AN: Welcome, psycho's! This is a rather dark fic... And a crack fic at that. x]
Forgive me R.W.C. readers, but I couldn't hold this back and I thought I deserved at least a semi-break from writing R.W.C. and it's sequels...
Warning!:
This is a dark fic, lot's o' blood and gore. Language, suggestive themes and that lot. Enjoy. This story may not make much sense to people, but I loved the idea nonetheless.
Full Summary:
After being shot out of the sky over the Mediterranean, Lennox and the two Autobots return to HQ to report to their respective superiors about the surprise attack. After being contacted by the attacker, the Autobots and humans face the offender who shot the plane down, but it's not a Decepticon, it's human and she's made it pretty clear she doesn't want anyone in her airspace. The Autobots face their first human antagonist, who has more power over their future on Earth then any of them expected.
Five Months Prior...
"We're going down!"
Lennox held on as tight as he could to the handles. "Guys! We need to get to land, we drop 'em in the water we're done for!" Lennox cried out over the blaring red alarm and the ear shattering sounds of the large carrier plane falling through the sky.
"It's no use! We can't reach land in time! We have to drop them now!"
"Wait for land!"
"Major!"
"Do what I said soldier!" Lennox snapped back to the pilot's.
"Major, if we cannot reach ground in time, I am sure trekking through the Mediterranean would not harm us." The CMO, who was as passive as ever, informed Lennox.
"I realize that Ratchet, but if were close to land we need to get you to your target first!" He shouted over the beyond loud noises.
"The Doc's right Lennox, we can reach our target even if we do have to land in water. Risking your life like this can be avoided." Ironhide insisted, although he himself hated the last time he was dropped in water, he knew if this would hurt Lennox and his men that being drenched in water and having a few glitches in his system from it was well worth saving the humans on board.
Lennox did not want to agree, but had no choice, it was either they drop and the humans on the plane lived through an emergency landing or they die and the Autobots are dropped anyhow.
"Godammit! I'm sorry guys, we need to lighten the load. Open the hatch and drop 'em!" He order through the radio. "Got it Major, opening the ramp now."
Ironhide and Ratchet were the only two Cybertronian's on board in their alt mode's and the damage that the plane sustained was already to great for them to carry the two giant alien robots any further.
"We understand." Ratchet's answer came just before the ramp's opened and both Ironhide and Ratchet dived out.
It was an instant success. "We'll make it to land at this rate. Everybody, prepare for emergency landing!" The pilot called from the captain's chair.
"Fuck..." Lennox looked down the ramp, they were only a few miles from land but dropped his two friends, not to mention his own guardian, in the Mediterranean Sea was not part of the plan and he seriously wanted a way out of it.
"We'll land in a few minutes."
Present day...
Still pissed at the memory at the repercussions from it, Lennox slumped through the halls of the new Autobot base to meet with the newly appointed Liaison in order to discuss the matter of the crashed ship and the emergency dropping of two high profile alien robots in the Mediterranean Sea.
It could be said that the Liaison and the Government officials were not pleased by the sudden shock of Major William Lennox's report on why they required another carrier to take the two Autobots and their newest member back to Autobot headquarters when all they planned on doing was investigating a possible Cybertronian pod landing near a vineyard in Italy. Yet just saying they were not pleased was the understatement of the century.
Once Autobot's Ratchet and Ironhide made it out of the water, both having very light problems in their circuitry, and made it to the crash site of the Cybertronian pod the passenger of the pod had already abandoned it and was heading to town... As a giant alien robot.
Quickly, the Autobot's took action and caught up with the Cybertronian along with Lennox and his men.
Once asked why the alien robot in questioning was ignoring them even after Lennox mentioned the Autobot's Lennox simply answered that this "giant bucket of bolts" specifically said he wanted a look around before facing the Autobot's again.
After Ratchet realized who it was he reacted with whacking the unidentified robot over his giant metal helm, picked out a car and the Cybertronian swiftly obliged taking the form of the car and driving through the streets of Italy back to the emergency landing site of the giant plane and began explaining the situation to the still unnamed robot.
