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[#079] Sea Snow (Transformers RiD15)
Theme Prompt: 079 - First Snow (Amnesty Week)
Title: Sea Snow
Fandom: Transformers Robots in Disguise 2015
Rating/Warnings: G / about a shark
Bonus: No
Word Count: 882
Summary: Deep Blue ventures into polar waters.
Generally, Earth's seas were warmer than Cybertron's. Some of it was chemical - Earth's water held more heat than the oily liquid of Cybertron's oceans - and some of it was climate-related. It wasn't what Deep Blue was constructed for, but she found it more pleasant than the chilly depths of the Mithril Sea. The shape she had taken from the local organics was built to handle a wide range of temperatures, one of the reasons she'd grown so attached to it - warm water felt good, and she spent more time than she strictly needed to basking in the shallows, but the cold didn't bother her alt-mode, and the links between Earth's much larger seas made her territory nearly limitless.
Or at least, she had assumed the cold wouldn't bother her alt-mode, until she crossed some invisible boundary on her way toward the planet's south pole and every instinct in her borrowed form started screaming at her that it was time to turn back before she froze to death. The currents swirled chilly lines along her sides, but it wasn't much colder than the depths where her borrowed species spent plenty of time, and she was close enough to the surface to get the benefit of the sun, if it ever came out from behind the clouds, so she ignored the shrieking instincts and continued south, toward the landmass she knew was out there somewhere.
The water was green and murky, forcing her to rely on her other senses to navigate. She had the advantage of both Cybertronian and shark senses, giving her a massive range of overlapping sensory data she could assemble into a rough map of her surroundings, and her vision was still far better than it would have been in root mode, but it wasn't her favorite way to operate. Maybe her shark's instincts were right, she thought wryly - maybe there was a reason the species she'd chosen to become didn't venture quite this far south.
Creatures lurked just out of sight and darted away in a blur of electrical signals, likely curious about the strange shark venturing into their territory. None of them were bold enough to enter visual range; the vague shadows she picked up made her suspect that she was much, much bigger than anything that had come to check her out so far. Alien scents swirled around her nose, hinting at fascinating trails she could follow if she were so inclined, and her radar net shimmered with tiny bright sparks of fish and squid too small to register as prey. Light shafted down through the green-tinted, cloudy water in ever-changing hues, giving the impression of swimming through some ancient open-roofed ruin. It was beautiful, in an eerie ghostly way, and Deep Blue thought that maybe she would need to visit more often.
Then an icy current swept over her frame, and her exterior muscle fibers cramped almost instantly. For a second, she flailed, tail thrashing against the cold water and spark pounding as her systems fought to stabilize her internal temperature. A few terrifying moments later, her heat-generators kicked in, warming her frame with an efficiency her organic counterpart never could have managed.
No wonder my instincts didn't think I should be here. Shaking her head and flicking her tail to ease the last of the cramps, Deep Blue rose rapidly toward the surface. At least she could pick up a little more heat from the sunlight, while she decided whether or not she wanted to continue or circle back toward warmer waters.
But there was no sunlight to be found. Instead, when she surfaced, little droplets of cold settled onto her dorsal fin and back, something that her organic mode seemed to have no instincts about.
She ducked down, washing away whatever had landed on her back, and rose to the surface again with long-disused Cybertronian systems coming to life. A scan told her that the little cold patches were soft clusters of ice, formed into tiny delicate crystals. According to a datanet search, the phenomenon was called snow.
She hovered at the surface, letting the snow crystals accumulate while she circled to keep water rushing over her synthetic gills. She didn't need to breathe, but it kept her instincts - still distressed from the cold - from complete panic while she rolled onto one side to look up at the sky with one optic. The snow was falling softly, at a pace that would have been a light rain if the temperature had been a few degrees warmer.
It was just as ghostly-pretty as the ocean depths, and almost as cold. Deep Blue's systems pinged a warning that her current heat settings were drawing more than their allotted amount of fuel; if she stayed in the polar seas for too long, she would need energon much sooner than she'd originally calculated, and her supplies were far away in warmer waters. Reluctantly, she rolled back upright and flicked her tail to wheel around in a rapid turn. By tomorrow, she would be out of snow range, and she could bring her systems back down to normal functioning.
But for now, she would stay at the surface and enjoy the thoroughly alien feeling of tiny ice crystals piling up on her dorsal fin.
