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mosaic_archiveIt had been months since his arrival on Junk. The ship he'd arrived in had been hidden under one of the many piles of miscellanea, and another rigged-together dwelling had joined the circle around the clearing.
"Going native" on Junk wasn't that difficult. The hardest part was learning to guess the television quotes they spoke in enough to carry on a conversation. And since the days, and most of the nights, were spent watching television, even that wasn't too difficult. 'Intermission' periods during random times were spent having strange conversations, playing pranks on each other, occasional food-fights, and sometimes a nap.
The Junkions were remarkably accepting... the small pack he stayed with had barely reacted when they'd first seen how quickly he recovered from injuries. Of course, they did have their own abilities where that was concerned.
There were six others in the clearing, altogether.
Dude, the mech he'd met when he'd first arrived, who usually quoted from movies containing a large amount of surfer slang.
Priest, who was sometimes even more difficult to understand than the other Junkions, often quoting things that were more than a bit philosophical.
Angelcake, a sarcastic femme who tended to carry a large axe everywhere.
Cowboy, who seemed to be involved in an on-again, off-again relationship with Angel, and who quoted mostly from action movies and westerns.
Poet, who had turned out not to be a true Junkion, but another Cybertronian in hiding... and who spoke in strange rhymes instead of the TV-speech the others used.
And the smallest of the bunch was the tiny green and brown femme. Barely five feet tall, with an unusual jumping ability and a habit of jokingly insisting on being kissed, she was known as Froggy.
After the first few months, he'd told them about Omicron. Although they were shocked, they hadn't been judgmental about that either... Angelcake had even made a few suggestions involving Maximals and her axe, and Poet's scowl at the mentions of what the Maximals were capable of said far more than his odd rhymes ever could.
The last string of movies had just ended, and X made his way over to the others to find they were discussing the Maximals again.
"Doctor, can you give the Court your impression of the Maximal Council?" Angelcake was asking Priest.
"I'm sorry, I don't do impressions, my training is in psychiatry."
"Well, every school has 'em," Cowboy commented. "See, you start a new school, you get your desks, some blackboards, and some mean kids."
"Help! Help! I'm being repressed! Come see the violence inherent in the system! Violence inherent in the system!" Froggy quipped, on her back with her hands up as though warding off a beating.
Though the topic was serious, even X couldn't help chuckling at Froggy's antics. "I expect there are a lot of cover-ups as well," he asked after a moment, cautiously... curious as to what else the Council might have done.
The various Junkions nodded. Cowboy mimicked sorting through a filing cabinet. "Let's see... proof that aliens exist... ah... where Hoffa's buried... Hmm. Another Pamela Lee video... where the rest of Hoffa's buried..."
"Why don't the Predacons fight back?"
"No one lives in the slums because they want to," Angelcake said.
"And nobody does anything?"
"You learn how to close your eyes and tell yourself that this just isn't happening to me," Dude replied.
"Fear accompanies the possibility of death. Calm shepherds its certainty," Angelcake said.
"Most people hide from their fears. We call them cowards, but they tend to outlive the brave," Priest added.
Cowboy nodded in agreement. "Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave."
"That's something I understand all too well..," X said, getting up and looking away from the others.
A second later something landed heavily on his shoulders... his attempts to dislodge whatever it was didn't work, as slowly an upside-down face lowered into his field of vision. It was Froggy, leaning over his head, with a concerned expression. He scowled at her.
"I just want you to know that I'm here for you," she said, ignoring the scowl. "And if you want a hug, I'd be happy to give you one."
X sat back down, trying not to snicker. How could any creature possibly be so... cute. "Could someone please get her off me?"
Dude removed Froggy from her perch in X's tank kibble. The little femme just grinned unrepentantly.
As soon as she was put down, Froggy sprinted over and flung herself across X's lap. She grinned up at him. "Give the frog a kiss."
Everyone, including X, laughed as he pushed her off his lap.
Priest looked upward. "Let us not leap to judgment, dear Lord. But, if it appeareth that my fellow police person haveth an unnatural affaire with her tank, forgive her. Amen."
