Author's Notes: I got this idea after CodenameAgentC suggested a sequel to From: Your Friend, and after pondering it I thought it actually was a good idea to expand on the idea. So in a weird way, this is the first time I've ever posted a request :)
This story is a slight alternate take on the G1 episode "The Secret of Omega Supreme". You can follow the story of this fic without having to read From: Your Friend, but you'll get more out of it if you read the first one. It'll probably only be a few chapters long. I don't intend to make this a long story. Anyway, I hope you guys like it! Please review (that's my favorite part), favorite, or follow :)
Chapter 1
The Autobots had received word from Cosmos that Megatron was mining an asteroid field for an unstable mineral that would be capable of powering his latest doomsday weapon. If he was allowed to continue, then he could level entire countries on planet earth; thus forcing the humans to give in to whatever the Decepticons demanded of them. The Autobots could not let this happen!
They would need a large team to stop Megatron and his goons, so therefore Cosmos would not be big enough to carry them all. They would have to go inside Omega Supreme. Optimus gave the command for his elite team to roll out, and soon the were inside the large spaceship Autobot and on their way into outer space!
Bumblebee got bored just sitting in the main bridge area of Omega Supreme, and decided to walk around to stretch his legs. He didn't go on deep space missions very often, and therefore never really had a chance to get to know Omega Supreme too well. From what everyone else said though he wasn't a very friendly Autobot. Quiet, didn't cause a lot of trouble, but not friendly.
"Hey, Omega Supreme," Bumblebee called out; knowing the ship could hear him no matter where he was, "You ever been by this area of space before?"
"Yes," Omega Supreme answered; sounding as if his voice was coming from everywhere at once.
"Oh," Bumblebee wasn't sure what to say next, "So, um...Space sure is pretty, isn't it? So many beautiful stars and so many possibilities for new life and new experiences."
No answer.
"So...Do you have any hobbies?" Bumblebee asked; hoping to start a conversation.
"No," was the emotionless reply.
"Oh...What do you do for fun?" Bumblebee asked with forced cheerfulness.
"Nothing," Omega Supreme answered curtly.
"Oh…" Bumblebee felt disheartened. This wasn't working! "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you. I get a little restless if I'm cooped up for too long. Is there anything I can do to pass the time? Maybe some field reports or a training room or something?"
Omega Supreme was quiet for an awkward moment. Bumblebee thought the shuttle wasn't going to answer him, but then "You: go in supply closet."
Omega Supreme then lit up a path he wanted Bumblebee to follow. Organizing a supply closet wasn't a lot of fun, but it still beat doing nothing, so he dutifully followed the lights on the floor until he made it to a large room filled with loads of random stuff. Bumblebee had expected weapons or survival gear, but this room was full of the strangest collection of odds and ends he'd ever seen! The only item separated from everything else was a large blue stuffed animal behind a glass case.
"What is all this stuff?" Bumblebee gasped as he looked around the room curiously.
"This stuff: gifts from friend," Omega Supreme replied, "You: find Gameboy."
"Gameboy?" Bumblebee asked.
Omega Supreme didn't answer, so Bumblebee started looking around for what the larger mech could be talking about. After a few minutes, he found the Gameboy. It was actually a recreation of a human video game system made from haphazard parts and different colors of metal. The device looked like junk, and it was bigger than Bumblebee! It was clearly designed for Omega Supreme and no one else. When Bumblebee turned it on, there was a selection of 6 games already installed.
"Did Wheeljack make this?" Bumblebee asked.
"Gameboy: made by friend," Omega Supreme replied evasively.
Omega Supreme didn't want to tell Bumblebee that he didn't know who his friend was. For months now he had been writing letters and sending gifts to his mysterious pen pal, and had received many gifts and letters in return. Neither he nor his friend wrote long letters, but they both seemed to relish in the idea of who could give the most original gift.
Of all the gifts Omega Supreme had ever received from his pen pal, his favorite would always be the first thing he ever got from them: the blue tarpaulin teddy bear. It was the symbol that meant somewhere in the universe somebody cared about him and wanted him to feel better.
When they made it to the asteroid, it was already occupied by Megatron, Starscream, the Constructicons, and Astrotrain. Omega Supreme let the other Autobots out and transformed into robot mode.
Right away Optimus Prime and Megatron started grappling with each other. The other Autobots went after Starscream and the Constructicons. That left Omega Supreme to fight Astrotrain!
"You really think you got what it takes to defeat me?" Astrotrain asked in that echoing voice that made smaller mechs tremble in fear.
