Horen Sie: Battlefield

There is a writing challenge where you put your music player of choice on random and write whatever is inspired by the music that comes on. I have several running files for that, all of them named Horen Sie. I'm not sure why I went with German I just did. Maybe one of these days I'll do all those stories auf Deutsch! But I've gathered together the tidbits that are related to one another in single posts because they do build upon one another. But often they are interspersed with other stories and are just about never written in the order they get put in later.

A Final Prayer 1 (Sleep Station)

It was another hot night in Kaon, but he wasn’t sure if it was because of the season or if it was due to the fact that it was being decimated by an uprising of Gladiators. All he could think of as he hid among the buildings was that he hadn’t messaged his bonded lately. She had always wanted to visit Kaon.

The Tarmac at Munich

He looked around, it had gotten quiet. Silent. A battle field should never be silent. Where was the enemy? Where were they hiding? He looked around frantically.

Nothing.

He saw many of his comrades, fallen, and began to wonder if they all had fallen. If he was the only one left... then maybe the enemy had left thinking victory. Maybe if he crept off the field slowly, he could escape.

“Found you little rabbit.”

Highwind Takes to the Skies

She loved the rush of her first time out in a new world, using a brand new alt mode. She loved the feeling of the wind rushing over her in strange new ways in this form, and the “radio” offered such an array of different sounds and informational bits that she was sure she might overload trying to emulate the other vehicles around her and process all the data flowing over the shortwave frequencies. It was heaven though, this caressing atmosphere, this abundance of data waiting to be analysed, the hope that maybe she might find things here, find things to bring order to her heavily disjointed world. And if not, she at least had these beautiful feelings, these beautiful sounds.

My Darling (Sleep Station)

He did not have much energy left to him, he could feel himself fading as the they drained his life from him. He sent out an encoded message into the heavens and hoped she would find it somehow.

....

She cried. After all these orns, thousands upon millions of vorns, he had sent her a message. She cried as she listened. She cried because its timestamp was almost the same announcing his capture. She cried because he sounded so hopeless. She cried because she realized there was nothing left to her. Everything she had been searching for had just been shattered and confirmed dead.

The Impossible Planet (Dr Who)

After watching beautiful Kaon be destroyed, they were aware that the time to beat the Decepticons to the punch line had long since passed. The Decepticons were gaining power quickly while the Autobots were losing it. They vowed to do what they had to in order to stop this fatal power shift, but they still wished that it had never come to this point. Friends had joined the Decepticons, once comrades had abandoned them, many had been killed as well. Now Kaon lay in ruin and they could only fear that Iacon or some other city would be next. It was a horrible but likely next step, to break apart the system the larger and more influential cities would need to go first.