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Don't wake up just yet, my hive. There's nothing here.

I know I'm supposed to run off and explore everything I can find, but when this planet's sun sets, it gets SO cold. So the first couple nights I came back into the cave to feel y'all's warmth and stop feeling like I was alone on this rock.

So if any of you are dreaming of meeting me, hold on. Don't go mad over a little bit of comfort. You'll KNOW when I find enough to feed us all.

None of the life forms here speak and in fact many of them flee as soon as I make any sound or steps.

This SUCKS. Judging by the energon I've found, there wouldn't even be enough to sustain TWO scouts, so I understand why only I came out of stasis. But it would be nice to have a companion!!!!!!!!! on this stupid barren planet!!!!!!!!!

Bloody hell, I can't wait to meet you all.


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My hive!!! I met someone new today.

I was trying to snap off a huge energon crystal that was about the size of my waist and shorter than my forearm, when this voice behind me calls ... no, demands, "you there. scavenger"

Ouch, I guess.

I turned round to look and he was just the skinniest thing you've ever seen, kin. Trying to make himself look bigger with his wings spread behind him, and grand gestures, and ordering me around like "hand over that energon"

This energon I travelled for days to find? The energon I thought I'd be able to sniff out from a distance, but since my eyes are constantly irritated by this planet's light, my system is working hard to reduce visual irritation and so all other senses are dulled, and I can barely smell anything? And I have to navigate by COLOURS, and there is nothing BUT a constant dance of colours everywhere I go?

These trials, and I'm just supposed to hand over all my stuff?

I gave him half, my hive.

I took the thinner stick of energon I'd got earlier and had tucked under my arm. I snapped it in two and held out half to him.

He scoffed. SCOFFED. and was like "do you think we are equals?" and his whole body was shaking, probably with rage, maybe with hunger? I was thinking hunger, with the way his optics lit up at the sight of the energon.

Yes I bloody well think we are equals, despite your borderline hostility.

Which quickly became actual hostility.

He lashed out with these long claws then, which irritated me a bit, so I gave him a shove in return. A small shove, but he fell back on his butt and squealed??? Like, are you the boss, dude, or are you just pretending to be the boss. How about no one is the boss and we all work to earn our keep.

While he was on the floor I made sure to stand over him until the message was delivered. If he wants a battle of strength, he's already failed. Yelling and pretending to attack. Noise doesn't equal strength.

He got the message, because he was barking things at me but also staying completely still. And by still I mean he didn't move forwards or backwards. Dude was shaking like crazy, but basically yielded.

I stared him right in the optics and then I kept staring as I slowly crouched to the ground and left his half on the floor in front of him.

"Half." I said again and then backed off.

And went on my way.

NEXT

Busy now but I'm gonna check out this writing prompt challenge later. What's most interesting to me is you can only use 1 set of characters for each of the 40 prompts so i might actually get around to writing for some characters i don't normally think about ..... O:

0824
Ella's only requirement for dating was that the two of them shared the same taste in music. She'd have liked to say that looks weren't important, but her first boyfriend just so happened to be really good looking. Luckyyy!

0829
She wanted her fifteenth birthday to be a quiet one, because in her mind fifteen wasn't a special number. She was saving all the demands and excitement for next year's Sweet Sixteen.

0830
*Just dad, mum, sister and boyfriend

CORRECTED PARAGRAPH READS AS FOLLOWS:

She wanted her fifteenth birthday to be a quiet one, just dad, mum, sister and boyfriend, because in her mind fifteen wasn't a special number. She was saving all the demands and excitement for next year's Sweet Sixteen.

0833
"It's the special edition greatest hits album from that band you love!" said mum and dad in unison, hoping they'd got the right one. Ella did always manage to find a new band to be obsessed with every month and her parents were metaphorically sprinting to try to keep up with her.

0908
*Having been sent to the headmaster's office for showing up to school with her hair dyed blood red, after a brief argument about whether hair itself is disruptive to learning, Ella decided to snatch a pair of scissors from the pot of pens on the desk and chop off all her hair.

0908
*Problem solved.

0923
"I hope I got the right one," said the boyfriend, sweating a little.

"I'm sure I'll love it, whatever it is, because it came from you!" smiled Ella.

"I don't think I can get it out of the car..." muttered the boyfriend.

"It's that big?!"

0927
Ella linked arms with her boyfriend as they walked across the front garden to the driveway.

There, at seven in the evening, in the quiet cul-de-sac lit by the pleasant March sunset, the boyfriend opened the boot of his car.

0934
"It's the drummer from that band you love," the boyfriend said helpfully, as the two teens looked down at the full-grown man tied up in the boot of the car. His raging obscenities muffled. Kicking anywhere he could, even with his ankles bound.

Ella's parents called the police.

0938
The drummer sat shivering under a blanket in the back of the ambulance. The boyfriend already put in handcuffs and taken away.

Ella's parents trying to explain to their daughter why now was a bad time to be asking for an autograph.

0948
Newspaper headlines that read:

MISSING DRUMMER FOUND

ROCK STAR WELL ENOUGH TO ATTEND FAN EVENT: WAS KIDNAPPING A PUBLICITY STUNT?

MUSICIANS AROUND THE WEB APPLAUD DRUMMER'S BRAVERY

0952
Haters on all social media platforms criticising the man for not having enough personal security guards to even start a game of chess.

Ignoring the fact that he is a time travelling ROCK GOD.

0957
But this story is not about the drummer. Nor is it about the boyfriend. The boyfriend will certainly not be mentioned again. But the time travelling drummer? Who even knows. I don't, and I'm writing the story. Unpredictable bastards, those time travellers.

1002
Storby read the newspaper story about the drummer who was kidnapped and understood that it was a terrible situation, but he didn't have as much sympathy because the man wasn't a member of HIS favourite band.

1007
"Good for him for getting free, but Stuck Nowhere are better." Story muttered to himself as he discarded the newspaper.

The pile of newspapers on the seat next to him was too high to reach, so instead Story threw it behind him.

And someone was sitting behind him.

*Storby. stupid autocorrect.
I can't even edit my own tweets???
"Good for him for getting free, but Stuck Nowhere are better." Storby muttered to himself as he discarded the newspaper.

The pile of newspapers on the seat next to him was too high to reach, so instead Storby threw it behind him.

And someone was sitting behind him.


1014
"Excuse me," Ella started, standing up from her train seat and leaning forward to address the person who, until now, had just been the back of a head minding its own business.

"Did you just throw this newspaper at me, you- - -"

1019
But all fight in her dissolved when she saw that her opponent was a boy around her age with sandy, unruly hair, a nice face, and a band t-shirt.

A band t-shirt of the band she had seen in concert mere hours before.

Wondering if the way Kiwa speaks/writes/types had an eventual effect on how I speak/write/type. I do remember being so infatuated with them as a writer and as a person, but this post from 2008? Was it that I was influenced by these mannerisms, or was it that I was secretly like this and attracted to people who displayed those traits I thought I had to hide???

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Good day, and Good night