"Astrotrain: inferior to Omega Supreme," Omega Supreme replied matter-of-factly.
The two transformed into spaceship mode and started flying around each other in the atmosphere-deprived depths of space. They would crash into each other every now and then, and then they transformed again into robot modes and started attacking each other with everything from laser fire to fists!
"Astrotrain: weak. Alt mode: stupid," Omega Supreme insulted him.
"What're you talking about?" Astrotrain asked; confused, "We have the same alt mode!"
"Alt mode: unusable unless on tracks," Omega Supreme replied smugly.
"What? Hey!" Astrotrain shouted indignantly, "You're gonna pay for that, you glitch!"
Astrotrain then went to ram Omega Supreme! That was exactly what Omega Supreme was counting on. He flew away just in time for Astrotrain to hit the large meteor right behind where Omega Supreme had been floating!
With Astrotrain in no condition to fight, Omega Supreme flew down to rejoin his team in the brawl. He was sure by now that Megatron, being the coward that he was, would have ordered a retreat by now. He flew down just in time to hear those most dreaded words for countless species: "Constructicons! Transform into Devastator!"
Omega Supreme suppressed a smirk. He had to keep his face impassive, but he was secretly glad the green and purple behemoth was going to fight him. He hated the Constructicons with every fiber of his being! They had betrayed him, and had killed thousands of mechs and femmes Omega Supreme was supposed to protect! They were responsible for ruining his life, and to think they had once been friends!
Devastator was heading right for Optimus Prime, who was severely wounded from his fight with Megatron, but Omega Supreme rammed his body full force into the merged gestalt and forced it back!
Devastator roared like a challenged animal and then ran for Omega Supreme! Omega Supreme pulled a gun from subspace and shot at the charging colossus! He fired multiple times but all to no effect! Devastator was one of the most powerful gestalts in the Decepticon army, and a mere energy weapon wouldn't be enough! The monster lifted up Omega Supreme like he was nothing and threw him on the ground! It then stomped its foot into Omega Supreme over and over again; crushing several vital systems in the process!
Omega Supreme was losing the fight and losing his strength, but he still tried with all his might to get the hulking mass of Decepticon off of him! He swatted at it with his massive hands, and he tried several times to get up or roll away! It was no use! He was trapped and losing energon at an incredible rate! He thought he was done for, but before he lost consciousness...
"Decepticons, retreat!" Megatron's voice called out.
Devastator disengaged back into the six Constructicons and left with the others inside a damaged but functional Astrotrain. Omega Supreme was left wounded and unable to stand on his own.
Ironhide and Inferno were holding onto Optimus Prime's arms to help him walk. Many of the Autobots were limping or carrying fallen comrades. It had been a rough battle, and as they all converged on Omega Supreme they realized just how bad things were. They wouldn't be able to get home without him, but he couldn't transform! This was a nightmare!
"Blaster," Optimus Prime said weakly, "Can you...Get a message...to Cybertron?"
"I think so Prime," Blaster replied, though without his usual jovial demeanor, "Who do you need me to call?"
"Sky Lynx…" Optimus replied, "He's the only one...big enough to carry...Omega Supreme."
Omega Supreme tried to listen to the conversation going on around him, but he was so weak. He didn't want to lose consciousness, but his body's self repair systems would not let him stay alert. Soon, the universe around him went black, and his last thought was that his most hated enemies had finally won.
Megatron had yelled at every one of them for allowing the Autobots to destroy their new weapon. Starscream, of course, made it worse by suggesting that Megatron was to blame for his own failures. Hook sighed when he saw the mighty gash Megatron left in the mouthy jet's cockpit. He didn't mind watching Starscream get pounded, but he also knew that he would have to be the one to fix him.
A few hours later, the Constructicons were back in their shared living space. Each one of their rooms connected to their separate laboratories, and each lab connected to the common room in their wing. The Constructicons had an entire wing to themselves! Yes, sometimes it was good to be a Decepticon elite soldier.
Bonecrusher was sifting through a stack of magazines and grumbling under his breath. When his muttering became distracting, Scrapper finally asked "What is your problem?"
"My problem is we live underwater!" Bonecrusher groused, "Because we live under the ocean, we can't get any mail, and because we can't get any mail, I can't get subscription price on my magazines! I had to pay newsstand price for these!"
"You paid sticker price?" Scrapper asked incredulously, "Why didn't you just steal them?"
