Thorax: Cavalry Drone

I Can't Believe You Fly

AN: Oh & MissPadaleckiStan? This is for Kong Island.

==TCD==

They raised him for war. Every day, since he hatched from an egg, it was war. A fight amongst his fellow changelings for the slightest drop of food. He often lost those fights. Fighting, hurting other people? It never sat right with Thorax. He let the fights go. At first. Then, as all do, he got hungry. Fighting came a lot easier when he was hungry.

The Hive taught him to fight. He wasn't taught to defend or protect, they made him hunt. The prey did not give up so easily. He needed to find his prey, to trick them, to devour everything about them until his stuffed belly complained. He wouldn't know his next meal- days, weeks, maybe even months. Overeating keeps you alive. Overfilling yourself- draining them so completely- kept the prey from fighting back.

Their food wasn't apples or grass, or the pretty little flowers that grow between cracks of pavement. Their food came from inside the prey, in their hearts. Love. To eat, meant stealing that love from someone. If no changeling ever tried, no changeling ever ate. The prey needed to be defeated, drained at your feet for success to count.

It's a lonely existence. Amongst his people, they held no love between them. It's a weakness. He did have a sister, a chosen sister that meant so much to Thorax. To the Hive, siblings were people that helped in the hunt. To Thorax, it meant Cicada was always by his side and always wanted to be.

But he got hungry. Cicada did too. They still hunted people- innocent people, people that thought they were with loved ones or genuinely finding love. Thorax tricked them over and over for his entire life. He hated it. There wasn't any other way. His sister needed to eat, and he needed to provide.

If the prey ever found out they'd been tricked, played, had, drained, the Hive gave only two options. Drain them so much they forget, or kill them. They made sure Thorax knew how to do it.

That's not the problem. Well it's a problem, but it's not the problem.

The problem is that Thorax was shit at it.

==TCD==

He swept another soldier to the ground. The American groaned. "Sorry, you okay?"

Another came at him from behind. Thorax found his fist flying up, smacking the soldier in his nose.

"My bad-"

Two more from different angles. The first made an impact with his elbow, taking a direct hit to the sternum. Thorax grabbed him before he stumbled, sending him straight into the second. The two men collided, full speed, before falling to the ground.

"Whoa!" Thorax straightened up. "That's on me. Did I hurt you?"

He knelt down to the guys, helping them up. One of them tried punching him again. His body moved again on instinct, dodging every attack. Thorax tackled the soldier, holding his arm behind his back and kneeling on his legs.

"I swear, I'm not trying to do that-"

A soldier grabbed his soldier. Thorax grabbed his arm, hurling the man over him.

Across the field, watching all of this, the other Howling Commandos exchanged looks.

"We sure he's one of them?" DumDum asked.

Bucky snorted. Thorax apologized again to the soldiers sparring with him. "Yep."

Gabe leaned forward, nodding at the display. "And he's not messin' with us?"

"Not on purpose." Bucky added.

Thorax got punched. He punched back in the stomach. He apologized for the attack. His sparring partners all collapsed to the floor. He stood amongst his 'carnage', turning to the Commandos. He gave a helpless shrug.