EH: Alright, so after working on this for months, I finally got some of this rewritten. I feel so lazy. Anyways, I have EveQueen to thank for getting it spell/grammar checked. Apparently, I can't spell my own character's name sometimes. What a fail, lol. Oh, and there is a pic to go along with this fic. I'll have a link on my profile page. Enjoy! And please review? I love reviews.
The sounds of crashing metal rang throughout the room. It then went silent, except for the sounds of nervous stutters of someone's air intake. Then there were cruel chuckles from one side of the crude arena.
"Rotary!" Megatron snarled. His voice rang throughout the room. The red mech shrank down under the tyrant's glare.
"Is this all that you have? A bunch of worthless scrap?!"
"Megatron sir, there's one more. He…he can fight!" The mech scrambled past the rest of the trainees, battered and dented up. He went to push someone out from the shadows, earning him a snarl. Rotary jumped back, letting off an undignified squawk. He shuffled back and several of the trainees also moved back. From the shadows stepped a black mech, his dark sliver trim shinning eerily in the light. A battle mask covered his face and a black visor covered his optics. His visor activated as the mech stared down the other Decepticons. One of the stronger Decepticons strode forward, a manic grin on his face. Megatron, who was sitting on a chair above them watched with disguised interest.
The Decepticon solider stood still for a moment, eyeing the black mech, before charging at him. The black mech watched him charge, not moving an inch. When the Decepticon raised his arm to punch the mech, the black mech caught his fist and gripped it. The Decepticon snarled before bringing his other fist up. The other mech caught it as well and held them there. The Decepticon snarled again as he tried to push the other back, his optics gleaming with fury. The black mech watched him, seemingly unfazed by the other's strength before pulling back slightly and then shoving the Decepticon back. The other mech was stunned as he fell back several feet. He snarled loudly as he leapt up and charged again. This time, the black mech reached behind him and pulled out a sword. He swung it at the Decepticon, leaving a gash across his chassis. He stepped towards the injured mech and placed a foot on his chassis. The 'Con struggled then gave up. Roars of fury arose from the other Decepticons and two more dashed into the arena.
The black mech glanced up at them before straightening the wings on his back. He took two steps back before leaping into the air. The two Decepticons brought their weapons to bear and began firing at the mech. The black trainee began a series of twists, turns and dives, missing every bit of ammunition that the other two fired. Without warning, he dove down, heading straight for the two fighters. They started and then bolted as he came out of the dive. He went after one mech, releasing himself from his flight position and kicking out. He caught the other in the back, sending him to the ground. The flyer let off a shot from his arm gun before turning to watch the other Decepticon as he rose back into the air. The other Decepticon fired off a volley of shots, but missed the flyer. He snarled as his gun suddenly flew from his hands. He looked up then froze in panic as he realized how close the other mech had gotten. The flyer reached out and grabbed the Decepticon, holding him up for a second before tossing him away. His gaze swept around the room before taking back to the air. He flew towards where Megatron was sitting and landed gracefully at the tyrant's feet, settling on one knee in a low bow. Megatron glanced down at the black flyer and gave a small grin.
"Well Rotary, it seems that you have one mech that can fight. But only one. It's hardly enough to please me," Megatron said. The red mech shrank down, his air intake hitching badly.
"For…forgive me Megatron. I'll…I'll retrain them, I'll make them to your standards," he stuttered. The tyrant barely spared him a glance.
"See that you do. Now get out of my sight!" The red mech shuddered then gave a quick bow before fleeing the room, trailed by the rest of the trainees. Megatron glanced down at the black Seeker before motioning with his hand for him to stand up. The Seeker rose to his full height, his head bowed, his arms to his side.
"I am honored that you let me join your ranks, Megatron sir. I'll do my best to serve you well," the black mech said. The tyrant was slightly surprised by the other's voice, especially with the mask on but it quickly left his thoughts and he took in the other's words.
"Very good. You put on a good performance. I see much ability, more then Rotary ever got out of any mech."
"When I came upon him, I was already trained. I was making my way to join the Decepticons. Unfortunately, I had to…repay him for ridicules things."
"No matter, you are here now. I'm sure that you will fit in just fine." With that, Megatron stood up. The black Seeker stepped back to give him room and the tyrant walked out of the room, the Seeker following behind him. Megatron led him down the corridors and into the command center. The Seeker paused as he looked around. His optics scanned over the various equipment and mechs that were working at them. He turned as two mechs approached him. Both had green optics, but one mech's optics were mismatched in size.
"We are supposed to show you around before taking you to the medic," he said. The Seeker nodded before turning and following them out of the room.
"My name is Demolisher, right hand mech to Megatron," he told the Seeker.
"Yeah and I'm Cyclonus," the other one broke in. He had a manic grin and seemed slightly crazy in the Seeker's mind.
"Wonderful," the Seeker muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Cyclonus asked.
"None of your concern."
"Well now, you don't need to get moody. We have enough moody Seekers around here. Especially the one named Starscream," Cyclonus cackled.
"You aren't especially funny," the black Seeker snapped.
"Hey, watch it. You don't want to see what I can do."
"Try anything and I'll be sure to ground you forever." The Seeker glared at the other mech. He was slightly surprised when he threw his arm around the Seeker's shoulder as they walked.
"I think you'll be a good addition to the team," Cyclonus cackled again.
"Get your arm off me and you might be able to stay on that team." Cyclonus quickly took his arm back.
