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dunmurderin) wrote2007-08-12 05:41 pm
dunmurderin) wrote2007-08-12 05:41 pm
Fanfic -- Untitled (Angsty Pipes)
Author’s Note: Takes place in approximately 2006 or 2007. Set in same story universe as rest of the 28 Pipes.
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Cybertron was at peace. For the first time in over a hundred thousand vorn, the dogs of war had been leashed and all was finally in harmony.
Granted, Cybertron was changed. Irreversibly so. A moon was gone, for one thing. And then there were the planet-wide gashes left from when Unicron had tried to devour Cybertron itself. But on the whole, the planet had survived and it would be rebuilt -- better than ever, if the Autobots had anything to say about it.
Pipes almost wished he’d be there to see it.
“You’re sure about this?” Tailgate asked as they drove along the main highway toward Iacon’s spaceport. He was speaking in the careful, gentle tones most people used when talking to him; the sort of tones usually reserved for the slightly mad. “I mean, the war’s over so why keep fighting someplace else?”
“The war’s over here,” Pipes said, shifting to avoid a crater in the road. “But it’s going to be coming to Nebulos. Galvatron knows he can’t hurt us here but they’re still vulnerable.”
“They’ve got the ‘Masters to take care of them,” Tailgate said, braking to avoid rear-ending Pipes.
“There’s nine of them against th’ whole Decepticon Empire,” Pipes said. “That’s not enough.”
“Eighteen of them,” Tailgate said. “Their heads and weapons count as Autobots too, y’know.”
Pipes sighed as he put on speed, trying to make up for lost time. “Eighteen is still not enough,” he said. “You know what the Decepticons are like. An’ with their own ‘Masters, they’re gonna be worse.”
“Still doesn’t mean you have to go.” Tailgate activated his magnet, allowing Pipes to handle the driving now that they were on open road.
“Optimus asked for volunteers,” Pipes said. “You were there; I don’t have to go, I just want to. Beats sitting around here with nothing to do.”
“Getting scrapped isn’t going to bring Huffer back,” Tailgate said.
Pipes sped up rather than slowing down. “I know that,” he said, tersely. “But staying here hurts, ‘Gate. Only thing worse would be going back to Earth.”
Tailgate said nothing as Pipes continued. “I mean, I’m glad the war’s over and I survived it and all but Huffer should be here. He’s the one who wanted to come home to Cybertron. He should be here, helping rebuild it. It’s not fair. We were the ones who weren’t supposed to live beyond a couple battles. So why’d a couple kitbashes like us live and he didn’t?”
“Universe isn’t fair, Pipes.” Tailgate’s voice was quiet. “We learned that a long time ago. Is revenge what you really want?”
“It’s not about revenge,” Pipes said. “I just want to be useful. Here? There’s nothing I can do. I’m a warrior, fighting’s all I know how to do well an’ on Nebulos I can make a difference. Here? Unless they need somebody to tell ‘em the difference between a Mr. Coffee TF4 and a Mr. Coffee TF5, I’m gonna be stuck twiddling my cannons.”
“Point,” Tailgate said. “So, how long until the shuttle leaves?”
“About three breem before they’re supposed to take off,” Pipes said. “So, if you’ll shut up an’ quit second-guessin’ me on why I’m goin’ and if the roads stay clear, we’ll make it in no time.”
“You got it Pipes,” Tailgate said. “Let’s roll out. The machines of Nebulos need us!”
“Th’ people too, ‘Gate, people too,” Pipes said, laying on the speed.
Cybertron was at peace. For the first time in over a hundred thousand vorn, the dogs of war had been leashed and all was finally in harmony.
Granted, Cybertron was changed. Irreversibly so. A moon was gone, for one thing. And then there were the planet-wide gashes left from when Unicron had tried to devour Cybertron itself. But on the whole, the planet had survived and it would be rebuilt -- better than ever, if the Autobots had anything to say about it.
Pipes almost wished he’d be there to see it.
“You’re sure about this?” Tailgate asked as they drove along the main highway toward Iacon’s spaceport. He was speaking in the careful, gentle tones most people used when talking to him; the sort of tones usually reserved for the slightly mad. “I mean, the war’s over so why keep fighting someplace else?”
“The war’s over here,” Pipes said, shifting to avoid a crater in the road. “But it’s going to be coming to Nebulos. Galvatron knows he can’t hurt us here but they’re still vulnerable.”
“They’ve got the ‘Masters to take care of them,” Tailgate said, braking to avoid rear-ending Pipes.
“There’s nine of them against th’ whole Decepticon Empire,” Pipes said. “That’s not enough.”
“Eighteen of them,” Tailgate said. “Their heads and weapons count as Autobots too, y’know.”
Pipes sighed as he put on speed, trying to make up for lost time. “Eighteen is still not enough,” he said. “You know what the Decepticons are like. An’ with their own ‘Masters, they’re gonna be worse.”
“Still doesn’t mean you have to go.” Tailgate activated his magnet, allowing Pipes to handle the driving now that they were on open road.
“Optimus asked for volunteers,” Pipes said. “You were there; I don’t have to go, I just want to. Beats sitting around here with nothing to do.”
“Getting scrapped isn’t going to bring Huffer back,” Tailgate said.
Pipes sped up rather than slowing down. “I know that,” he said, tersely. “But staying here hurts, ‘Gate. Only thing worse would be going back to Earth.”
Tailgate said nothing as Pipes continued. “I mean, I’m glad the war’s over and I survived it and all but Huffer should be here. He’s the one who wanted to come home to Cybertron. He should be here, helping rebuild it. It’s not fair. We were the ones who weren’t supposed to live beyond a couple battles. So why’d a couple kitbashes like us live and he didn’t?”
“Universe isn’t fair, Pipes.” Tailgate’s voice was quiet. “We learned that a long time ago. Is revenge what you really want?”
“It’s not about revenge,” Pipes said. “I just want to be useful. Here? There’s nothing I can do. I’m a warrior, fighting’s all I know how to do well an’ on Nebulos I can make a difference. Here? Unless they need somebody to tell ‘em the difference between a Mr. Coffee TF4 and a Mr. Coffee TF5, I’m gonna be stuck twiddling my cannons.”
“Point,” Tailgate said. “So, how long until the shuttle leaves?”
“About three breem before they’re supposed to take off,” Pipes said. “So, if you’ll shut up an’ quit second-guessin’ me on why I’m goin’ and if the roads stay clear, we’ll make it in no time.”
“You got it Pipes,” Tailgate said. “Let’s roll out. The machines of Nebulos need us!”
“Th’ people too, ‘Gate, people too,” Pipes said, laying on the speed.