[challenge] Backstory Challenge

[ajremix]

So it's JUST slow enough for me to put this up. It'll be the first of my (hopefully) monthly 24-hour challenges. If I can recall to do this on a monthly basis it'll be (idealy) on the first or within the first week of the month.

So this month's challenge is going to be backstory. Pick a character- whatever character you know (or think) I'm familiar with and I'll write a short drabble depicting their past however I see it. Because I probably won't be able to get to these as quickly as my previous challenges, you're free to pick three characters at a time. After I've finished all three of your challenges, you may pick another three. If someone else has picked a character you wanted to see a story of, you can still ask for them and I'll just do a different scene.

CHALLENGE IS NOW CLOSED BECAUSE GOOD GOD I HAVE SO MANY PROMPTS I SHOULD'VE THOUGHT THIS THROUGH MORE^^;;

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Mirage

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

He didn't belong here and he knew it. They all knew it but there wasn't much a choice for him, was there? Him or anyone. They had all lost something in this war and then, eventually, they all lost everything.

Their cities, their loved ones, their entire planet and still they fought on and Mirage wondered if anyone even knew why.

They've all lost everything and yet, somehow, Mirage felt like he'd lost more than anyone else. Here in the Autobots, who he was didn't matter. All his wealth, his history, where and who created him meant nothing. The businesses he ran, his annual charity donation toward the lower class, those politicians and corporate owners he entertained, the size of his living quarters in the largest, most stunning spire of Iacon- it meant nothing.

He had nothing. No social standing, no status, no finances, no friends or family or data. So many had lost everything but none had fallen so far as Mirage had and none of them understood how out of his depths he was. There was nothing familiar to anchor him now-

A turbo-fox sped across his path and Mirage stared at it, too shocked to even draw his hunting blaster to tag it. And then it vanished before his optics.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" Mirage looked up to see a green mech smiling apologetically at him, waving his hands. He recalled seeing this mech around, showing off his skills with the holoprojector mounted on his shoulder. "I didn't mean to startle you."

The other mechs around him didn't seem too bothered by anything and Mirage looked back at the deck at where the turbo-fox had vanished. For the briefest moment he'd seen a piece of his old life again and that made him feel more alone then ever.

He looked back up at the mech and asked, "Please, could you do that again?"

Re: Mirage

[naturebot.livejournal.com]

Hound looked startled at the request. He'd heard about this one: cool, aloof, some even said he was a snob. Hound, though, saw something else. He approached the mech and gave him a wary smile.

"You want to see the foxes again? Sure." A pack of foxes appeared out of nowhere, tumbling, growling and snapping playfully at each other, oblivious to the two watching them.

Hound wasn't sure what the other mech was thinking. Mirage's face was blank as he followed the images with his optics. He stood next to the aristocrat and wondered when Cybertron had grown so empty that mere images of gossamer light could be comforting.

<3

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

I don't know if I want melt on Hound or hug poor Mirage...