Yes, I've decided to stop being lazy and re-upload this and I WILL finish it! Demonator has become my favorite OC to write about and I refuse to abandon her any longer. I apologize for taking this down, so here it is again and this time, it's staying!
This is a re-write of my Demonator fic! I took the original down. I'm gonna try and make it as different and better as possible than the original in 2009. Like I just said, I wrote my original Demonator fic a few years ago in 2009, back when my writing just wasn't quite as decent as it is now, so, hopefully anybody who has read the original will notice the difference. ^.^ All new readers are welcome as well, obviously!
"So, can I at least get a name on this girl?" Colonel Will Lennox asked as he looked at the many papers attached snugly to the clipboard in his hand, at the same time managing to keep up with Optimus, who was in his mighty bipedal mode. "I mean, I get that she's a Decepticon and we hardly know anything about her except for height, weight, looks.. no alternate mode yet.." he paused to catch his breath. "But there's no designation on here."
"She refused to tell us her name until she spoke with me," Optimus finally confirmed. "Reasons, unknown. We're on our way to get it out of her. Ironhide is with her now, trying himself. I received a comm link that she is not cooperating."
"Well, I'm gonna throw in my two cents and say your first mistake was having Ironhide interrogate her," Will began, placing the clipboard under his arm and counting off his fingers. "and your second is underestimating her. She's a Decepticon. Of course she won't cooperate. She's at an unknown base surrounded by her enemies and squishy humans. You know how much 'Cons hate humans."
Optimus sighed as they reached the hangar she was being stored in. "I know," reaching a hand out, he slid the giant door open. The hangar itself seemed pretty big to store just one Transformer inside, but apparently, Will heard that she gave the Autobots a tough fight, so this is where they were forced to put her in.
Will looked around, not seeing her at first, but then he saw Ironhide, cannons raised and pointed at his new target. He followed the cannons direction and rested eyes on a rather tall, but petite femme. She stood a few meters away from Ironhide, her arms folded across her chest lightly. Will laughed as Robert Epps, who was already in the hangar, walked up to him. "She's taller than Ironhide. No offence, but it looks like a dwarf trying to harass the Iron Giant."
Optimus seemed to disregard his comment as he continued to walk towards the mech and femme. He waved his hands in a downward motion at Ironhide, who retracted his cannons. With a slick spin, they locked back into place on his forearms and shut down. He stepped backwards and Optimus took his standing position. "I am Optimus Prime. I was told that you wanted to speak with me."
"Yes, I said only you," the femme growled. "But I can already tell why humans are known to be so dense.. and Autobots," she squinted at Ironhide before re-directing her optics back on Prime.
Will whistled as he got closer, trying to examine her features more. She had Decepticon markings on her. Probably some sort of ancient Cybertronian language. Maybe even ranking marks. He saw vertical lines running down her arms and legs with a diagonal line going through every group of fours. As if she was tallying something. Maybe how many Cybertronians she killed? He didn't even want to know. Her armor plating was mainly black with hints of red. Either that or it was rust. He couldn't really tell. The only feature that really stood out were her vibrant, red optics. Compared to the Autobots' blue optics, these ones stood out like no other.
Optimus didn't even move an inch at her words. "The Autobots are more than just my soldiers and the humans are more than just our allies. They are my friends. So, either you tell me what it is I need to know now and they all hear what you have to say, or you tell me in private and I'll inform them, anyway. It is up to you."
The femme scowled and unfolded her arms harshly, causing Ironhide to panic and re-activate his cannons, pointing them at her. "Oh, yeah," she growled, glaring at the weapons specialist. "What am I going to possibly do? Shoot you with my invisible cannons?" She raised her arms, and to Will's surprise, he saw she had no cannons. "You've already stripped me of them!"
"Enough," Optimus said, gently, but effectively. Ironhide lowered his weapons, but kept them pointed at her and the femme returned her gaze back to the leader. Despite being tall for a femme, Optimus still managed to tower over anybody he came across. "Tell me your name."
"You're just wasting your time. The longer you take, the faster this planet will meet its maker," she growled, re-folding her arms.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Epps asked.
She shook her head with a chuckle. "It means that you humans have rubbed off your stupidity on the Autobots." She seemed to pause and contemplate her words. "Or vice versa."
