Post by Marishal on Mar 23, 2010 17:30:35 GMT -5
This segment was co-authored with PiegirlUSA of DA.
“I called Clawdova before we entered the building,” Peter growled in frustration. “DAMNIT I hope she gets here soon.”
Peter, a Starfleet officer, was crouched behind a stack of barrels and crates alongside two men who didn’t belong in this time zone any more than he did. The year was 1978, and all of them were out of their temporal district and hiding from the same enemy. Although Peter figured that his more… well, futuristic knowledge gave him a definite advantage. He knew more about advanced science and technology than men from the era of World War 2 did.
“We just need to keep hiding here until Clawdova gets here,” Peter whispered. “She’s… a robot animal. I don’t think you’ve met her, but she’s a friendly version of the Decepticons you’ve seen around here. Don’t be alarmed when you see her.”
One of the men, Carter, looked unconvinced. He, along with Le Beau, had just discovered that there was an advanced species of alien robots and now they were stuck in some other, unfamiliar time. All of these "transformers" the two met were much more threatening than Hochstetter with a headache.
"Sure, will this 'Clan-dowah' give us a head start at running?!" Carter sputtered. Next to him, Le Beau nervously adjusted his scarlet scarf.
"As far as I know," the little Frenchman said, "the cooler sounds better than this!"
Peter held up a hand, attempting to shush them. “Keep your voices down, the Decepticons have acute hearing and they might spot us at any time. I think Laserbeak is out there somewhere, roaming the halls.”
The Starfleet officer sighed, then continued softly. “I’m hoping that Spock has managed to access their central computer in the basement. We need to know the details of their plans.” Then again, who was he kidding? These men were from another time, another place, another kind of LIFE. And they needed to be returned as soon as possible to their own time.
There was definitely something very, very strange going on. Somehow, for some reason, it seemed that a lot of different people from different time zones—even from other universes or other realities—had been randomly sucked into this very year; the year 1978. And the Starfleet personnel were trying to figure out how and why it happened. Although they were beginning to formulate theories… the best speculation so far was that it was alien interference, or perhaps it could be blamed on some kind of temporal/spatial anomaly.
Or maybe Trelane, or someone far more powerful, was playing some kind of joke on everyone. Peter shuddered at the thought.
"Hey," Carter whispered, "you hear that?"
Peter was instantly alert. Indeed, metallic footsteps were approaching. He tensed and held his phaser at the ready, just in case it was a foe.
However he quickly breathed a sigh of relief when it turned out to be Clawdova. Her shining silvery frame, along with her bright, blue optics were definitely a welcome sight.
“Clawdova,” he greeted softly, stepping out from behind the storage crates, “good to see you. What the hell took you so long though?”
She made a hissing sound, accompanied with a few other guttural noises, and a kicking gesture of her feet.
Peter’s eyes went wide. “Tasha?! Is she okay?”
Clawdova nodded, making a few more sounds.
“I see… well good thing a doctor is with her, at least,” Peter acknowledged with a sigh. “I hate the idea of leaving her with a doctor from THIS time, but… so long as he’s competent I think she’ll be okay.” He frowned. “I hope.”
"Um..." started Carter and Le Beau. They were completely fazed by Clawdova's foreign tongue, and now...what were they going to do now? This was something the POW were not used to. Back in Stalag 13, they ALWAYS knew what to do in sticky situations.
But this wasn't Stalag 13 anymore.
"So, where do we go? Didn't you say something about a computer?" Le Beau asked.
Peter sighed. “No time… look, I think we should just try and get out of here. No,” he added as an afterthought, “I need to see if Spock has gotten the information—I need to see if he’s injured or if he got out okay.”
He looked directly at the two men. “Listen to me carefully,” he said. “I know all of this is very strange, and outside of what you’re used to. But… I need you to trust me on this. Go with Clawdova, she’ll keep you safe.” Peter then looked at the robot-raptor, who stood about nine feet tall. “Clawdova,” he told her softly, “please keep them safe, okay girl?” He patted her on the snout, and she grunted with a little nod of her head.
Looking at each other uncertainly, and then turning to face Peter, the two nodded hesitantly. It wasn't like that they had much of a choice anyway.
Peter saluted both men, knowing they would probably appreciate the gesture. “See you outside… I hope.” With that, he checked his phaser, and then was gone.
Clawdova watched the Starfleet officer go, then turned her head to regard the two men before her. She growled at them softly, then inclined her head.
"Heh...hi," Carter said meekly, attempting to smile and wave his hand, the other in his pocket. Le Beau messed with his beret a little.
Had these been normal circumstances, Clawdova might have enjoyed toying with them just a little, merely for the fun of it. She could tell they were uneasy about this situation and nervous around her. If she snapped her jaws or snarled at them, it would probably send them running like scared deer.
