Post by OldDocyoshi on Jul 23, 2009 10:30:47 GMT -5
I created this Transformers (Der gasp! Transformers! 
) fanfiction a while ago. It's been on my deviantART profile for a while now, and I thought I'd post it here for you guys to laugh at. So yep. Here goes. Dogfight:
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His optics slowly came online, then the rest of his system booted up. He refreshed his vision several times, turning his helm to look around. His internal clock told him that the Earth sun was rising, starting a new day. With a slight shake of his helm, he rose from his berth, and exited his chamber. Standard protocols that were now instinct to him told him to head for the main meeting hall, for a brief roll call and assigning of the day’s duties.
The meeting hall was half empty when he arrived, so he took a seat at one of the benches. The small crowd present was quietly conversing amongst themselves. He kept silent, optics focused on the front of the hall, where their leader sat in a chair, back turned to them, reading over an information screen.
Slowly, the hall filled to capacity, then their leader, an imposing red, gray, and blue mech turned to face the crowd. He rose from his seat, and spoke in a loud, commanding voice. “Good morning, my fellow Autobots. I hope that you have all rested enough, because Megatron and his forces won’t stop the war just because we need rest.”
This earned a small collective chuckle from the crowd, then the leader shook his helm. “Jokes aside, I do hope you have all rested. I have jobs for most all of you.” He looked at several of the crowd, then nodded very slightly, and started pointing. “Wheeljack, a pair of Earth scientists from the nearby research laboratory have asked for a tour today, so pick them up, bring them here, and show them around. Spinshot, you’re on aerial reconnaissance again. The rest of you, scouting and maintenance.”
Without a word, the crowd rose as one, and filed out of the hall. The one named Spinshot exited the base, and stood in the sunlight, staring off into the distance for several minutes, then transformed, and took off into the air. This was going to be a long day, and, if he was lucky at all, an uneventful one, or so he hoped.
But it was not to be. Several hours into his patrol, he noticed a jet following him. Normally, he would have thought it just a human also patrolling, but humans, to his knowledge, did not paint their jets orange and green.
And human jets did not carry flamethrowers either, he noted, dodging a jet of flames. Spinshot cursed to himself, and spun around in mid-air, transforming. The jet following him did the same. This jet, however, was a femme, and, indeed, she was a Decepticon.
The femme cackled, and smirked at him. “Well well, must be my lucky day. One lone Autobrat. Stay still. This’ll be over quickly,” she said, blasting another stream of flames at him.
Spinshot dodged, and drew his rifle. “Speak for yourself, wench. I’m not going to just lay down my life so you can brag to you friends about another kill. You’re going to have to earn this one, he stated, and fired a shot at her.
She dodged out of the way, and charged at him, throwing a punch to his faceplate. This connected, and sent him down a few feet and dazing him for several seconds. She sent another jet of flame his way, but he recovered and did a barrel roll at the last moment. He didn’t entirely dodge it, and part of his arm was burned. He growled in pain, and looked at the injury, before raising his rifle, and unleashing a volley of shots at her. She attempted to dodge, but failed, and the shots hit her in the wing. She cried out, and swore loudly, and charged him again, unleashing all four of her flamethrowers at close range. He flew up a little two late, and his legs caught the flame, badly burning them. He snarled, and held his rifle backwards, swinging it at her like a baseball bat. This caught her in the helm, and stunned her, causing her to go into a downward spiral. Not giving her a chance to recover, he followed her, firing at her with his rifle. Most of the shots hit her, damaging her, causing her to fall faster. Her fall ended abruptly, as she crashed into the ocean, and disappeared from sight. Satisfied, he put his rifle away, and flew back towards the base.
) fanfiction a while ago. It's been on my deviantART profile for a while now, and I thought I'd post it here for you guys to laugh at. So yep. Here goes. Dogfight:--------------------------------------------
His optics slowly came online, then the rest of his system booted up. He refreshed his vision several times, turning his helm to look around. His internal clock told him that the Earth sun was rising, starting a new day. With a slight shake of his helm, he rose from his berth, and exited his chamber. Standard protocols that were now instinct to him told him to head for the main meeting hall, for a brief roll call and assigning of the day’s duties.
The meeting hall was half empty when he arrived, so he took a seat at one of the benches. The small crowd present was quietly conversing amongst themselves. He kept silent, optics focused on the front of the hall, where their leader sat in a chair, back turned to them, reading over an information screen.
Slowly, the hall filled to capacity, then their leader, an imposing red, gray, and blue mech turned to face the crowd. He rose from his seat, and spoke in a loud, commanding voice. “Good morning, my fellow Autobots. I hope that you have all rested enough, because Megatron and his forces won’t stop the war just because we need rest.”
This earned a small collective chuckle from the crowd, then the leader shook his helm. “Jokes aside, I do hope you have all rested. I have jobs for most all of you.” He looked at several of the crowd, then nodded very slightly, and started pointing. “Wheeljack, a pair of Earth scientists from the nearby research laboratory have asked for a tour today, so pick them up, bring them here, and show them around. Spinshot, you’re on aerial reconnaissance again. The rest of you, scouting and maintenance.”
Without a word, the crowd rose as one, and filed out of the hall. The one named Spinshot exited the base, and stood in the sunlight, staring off into the distance for several minutes, then transformed, and took off into the air. This was going to be a long day, and, if he was lucky at all, an uneventful one, or so he hoped.
But it was not to be. Several hours into his patrol, he noticed a jet following him. Normally, he would have thought it just a human also patrolling, but humans, to his knowledge, did not paint their jets orange and green.
And human jets did not carry flamethrowers either, he noted, dodging a jet of flames. Spinshot cursed to himself, and spun around in mid-air, transforming. The jet following him did the same. This jet, however, was a femme, and, indeed, she was a Decepticon.
The femme cackled, and smirked at him. “Well well, must be my lucky day. One lone Autobrat. Stay still. This’ll be over quickly,” she said, blasting another stream of flames at him.
Spinshot dodged, and drew his rifle. “Speak for yourself, wench. I’m not going to just lay down my life so you can brag to you friends about another kill. You’re going to have to earn this one, he stated, and fired a shot at her.
She dodged out of the way, and charged at him, throwing a punch to his faceplate. This connected, and sent him down a few feet and dazing him for several seconds. She sent another jet of flame his way, but he recovered and did a barrel roll at the last moment. He didn’t entirely dodge it, and part of his arm was burned. He growled in pain, and looked at the injury, before raising his rifle, and unleashing a volley of shots at her. She attempted to dodge, but failed, and the shots hit her in the wing. She cried out, and swore loudly, and charged him again, unleashing all four of her flamethrowers at close range. He flew up a little two late, and his legs caught the flame, badly burning them. He snarled, and held his rifle backwards, swinging it at her like a baseball bat. This caught her in the helm, and stunned her, causing her to go into a downward spiral. Not giving her a chance to recover, he followed her, firing at her with his rifle. Most of the shots hit her, damaging her, causing her to fall faster. Her fall ended abruptly, as she crashed into the ocean, and disappeared from sight. Satisfied, he put his rifle away, and flew back towards the base.