"Hey you two, pay attention," Demolisher scolded.
"Don't worry, I know everything so far. The mess hall was the last corridor on our right and the weapons room was the corridor before that. The rest were just offices of the higher up Decepticons though Megatron's is on the other side of the base." Demolisher paused in astonishment, letting the black mech pass him.
"Are you going to show me the training and weapons room before I go to the medic's or do I have to find it myself?" the Seeker asked. Demolisher quickly began walking again. He showed him the rest of base before back towards the medic's bay.
"Hey, what is your name anyways?" Cyclonus asked.
"They call me Storm Rune," the black Seeker replied. Demolisher and Cyclonus exchanged glances before stopping in front of the bay doors.
"Megatron said to find him later. He will tell you where your quarters will be," Demolisher said. The black mech nodded before stepping into the medbay.
"That's one strange mech," Demolisher said.
"Really, he should loosen up," Cyclonus added.
"You're not going to try anything are you?"
"On him? No way. There's something about that mech that I'm not crossing."
By the time Storm Rune stepped out of the medbay, he was thoroughly sick of medics and in a slight temper.
"If it hadn't been an order, I wouldn't have stepped in there. Medics, honestly." The black Seeker made his way down the corridor towards the mess hall. Stepping in, he was glad to see that there weren't many mechs. Noting the time, Storm Rune went over and picked up an Energon cube.
"Hey fly bot. Whatcha think you're doing?" a mech hissed. Storm Rune glanced over his shoulder in distain, leveling a glare in the mech's direction.
"None of your business." The mech frowned and stood up, starting towards the Seeker.
"I think it is. You flyer bots aren't do for a while yet," he said lowly.
"Well that's too bad that I don't care. Why don't you get back to playing with your toy guns?" Storm Rune remarked. The other Deception's optics narrowed in fury.
"You're asking for it flyer."
"Actually, I think you are. You're really staring to get on my nerves. And I'm a fairly patient mech." The two stared at each other for a moment, Rune's black visor unnerving some of the other 'Cons. The gorilla-like 'Con that he was staring at didn't get the hint. He moved in a flash to bash the Seeker on the head. He was stunned when the Seeker caught his hand.
"Not a very smart move." In one slight move, the Seeker gained enough force to twist the other mech's arm around. He hissed in pain as the cables and supports groaned from the treatment. Rune leaned forward.
"It's not worth my time or energy to deal with you," he whispered. He shoved the 'Con back and he fell to the floor. The other Decepticons crowed around their leader as Rune finished off the cube and tossed it away. He strode out of the room, leaving the 'Cons staring after him.
By the time Storm Rune came out of the training room several vorns later and headed for the command center, news of the fight had spread throughout the base. The Seeker was met with hushed whispers as he entered the command center. Megatron had heard of the fight, naturally, and waited to see what the Seeker would do. As Rune stepped up to him, he glanced at the others out of the corner of his optics.
"Forgive me Megatron. Had I known that the little scuffle in the mess hall would have caused so much stir, I would have…refrained a bit more." Megatron only grinned.
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure that they will calm down after a while. I would suspect that you are ready to retire?"
"Yes sir. It's been…an interesting day."
"Yes. Starscream!" Megatron called. Storm Rune tilled his head slightly as Megatron turned back to him.
"You'll be sharing Starscream's quarters. I'm afraid there isn't an open room at the moment for a Seeker." Megatron's voice was laced with something, though Rune couldn't tell what it was.
"I understand sir." He stopped as a red Seeker came up to Megatron.
"Yes Megatron sir?" he asked. Rune could tell where Starscream's name had come from, though it didn't bother him.
"You'll be sharing your quarters from now on. This is your new bunk mate, Storm Rune." The red Seeker looked stunned before looking upset.
"But Megatron sir!"
"No buts Starscream! That's an order." Starscream went silent but still looked furious.
"Thank you for your time Megatron sir," Rune interjected quickly. He dipped his head before turning to Starscream. The red Seeker glanced at him with distain but muttered for Rune to follow him. The two Seekers made their way to a more secluded section of the base. Rune mentally marked the area so he could find his way around. Starscream stopped in front of one door.
"Here's the code," Starscream muttered before entering it and letting the door slide open. The two Seekers stepped in before the door slid closed. He looked around the room.
The room was slightly larger than most of the other 'Cons quarters. Rune figured that was because of Starscream's position. There was nothing in the way of decoration and the table that had been before did not have a lot of things on it. A second table and berth had been added on the far wall, closest to another door. Rune figured that it was to Starscream's personal shower rack. He was proved right a minute later when the red Seeker opened the door.
"Just so you know, I don't like mechs touching my stuff." The black Seeker raised his hands.
"I'm the same way. Don't worry. I have no intention of touching anything of yours." Starscream stared at the other Seeker for a moment before heading for the door.
"I'm still on duty. I'll be back later."
"Alright." By then, Starscream was gone. Storm Rune took another glance around the room and walked up to his table. From a compartment under the glass part of his alt mode, he pulled out a box. He opened it and checked the contents before shutting it, making sure to hear the lock click. He then stepped into the shower rack. Letting his mask slide back and taking off his visor, Rune looked at his reflection in the mirror. The optics that stared back at him were filled with an unknown emotion. Shaking his head to clear his CPU of its thoughts, he slipped the visor and mask back on. Rune went to his berth and lay down, falling into recharge quickly.