In short, it was a wonderful life. He would have been content to stay there forever, and they would have probably let him. Especially Froggy...
How ironic that it all ended with her...
Legal stuff: All characters in this story are the trademarks and/or copyrights of their respective holders, except for those that aren't. Any resemblance to anyone who actually exists is coincidental (and pretty darn amazing), etc., etc. It's just a fanfic, guys.
JUNKION QUOTE LIST:
Angelcake and Priest: "Doctor, can you give the Court your impression of Mr. Striker?" "I'm sorry, I don't do impressions, my training is in psychiatry." Prosecuting Attorney, Dr. Stone, from Airplane2 (yes, the line is fudged a bit, but no more so than Junkions do every now and then)
Cowboy - "Well, every school has 'em. See, you start a new school, you get your desks, some blackboards, and some mean kids." 'Xander', Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Froggy - "Help! Help! I'm being repressed! Come see the violence inherent in the system! Violence inherent in the system!" Dennis, Monty Python
Cowboy - "Let's see... proof that aliens exist... ah... where Hoffa's buried... Hmm. Another Pamela Lee video... where the rest of Hoffa's buried..." Michael Wiseman, Now and Again
Angelcake - "No one lives in the slums because they want to." - Cloud Strife, FF7
Dude - "You learn how to close your eyes and tell yourself that this just isn't happening to me." Tick, the Tick
Angelcake - "Fear accompanies the possibility of death. Calm shepherds its certainty." - General Ka D'Argo, Farscape
Priest - "Most people hide from their fears. We call them cowards, but they tend to outlive the brave." Julian Priest, The Hunger
Cowboy - "Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave." - Roy Batty, Bladerunner
Froggy - "I just want you to know that I'm here for you. And if you want a hug, I'd be happy to give you one." Kellerman, Homicide: Life on the Street
Froggy - "Give the frog a kiss." Professor Sharp, BIONIC 6
Priest - "Let us not leap to judgment, dear Lord. But, if it appeareth that my fellow police person haveth an unnatural affaire with her tank, forgive her. Amen." Chaplain, Dominion: Tank Police IV
"Going native" on Junk wasn't that difficult. The hardest part was learning to guess the television quotes they spoke in enough to carry on a conversation. And since the days, and most of the nights, were spent watching television, even that wasn't too difficult. 'Intermission' periods during random times were spent having strange conversations, playing pranks on each other, occasional food-fights, and sometimes a nap.
The Junkions were remarkably accepting... the small pack he stayed with had barely reacted when they'd first seen how quickly he recovered from injuries. Of course, they did have their own abilities where that was concerned.
There were six others in the clearing, altogether.
Dude, the mech he'd met when he'd first arrived, who usually quoted from movies containing a large amount of surfer slang.
Priest, who was sometimes even more difficult to understand than the other Junkions, often quoting things that were more than a bit philosophical.
Angelcake, a sarcastic femme who tended to carry a large axe everywhere.
Cowboy, who seemed to be involved in an on-again, off-again relationship with Angel, and who quoted mostly from action movies and westerns.
Poet, who had turned out not to be a true Junkion, but another Cybertronian in hiding... and who spoke in strange rhymes instead of the TV-speech the others used.
And the smallest of the bunch was the tiny green and brown femme. Barely five feet tall, with an unusual jumping ability and a habit of jokingly insisting on being kissed, she was known as Froggy.
After the first few months, he'd told them about Omicron. Although they were shocked, they hadn't been judgmental about that either... Angelcake had even made a few suggestions involving Maximals and her axe, and Poet's scowl at the mentions of what the Maximals were capable of said far more than his odd rhymes ever could.
The last string of movies had just ended, and X made his way over to the others to find they were discussing the Maximals again.
"Doctor, can you give the Court your impression of the Maximal Council?" Angelcake was asking Priest.
"I'm sorry, I don't do impressions, my training is in psychiatry."
"Well, every school has 'em," Cowboy commented. "See, you start a new school, you get your desks, some blackboards, and some mean kids."