However, she knew that this was NOT the time for fun and games. She had a duty to protect them and to lead them to safety, and she had every intention of doing just that. So she simply turned on her heel and, gesturing for them to follow, moved slowly out the door.
Carter and Le Beau cautiously followed behind Clawdova. Although she was a bit like their guardian now, they kept their eyes and ears open to any sight or sound of a Decepticon.
They walked down a corridor without incident, but once they reached the end of it Clawdova stopped dead in her tracks. She took a step backward, swinging her tail back and fourth in agitation. Then she hissed. It was a shrill, ear-piercing noise. She seemed to be listening to something.
At first the men were scared, taking a few staggering steps back from the raptor. Le Beau was the first to say something.
"What is it girl? Are more of those robots coming?!"
"Oh please, don't let it be robots," Carter practically whined.
Clawdova spared a glance over her shoulder toward them, making a low hiss that sounded remarkably similar to a “shhh” sound. Then she turned her attention back to the door in front of her.
Then slowly she inched forward… and in a swift, violent movement, she kicked the door open.
There were only rats. The vermin shrieked in fright, then scattered and vanished into an air vent.
Clawdova’s stiff stance relaxed in relief, although she was still alert.
"Bleh, nasty little vermin!" Le beau spat as rats ran past his feet.
Carter was hopping around, trying not to get touched by any of the filthy rodents. "Gah, I don't want rabies!" he yelped.
The Autobot raptor glanced in their direction briefly. She snorted, unimpressed. Then, head held high, she proceeded forward through to the next room. She then stamped her foot on one lingering vermin as she passed by it, causing a sickening sound of crunching bone. It was difficult to tell whether it was done intentionally or not, especially since she did not even look down.
"Ew..." Carter muttered. He was then pushed by Le Beau, telling him to get a move on. As they did, they watched Clawdova proudly walk out into the corridor.
"Hey, um, do you...know when we'll get outta here?" Carter hesitantly asked.
Clawdova kept on moving, although she did make a reply. However, her reply was in her usual snarls and growls.
"Oh goodie, just in time for dinner!" Le Beau added sarcastically as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. All of what was happening was making the short man agitated.
Finally they came to the end of their current corridor, which lead to a door. Clawdova opened it with one of her clawed hands, and thankfully they saw not another room, but plain daylight outside. She grunted in approval, stepping outside into the fresh air.
“I called Clawdova before we entered the building,” Peter growled in frustration. “DAMNIT I hope she gets here soon.”
Peter, a Starfleet officer, was crouched behind a stack of barrels and crates alongside two men who didn’t belong in this time zone any more than he did. The year was 1978, and all of them were out of their temporal district and hiding from the same enemy. Although Peter figured that his more… well, futuristic knowledge gave him a definite advantage. He knew more about advanced science and technology than men from the era of World War 2 did.
“We just need to keep hiding here until Clawdova gets here,” Peter whispered. “She’s… a robot animal. I don’t think you’ve met her, but she’s a friendly version of the Decepticons you’ve seen around here. Don’t be alarmed when you see her.”
One of the men, Carter, looked unconvinced. He, along with Le Beau, had just discovered that there was an advanced species of alien robots and now they were stuck in some other, unfamiliar time. All of these "transformers" the two met were much more threatening than Hochstetter with a headache.
"Sure, will this 'Clan-dowah' give us a head start at running?!" Carter sputtered. Next to him, Le Beau nervously adjusted his scarlet scarf.
"As far as I know," the little Frenchman said, "the cooler sounds better than this!"
Peter held up a hand, attempting to shush them. “Keep your voices down, the Decepticons have acute hearing and they might spot us at any time. I think Laserbeak is out there somewhere, roaming the halls.”
The Starfleet officer sighed, then continued softly. “I’m hoping that Spock has managed to access their central computer in the basement. We need to know the details of their plans.” Then again, who was he kidding? These men were from another time, another place, another kind of LIFE. And they needed to be returned as soon as possible to their own time.
There was definitely something very, very strange going on. Somehow, for some reason, it seemed that a lot of different people from different time zones—even from other universes or other realities—had been randomly sucked into this very year; the year 1978. And the Starfleet personnel were trying to figure out how and why it happened. Although they were beginning to formulate theories… the best speculation so far was that it was alien interference, or perhaps it could be blamed on some kind of temporal/spatial anomaly.
Or maybe Trelane, or someone far more powerful, was playing some kind of joke on everyone. Peter shuddered at the thought.
"Hey," Carter whispered, "you hear that?"
Peter was instantly alert. Indeed, metallic footsteps were approaching. He tensed and held his phaser at the ready, just in case it was a foe.
