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beckyh2112) wrote2005-11-01 10:38 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2005-11-01 10:38 pm
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31_days - Double Feature
Firstly, the last drabble I wrote for an October theme...
Title: Minicon
Date/Theme: Oct. 29 'Evensong'
Series: An AU crossover of Star Wars and Transformers
Characters: Lys Khayalti, Khayal, and Allegro
AU: Transformers: Star Wars
Rating: PG
Notes: Lys and Khayal belong to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dark_puck. More details can be found here.
---
Allegro lay against the edge of the bed and watched the male human dab salve on Lys's bruises. They spoke softly to each other, but the minicon didn't translate what they said. He didn't want to know if they loved each other as much as their closeness and soft looks suggested.
Instead, he focussed on her hurts. He hadn't been able to prevent them; he'd been taken away, confiscated like so much property. Except, by Imperial law, he was property, just another droid. Not even that here, because he'd come in his transformed mode. Just a pretty, over-elaborate guitar that belonged to a runaway telbun.
He transformed quietly, ducked below the edge of the bed so that he would not be seen, and crept over to the door. He moved with an uncanny silence, seeming more shadow than machine. No one had punished whomever had hurt Lys, he was sure of it. The strong ruled over the weak, and on her homeworld, Lys was very weak. Property, just like him. Worse than him, because organics could beget children, and hers would be people rather than chattel.
Allegro slipped into the man's rooms, searching for a dataport. First, he needed information, then he could extract his pound of flesh. He could not prevent this beating, but he could certainly revenge it.
---
And now for today's. November, thankfully, is not AU month.
Title: Early Morning Coffee
Date/Theme: Nov. 1 'Things you've never seen'
Series: The Matrix
Characters: Brown, Jones
Rating: G
---
Brown held the coffee between his hands, enjoying the interaction of the warmth code and the code in his hands. It felt... pleasant, the word was pleasant. He had never had cause to use such a word before. He considered smiling, decided against it. Explaining that he had gotten to use a new word to Jones wasn't worth the slight change in his shell.
For his part, Jones blew softly on his coffee, dispersing the steam code. They had no plans to actually drink it, but Brown had wanted to find out why humans liked the substance so much.
The two ex-Agents sat in a tiny cafe in Paris, painfully out-of-place among the other patrons. No one seemed to pay any attention to them; people didn't notice Agents when they didn't want to be noticed. Brown had found the ability quite useful; he'd adapted to life in Exile by taking on the mission to discover why humans thought and acted the way they did. He thought this worried Jones a bit - the Combat Unit wasn't sure if Brown understood that he was in Exile. It wouldn't be the first time an Agent had gone random upon being loosed from the System.
Brown set his coffee down on the table. "It's time."
Jones looked at him.
"The museum will open in precisely the length of time it takes us to walk down there."
Jones stood up, taking his coffee with him.
Technically, the data on what all the museum contained was available freely to the ex-Agents. They could just pluck it out as they passed by, analyze the code, even run renders of how it would appear to a human. (That was a rather strange and wonderful experience, as well, not seeing objects in terms of code.) However, Brown thought he would better understand humans if he acted like they did.
Jones had told him that wouldn't work, because they didn't even interpret sensory data the same way humans did. Brown had argued that other Exiles had learned to do so, why couldn't they?
Jones had not pointed out the very obvious flaw in Brown's argument: all of the Exiles who had learned to do so were not Agents.
Brown did smile as they stepped out into the street. Exile wasn't so terrible as all that. They were both some of the best Agents ever made; even the upgrades couldn't put a hand on them. The Mainframe had other troubles at the moment, which they themselves could only fight in a limited way. Just because they were cut off from the System didn't mean they wanted it to crash. However, without their respawn protocols, they couldn't travel effectively enough to limit Rebel activity.
Jones did listen to the communications for any trouble in Paris, though. Unlike Brown, he had no distractions from his lack of purpose.
Title: Minicon
Date/Theme: Oct. 29 'Evensong'
Series: An AU crossover of Star Wars and Transformers
Characters: Lys Khayalti, Khayal, and Allegro
AU: Transformers: Star Wars
Rating: PG
Notes: Lys and Khayal belong to
dark_puck. More details can be found here.---
Allegro lay against the edge of the bed and watched the male human dab salve on Lys's bruises. They spoke softly to each other, but the minicon didn't translate what they said. He didn't want to know if they loved each other as much as their closeness and soft looks suggested.
Instead, he focussed on her hurts. He hadn't been able to prevent them; he'd been taken away, confiscated like so much property. Except, by Imperial law, he was property, just another droid. Not even that here, because he'd come in his transformed mode. Just a pretty, over-elaborate guitar that belonged to a runaway telbun.
He transformed quietly, ducked below the edge of the bed so that he would not be seen, and crept over to the door. He moved with an uncanny silence, seeming more shadow than machine. No one had punished whomever had hurt Lys, he was sure of it. The strong ruled over the weak, and on her homeworld, Lys was very weak. Property, just like him. Worse than him, because organics could beget children, and hers would be people rather than chattel.
Allegro slipped into the man's rooms, searching for a dataport. First, he needed information, then he could extract his pound of flesh. He could not prevent this beating, but he could certainly revenge it.
---
And now for today's. November, thankfully, is not AU month.
Title: Early Morning Coffee
Date/Theme: Nov. 1 'Things you've never seen'
Series: The Matrix
Characters: Brown, Jones
Rating: G
---
Brown held the coffee between his hands, enjoying the interaction of the warmth code and the code in his hands. It felt... pleasant, the word was pleasant. He had never had cause to use such a word before. He considered smiling, decided against it. Explaining that he had gotten to use a new word to Jones wasn't worth the slight change in his shell.
For his part, Jones blew softly on his coffee, dispersing the steam code. They had no plans to actually drink it, but Brown had wanted to find out why humans liked the substance so much.
The two ex-Agents sat in a tiny cafe in Paris, painfully out-of-place among the other patrons. No one seemed to pay any attention to them; people didn't notice Agents when they didn't want to be noticed. Brown had found the ability quite useful; he'd adapted to life in Exile by taking on the mission to discover why humans thought and acted the way they did. He thought this worried Jones a bit - the Combat Unit wasn't sure if Brown understood that he was in Exile. It wouldn't be the first time an Agent had gone random upon being loosed from the System.
Brown set his coffee down on the table. "It's time."
Jones looked at him.
"The museum will open in precisely the length of time it takes us to walk down there."
Jones stood up, taking his coffee with him.
Technically, the data on what all the museum contained was available freely to the ex-Agents. They could just pluck it out as they passed by, analyze the code, even run renders of how it would appear to a human. (That was a rather strange and wonderful experience, as well, not seeing objects in terms of code.) However, Brown thought he would better understand humans if he acted like they did.
Jones had told him that wouldn't work, because they didn't even interpret sensory data the same way humans did. Brown had argued that other Exiles had learned to do so, why couldn't they?
Jones had not pointed out the very obvious flaw in Brown's argument: all of the Exiles who had learned to do so were not Agents.
Brown did smile as they stepped out into the street. Exile wasn't so terrible as all that. They were both some of the best Agents ever made; even the upgrades couldn't put a hand on them. The Mainframe had other troubles at the moment, which they themselves could only fight in a limited way. Just because they were cut off from the System didn't mean they wanted it to crash. However, without their respawn protocols, they couldn't travel effectively enough to limit Rebel activity.
Jones did listen to the communications for any trouble in Paris, though. Unlike Brown, he had no distractions from his lack of purpose.