"Help! Help! I'm being repressed! Come see the violence inherent in the system! Violence inherent in the system!" Froggy quipped, on her back with her hands up as though warding off a beating.
Though the topic was serious, even X couldn't help chuckling at Froggy's antics. "I expect there are a lot of cover-ups as well," he asked after a moment, cautiously... curious as to what else the Council might have done.
The various Junkions nodded. Cowboy mimicked sorting through a filing cabinet. "Let's see... proof that aliens exist... ah... where Hoffa's buried... Hmm. Another Pamela Lee video... where the rest of Hoffa's buried..."
"Why don't the Predacons fight back?"
"No one lives in the slums because they want to," Angelcake said.
"And nobody does anything?"
"You learn how to close your eyes and tell yourself that this just isn't happening to me," Dude replied.
"Fear accompanies the possibility of death. Calm shepherds its certainty," Angelcake said.
"Most people hide from their fears. We call them cowards, but they tend to outlive the brave," Priest added.
Cowboy nodded in agreement. "Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave."
"That's something I understand all too well..," X said, getting up and looking away from the others.
A second later something landed heavily on his shoulders... his attempts to dislodge whatever it was didn't work, as slowly an upside-down face lowered into his field of vision. It was Froggy, leaning over his head, with a concerned expression. He scowled at her.
"I just want you to know that I'm here for you," she said, ignoring the scowl. "And if you want a hug, I'd be happy to give you one."
X sat back down, trying not to snicker. How could any creature possibly be so... cute. "Could someone please get her off me?"
Dude removed Froggy from her perch in X's tank kibble. The little femme just grinned unrepentantly.
As soon as she was put down, Froggy sprinted over and flung herself across X's lap. She grinned up at him. "Give the frog a kiss."
Everyone, including X, laughed as he pushed her off his lap.
Priest looked upward. "Let us not leap to judgment, dear Lord. But, if it appeareth that my fellow police person haveth an unnatural affaire with her tank, forgive her. Amen."
In short, it was a wonderful life. He would have been content to stay there forever, and they would have probably let him. Especially Froggy...
How ironic that it all ended with her...
Legal stuff: All characters in this story are the trademarks and/or copyrights of their respective holders, except for those that aren't. Any resemblance to anyone who actually exists is coincidental (and pretty darn amazing), etc., etc. It's just a fanfic, guys.
JUNKION QUOTE LIST:
Angelcake and Priest: "Doctor, can you give the Court your impression of Mr. Striker?" "I'm sorry, I don't do impressions, my training is in psychiatry." Prosecuting Attorney, Dr. Stone, from Airplane2 (yes, the line is fudged a bit, but no more so than Junkions do every now and then)
Cowboy - "Well, every school has 'em. See, you start a new school, you get your desks, some blackboards, and some mean kids." 'Xander', Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Froggy - "Help! Help! I'm being repressed! Come see the violence inherent in the system! Violence inherent in the system!" Dennis, Monty Python
Cowboy - "Let's see... proof that aliens exist... ah... where Hoffa's buried... Hmm. Another Pamela Lee video... where the rest of Hoffa's buried..." Michael Wiseman, Now and Again
Angelcake - "No one lives in the slums because they want to." - Cloud Strife, FF7
Dude - "You learn how to close your eyes and tell yourself that this just isn't happening to me." Tick, the Tick
Angelcake - "Fear accompanies the possibility of death. Calm shepherds its certainty." - General Ka D'Argo, Farscape
Priest - "Most people hide from their fears. We call them cowards, but they tend to outlive the brave." Julian Priest, The Hunger
Cowboy - "Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave." - Roy Batty, Bladerunner
Froggy - "I just want you to know that I'm here for you. And if you want a hug, I'd be happy to give you one." Kellerman, Homicide: Life on the Street
Froggy - "Give the frog a kiss." Professor Sharp, BIONIC 6
Priest - "Let us not leap to judgment, dear Lord. But, if it appeareth that my fellow police person haveth an unnatural affaire with her tank, forgive her. Amen." Chaplain, Dominion: Tank Police IV