It's been an incredibly busy month and I still have a bunch of stuff to finish before April rolls around, so I thought that I'd better upload this set now before I don't get the chance.
Eyrmia: Thank you so much! And don't worry, I'll have all 100 posted eventually.
Transformers Prime: 100 Written Prompts Challenge
From war to peace, and everything in-between.
Prompts 31-35:
SPECIAL
Airachnid was a collector. A picky collector at that, only taking the best that was offered – the ones she liked. Heads were her specialty. Out of every species she'd ever come across, she'd taken a little token of remembrance; a victim that got caught in her web would quickly lose its head. She would proudly show off her collection if anyone dared to come and view it.
Now on Earth, Airachnid found she had another gap in her collection, one she quickly wished to fill. Within her first few hours on the blue planet, Airachnid was glad that she'd found what would fill that special little void; the head of that human Arcee was so found of; Jack.
She thought his little head would make a lovely centerpiece for her collection.
ARENA
The arena was packed tonight, the stands full of eager spectators. The gladiatorial pits had never received this good of a turnout before, this much publicity, or as far as Soundwave was aware they hadn't. There were mechs pressed close against the cage, shoulders scrapping one another's, some in the stands craning their necks to get a better look.
They certainly weren't here for him, their line of sight made that much obvious. He hadn't expected them to be either. While he was a good fighter, and had yet to lose a match, his stunts had never been given an over amount of regard. They were here for his opponent. Megatronus. He had heard the name before. A rookie, moving his way quickly up the ladder, faster than anyone had done previous. He had yet to lose a match as well.
The holding gate shuddered open, and Soundwave stepped out into the light. His opponent had done the same. The crowd roared, their deafening cheer enough to give him greater vigour. He now knew why his opponent had come so far in such little time; Megatronus was huge, his build and height the very image of power. Yet, he mused, his size would also make him considerably slower.
As the bell sang for the match to begin, Soundwave lunged for the kill.
BEATEN
Cliffjumper dimly registered that being half-dragged by Vehicons wasn't an excellent fact. In a sluggish haze, he tried to shake them off, but found nothing would respond. Everything hurt. Without any other choice, he allowed them to continue to tow him along. The thought that he should have taken Arcee's call for backup vaguely crossed his mind, as he felt them release their hold, allowing his broken body to fail and smash his face against the floor below him.
In an attempt to gather his surroundings, Cliffjumper weakly propped himself up, the harsh light causing static at the edges of his vision. The Nemesis; wonderful, just what he needed. The last time he'd been in this scenario, he'd won, but as he looked up to see the Decepticon Second-in-Command's smug grin, he realized he'd been beaten.
FIERCE
The drones onboard the Nemesis learned quickly that the Insecticons were fierce and territorial creatures. They were, and acted, as a hive mind. If one was angry, the rest would soon follow. If one felt threatened, the others would defend against incoming possible threats. One wrong look and one of the bugs would send you hurtling through a wall. Some of the drones had already learned this the hard way.
Lately, more drones had been sent to the med bay from Insecticons than by Autobots. The Insecticons were brutish, hulking creatures, ones that weren't afraid to use their strength if Autobot or Decepticon alike, questioned their roles or usefulness.
Of course, none of this stopped the drones from whispering insults behind their backs.
AGE
In the last six months alone, Ratchet had noticed that the children had grown substantially. Rafael had already outgrown three pairs of shoes, while at the same time; he'd lost count of how many different pairs of pants Miko had outworn. Jack seemed to be the only one slowing down in terms of growth, and even then, he'd already noticed a slight change in his height during the past month.
Humans aged quite rapidly. They grew quickly, matured quickly, and died too quickly. Their life spans weren't even that of a fraction of a Cybertronian's. Ratchet knew it would only be a matter of time, a blink of an optic, before the kids would turn to dust.
Arena is set pre-war. Ah, the good old gladiatorial days.
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