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[#066] Thunder on the Horizon (Transformers)
Theme Prompt: 066 - Gathering Clouds
Title: Thunder on the Horizon
Fandom: (Transformers, AU-ish Bayverse)
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: No
Word Count: 561
Summary: As a storm brews over Iacon, Elita suspects a different kind of storm is about to break loose in the Council Hall.
Bruise-purple clouds boiled over Iacon, merging with the setting sun to throw eerie shadows through the spires marking the Council Hall and the Archives. The storm would be here by the time night fell, Elita thought, judging from the rapidly cooling breeze that whipped through the Hall's columns. Maybe even earlier - seasonal storms were notoriously unpredictable. She had already seen to it that her unit's patrol routes had been altered to keep them under shelter; acid rain could do serious damage to even Senate Guard-weight plating.
There was a storm brewing inside, too, if the constant crackling of tense EM fields was anything to go by. Elita exchanged glances across the portico with Chromia, her partner for the night, and sent over a text. ::Have you seen anything of the Prime tonight?::
::Not since the Council went into session. Whatever they're arguing over in there, it's serious.::
Elita watched one of the senators from Nova Cronum pace the courtyard, snapping into their comm line in their own dialect. ::It's a debate about labor division in the southern cities. That always gets ugly fast.::
::Ugh.:: Chromia settled her weapon more comfortably against her shoulder and turned to pace back along the length of the Hall. ::They're never going to come to an agreement, but it comes up every year.::
::Almost as often as the question of expansion past the Velocitron colonies.:: Elita tuned one of her audials until she could hear voices from inside the Hall. The Lord Protector was shouting, grating rasp identifiable even at a distance. ::Which has also just come up.::
Even from across the courtyard, Elita could practically see Chromia's optics roll. ::Someday someone's going to get tired of arguing and throw a punch.::
Elita wanted to laugh, but it died in her throat as a Vosian senator stormed through the hallway behind her, EM field boiling over with fury she could taste in the back of her mouth. He didn't seem like the type to throw a punch - he seemed like the type to take out a hit on his political adversaries. She turned slowly, keeping an optic on him. ::Chroms, keep an audio open. I don't think that's hyperbole.::
::Something wrong on that side?:: Chromia's posture had already snapped to fully alert, optics roving the courtyard and the Hall entrance.
::I don't know. Call it a hunch.:: She sent out a 'be alert' glyph to the rest of the unit, scattered at strategic points throughout the Hall and the surrounding corridors and courtyards. The tension surrounding the Council Hall seemed to have ratcheted up a few more notches in the last few minutes, and she noticed that the cool breeze had abruptly died.
Lightning ripped the clouds open, and a thunderclap shook the ground underfoot. The few mechs still out in the uncovered courtyard ran for shelter as the first few drops of rain hit the ground and the clouds swirled lower and lower.
::Check the perimeter,:: Elita ordered, moving to do just that on her side of the building. ::Make sure anyone who's not under cover gets there, now. I'll check up on expected storm duration with the weather patrols.::
Part of her suspected that the storm brewing inside the Council Hall would be far more dangerous than the one breaking outside, but only one of them was her job to deal with.
Title: Thunder on the Horizon
Fandom: (Transformers, AU-ish Bayverse)
Rating/Warnings: G / None
Bonus: No
Word Count: 561
Summary: As a storm brews over Iacon, Elita suspects a different kind of storm is about to break loose in the Council Hall.
Bruise-purple clouds boiled over Iacon, merging with the setting sun to throw eerie shadows through the spires marking the Council Hall and the Archives. The storm would be here by the time night fell, Elita thought, judging from the rapidly cooling breeze that whipped through the Hall's columns. Maybe even earlier - seasonal storms were notoriously unpredictable. She had already seen to it that her unit's patrol routes had been altered to keep them under shelter; acid rain could do serious damage to even Senate Guard-weight plating.
There was a storm brewing inside, too, if the constant crackling of tense EM fields was anything to go by. Elita exchanged glances across the portico with Chromia, her partner for the night, and sent over a text. ::Have you seen anything of the Prime tonight?::
::Not since the Council went into session. Whatever they're arguing over in there, it's serious.::
Elita watched one of the senators from Nova Cronum pace the courtyard, snapping into their comm line in their own dialect. ::It's a debate about labor division in the southern cities. That always gets ugly fast.::
::Ugh.:: Chromia settled her weapon more comfortably against her shoulder and turned to pace back along the length of the Hall. ::They're never going to come to an agreement, but it comes up every year.::
::Almost as often as the question of expansion past the Velocitron colonies.:: Elita tuned one of her audials until she could hear voices from inside the Hall. The Lord Protector was shouting, grating rasp identifiable even at a distance. ::Which has also just come up.::
Even from across the courtyard, Elita could practically see Chromia's optics roll. ::Someday someone's going to get tired of arguing and throw a punch.::
Elita wanted to laugh, but it died in her throat as a Vosian senator stormed through the hallway behind her, EM field boiling over with fury she could taste in the back of her mouth. He didn't seem like the type to throw a punch - he seemed like the type to take out a hit on his political adversaries. She turned slowly, keeping an optic on him. ::Chroms, keep an audio open. I don't think that's hyperbole.::
::Something wrong on that side?:: Chromia's posture had already snapped to fully alert, optics roving the courtyard and the Hall entrance.
::I don't know. Call it a hunch.:: She sent out a 'be alert' glyph to the rest of the unit, scattered at strategic points throughout the Hall and the surrounding corridors and courtyards. The tension surrounding the Council Hall seemed to have ratcheted up a few more notches in the last few minutes, and she noticed that the cool breeze had abruptly died.
Lightning ripped the clouds open, and a thunderclap shook the ground underfoot. The few mechs still out in the uncovered courtyard ran for shelter as the first few drops of rain hit the ground and the clouds swirled lower and lower.
::Check the perimeter,:: Elita ordered, moving to do just that on her side of the building. ::Make sure anyone who's not under cover gets there, now. I'll check up on expected storm duration with the weather patrols.::
Part of her suspected that the storm brewing inside the Council Hall would be far more dangerous than the one breaking outside, but only one of them was her job to deal with.