Smugglers
Prologue
At the opposite end of the galaxy from Cybertron, not too far from the triple planetoids; Alpha, Beta, and Delta but still a good ways off from the Milky Way which contained nine planets (including the one called Earth) revolving around a single sun, there was a planet called Kaon, so named after the capitol city of the Decepticons. On this planet were some of the surviving Decepticons; namely, Starscream (who had proclaimed himself leader after Megatron's untimely death), Slipstream, Skywarp, Blitzwing and Oil Slick. There were other Decepticons of course but none of them were as important as Megatron's former top lieutenants. (At least that's what they liked to tell themselves.)
"I vant energon goodies," Blitzwing announced calmly and quite suddenly one day for particular reason. This surprised no one for they were all used to him saying and doing random things but what did surprise them was that it hadn't been his random personality who had spouted the random line but his most rational personality, Icy.
The others all stopped what they were doing and turned from their various positions at the table they were all standing around to stare at him with wide open jaws and optics. Starscream was the first to break the silence. "What?" he demanded dumbfounded. "We're in the middle of planning an attack on the Autobots and all you can think of is energon goodies?" his already screechy voice went up two decibels causing the other three to wince, the loud voice not hurting Skywarp's audio sensors as he had warped away a few minutes earlier after Blitzwing's initial statement.
"But I vant them," Blitzwing protested.
Slipstream groaned and covered half of her faceplate with a servo, effectively blocking out the sight of her creator's face as it grew angry. She wished that she had the ability to warp like her fellow clone so that she could disappear and go somewhere far away from this madness. Anywhere else would be much more preferable than here.
Starscream ignored the obviously insane triple-changer and continued outlining his brilliant, diabolical plan.
"Here," he tapped a spot on the map that was spread out on the table in front of him.
"That's the Bassan Galaxy," Oil Slick growled.
"No one uses that galaxy except for smugglers," Skywarp announced, startling no one by his sudden re-appearance.
"Exactly," Starscream exclaimed triumphantly. "And who goes after smugglers?"
There was a collective gasp in the room as his words registered and all the pieces fell into place with a click.
"The Elite Guard," Slipstream murmured and looked at her creator with a newfound respect in her red optics.
"Yes," Starscream's smile was not a very nice one. "We wait until they capture a couple of smugglers; their guard will be down and then we'll attack. Hopefully their ship will survive intact with at least one of them still online."
"Why do we have to keep one of them online?" Skywarp asked in a bored tone.
Starscream exhaled slowly and replied, "Because we're going to fly the ship to the Autobot capitol and destroy it but if they read just our energy signatures they'll suspect something but if they also pick up a couple of Autobot signatures too they'll just assume that we're prisoners and by the time they figure out the truth it'll be too late."
Stunned silence filled the room then cries of "Brilliant!" resonated throughout the room causing the vain flier to bow and smile. Nothing could ruin his moment of glory. Absolutely nothing. "I still vant some energon goodies." Well, almost nothing.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short but it is the prologue. The next chapter will be longer-I promise.
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