"Uh... ... ...D'oh!" Bonecrusher facepalmed when he realized what he'd done.
The others laughed at his stupidity, and Bonecrusher nearly crumpled his new issue of Popular Mechanics.
"Aw, shut up!" Bonecrusher spat; annoyed, "Oh by the way, I got Scavenger's issue of Steampunk Quarterly. He owes me five bucks!"
"Those magazines only cost three dollars," Hook pointed out.
"I know, but I'm charging a delivery fee," Bonecrusher explained haughtily.
"Where is Scavenger?" Mixmaster pondered, "I'm mixing my own batch of high grade high grade high grade. He never misses that!"
"Haven't seen him since we got back," Scrapper replied, "Probably hiding in his room playing with his stupid trinkets again! I swear that guy's got a problem! Did you know he has 11 human socks? They're sold in packs of 2! How did he get an odd number? Not to mention all that other scrap he keeps around there! I could probably build a new protoform with all the spare parts he has just lying around!"
"I know it's unseemly, but at least he doesn't store his junk in our rooms," Hook said optimistically, "According to Onslaught one time Swindle purchased 10,000 boxes of Casio watches from a guy in Russia, and he kept the boxes in the common room of the Combaticon base! I don't know how they put up with him!"
They all muttered their agreement. Scavenger might've been a hoarder, but at least the only one who suffered was...well, no one. Scavenger was fine with it, and they didn't have to step around boxes of his scrap. No harm done. Yet, they still every now and then couldn't help but worry about Scavenger. They feared one day he might bury himself in his own junk!
Scavenger, meanwhile, was lying on his cluttered berth sipping on a cube of energon and sighing in self-loathing. They had injured Omega Supreme. Devastator might've killed Omega Supreme! The worst part was that his friends would probably dance on the guardian robot's proverbial grave! Or even his literal one!
It was days like this Scavenger bemoaned the lack of cohesion between him and the other Constructicons when they merged into Devastator. He wasn't sure exactly what happened. Merging was kind of like the mental equivalent of dreaming. It was all so real in the moment, but once they separated again most of the memories of what they did together were completely lost.
Scavenger sighed again and stared at a hubcap that hung on the wall across from his berth. It wasn't just any hubcap though. This one had a crudely carved smiley face on it. This was the first thing Omega Supreme had ever given Scavenger since the Constructicon became Omega Supreme's secret pen pal.
Scavenger wondered if anything would've been different now if he had confessed that he was the one that gave Omega Supreme those gifts. He also wondered if anything would have changed if he had been honest with Omega Supreme all those millions of years ago when their friendship first ended.
Autobot propaganda had alleged that Megatron had a new device that allowed him to control the minds of Cybertronians and turn them into mindless slaves. It was said that many Decepticon soldiers had joined Megatron's ranks this way. When the 6 Constructicons joined the Decepticons, Omega Supreme believed they were under the hypnotic control of Megatron, and had even captured them and tinkered with their processors to try to save them. That was a scary experience; being under the knife when nothing was even wrong with them!
They allowed Omega Supreme to believe this was what happened in an effort to trap the guardian robot. At first they were going to try to convince him to join them, but when it was made clear that this would never happen, they tried to kill him! Omega Supreme responded in kind. He hunted them down for centuries, even millennia! He chased them all the way to earth, where the standoff continued.
Scavenger remembered when they were friends. Omega Supreme guarded their Crystal City like it was a priceless jewel; a treasure they all shared. He was so chatty back then, and so carefree. Now he was a bitter mech that barely spoke and only lived for revenge and his duty to the Autobots. It seemed as if Omega Supreme wanted to kill the Constructicons just so he could finally properly mourn their loss. It was strange to Scavenger that he was the only one who could figure this out.
The other Constructicons hated Omega Supreme. He hunted them like animals, and they were happy with what they had done to him during that last battle! Scavenger, however, knew that Omega Supreme's bloodlust was their fault. He knew they did this to him, and for the umpteenth time in his life he asked himself if what they got out of it was worth what they paid.
Omega Supreme thought they were coerced into being Decepticons. How much more would he hate them if he knew the truth? They destroyed the Crystal City as an act of loyalty to prove their worthiness to join the Decepticons! It had been an initiation! They had joined the Decepticons because Megatron offered them a chance at real power, and had given them what they always wanted...He gave them Devastator!
After all this time, however, it didn't seem like a fair trade. The energon of every mech and femme they had ever killed in exchange for Devastator. And now...Now Omega Supreme's life might be another price they paid.