...Brain, what are you ON?!
Jul. 28th, 2012 07:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
whitefirebirdO...kay. Muse just shot me, demanding I write this. For background; this and in particular atomic-chinchilla's comment.
Disclaimer: I have no real knowledge of any of the MLP:FiM characters beyond names, and some appearances. Both TF and MLP belong to Hasbro, MLP:FiM also belongs to DA's fyre-flye.
Fic
"Are they in position, Soundwave?"
"Affirmative."
"All right. This baby is warmed up and ready to go!"
Ready...Aim...FIRE!
About to tromp on a disabled Bluestreak and injured Vortex, the virus-locked-and-berserk Devastator froze for a moment, before the tremors caused by the Bass Cannon caused the Constructicons to fall into their individual forms.
The entire battlefield stopped.
"Woohoo! Score one for the sound crew!"
Soundwave hummed.
Vinyl Scratch turned to her erstwhile assistant. "Well?"
Soundwave looked over the battlefield once more. The ponies had done much more damage to the virus-affected Decepticons than the Autobots or even the unaffected Decepticons. And Scrapper was shakily standing, with some sense returned to his optics, Mixmaster's virus apparently disabled.
He smirked behind his mask, and bowed his head in acknowledgement to his companion.
"Diminutive equines superior. Constructicons still inferior."
Vinyl eyed him. "Don't say that. We'll end up having to do this all over again. Even if it is true."
END
Also, have been a busy little author, a lot of chapters (for unnamed tf-fic) going up this weekend. But not 'til tomorrow. ;)
Disclaimer: I have no real knowledge of any of the MLP:FiM characters beyond names, and some appearances. Both TF and MLP belong to Hasbro, MLP:FiM also belongs to DA's fyre-flye.
Fic
"Are they in position, Soundwave?"
"Affirmative."
"All right. This baby is warmed up and ready to go!"
Ready...Aim...FIRE!
About to tromp on a disabled Bluestreak and injured Vortex, the virus-locked-and-berserk Devastator froze for a moment, before the tremors caused by the Bass Cannon caused the Constructicons to fall into their individual forms.
The entire battlefield stopped.
"Woohoo! Score one for the sound crew!"
Soundwave hummed.
Vinyl Scratch turned to her erstwhile assistant. "Well?"
Soundwave looked over the battlefield once more. The ponies had done much more damage to the virus-affected Decepticons than the Autobots or even the unaffected Decepticons. And Scrapper was shakily standing, with some sense returned to his optics, Mixmaster's virus apparently disabled.
He smirked behind his mask, and bowed his head in acknowledgement to his companion.
"Diminutive equines superior. Constructicons still inferior."
Vinyl eyed him. "Don't say that. We'll end up having to do this all over again. Even if it is true."
END
Also, have been a busy little author, a lot of chapters (for unnamed tf-fic) going up this weekend. But not 'til tomorrow. ;)
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Date: 2012-08-01 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-01 11:40 pm (UTC)From what I understand, Vinyl is a DJ obsessed with sound. If you check out the pic in the link at the top, you'll get the appearance for her.