Chapter 1: Darkstar
"Moonblaster!" Pegasus protested, holding her friend's red and white technorganic chassis by the shoulders. "You have no idea what you're doing! You don't...You're not...You're not cut out to be a 'Con!" Pegasus almost shuddered as the femme in front of her growled softly, narrowed her optics to slits and fingered the katana holstered at her side. "Please, why?" The white and baby-blue femme persisted. "Why are you leaving the Elite Guard?"
"That's just it." The technorganic tiger femme responded bluntly. "What are we guarding? The AllSpark was thrown through a Space Bridge ages ago, it probably doesn't even exist anymore. The 'Cons have long been..." She paused, thinking for a word to describe what happened to the Decepticons. "Well, gone. I mean, no one's seen them since we exiled them, so we all assume they're offline, but it doesn't seem right, you know?" Swiftly, she drew her katana and lightly held it against the Autobot Elite Guard insignia on Pegasus' chest. The femme in question gasped, partly because she had barely seen Moonblaster's hand move, but mostly because of the beautiful and intricate designs on the blade of the katana.
The sword was unlike anything Pegasus had ever seen, and she guessed that the tiger femme forged it herself. The intricate designs were--of course--Cybertronian writing, and Pegasus just managed to read what Moonblaster had inscribed on it: "Don't waste your time, or time will waste you."
Moonblaster cleared her vocal processor and pushed the tip of the hand-forged sword harder against her--former--comrade's chest. "Anyways, the fact still remains that I'm leaving, and if I'm going to get used to this whole ruthless Decepticon thing, I need a way to silence you; nobody can be trusted." She paused and relieved Pegasus of the katana's presence, moving to re-holster it, then swiftly and suddenly slashed diagonally through the Autobot Elite Guard symbol on Pegasus' chest with the horrifying creak and unearthly wail of metal slicing through metal. "There. That takes care of you." With that, Moonblaster transformed and ran off, streaking white and black as she turned a corner into a dark alleyway.
Pegasus focused her attention back on herself, gasping and wheezing as she looked down at the torn insignia on her chest. Pink energon leaked--practically poured--from the long gash that Moonblaster had created. "Slag.." The white and blue femme muttered as she radioed base; even Sentinel--her hated superior and worst enemy--would do at that moment. "Help..someone...badly injured..." The all went black.
Pegasus shuddered as her optics shot open. She slowly turned her head to look at her lover who lay right next to her, one arm thrown haphazardly across her chest and the scar that lay underneath. Her armor had been repaired perfectly, but as soon as her breastplate was removed, the long diagonal scar that stretched between Pegasus' breasts was prominent and quite hard to miss. She sighed and finally, her lover stirred.
"Wha's wrong, baby?" Jazz whispered drowsily. "'Nother nightmare?"
"Yeah." The femme replied as she snuggled closer to Jazz's warm body, thoroughly enjoying the company. "And I'm kinda nervous. D'you think I can pull off being a Decepticon?"
"O' course ya can, baby!" The mech said as he pulled her even closer to him, holding her tightly. "You could pull it off even better'n Moonblaster." The Elite Guard was sending Pegasus in to spy on Megatron and his happy little group; Optimus Prime's suspicion had been confirmed. The Elite Guard ship rocked a little on it's way back up. The plan was to repaint Pegasus and codename her Darkstar, then send her back to Earth in a salvaged Decepticon recon shuttle. Chances were, the 'Cons would pick up this new energy signal and go after her. She'd then be free to radio Magnus and his crew, relaying information on Megatron and his grand plans. "How's that scar o' yours?" Jazz asked after a moment of silence.
Pegasus paused, then replied with a smile, "Better, since you rescued me."
"Well, yeah, but right at this moment, how's it feel? Like, usually, it pulls a 'Harry Potter' on ya."
"That's only when Moonblaster's near." She corrected, chuckling. It was true, though. Since the katana that had sliced through her chassis was forged by one other than a blacksmith, it had Moonblaster's energy signature all over it. Since it had her signature all over it, when it cut through Pegasus, it left a bit of that energy signature behind, causing a painful reaction on Pegasus' behalf whenever the two were near.
"Heard she died." Jazz commented redundantly.
"That can't be completely true." The femme replied absently. "I sensed her energy signature plenty while we were on Earth. Faint, but unnerving." She sighed and slowly sat up. "Wanna help paint me as Darkstar and prevent Sentinel from getting his aft kicked?"
"Sure, baby. Jus' gimme a cycle."
Fifteen cycles later, Jazz managed to pull himself out of bed and put his armor on, and the couple went to the medbay, where Sentinel was already setting up.
"'Bout time you 'bots got up." He greeted irratibly as he filled the spray cans with yellow, orange and black paint, respectively.
"It's only like..." Jazz paused and checked his internal clock. "3 am!"
"We were supposed to send her down at 4, remember?" Sentinel shot back.
Jazz chuckled sheepishly. "Right."
"Chill out, Sentinel." Pegasus spoke up calmly, though her hatred for Sentinel Prime was apparent. "If our timing is too perfect, the 'Cons will figure us out for sure."
"That's Sentinel Prime to you, grunt." He retorted as Jazz rolled his optics; though the arguments these two often got into were amusing, it got monotonous after Primus-only-knows how many solar cycles.
"How about Pompous Gasbag Prime?!" Pegasus snarled, desperately trying to contain her giggles.
"If you weren't a femme..." Sentinel started, the heat of the fight reflected in his angry blue optics as he growled at her.
"What if I wasn't a femme? You'd interface with me?" She snickered to the Prime's horror and Jazz's bemusement.
"How dare you question my sexual orientation!"
"How dare I? Pretty truthfully, actually. There was that one time..." She started.
"That doesn't count!" Sentinel countered. "I was-"
"Loaded up on high-octane fuel." She finished for him. "Y'know, just because you're plastered, doesn't mean you have the right to throw away your honor and go chasing mechs all night." Pegasus allowed herself a giggle; bashing Sentinel's ego was more fun that beating Jazz in a cyber-ninja showdown.
"Okay, okay." Jazz interrupted, literally stepping in. "Save it, you two, or it'll be another solar cycle or three 'fore Pegs actu'lly gets down there. Paint 'er up." He commanded as the femme smiled and transformed into her vehicle mode, allowing a very begrudged Sentinel Prime to paint her as Darkstar.
Roughly three megacycles later, Pegasus transformed and checked herself out in the mirror that Jazz had collected from their room. "Slag..." She grinned. "I look good." She did too. Her whole chassis was painted black with the occasional yellow and orange detailing. "Those 'Cons are gonna have some kind of surprise." Pegasus said as she went through various poses, thoroughly enjoying the bad-girl look she now had with the dark colouring, red optics sensors and prominent, purple Decepticon symbol.
"They will, I agree." Said a new voice as Ultra Magnus, Autobot Commander stepped into the room, worry and exhaustion etched into his old face. "Especially when they find out that Starscream has escaped."
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Chapter 1 is a bit short, I know, but bear with me. R&R, please!