However he quickly breathed a sigh of relief when it turned out to be Clawdova. Her shining silvery frame, along with her bright, blue optics were definitely a welcome sight.
“Clawdova,” he greeted softly, stepping out from behind the storage crates, “good to see you. What the hell took you so long though?”
She made a hissing sound, accompanied with a few other guttural noises, and a kicking gesture of her feet.
Peter’s eyes went wide. “Tasha?! Is she okay?”
Clawdova nodded, making a few more sounds.
“I see… well good thing a doctor is with her, at least,” Peter acknowledged with a sigh. “I hate the idea of leaving her with a doctor from THIS time, but… so long as he’s competent I think she’ll be okay.” He frowned. “I hope.”
"Um..." started Carter and Le Beau. They were completely fazed by Clawdova's foreign tongue, and now...what were they going to do now? This was something the POW were not used to. Back in Stalag 13, they ALWAYS knew what to do in sticky situations.
But this wasn't Stalag 13 anymore.
"So, where do we go? Didn't you say something about a computer?" Le Beau asked.
Peter sighed. “No time… look, I think we should just try and get out of here. No,” he added as an afterthought, “I need to see if Spock has gotten the information—I need to see if he’s injured or if he got out okay.”
He looked directly at the two men. “Listen to me carefully,” he said. “I know all of this is very strange, and outside of what you’re used to. But… I need you to trust me on this. Go with Clawdova, she’ll keep you safe.” Peter then looked at the robot-raptor, who stood about nine feet tall. “Clawdova,” he told her softly, “please keep them safe, okay girl?” He patted her on the snout, and she grunted with a little nod of her head.
Looking at each other uncertainly, and then turning to face Peter, the two nodded hesitantly. It wasn't like that they had much of a choice anyway.
Peter saluted both men, knowing they would probably appreciate the gesture. “See you outside… I hope.” With that, he checked his phaser, and then was gone.
Clawdova watched the Starfleet officer go, then turned her head to regard the two men before her. She growled at them softly, then inclined her head.
"Heh...hi," Carter said meekly, attempting to smile and wave his hand, the other in his pocket. Le Beau messed with his beret a little.
Had these been normal circumstances, Clawdova might have enjoyed toying with them just a little, merely for the fun of it. She could tell they were uneasy about this situation and nervous around her. If she snapped her jaws or snarled at them, it would probably send them running like scared deer.
However, she knew that this was NOT the time for fun and games. She had a duty to protect them and to lead them to safety, and she had every intention of doing just that. So she simply turned on her heel and, gesturing for them to follow, moved slowly out the door.
Carter and Le Beau cautiously followed behind Clawdova. Although she was a bit like their guardian now, they kept their eyes and ears open to any sight or sound of a Decepticon.
They walked down a corridor without incident, but once they reached the end of it Clawdova stopped dead in her tracks. She took a step backward, swinging her tail back and fourth in agitation. Then she hissed. It was a shrill, ear-piercing noise. She seemed to be listening to something.
At first the men were scared, taking a few staggering steps back from the raptor. Le Beau was the first to say something.
"What is it girl? Are more of those robots coming?!"
"Oh please, don't let it be robots," Carter practically whined.
Clawdova spared a glance over her shoulder toward them, making a low hiss that sounded remarkably similar to a “shhh” sound. Then she turned her attention back to the door in front of her.
Then slowly she inched forward… and in a swift, violent movement, she kicked the door open.
There were only rats. The vermin shrieked in fright, then scattered and vanished into an air vent.
Clawdova’s stiff stance relaxed in relief, although she was still alert.
"Bleh, nasty little vermin!" Le beau spat as rats ran past his feet.
Carter was hopping around, trying not to get touched by any of the filthy rodents. "Gah, I don't want rabies!" he yelped.
The Autobot raptor glanced in their direction briefly. She snorted, unimpressed. Then, head held high, she proceeded forward through to the next room. She then stamped her foot on one lingering vermin as she passed by it, causing a sickening sound of crunching bone. It was difficult to tell whether it was done intentionally or not, especially since she did not even look down.
"Ew..." Carter muttered. He was then pushed by Le Beau, telling him to get a move on. As they did, they watched Clawdova proudly walk out into the corridor.
"Hey, um, do you...know when we'll get outta here?" Carter hesitantly asked.
Clawdova kept on moving, although she did make a reply. However, her reply was in her usual snarls and growls.
"Oh goodie, just in time for dinner!" Le Beau added sarcastically as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. All of what was happening was making the short man agitated.
Finally they came to the end of their current corridor, which lead to a door. Clawdova opened it with one of her clawed hands, and thankfully they saw not another room, but plain daylight outside. She grunted in approval, stepping outside into the fresh air.