Title: Sea Snow
Fandom: Transformers Robots in Disguise 2015
Rating/Warnings: G / about a shark
Bonus: No
Word Count: 882
Summary: Deep Blue ventures into polar waters.
Generally, Earth's seas were warmer than Cybertron's. Some of it was chemical - Earth's water held more heat than the oily liquid of Cybertron's oceans - and some of it was climate-related. It wasn't what Deep Blue was constructed for, but she found it more pleasant than the chilly depths of the Mithril Sea. The shape she had taken from the local organics was built to handle a wide range of temperatures, one of the reasons she'd grown so attached to it - warm water felt good, and she spent more time than she strictly needed to basking in the shallows, but the cold didn't bother her alt-mode, and the links between Earth's much larger seas made her territory nearly limitless.
Or at least, she had assumed the cold wouldn't bother her alt-mode, until she crossed some invisible boundary on her way toward the planet's south pole and every instinct in her borrowed form started screaming at her that it was time to turn back before she froze to death. The currents swirled chilly lines along her sides, but it wasn't much colder than the depths where her borrowed species spent plenty of time, and she was close enough to the surface to get the benefit of the sun, if it ever came out from behind the clouds, so she ignored the shrieking instincts and continued south, toward the landmass she knew was out there somewhere.
The water was green and murky, forcing her to rely on her other senses to navigate. She had the advantage of both Cybertronian and shark senses, giving her a massive range of overlapping sensory data she could assemble into a rough map of her surroundings, and her vision was still far better than it would have been in root mode, but it wasn't her favorite way to operate. Maybe her shark's instincts were right, she thought wryly - maybe there was a reason the species she'd chosen to become didn't venture quite this far south.
Creatures lurked just out of sight and darted away in a blur of electrical signals, likely curious about the strange shark venturing into their territory. None of them were bold enough to enter visual range; the vague shadows she picked up made her suspect that she was much, much bigger than anything that had come to check her out so far. Alien scents swirled around her nose, hinting at fascinating trails she could follow if she were so inclined, and her radar net shimmered with tiny bright sparks of fish and squid too small to register as prey. Light shafted down through the green-tinted, cloudy water in ever-changing hues, giving the impression of swimming through some ancient open-roofed ruin. It was beautiful, in an eerie ghostly way, and Deep Blue thought that maybe she would need to visit more often.
Then an icy current swept over her frame, and her exterior muscle fibers cramped almost instantly. For a second, she flailed, tail thrashing against the cold water and spark pounding as her systems fought to stabilize her internal temperature. A few terrifying moments later, her heat-generators kicked in, warming her frame with an efficiency her organic counterpart never could have managed.
No wonder my instincts didn't think I should be here. Shaking her head and flicking her tail to ease the last of the cramps, Deep Blue rose rapidly toward the surface. At least she could pick up a little more heat from the sunlight, while she decided whether or not she wanted to continue or circle back toward warmer waters.
But there was no sunlight to be found. Instead, when she surfaced, little droplets of cold settled onto her dorsal fin and back, something that her organic mode seemed to have no instincts about.
She ducked down, washing away whatever had landed on her back, and rose to the surface again with long-disused Cybertronian systems coming to life. A scan told her that the little cold patches were soft clusters of ice, formed into tiny delicate crystals. According to a datanet search, the phenomenon was called snow.
She hovered at the surface, letting the snow crystals accumulate while she circled to keep water rushing over her synthetic gills. She didn't need to breathe, but it kept her instincts - still distressed from the cold - from complete panic while she rolled onto one side to look up at the sky with one optic. The snow was falling softly, at a pace that would have been a light rain if the temperature had been a few degrees warmer.
It was just as ghostly-pretty as the ocean depths, and almost as cold. Deep Blue's systems pinged a warning that her current heat settings were drawing more than their allotted amount of fuel; if she stayed in the polar seas for too long, she would need energon much sooner than she'd originally calculated, and her supplies were far away in warmer waters. Reluctantly, she rolled back upright and flicked her tail to wheel around in a rapid turn. By tomorrow, she would be out of snow range, and she could bring her systems back down to normal functioning.
But for now, she would stay at the surface and enjoy the thoroughly alien feeling of tiny ice crystals piling up on her dorsal fin.