Title: The Echo
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers
Timeframe: Unknown, though this is canon because I write canon more than AU
Character: Thunderblast
Universe: Cybertron
Summary: Thunderblast gets a moment alone.
Notes: I had not been able to watch Cybertron since WB took it off air, but I'm doing this fic out of CobaltCat's request. I watched several episodes of the show on Fox yesterday, but found that they were missing a few. Well, that didn't stop me and I don't think I missed any major Thundy moments.
There were only darkness and echoes in Thunderblast's head, and that she did not like. She preferred the fast and furious intensity of the battlefields and oceans, like any boat that was decked with four cruel but beautiful missiles. She liked being the strong girl, living for herself.
She heard another echo and sighed. Those sounds were so weak, so unsuited for Thunderblast. All they had in common were delicate beauty, nothing more. She hated being alone, underwater, and forced to listen to the radar, but what else could she do? Decepticon boats generally did not float well, especially after taking two major hits.
There was another empty echo, another boring wave that spoke of the blandness of underwater cruising. Her thoughts then wandered back to the mech whose image would not leave her head alone. She had not displeased him, had she?
The boat's radar emitted yet another pulse. Thunderblast sighed, for the stupid, annoying echo was beginning to rive her insane. If only she could break to the surface. If only her systems were not damaged. Once again, she saw the face.
"Get out, get out, get out!" She shrieked her high-pitched shriek, but was answered with nothing but monotonous silence in the watery depths.
Another empty pulse registered in the boat's systems---another weak, meaningless echo. Weak. Meaningless. Was that what she had become, half-wrecked because of a mere skirmish and unable to impress her mech? No, never. The femme shook her head. She was a Decepticon and she will snatch whatever she desired, be it for herself or to prove her worth to her significant other.
The radar's echoed resonated through her systems again, registering nothing but a few boats on the distant surface. Maybe it wasn't her that was pointless. Maybe it was just her pursuit of love. No, that could not be, could it? There was no time to wonder, especially with entertainment awaiting the femme on the surface.
With a surge of power and speed, the boat broke through the ocean's surface into the noon's searing sunlight. As the last droplets of salty seawater disintegrated against Thunderblast's titanium-armored hull, she accelerated toward the largest human vessel in sight and mounted her missiles. It was tie for some fun in the sun. She was a strong albeit delicate beauty and the waters beneath her were for retreating into when odds turned against her; they were not good enough to keep her. The satisfying, deafening roar of engines completely obliterated the empty, soft echoes detected on radar.