Lennox was tired, almost facing death three times that day. One on a plane that was shot down by another unnamed aircraft that was not a Decepticon strangely enough, then almost being blasted into smithereens once the smug alien robot came back online, and then almost being stepped on by the very same smug robot.
He was also pissed.
Now, in the present day, months after the incident, he remained pissed and tired.
Recently the Government had them evaluating every possible Cybertronian landing or any hint of alien technology hidden on the planet.
It was exhausting. While it was good fun at first he now felt the weight of the job he and his team was assigned. Much like eating a giant bar of the most surgary chocolate bar for breakfast, feeling the sugar rush control your every action, then hitting at high speeds in a giant alien truck what was known as the crash.
Both Ironhide and Ratchet insisted that it was no big deal, after all, it would have probably killed them if they had not dropped them both at that split second, but Lennox still found himself apologizing. Which was fine at first, but Ironhide and Ratchet informed Optimus of Lennox's condition and talked the big guy into meeting with Lennox.
That was definetly not where he wanted to be called to see.
Optimus explained Ratchet and Ironhide's worry about Lennox blaming himself after they did online research that told them humans would often fall into depression or possibly commit suicide.
Lennox freaked out on the spot, he was blaming himself by any means and even if he was this was not the kind of thing that humans committed suicide to anyways.
When Optimus asked what was Lennox's attitude and why he was sulking about, although not in those exact words since Optimus was too much of a nice big guy to say it, Lennox happily replied that multiple things are weighing him down. Such as work stress and facing the pissed off moment of dropping both Ratchet and Ironhide into the Mediterranean Sea.
Though he did not blame himself and was certainly not in depression, he did have to explain to Optimus that he deeply wished he never had to do that. Lennox told Optimus that he wanted the Autobots to see the better side of humanity, show the Autobots exactly what they are fighting for.
Softened even more by Lennox's openness, Optimus assured him that they knew exactly what they fought the Decepticons to protect. Not only was Earth a revelation in their optics, but also that life in general must be defended, that they as a whole deserved to make their path through the galaxy on their own so that the human race properly develops and faces their own problems and their own faults to work on them, build on them and hopefully, to Optimus' wishes, to bypass his own race in the circle of life.
While the talk with Optimus was refreshing and rather pleasing, Lennox felt no better about the meeting he was headed towards now.
They were all to face the offenders that shot down the plane that Lennox dropped Ironhide and Ratchet off of to survive themselves.
The reason for such was that after the plane landed and Lennox and his men exited, retrieved the newest Autobot and went home, they discovered a warning was shot out to the Military from the offenders.
Apparently, they knew of the Autobots.
Keeping his head about him, Lennox asked every question that came to mind, making mental notes of things to question this person on. Like why the hell did you shoot us down? How do you know the Autobots? And what on Earth possessed you to shoot us down?
"Major Lennox, glad to see you finally arrived." The Liaison turned to him as did most of the meeting's attendants.
"Yeah, sorry, base is giant. Takes a while to reach one side to another." Lennox grumbled, secretly telling Liaison Galloway in his mind that he was an asshole and wished he would fuck off.
Without saying it, Robert Epps knew what his old friend William was thinking and smiled to himself.
Lennox sipped at his coffee, still too hot to drink properly. "So, where is the bastard?" He grinned as if he had not just insulted the person.
"Late." Liaison agreed for the first time with Lennox and everybody in the room, "Very late."
Lennox shrugged as Galloway quickly became more and more impatient.
As if overhearing it all the person in question could be heard driving up outside.
Turning to face the sound of three cars, Lennox spotted perfectly the large white machine in front of him.
He was gawking at it and not even trying to hide it. There before him was a pure white, hood down, red interior Excalibur. Perfectly assembled.
"Holy shit." Epps said under his breath as the other two cars next to the Excalibur caught his eye.
The was a pure black 1938 Phantom Corsair, one of the only of it's kind ever built. Then finally, behind that was a classic blue with double off white stripes Shelby Cobra.
All three of the rather unbelievable cars were unscathed, untouched, and only one held the offender that now Lennox could not keep himself angry at after pulling up in three of the most beautiful cars he's ever seen.
