The deep sea cephalopod-jelly "Cyanea nozakii Cthylla". While also rumored to be a mythological cryptid, this photo was taken in the deepest depths of Marianas Trench in an earlier 2022 expedition by an experimental AiUV (Autonomous intelligent underwater vehicle).

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Safety Technologies

For fandomweekly - placed 1st

Prompt: 202 - Catastrophe

Continuity: G1

Rating: General

Relationship: Megatron/Ratchet

Characters: Megatron & Ratchet Warnings: Swearing

Summary: In which Ratchet and Megatron take the Hyperjump on vacation.

Crossposting: AO3 | Event Dreamwidth | Main Dreamwidth Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

“We should have sold this useless thing for scrap,” Megatron said, his head under the floor paneling of the shuttle’s cockpit as he searched for the fault in the impulse drive’s circuitry. Presumably. Ratchet honestly had no idea what the big fool was actually looking for or what the problem was. It was just as likely that Megatron was searching around down there for some piece of hardware to be mad at. It would explain all of the banging noises as he slapped around seemingly aimlessly under the floor. “You still don’t really grasp the concept of sentimentality, do you?” Ratchet said, arms crossed as he stood nearby to “supervise” in case Megatron accidentally electrocuted himself for the umpteenth time. It had been easy enough to get Prime to grant him the Hyperjump as a part of the peace arrangement he had forced everyone into. With its now functional warp drive, the shuttle was also the perfect size to take for rare vacations with his partner. Neither of them were good at relaxing, but Soundwave had recently given them vouchers for a visit to resort world known for its geothermal hot springs. It was the perfect opportunity to dust the shuttle off. Though, Ratchet too was beginning to regret telling Megatron they would be keeping the Hyperjump all those years ago after the glitchy experimental shuttle had been their only place of refuge for many months in unknown space. At the time, he had thought it would be nice to have something to remember their weird ordeal by, but, now as they orbited their vacation destination with a dead impulse drive, he was reconsidering. “We warped all the way here,” Ratchet said, frowning at the floor where Megatron was wedging himself further into the maintenance crawlspace, “and now we can’t park.” It was just their luck. More banging echoed across the cramped cockpit, followed by a loud zapping noise. Megatron recoiled with a frustrated grunt, clearly having been the cause of the zap. “Could anything else possibly go wrong?” he growled, redoubling his efforts to do… something down there. “Do you need help?” “No, I can fix it!” Which is what Megatron said when the impulse drive wouldn’t start up after they came out of warp. The problem remained to be fixed. Another zap. He caught the acrid scent of smoke. The shuttle lurched downwards, Ratchet stumbling with it. Rolling across the cockpit’s floor, he could hear Megatron madly scrambling out of the crawlspace. The shuttle plummeted through the atmosphere; arms wrapped protectively around him as the planet’s gravity asserted itself. This way they would at least arrive at their destination, he thought bitterly, though almost certainly not in one piece. The cockpit heated up as the ablative heat protection panels on the hull were pushed past their limit. The warning alarms sounded, lights flashing. :: Imminent collision detected :: Ratchet turned off his optics and waited for impact. :: Warping to a safe distance in three… two… one… :: “Warp?” Suddenly the alarms stopped. The intense heat began to dissipate. Were they dead? :: Collision avoided. Orbital stability re-enabled. :: No, not dead. Ratchet onlined his optics and twisted in Megatron’s firm grasp to peer out of the viewport. They were in orbit above the resort world once more; the plumes of some of the massive geysers were visible from their vantage point. “I’m calling for a tow; they’ll fix the damn thing in port.” Megatron sighed in defeat, arms still wrapped tightly around Ratchet. “Agreed.”

Halfway there

The deep sea cephalopod-jelly "Cyanea nozakii Vampyropoda". While rumored to be a mythological cryptid, this photo was taken in the deepest depths of Marianas Trench in early 2023 by an experimental AiUV (Autonomous intelligent underwater vehicle).

@tarnishedxknight - continued from here

As Vossler stared steadily at her, Gylfie returned it in kind. Her gaze cold and unblinking. Her posture stiff and body placed firmly between him and Ashelia. Try something, she challenged silently, and lifted her chin. I will not hesitate to reveal your deceit. But, oh, how that was becoming more and more of a temptation the longer she spent around him in general. Yet... it mattered not how she felt about him or his involvement. About Ashelia or any of the others. It was a piece - a move to be made in a game he had gotten tangled in, and she knew best to hold it close to her chest. And if he was at all clever, he would recognize it, too.

She offered no thanks as he finally agreed to his unwanted task, and instead remained unwavering as he tried to look at Ashelia once more. Careful to keep herself positioned between them so her armor obscured his view. Careful not to give him any satisfaction over the Princess's discomfort. And, still, she remained silent even as he turned and went ahead of the group - her gaze ever watchful until he disappeared from sight. But the breath of relief from Ashelia was not lost on her, and for a moment, that alone gave her a brief moment of hesitation. A brief moment to question if it was worth holding one piece close, before she quickly shoved that thought aside.

If she were lucky, he would spare her the trouble and make the move for her.

Gylfie's gaze finally turned toward Ashelia as the Princess thanked her, and her hardened expression seemed to soften ever so slightly. A more worried glint in her cool gaze as she gave a dip of her head in response. Her attention turning back to the desert before them. "I thought you in need of a reprieve," she said quietly - keeping her voice low to avoid attention from the others. "His lack of boundaries was painful to watch." And unsettling, she thought, but held that to her tongue. Instead, she allowed for a pause, and glanced to Ashelia once more. Her brows creased as she studied her. "Are you alright?"

@tarnishedxknight (Ashelia) sent: “I’m sorry, Cygni, but I don’t trust him.” (maybe about Vayne?)

It... came as no surprise to hear such thing. Truly, it was no short of a miracle that Ashelia trusted her as much as she did, given everything her family and Empire had done to Dalmasca and her people, yet... Cygni could not ignore the sting in her heart. A part of her was tempted to argue for her eldest brother's case - to insist his ambition was not misplaced or misguided, and he meant well despite it all - but she...

Couldn't.

The words dried on her tongue, as much as she wished them free, and she turned her head away from Ashelia. Her heart clenched tight as she dropped her gaze. How much longer, she wondered, could she try to trick herself into believing Vayne was good? He was too ambitious. She had seen the glimmer of anger in his gaze when it was her announced to be engaged to the Princess and not him. She knew his interest in taking a seat of power in Dalmasca, and knew his sights set on becoming Emperor. But he was still her brother, and that was not something easily ignored. Not when he had cared for her when their father was busy and their mother had completely dismissed her. Not when he supported her in following her own heart and understood her lack of desire for the throne. He was good. He was. He was just...

"You- you need not apolo-apologize," she said finally - her voice quiet. "I... I- I cannot force you to- to feel otherwise. If- if you do not- not trust him, then I- I will respect that." Even if it hurt. Even if... she didn't want to believe Ashelia's lack of trust in him to have reason. "I- I will do what I- I can to keep- keep you from inter-interacting with him."

Pillows aren't enough, I need a man's chest to lay my sleepy little head on.