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beckyh2112) wrote2005-10-12 11:34 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2005-10-12 11:34 pm
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31_days - Becky, Why Are You Trying to Write Galvatron?
Title: This Is Me For Forever
Date/Theme: Oct. 12 'Into the valley of dying stars'
Series: G1 Transformers
Characters: Galvatron
AU: What if Unicron had won?
Rating: G
Warning: I've seen the movie all of once and season three never. Plus, I've been blasting "Nemo" by Nightwish for pretty much the entire time I worked on this. That was one of the songs I was playing when I wrote the Skyfire/Astrotrain oddity, so fair warning.
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'Til all are one.'
He stood on his lord's left shoulder and looked upon the void. Distantly, so distantly it barely registered to his optics, came the faintest imaginings of starlight. The void then, did not last forever. His lord wished it to, wished to annihilate everything that dared to stain the purity of the universe.
Everything, that is, save his herald.
The people of Cybertron had long held the belief that Prima's dying words held the promise of an ultimate destiny for their race. Now, this prophecy lay both impossibly close and impossibly distant to completion. Devoured Cybertron, devoured Earth - all the remaining Transformers travelled in the path of Unicron. Sweeps shattered on countless shields, Scourge broken on the swords of Andromeda, Cyclonus sacrificed so that the herald might continue to live. Of all those converted by Unicron, only the herald yet remained.
Before he was reformatted, he had teetered on the brink of death countless times. Never had he quite fallen across, unlike his enemy/rival/brother. As the herald, he had touched death far less, though, at times, much closer. The flaming light that melted impurities had scorched him, yet always the freezing void banished it. His lord did not allow him to fall, to rejoin the All-Spark.
He sensed another, an empyreal spark out there in the dark. Sometimes it lay ahead, sometimes it fell behind. The touch of it sent his old instincts screaming - he who had bowed to no one burned under the yoke of his lord.
It did not dare approach Unicron closely. The herald did not know exactly why, but there were more than enough reasons to do so. He knew the other's name, though, and could have compelled it to come. He chose not to. For all that it galled him, the immortal spark was the only other one in the far reaches of the dark. Should it extinguish, he would be alone in the dark.
The herald had never feared the darkness before his reformat. Now, though, the blinders were stripped away. When he had cracked open the artifact Ultra Magnus guarded, the blazing light had dispersed. Without the artifact-light dazzling his optics, he could see the pale gleam of sparks.
He looked out into the void and caught the faintest imaginings of sparklight.
Date/Theme: Oct. 12 'Into the valley of dying stars'
Series: G1 Transformers
Characters: Galvatron
AU: What if Unicron had won?
Rating: G
Warning: I've seen the movie all of once and season three never. Plus, I've been blasting "Nemo" by Nightwish for pretty much the entire time I worked on this. That was one of the songs I was playing when I wrote the Skyfire/Astrotrain oddity, so fair warning.
---
'Til all are one.'
He stood on his lord's left shoulder and looked upon the void. Distantly, so distantly it barely registered to his optics, came the faintest imaginings of starlight. The void then, did not last forever. His lord wished it to, wished to annihilate everything that dared to stain the purity of the universe.
Everything, that is, save his herald.
The people of Cybertron had long held the belief that Prima's dying words held the promise of an ultimate destiny for their race. Now, this prophecy lay both impossibly close and impossibly distant to completion. Devoured Cybertron, devoured Earth - all the remaining Transformers travelled in the path of Unicron. Sweeps shattered on countless shields, Scourge broken on the swords of Andromeda, Cyclonus sacrificed so that the herald might continue to live. Of all those converted by Unicron, only the herald yet remained.
Before he was reformatted, he had teetered on the brink of death countless times. Never had he quite fallen across, unlike his enemy/rival/brother. As the herald, he had touched death far less, though, at times, much closer. The flaming light that melted impurities had scorched him, yet always the freezing void banished it. His lord did not allow him to fall, to rejoin the All-Spark.
He sensed another, an empyreal spark out there in the dark. Sometimes it lay ahead, sometimes it fell behind. The touch of it sent his old instincts screaming - he who had bowed to no one burned under the yoke of his lord.
It did not dare approach Unicron closely. The herald did not know exactly why, but there were more than enough reasons to do so. He knew the other's name, though, and could have compelled it to come. He chose not to. For all that it galled him, the immortal spark was the only other one in the far reaches of the dark. Should it extinguish, he would be alone in the dark.
The herald had never feared the darkness before his reformat. Now, though, the blinders were stripped away. When he had cracked open the artifact Ultra Magnus guarded, the blazing light had dispersed. Without the artifact-light dazzling his optics, he could see the pale gleam of sparks.
He looked out into the void and caught the faintest imaginings of sparklight.