"Dear God. Their gorgeous." Lennox mumble, forgetting of his coffee that was now growing unpleasantly cold.
The Autobots, who did not see what was so special of the three cars, took a quick time out to search the three cars from their identification ornaments on the fronts. They came up with three very rare, very expensive models and they themselves grew appreciative in their own way. Although, they still did not see why the humans were mesmerized by the very presence of the cars.
When the engines stopped and the doors popped open, all but one, a man raced around the black Phantom Corsair and opened the door, allowing a very tall woman to step out, thank the driver and turn to the Military men and the Autobots.
She was strange, creepy, and if the humans would bother turning their attention from the cars, they would be able to indentify her quickly.
Without a word, she stood as if awaiting something, but all the humans remained in loving awe of the cars.
"Ahem." She faked coughed.
Optimus saw the humans in shock and decided it was best for him to answer first.
"I believe it would be best to welcome her." Optimus quietly nudged on Lennox, them being something akin to close friends after their talk.
Before Lennox could agree and greet the strange woman, Liaison spoke up. Or rather shouted out.
"You're Crossbone!" He named the mysterious skull wearing woman.
"Why, yes. Yes I am." She smiled, barely visible beneath the skull of the horse she wore. It acted as a mask and a helmet, however, what called upon her to dress in vintage gentleman's clothing, a horses skull, and stick on a top hat was beyond the comprehension of any human and any Autobot witnessing her arrival.
"You're a wanted ciminal, scratch that, crime lord!" Liaison cried. "What are you doing here?"
Strangely enough, the infamous criminal now unidentified as Crossbones acted polite as ever. Straight posture, great class her choice of clothing and spoke as if she was something out of a fairy tale. "I was under the belief that I was called here to a meeting to discuss the reasons of your crossing my private air space."
"Private airspace?" Liaison was confused, "How can you have private airspace?"
"Well, I do own the small island you were passing over and I did send out a warning the minute you crossed overhead, but no one acknowledged so I was forced to assume you were after something on my island." She replied easily, walking to and up the stairs on the platform that the Autobots stood around.
"You're wrong there, we didn't receive a warning until we got back." Lennox answered after drinking his coffee then discarding the plastic cup in the trash can.
"I apologize then. I have so many enemies that it becomes somewhat bothersome when I send an alert and I receive nothing but radio silence in return. I cannot risk my island being compromised because a certain military plane was not monitoring the radio frequencies like it is supposed to." She accused, being right in all respects.
"You are a wanted criminal, your apologies don't work here." Liaison growled, "Tell me why I shouldn't throw you in jail this second."
She sighed sadly, she so desperately desired an intelligent meeting with well mannered folk. "Mr. Galloway." She began in a very sad feminine tone, "You know fine well what world powers I own under my thumb. I only wish not to be bothered on my island. I do not want this to come to violence but..." She nodded toward the men that stood by the cars.
All of the men pulled out one form or another of weaponry, from heavy to light guns, RPG's and grenades as well as a few weapons that looked strange and all the humans could not ID them, neither could the Autobots.
"... If you insist."
The Autobots remained silent for the time being while they researched every bit of information up about the criminal Crossbone. Yet all was known was that her alias was Crossbone, gender was female, she was rather tall but exact height and weight was never confirmed. Also that she had a bad habit of making extremely impressive first impressions.
Clearly though that was incorrect, extremely impressive first impressions could not even being to describe the wondrous kindness she bestowed upon arrival. She awaited proper introductions, but received only ridicule from the Liaison, she apologized for engaging Lennox's plane with Ratchet and Ironhide aboard and properly stated that they were not scanning the frequencies as they were required to do, but again received only judgement.
A wonderful, beautiful performance by a world reknowned crime lord who could bribe any world power she pleased and receive money in return from such.
"We do not." Optimus decided that the Liaison was out of this meeting, fearing the guns firing. "Our only concern was the safety of the passengers aboard the plane and the reason behind your opening fire."
Once more, barely visible behind the large horse skull, Crossbone smiled. "Thank you Mr. Prime." She turned to Optimus. "I greatly appreciate your concern. It is obvious to me that your only worry is for your friends and allies, if I were in your position, I would to."
