You're My Favorite Mistake
Okay, I hold no rights over any of the Beast Warriors, or the song at the end.I have absolutely no idea who sings it.but they own it!. If I forgot someone, sorry.
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He lifted his sword high, only to bring it swiftly down. Stopping only inches from the floor. Refusing to allow his mind to think of anything but training. He knew that his feelings were misplaced. That a warrior should not want a consort. Because to allow your emotions to override your instincts was to invite failure. And in a battle, one had to remain neutral. It would never do to have your enemy find a weakness.
Dinobot growled. He had just spent the whole day trying *not* to think of her. And it was shattered with a mere stray thought. But, he could not help but miss her. She spent all her time with the infernal tiger, never setting foot inside the base sometimes for weeks on end. But he refused to think of it any further. Refused to think of her skin, an indescribable color. A color of smoke on metal, of liquid mercury. Eyes, blacks of untold depths lit only by the shocking emerald green orbs. A beast mode of regal majestry. And a personality of a soft-spoken, steel willed warrior. A bot who practices modesty with a light, whimsical humor. And a smile, oh yes, the very smile that attracted my interests. A charming, innocent smile that belied her darker intelligence.
Dinobot shook his head with a start, not quite sure how long he had been lost in memory. With a snarl he threw his sword, watching impassively as it speared his training heavy bag. The sudden voice of Primal startled him. He turned and looked at him on the computer screen.
"Dinobot, please report for recon."
With a curt nod, Dinobot left. As he reached the control room, he saw the C.R door closing on a damaged Airazor. Alarmed, but quickly recovering, he questioned the others.
"What happened?"
Optimus shook his head, "Inferno and Quickstrike. They were protecting a jamming station on our grounds. I need you to go and scout the area and - hey Dinobot, wait!"
Ignoring his commanding officers protest, the Maximal raptor checked his radar before running off. Those insolent little insects will be punished. His mind thought continually, in a calm, repetitious cycle.
When he had reached the jamming station, he transformed, weapons drawn. And lost himself in the fight, small and quick as it was. For every feather that could have been harmed, he returned the favor three- fold. Until, finally, all that surrounded him were pieces of the mechs and bits from the ruined tower. Moving quickly he retrieved his shield from the ground, and his sword that was protruding from Quickstrikes head. Looking comically like the sword in the stone.
He returned to the Axalon, battle weary, but not deeply injured. Glancing at the chamber where Airazor slept, he turned to the only other bot there.
"She's not that damaged."
Rhinox told him, answering the unspoken question.
"I do not care. So long as she is repaired in time for battles." He snorted, turning and leaving the command room.
Frowning, Rhinox watched the warrior walk confidently back to his quarters. Knowing secretly what Dinobot thought no one else suspected. And instead of helping the Maximal understand the Predicon traitor, it made him only more of an enigma.
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I will give up everything before I separate myself from you.
If there's so much suffering, I've finally found a moments truth
I was all by myself for the longest time, so cold inside
And the hurt from the heartache would not subside
I felt I might die, until you saved my life . . . I'm so thankful I found you. . .
Okay, I hold no rights over any of the Beast Warriors, or the song at the end.I have absolutely no idea who sings it.but they own it!. If I forgot someone, sorry.
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He lifted his sword high, only to bring it swiftly down. Stopping only inches from the floor. Refusing to allow his mind to think of anything but training. He knew that his feelings were misplaced. That a warrior should not want a consort. Because to allow your emotions to override your instincts was to invite failure. And in a battle, one had to remain neutral. It would never do to have your enemy find a weakness.
Dinobot growled. He had just spent the whole day trying *not* to think of her. And it was shattered with a mere stray thought. But, he could not help but miss her. She spent all her time with the infernal tiger, never setting foot inside the base sometimes for weeks on end. But he refused to think of it any further. Refused to think of her skin, an indescribable color. A color of smoke on metal, of liquid mercury. Eyes, blacks of untold depths lit only by the shocking emerald green orbs. A beast mode of regal majestry. And a personality of a soft-spoken, steel willed warrior. A bot who practices modesty with a light, whimsical humor. And a smile, oh yes, the very smile that attracted my interests. A charming, innocent smile that belied her darker intelligence.
Dinobot shook his head with a start, not quite sure how long he had been lost in memory. With a snarl he threw his sword, watching impassively as it speared his training heavy bag. The sudden voice of Primal startled him. He turned and looked at him on the computer screen.
"Dinobot, please report for recon."
With a curt nod, Dinobot left. As he reached the control room, he saw the C.R door closing on a damaged Airazor. Alarmed, but quickly recovering, he questioned the others.
"What happened?"
Optimus shook his head, "Inferno and Quickstrike. They were protecting a jamming station on our grounds. I need you to go and scout the area and - hey Dinobot, wait!"
Ignoring his commanding officers protest, the Maximal raptor checked his radar before running off. Those insolent little insects will be punished. His mind thought continually, in a calm, repetitious cycle.
When he had reached the jamming station, he transformed, weapons drawn. And lost himself in the fight, small and quick as it was. For every feather that could have been harmed, he returned the favor three- fold. Until, finally, all that surrounded him were pieces of the mechs and bits from the ruined tower. Moving quickly he retrieved his shield from the ground, and his sword that was protruding from Quickstrikes head. Looking comically like the sword in the stone.
He returned to the Axalon, battle weary, but not deeply injured. Glancing at the chamber where Airazor slept, he turned to the only other bot there.
"She's not that damaged."
Rhinox told him, answering the unspoken question.
"I do not care. So long as she is repaired in time for battles." He snorted, turning and leaving the command room.
Frowning, Rhinox watched the warrior walk confidently back to his quarters. Knowing secretly what Dinobot thought no one else suspected. And instead of helping the Maximal understand the Predicon traitor, it made him only more of an enigma.
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I will give up everything before I separate myself from you.
If there's so much suffering, I've finally found a moments truth
I was all by myself for the longest time, so cold inside
And the hurt from the heartache would not subside
I felt I might die, until you saved my life . . . I'm so thankful I found you. . .