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[#092] Shadows in the Deep (Transformers)
Theme Prompt: 092 - Into the Depths
Title: Shadows in the Deep
Fandom: Transformers (vaguely RiD2015)
Rating/Warnings: G / Deep-sea ominousness
Bonus: No
Word Count: 753
Summary: Deep Blue dives deeper into her new ocean.
Earth's seas were lighter than Cybertron's, in every sense of the word - less dense and less dark. Sunlight filtered down much further through the water than through Cybertron's oil-laced oceans, creating shimmering worlds of blue-green reflections. They were easier to move through, allowing for acrobatics that would have been near-impossible in a heavier liquid. Deep Blue's new home might have been lacking in company, but it was nothing if not beautiful.
But like every paradise, Earth's oceans had their dark corners.
She had found one of them during her early explorations, back when she had been more comfortable in her bipedal form and still adjusting to the water. The canyon plunged down a long slope toward the depths, where no light reached and the pressure threatened to crush even a solid Cybertronian frame. At the time, she had turned away the moment she realized where the canyon walls were leading. Every planet had its predators, and she suspected the ones big enough to be dangerous to her might lurk down that way.
The other sharks didn't care for it, either. Some of the big ones dropped down to the ocean floor, and even into the canyon from time to time, but they didn't linger.
She shouldn't have been curious. She had plenty of territory to wander; none of the other sharks were large enough to challenge her, and she could go where she wanted. There was no food down in the depths (not of the energon variety, anyway - though the seals seemed to avoid it, too), and she wouldn't be able to see much even with enhanced optics. But some part of her didn't like having part of her ocean off-limits.
So after months of journeying through the upper levels of the ocean, she found herself plunging back toward the canyon, into the darkness.
She couldn't have said what she was looking for. It was dark - as expected - and cold, also as expected. The pressure wasn't nearly as bad as expected, though, and she was grateful for that, because the rocks looming up on either side were more than enough to trigger whatever claustrophobia she had left.
The deeper she went, the stranger the fish became, little wisps of red and white that vanished away into the gloom the moment she spotted them. The rocks loomed higher, the light from the surface turned into the faintest distant glimmer far above, and the rock floor became smoother underneath as the current swept sand up over the stone. Deep Blue slowed down to a crawl, straining to see through the black water. There was nothing down here, after all; just tiny squid, and rocks, and sand.
A red light blinked.
If she could have frozen, she would have, but the current and the steady beat of her tail swept her on. It could have been one of the strange red fish, catching a glint of light from the surface or from her own frame. It could have been a trick of the darkness, or her own desire to have had a reason to come down here. It could have been almost anything.
But she knew that pattern, and that shade of red, though she couldn't say where she knew them from, and that was enough to keep her from pivoting around and heading straight back to the surface.
She slowed until she was almost floating, letting the current draw her on, and angled until she was above the light. Then, cautiously, old instincts waking up after months of being suppressed, she approached, waiting for the shadows to resolve into a distinct shape.
A Cybertronian escape pod.
It wasn't the same model as her shuttle. This was a one-mech pod from a big ship, with the bare minimum of life support. It must have been launched from a crash, probably a long time ago judging from the algae building up on the outside.
And it was cracked wide open, from top to bottom, leaving no doubt that whoever had been in it had shredded their way out. That required a big mech, with a lot of muscle.
Some instinct caused her to dart straight up, away from the pod. For a second, she thought she saw a flash of something coiling away in the opposite direction - then it was gone, and she was rocketing up toward the light in the distance.
She wasn't alone in the ocean.
That should have been a reassuring thought, but for some reason, it was not.
Title: Shadows in the Deep
Fandom: Transformers (vaguely RiD2015)
Rating/Warnings: G / Deep-sea ominousness
Bonus: No
Word Count: 753
Summary: Deep Blue dives deeper into her new ocean.
Earth's seas were lighter than Cybertron's, in every sense of the word - less dense and less dark. Sunlight filtered down much further through the water than through Cybertron's oil-laced oceans, creating shimmering worlds of blue-green reflections. They were easier to move through, allowing for acrobatics that would have been near-impossible in a heavier liquid. Deep Blue's new home might have been lacking in company, but it was nothing if not beautiful.
But like every paradise, Earth's oceans had their dark corners.
She had found one of them during her early explorations, back when she had been more comfortable in her bipedal form and still adjusting to the water. The canyon plunged down a long slope toward the depths, where no light reached and the pressure threatened to crush even a solid Cybertronian frame. At the time, she had turned away the moment she realized where the canyon walls were leading. Every planet had its predators, and she suspected the ones big enough to be dangerous to her might lurk down that way.
The other sharks didn't care for it, either. Some of the big ones dropped down to the ocean floor, and even into the canyon from time to time, but they didn't linger.
She shouldn't have been curious. She had plenty of territory to wander; none of the other sharks were large enough to challenge her, and she could go where she wanted. There was no food down in the depths (not of the energon variety, anyway - though the seals seemed to avoid it, too), and she wouldn't be able to see much even with enhanced optics. But some part of her didn't like having part of her ocean off-limits.
So after months of journeying through the upper levels of the ocean, she found herself plunging back toward the canyon, into the darkness.
She couldn't have said what she was looking for. It was dark - as expected - and cold, also as expected. The pressure wasn't nearly as bad as expected, though, and she was grateful for that, because the rocks looming up on either side were more than enough to trigger whatever claustrophobia she had left.
The deeper she went, the stranger the fish became, little wisps of red and white that vanished away into the gloom the moment she spotted them. The rocks loomed higher, the light from the surface turned into the faintest distant glimmer far above, and the rock floor became smoother underneath as the current swept sand up over the stone. Deep Blue slowed down to a crawl, straining to see through the black water. There was nothing down here, after all; just tiny squid, and rocks, and sand.
A red light blinked.
If she could have frozen, she would have, but the current and the steady beat of her tail swept her on. It could have been one of the strange red fish, catching a glint of light from the surface or from her own frame. It could have been a trick of the darkness, or her own desire to have had a reason to come down here. It could have been almost anything.
But she knew that pattern, and that shade of red, though she couldn't say where she knew them from, and that was enough to keep her from pivoting around and heading straight back to the surface.
She slowed until she was almost floating, letting the current draw her on, and angled until she was above the light. Then, cautiously, old instincts waking up after months of being suppressed, she approached, waiting for the shadows to resolve into a distinct shape.
A Cybertronian escape pod.
It wasn't the same model as her shuttle. This was a one-mech pod from a big ship, with the bare minimum of life support. It must have been launched from a crash, probably a long time ago judging from the algae building up on the outside.
And it was cracked wide open, from top to bottom, leaving no doubt that whoever had been in it had shredded their way out. That required a big mech, with a lot of muscle.
Some instinct caused her to dart straight up, away from the pod. For a second, she thought she saw a flash of something coiling away in the opposite direction - then it was gone, and she was rocketing up toward the light in the distance.
She wasn't alone in the ocean.
That should have been a reassuring thought, but for some reason, it was not.