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[#058] Missed Connection (Transformers)
Theme Prompt: 058 - Prehistoric
Title: Missed Connection
Fandom: Transformers (OC-centric)
Rating/Warnings: G / it's all about a giant shark if that's a problem
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 969
Summary: Deep Blue has been to Earth before, a very long time ago.
Deep Blue had been in Earth's oceans before, though it took her a long time to realize it The humans had no memory of that era, and no one had ever asked where she ended up during that brief, ill-fated crash during the early years of the war. She had never connected the oceans of four million years ago with the one she plunged into in her second flight from Cybertron. Earth had changed, and so had she.
But she remembered it, because it was the first time she truly understood how dangerous and how beautiful organics could be.
When she first crash-landed on Earth, it was almost four million years ago, on a space mission gone wrong, and there were no humans yet. Even their earliest ancestors were still millions of years away. But that didn't mean there was no life. Oh, no. Earth - System Delta-3 IV, at the time - had always been teeming with organic life, most of it predatory, and at the time, all of it had been huge.
When her pod broke through the atmosphere, its viewports were already clouded with smoke, making it hard to see exactly what she was dropping toward, but the scanner readouts indicated that the planet's surface was seventy-one percent covered in liquid. She aimed for what appeared to be the mid-level depths based on a rapid scan, and plunged in with no time to check for local life-forms.
That was a mistake.
Today, most of the local aquatic life-forms were smaller than the average Cybertronian, and the ones that weren't were mostly harmless. (Mostly. There had been one unfortunate incident with a pod of orcas. She still regretted punching one in the face, even though she hadn't had a lot of options.) But back when she had first come to Earth, the aquatic life - and the land-based life - had been bigger.
Much, much bigger.
Her first encounter after leaving her escape pod, still in her Cybertronian alt-mode, was a giant reptile almost twice her length with a heavy frame, a massive set of teeth, and a vested interest in sampling the metal delicacy that had just dropped out of the sky. It was the first organic she ever encountered, and the first being of any variety that she had ever fled from without a backward glance.
It was humiliating, honestly, though at the time she was just grateful to escape with her life.
But it took three days for the rescue team to reach the system and bridge her back onto a Cybertronian warship, and she was far too claustrophobic to remain in the pod for seventy-two local hours. So after the giant reptile moved on, she left the pod again, this time much more cautiously, and discovered the wonders of organic seas.
The liquid here was clearer and warmer than the murky, icy Rust Seas of her home, and her alt-mode glided through it as easily as it ever had back on Cybertron. Many of the smaller life-forms - fish, eels, and reptiles that she didn't have a name for - were brightly colored, little flashes of brilliance against deep blue backdrops. She didn't need her night vision to track them, or to avoid the plants and rock formations that rose up from the bottom, unless she dived into the deepest parts where the pressure was uncomfortable and the temperatures plummeted.
The giants still lurked, but they grew easier to avoid. Most of them - the warm-blooded ones at least, which were bigger but somehow less intimidating - seemed either uninterested in eating things of her size, or smart enough to recognize a metal being as inedible. She tried to communicate with some of them, but their language resembled nothing she had ever encountered before, and they didn't seem to recognize her words as attempts to interact. After a few tries, she gave up and simply enjoyed exploring.
Her alt-mode stood out more drastically with each passing hour, but nothing jumped out as an obvious replacement - and anyway, she told herself sternly, she was only going to be there a few days. She was a tourist, not a new inhabitant. But she enjoyed the surging waves, the clear water, and the bright little creatures - and the huge looming ones - enough to consider that perhaps, one day, she would come back, even if there were monsters lurking in the depths.
Then, only a few minutes after she had received a comm message that the rescue ship would be entering the system in a few hours, she saw it.
Its shape resembled her own vaguely, though it was much larger and heavier, with less points on its external plating and more teeth (which seemed to be the case with most of the organics she had encountered so far. It was, based on its silhouette, a shark - but not one that had an equivalent on Cybertron. It was bigger than a seeker, or even some of the smaller shuttles she had pet, and it was terrifying.
Why, she wasn't sure, but she didn't like it, and she didn't give herself time to get used to it. With a single sweep of its tail, it turned toward her, and became the second being that she fled from without a single glance back.
Afterward, she wished she had stayed and tried to communicate with it. Perhaps she could have learned what planet she was on, or even what it was. But she hadn't, and when she had returned to Earth millions of years later, the oceans had changed so much she hadn't even recognized them.
But at least she could say she had seen it, though she had no plans to share the story of the time she ran from an organic with anyone else.
