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[#123] Avalanche (Transformers IDW 2005)
Theme Prompt: Snowed In
Title: Avalanche
Fandom: Transformers (IDW 2005)
Rating/Warnings: General, no applicable warnings
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 400
Summary: In which Rodimus experiences the consequences of his actions and those consequences are mind-numbingly boring.
“Why don’t I just melt our way out of here?”
A great and inspired suggestion if he said so himself.
“Because you’re already low on fuel, Rodimus. You’ll literally just burn through it faster.” Megatron was such a killjoy. A self-appointed nanny and a killjoy. If Magnus weren’t literally the “fun police,” he’d call Megatron that. Maybe he could call him the “fun deputy” or “fun sheriff” but that sounded stupid. What about “fun constable,” he wondered. Maybe it could be shortened to “funstable” or—hm.
Yeah, no, that was too stupid—Oh, damn, Megatron was still talking. Rodimus tuned back in, well aware that he must have missed more than a minute or so of allegedly rational explanations for why Megatron’s idea was obviously the most appropriate course of action.
“So, in conclusion, we’re better off just waiting until Magnus can locate us.” Oh good, he came back in at the perfect time. “That shouldn’t take long. The snow won’t block our signals.”
Boring!
“Furthermore, our—more precisely your—fuel will last longer if we merely wait.”
Boring but agonizingly sensible. Rodimus always hated when Megatron was right.
“Well, I guess that’s that, then.” Rodimus crossed his arms with a huff, leaning back against the cold rock of the cave they’d found themselves in.
He hadn’t meant to trigger that avalanche. He’d just wanted to goof off in the snow after a hard day’s captaining and do flaming donuts on the mountainside. It had looked fun, and in his defense, it had been fun… until the mountain decided it was done playing.
Now, here they were, buried under tons of snow and stuck in a shallow outcropping of rock that Megatron had managed to roll them into. It had been a damn miracle they hadn't been carried away down the slope to Primus knew where.
Megatron, however, just sat patiently on the ground, cross-legged, like he was thinking.
Why was he so content to just sit and wait around? Hell, he could probably punch his way through the snow if he didn’t feel like digging. Either that, or he could share some of his extra fuel—he had to have plenty since he was so huge and hadn’t been on fire lately—and let Rodimus teach the snow who was boss.
"Waiting sucks,” he announced, dramatically throwing himself sideways across the ground.
The impact caused nearby snow to tremble.
Title: Avalanche
Fandom: Transformers (IDW 2005)
Rating/Warnings: General, no applicable warnings
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 400
Summary: In which Rodimus experiences the consequences of his actions and those consequences are mind-numbingly boring.
“Why don’t I just melt our way out of here?”
A great and inspired suggestion if he said so himself.
“Because you’re already low on fuel, Rodimus. You’ll literally just burn through it faster.” Megatron was such a killjoy. A self-appointed nanny and a killjoy. If Magnus weren’t literally the “fun police,” he’d call Megatron that. Maybe he could call him the “fun deputy” or “fun sheriff” but that sounded stupid. What about “fun constable,” he wondered. Maybe it could be shortened to “funstable” or—hm.
Yeah, no, that was too stupid—Oh, damn, Megatron was still talking. Rodimus tuned back in, well aware that he must have missed more than a minute or so of allegedly rational explanations for why Megatron’s idea was obviously the most appropriate course of action.
“So, in conclusion, we’re better off just waiting until Magnus can locate us.” Oh good, he came back in at the perfect time. “That shouldn’t take long. The snow won’t block our signals.”
Boring!
“Furthermore, our—more precisely your—fuel will last longer if we merely wait.”
Boring but agonizingly sensible. Rodimus always hated when Megatron was right.
“Well, I guess that’s that, then.” Rodimus crossed his arms with a huff, leaning back against the cold rock of the cave they’d found themselves in.
He hadn’t meant to trigger that avalanche. He’d just wanted to goof off in the snow after a hard day’s captaining and do flaming donuts on the mountainside. It had looked fun, and in his defense, it had been fun… until the mountain decided it was done playing.
Now, here they were, buried under tons of snow and stuck in a shallow outcropping of rock that Megatron had managed to roll them into. It had been a damn miracle they hadn't been carried away down the slope to Primus knew where.
Megatron, however, just sat patiently on the ground, cross-legged, like he was thinking.
Why was he so content to just sit and wait around? Hell, he could probably punch his way through the snow if he didn’t feel like digging. Either that, or he could share some of his extra fuel—he had to have plenty since he was so huge and hadn’t been on fire lately—and let Rodimus teach the snow who was boss.
"Waiting sucks,” he announced, dramatically throwing himself sideways across the ground.
The impact caused nearby snow to tremble.