Third Time's A Charm by rumblebee25
posted on DA 6-26-08
They said third time's a charm and Megatron agreed. Dinobot's transmetal clone was everything a future ruler of Cybertron could hope for and without that annoying sense of honor. This new and improved version had strength, power, the same ruggedly handsome features…er, not that good looks, sharp teeth or a raspy hiss was a high priority. Nooo, perish the thought.
This beautiful creation was the first true soldier of a veritable army...that wasn't an insects. Always with the insects. With their scuttling and buzzing about the base, it did drive a leader a little mad after while. However, in his zealto replicate the raptor, the Predacon leader overlooked over one tiny aspect, one bad habit that the original Dinobot was infamous for.
"You reek!" Tarantulas shrieked, waving an arm in front of his mandibles. The spider wasn't known for hygiene either and even he was repelled. Likewise, the other Predacons were far on the other side of the control center, taking refugefrom the malodorous reptile.
"Whadya do? Kill somethin' and roll in it?" Quickstrike asked.
"Yes," the transmetal said, as if this was perfectly normal behavior. Wait, for him it probably was.
Megatron shuddered and put his hand over his face, ashamed that the clone was a fellow saurian. Was the raptor attractive? Oh yesss. Civilized? No. Courteous and loyal towards his natural lord and master? Yes, indeed. Not even the original could claim that. If only the raptor didn't reek. The Predacon leader almost sighed in a dramatic and put upon fashion but stopped before he was assaulted by the smell of fresh kill.
"Dinobot, may I have word with you...outside?" he ordered.
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The raptor was still young and impressionable. There was a chance that he could learn habits that the previous Dinobot chose to ignore. Like table manners for instance. Maybe that was asking too much; bathing was more than enough. The Predacon leader took a deep breath (now that he was in the fresh air) and turned to face his creation.
"I'm only going to say this once," Megatron said. Dinobot perked up, his audio receptors on high alert and he was eager for the sound of his master's voice.
"Yes, Lord Megatron?" the raptor asked, head up and shoulders back. There was no groveling or slavering obedience or even a snide expression on his face. And not a hint of boot kissing in his stance, just genuine interest. Megatron turned away as a sudden rise in his own core temperature made him blush. Coyly, he looked over his shoulder at Dinobot.
"Did I ever tell you about my plans for universal domination?" he asked softly, his fingers pressing together in a steeple.
"Yes, but tell me again Lord Megatron. Please?" said the bone white transmetal said and sat down, his skeletal tail curling around his haunches. All this attention did stroke a leader's ego, especially when the attention was coming from such a powerful and loyal creature as this. Megatron's spark surged a tiny bit, dare say it even fluttered.
"Why don't we continue this in my quarters," the Predacon leader said, "After a bath, of course. Yesss." Dinobot stood up ready to do his master's bidding. Instead his creator stopped him.
"No, it's for you this time," Megatron said,"You just sit in the tub and listen. Oh and don't roll in dead things anymore, I don't like it."
"Yes, my lord. But may I still eat them?"
"Just not at the base," Megatron said with a shudder and he wondered just where he put that spare toothbrush.