she was staring up at the night sky, brilliant unfamiliar stars scattered across a dome of deep, dark blue, interspersed with shadowy forms that she couldn't put a name to - some sort of organic structure, perhaps, though the apparent fragility of the lines and curves ruled out buildings. A fire crackled somewhere a few yards away from her left side, and unfamiliar creatures chattered and chirped in the distance, producing a constant background hum of soft trilling.
It was comfortingly physical, her senses uniting to tell her that she was alive and currently on a living planet. Her chronometer told her that it had only been a week since the destruction of her ship, and that her energon levels were still at 45%.
Unfortunately, that was impossible.
Her last memory was crystal clear. She had checked her escape pod's fuel levels and determined they were too low to reach any of the planets shown on the onboard map. Her energon supplies were meant to last a few days, not an indeterminate amount of drifting in space. The pod's distress beacon had been destroyed in the launch, and she had no alternative for making contact with other Cybertronians.
She had known better than to hope she would survive. She had set the pod on-course to the nearest planet, knowing it would run out of fuel long before arriving. Then she had settled back, looked out at the stars one final time, and activated the onboard stasis pod, on the off chance that someone would find her one day.
Something called in the distance, an animal's cry that was answered by another, deeper tone from somewhere closer to Elita. She lifted her helm slowly, and the scene in front of her came into focus - an organic forest, the kind she had only heard about from off-planet researchers, lit only by the dim glow of the bonfire.
The planet on her pod's onboard map hadn't been organic. Where was this? How had she come here? It wasn't possible.
"Commander. I'm glad you're awake."
Elita sat bolt upright, ignoring the jolt of tension from cables that had been in the same position for far too long, and stared at the figure sitting across the fire.
"Chromia?"
The blue warrior's smile was just visible through the firelight. "Yeah, it's me."
Elita wasn't sure if the sudden spinning in her processor was from sitting up too quickly after a week in stasis, or from the realization that things she had accepted as fact suddenly...were not.
"I thought you were dead. When the ship exploded - I thought - "
"So did I," Chromia admitted, shrugging slightly and reaching forward to poke a stick into the fire. Elita couldn't quite tell what it was made of, but it burned well. "I thought we all were. I barely made it into a pod, and, well..." She gestured to her side, where a once-gaping wound had been carefully stapled together. "I didn't know if I would make it. There was a medikit in the pod, and I landed here a couple of days ago."
"If I had known you made it to a pod - " Astonishment gave way to guilt. How could she not have known her second in command was alive? "I'm sorry. I would have come back for you."
Chromia waved a hand dismissively. "I know you would, Commander. There was nothing you could have done. Just rest. You had a...rough landing."
"How..." Elita looked around, and realized that one of the shadows behind them was her pod, on its side with one end crushed flat. "This planet wasn't on my maps. On any maps. How did we get here?"
Chromia rummaged through her subspace and held out a small energon cube. "Here - you need fuel. I think this place is about halfway between the XJ19 and Beta-3 systems – but I’m not sure. It's pretty small, if you believe the one scan I got before my pod hit ground. Probably not much more than an asteroid."
Elita shook her head, staring around at the dark forest through a swirl of sparks rising from the bonfire. Animal calls echoed past, further away this time. "The odds of both of us landing here - they're astronomical. It's..."
"Impossible?" Chromia supplied, pushing the energon cube toward her again with a hint of concern in her tone. "Drink, Commander. If your fuel levels get too low, we'll have a problem. I don't know how we ended up here, honestly. I didn't see it coming, couldn't have aimed for it - it was just...here. I hesitate to say miraculous, but..."
That wasn't the sort of word Elita liked to use, even when she had no explanation for their current status. It implied that something had acted to affect what happened to them, and that was not an implication she liked at all.
But she couldn't say so out loud. Chromia was already visibly worried. She needed to get it together and keep it together, for both of them.
"Right." She shook her helm, drew a deep vent, and accepted the cube. "Any hazards?" She thought of the stories about organic forests, and made a note of the animal's approximate position based on the sounds it made.
"None that I've seen. It's quiet here." Chromia glanced from one side of the fire to the other, eyeing the forest thoughtfully. "Maybe too quiet, for an inhabited planet, but I think we're in the clear for the most part."
Elita looked up at the starfield above, brilliant and beautiful and completely unfamiliar. The maps would only tell them so much, and without at least one working pod...
"Tonight, we rest. If it's a miracle, let's take advantage of it while we can." Elita squared her shoulders and crushed the sense of unease. "Tomorrow, we find out what's going on here."
Chromia's smile was reassuring, sharp and confident enough to ease any doubts. "Copy that, Commander."