Advent Adventures - Day 6
Dec. 9th, 2012 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camfieldWelp. Okay. I've been working like nonstop since Thursday, so now I get to play catch up. XD
“No.”
“Move. Now.”
“Do you really think I’m going to listen to you?”
Sunstreaker stood between Megatron and the fallen Prime, his weapon drawn and steady. The armies stood still, eager anticipation coming from the Decepticon side. Autobots were huddled around their leader, barring the view from the gray gunformer as they stood their ground. Sunstreaker stood alone, several paces in front of them. A great golden barrier between hope and despair.
“You will move, or you will die.”
The frontliner lifted his chin, pedes settling more firmly against the ground and hands gripping the blaster just a little bit tighter. “No.”
Megatron lifted his own cannon and powered it up in a slow whine. They both knew the handheld blaster was nowhere near powerful enough to do fatal damage to his reinforced armor and the ease in which he moved belied his lack of concern. “Then you will be the first to fall, and the last to die.”
His finger pressed the trigger and Sunstreaker charged forward, a roar erupting from his mouth as he saw the flashes of color that were his comrades and enemies blurred together. His optical lenses cycled down to pinpricks that were focused only on the mech in front of him. The way the light, the energy gathered at the end of his cannon. The way Megatron’s optics glinted with respect at the charge even as he fired.
The way the shot tore through him, Sunstreaker stumbling, but still moving forward. His momentum pushing him closer and closer even as his limbs got weaker and weaker. Each step thundering on the ground, his own blaster emitting a continuous stream of fire that scorched metal and pitted the thick armor. Smoke rising from seams as some found more sensitive places and wires, joints and gaps.
Until finally he threw himself headfirst at Megatron, cracking their helms together throwing them down to the ground. Jamming his blaster into the junction of his helm and firing up, through the neck cables and into the thinner armor that was on the underside of his processor box. Hoping that he could weaken the warlord even a little, to give the Autobots time to do something. Haze swirling around him as he lost the last of his strength was pulled off Megatron and thrown to the ground. Watching as sparks flew from a damaged optic, the gray jaw blown off.
As the Decepticon leader raised his cannon once more and fired.
As hope flashed over his bond with Sideswipe and everything went black.
Prompt: You shall not pass!
Char/Pairing: Sunstreaker/Megatron
Rating: R (violence)
Char/Pairing: Sunstreaker/Megatron
Rating: R (violence)
“No.”
“Move. Now.”
“Do you really think I’m going to listen to you?”
Sunstreaker stood between Megatron and the fallen Prime, his weapon drawn and steady. The armies stood still, eager anticipation coming from the Decepticon side. Autobots were huddled around their leader, barring the view from the gray gunformer as they stood their ground. Sunstreaker stood alone, several paces in front of them. A great golden barrier between hope and despair.
“You will move, or you will die.”
The frontliner lifted his chin, pedes settling more firmly against the ground and hands gripping the blaster just a little bit tighter. “No.”
Megatron lifted his own cannon and powered it up in a slow whine. They both knew the handheld blaster was nowhere near powerful enough to do fatal damage to his reinforced armor and the ease in which he moved belied his lack of concern. “Then you will be the first to fall, and the last to die.”
His finger pressed the trigger and Sunstreaker charged forward, a roar erupting from his mouth as he saw the flashes of color that were his comrades and enemies blurred together. His optical lenses cycled down to pinpricks that were focused only on the mech in front of him. The way the light, the energy gathered at the end of his cannon. The way Megatron’s optics glinted with respect at the charge even as he fired.
The way the shot tore through him, Sunstreaker stumbling, but still moving forward. His momentum pushing him closer and closer even as his limbs got weaker and weaker. Each step thundering on the ground, his own blaster emitting a continuous stream of fire that scorched metal and pitted the thick armor. Smoke rising from seams as some found more sensitive places and wires, joints and gaps.
Until finally he threw himself headfirst at Megatron, cracking their helms together throwing them down to the ground. Jamming his blaster into the junction of his helm and firing up, through the neck cables and into the thinner armor that was on the underside of his processor box. Hoping that he could weaken the warlord even a little, to give the Autobots time to do something. Haze swirling around him as he lost the last of his strength was pulled off Megatron and thrown to the ground. Watching as sparks flew from a damaged optic, the gray jaw blown off.
As the Decepticon leader raised his cannon once more and fired.
As hope flashed over his bond with Sideswipe and everything went black.