At that point, Ratchet had walked in the hangar to see what was going on. He had just finished his work and seeing since none of the Autobots who had appointments came in to see him, he wondered what all the fuss was about.
Being in the med bay all the time was like being in a prison. You never knew what was going on outside and when he was informed that a femme Decepticon had arrived, the first thing he thought was that she was coming to join them. Figuring he'd introduce himself to get the awkwardness over with, he decided to enter the hangar where they all were.
When he saw Ironhide's cannons on and spinning while producing a soft hum, he was instantly confused. "Am I missing something?"
The female 'Con rolled her optics and turned around, heading towards the other side of the hangar while mumbling something about a 'pathetic planet'.
"No, dumb aft, so just go back in that cave of yours," Sideswipe, who had been surprisingly silent for a while, finally spoke. Sunstreaker snickered. Even the Decepticon turned her head, slightly amused. Her lip plates were curled in one corner, resembling a smirk.
Ratchet shot him a glare, "Frag off, you insolent, little-"
"Oh, shut the hell up the both of you!" Lennox suddenly yelled, almost uncontrollably. He was giving the both of them a glare. "Can't you see Optimus is trying to talk to the girl?"
"For Primus' sake," the femme 'Con growled, throwing her arms up in the air as if giving up. "If it'll stop the arguing, my designation is Demonator!"
Everybody was silent.
Ironhide immediately looked over at Optimus, and Will, as well as a few other humans, wondered why he looked so surprised. Even Optimus's optics widened a tad. "As in the third-"
"-Most powerful 'Con to ever roam Cybertron, ranked by the Fallen himself, yes. That would be me," she finished sarcastically, annoyed. "But I wouldn't be too intimidated. The Fallen is a fragging recreant himself, so his opinions on rankings might not be exactly up to par.."
Is? Will questioned internally. "Don't you mean was?" he asked. "He's dead."
Demonator rolled her optics. "Please. Megatron was a pile of useless slag a few years ago yet we resurrected his sorry aft. What makes you think the Fallen couldn't be any different?"
"You resurrected the Fallen?" Sideswipe asked angrily and then he face-palmed himself. "What the hell! Do you realize how much paint I scratched during that stupid battle? All you 'Cons are glitchheads."
"Oh, don't worry," Demonator frowned. "I agree with you. It was a terrible mistake. Of course, it was Megatron's idea and once he was resurrected, the Fallen came up with a new plan to destroy the Earth."
"What plan?" Optimus asked, stepping forward.
"He thought it would be a good idea to-" she paused, taking a look at every single body in the room. She folded her arms and squinted her eyes at Prime. "Wait a second. First, I'd like my cannons and then you can have your petty information."
"Femmes," Ironhide grumbled. "I swear to Primus, all of 'em are the same. I want this, I want that," his voice was higher in pitch. "Just give up the info and maybe you'll be lucky enough to keep your life."
"Why don't you wait until I get my cannons and then put your energon where your mouth is," she growled back, taking a step forward and holding up a fist.
"Stop this now," Optimus's tone was strict as he glanced at Ironhide, who backed away with a scowl. He turned back to the femme. "If your weapons are what you ask for, then I will grant you that wish, but there are a couple things I ask of you."
"And that would be?" Demonator shrugged, obviously getting bored. At least that's the way it seemed.
"If you tell us the information, you will have your right to your cannons. If you wish to stay, then you may stay and join us." He paused and looked around and then he continued. "But if you wish to leave Earth, you must leave peacefully. If you do not, then we will be forced to take you out. Ranked third or not."
Demonator didn't move, but her optics drifted from one side of the hangar, to the other. She eyed every mech, femme and human. If she told them what the plan was, then she could save herself, but that would also mean that she would be saving the human race, as well as the Autobots'. She closed her optics, a feeling of the need to recharge overwhelming her systems. She would have no place to go if she chose to leave and it would be easier for them to get her and use her for what they wanted.
Opening her optics, all eyes were on her as she once again scanned the entire room. With a heavy sigh, she nodded. "I'll tell you and.. I guess I'll stay."
Yay or nay? ;D
I also have a sequel in the making, because I know exactly how im gonna go through with this story. (Some of the chapters for the sequel are already up, but you don't have to read this story to know what goes on in the sequel. As long as you know who Demonator is, then you're all set. xD)