Title: Missed Connection
Fandom: Transformers (OC-centric)
Rating/Warnings: G / it's all about a giant shark if that's a problem
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 969
Summary: Deep Blue has been to Earth before, a very long time ago.
Deep Blue had been in Earth's oceans before, though it took her a long time to realize it The humans had no memory of that era, and no one had ever asked where she ended up during that brief, ill-fated crash during the early years of the war. She had never connected the oceans of four million years ago with the one she plunged into in her second flight from Cybertron. Earth had changed, and so had she.
But she remembered it, because it was the first time she truly understood how dangerous and how beautiful organics could be.
When she first crash-landed on Earth, it was almost four million years ago, on a space mission gone wrong, and there were no humans yet. Even their earliest ancestors were still millions of years away. But that didn't mean there was no life. Oh, no. Earth - System Delta-3 IV, at the time - had always been teeming with organic life, most of it predatory, and at the time, all of it had been huge.
When her pod broke through the atmosphere, its viewports were already clouded with smoke, making it hard to see exactly what she was dropping toward, but the scanner readouts indicated that the planet's surface was seventy-one percent covered in liquid. She aimed for what appeared to be the mid-level depths based on a rapid scan, and plunged in with no time to check for local life-forms.
That was a mistake.
Today, most of the local aquatic life-forms were smaller than the average Cybertronian, and the ones that weren't were mostly harmless. (Mostly. There had been one unfortunate incident with a pod of orcas. She still regretted punching one in the face, even though she hadn't had a lot of options.) But back when she had first come to Earth, the aquatic life - and the land-based life - had been bigger.
Much, much bigger.
Her first encounter after leaving her escape pod, still in her Cybertronian alt-mode, was a giant reptile almost twice her length with a heavy frame, a massive set of teeth, and a vested interest in sampling the metal delicacy that had just dropped out of the sky. It was the first organic she ever encountered, and the first being of any variety that she had ever fled from without a backward glance.
It was humiliating, honestly, though at the time she was just grateful to escape with her life.
But it took three days for the rescue team to reach the system and bridge her back onto a Cybertronian warship, and she was far too claustrophobic to remain in the pod for seventy-two local hours. So after the giant reptile moved on, she left the pod again, this time much more cautiously, and discovered the wonders of organic seas.
The liquid here was clearer and warmer than the murky, icy Rust Seas of her home, and her alt-mode glided through it as easily as it ever had back on Cybertron. Many of the smaller life-forms - fish, eels, and reptiles that she didn't have a name for - were brightly colored, little flashes of brilliance against deep blue backdrops. She didn't need her night vision to track them, or to avoid the plants and rock formations that rose up from the bottom, unless she dived into the deepest parts where the pressure was uncomfortable and the temperatures plummeted.
The giants still lurked, but they grew easier to avoid. Most of them - the warm-blooded ones at least, which were bigger but somehow less intimidating - seemed either uninterested in eating things of her size, or smart enough to recognize a metal being as inedible. She tried to communicate with some of them, but their language resembled nothing she had ever encountered before, and they didn't seem to recognize her words as attempts to interact. After a few tries, she gave up and simply enjoyed exploring.
Her alt-mode stood out more drastically with each passing hour, but nothing jumped out as an obvious replacement - and anyway, she told herself sternly, she was only going to be there a few days. She was a tourist, not a new inhabitant. But she enjoyed the surging waves, the clear water, and the bright little creatures - and the huge looming ones - enough to consider that perhaps, one day, she would come back, even if there were monsters lurking in the depths.
Then, only a few minutes after she had received a comm message that the rescue ship would be entering the system in a few hours, she saw it.
Its shape resembled her own vaguely, though it was much larger and heavier, with less points on its external plating and more teeth (which seemed to be the case with most of the organics she had encountered so far. It was, based on its silhouette, a shark - but not one that had an equivalent on Cybertron. It was bigger than a seeker, or even some of the smaller shuttles she had pet, and it was terrifying.
Why, she wasn't sure, but she didn't like it, and she didn't give herself time to get used to it. With a single sweep of its tail, it turned toward her, and became the second being that she fled from without a single glance back.
Afterward, she wished she had stayed and tried to communicate with it. Perhaps she could have learned what planet she was on, or even what it was. But she hadn't, and when she had returned to Earth millions of years later, the oceans had changed so much she hadn't even recognized them.
But at least she could say she had seen it, though she had no plans to share the story of the time she ran from an organic with anyone else.
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