Optimus nodded slightly before continuing. "You said we crossed private airspace, but we did not come across a signal nor an island."
Crossbone, in a rare moment of pride, answered happily. "You did not see it, because I did not wish for you to see it." She tucked her long metal cane underneath her left arm, her left hand now moving from the ball of the cane to the thick metal bar. "I assume you are wondering how I knew of the existence of both Autobots and Decepticons and I will answer blunt and quickly, listen close, for I do no repeat myself."
The Autobots quickly turned their recordings on just so they can play back Crossbone's explanation for further analysis's.
"When Megatron was first discovered under the ice it took a very, very long time for the Government to excavate the site and move him to Hoover Dam. I mean a very, very long time. When he was being moved my Father's Father was alive and had witnessed the movement of Megatron and not to mention was part of the excavation site." She smiled warmly, though she was a criminal, she had a family.
"Once Megatron was placed securely in the Hoover Dam the tests took place. That is where my Father's friend comes in. A man, who's name is withheld, was one of the many scientists working on Megatron and mentioned the existence of alien lifeforms to my Father. I was alive at the time and overhead it, I was much to young to understand why the man was telling my Father this and to young to fully comprehend the level of seriousness this took place on."
None of the meeting attendants other then Crossbone and her guards knew where this was leading and it showed clearly on their faces, all but for the Autobots who simply stood stoic as ever.
"Now, I had spoken a few things to people and as I grew up I realized what was going on." Crossbone reached in her inside jacket pocket and pulled out a photograph. "My Father's friend was studying Megatron not for the Government's sake, but for my Father's. It is well known that I was the second child of my Father, but after my older brother's death I inherited the keys to the kingdom. All who have read my file know that my Father owned one of the largest crime organization's known and my admittance to the organization did not aid those who tried to shut us down." She chuckled.
"So, you have Cybertronian tech?" Epps asked.
"You just hit the nail on the head." Crossbone pointed at Epps. "My Father found many uses for Megatron's technology and quickly put them into use, we eventually stole, bribed, blackmailed, and counterfeited enough money to buy a private island that after all these years we were able to erase from the maps and hide from the world, using the technology and tools we built from Megatron." She breathed deep, smiling calmly.
"So in all respects, while I stand on the Autobots side of the war, I owe Megatron everything I own. My life, my work, my money, my family. All to him I was able to cloaked, hide off of scanners and eventually disappear off the face of the Earth. Without a question." She smiled, removing her cane from underneath her arm and tapping it back on the ground.
She laughed, unsheathing a long sword from the cane. "Megatron may have discovered a few pieces of metal missing." The blade, hilt and handle of the sword glimmered in Cybertronian metals and precious gems embedded into it.
Optimus scanned the sword and it's sheathe which doubled as a cane and found it was true, the cane and sword was of Cybertronian materials specifically, Megatron's armor. Which was slightly strange.
"However, my time is money, I am a very expensive woman and I must return to my work. I simply wanted to personally give my condolences to those I may have hurt. Especially to Ratchet and Ironhide, I am terribly sorry and I only wish you forgive me." She bowed lightly, sheathing the sword back into the cane.
Ratchet, impressed by the woman's tack, nodded. "Apology accepted. It was not that much trouble."
Ironhide less impressed but more in shock that he was currently looking at a piece of Megatron's very own armor turned into a human weapon before him, agreed slowly. "Yeah, didn't hurt anyone."
She smiled and looked between the two. "Thank you. I must take my leave now, however, I do wish we meet again." She bowed to them all and in one swift movement she was back down the stairs, into her Phantom Corsair and driving back out while they all stood a bit stunned, even the Liaison dared not to mention that regulated procedures require her to hand over the sword-slash-cane.
Lennox could have sworn he was pissed with a passion at the woman, but could no longer remain angered and instead smiled.
"That actually went good."
AN: Like I said, just a random mind blur that I felt like getting down and putting out for all to see. I will probably do more, but this is a rather long detailed story line so it will take some time to update.
Ah well, tell me what you think.