Imagos Star: The Legacy of Kings
Disclaimer: Transformers are Hastak© I don't own any of them, other than my own OC if there are any appearing in the future.
Introduction: Wash, Rinse, Repeat
A/N: I only found out what AU means a few weeks ago, but hello! Welcome to the intro of this fanfic. It's based off an idea from a previous fanfic, but for the newcomers (and a personal challenge for myself), you don't have to read the previous fanfic to find out anything, 'cause this one will explain all…I hope XP Oh, and just for a pre-emptive warning, if there are any weird, weird ideas that you'll come across soon, I'll try my best to explain it, thanks ;) On with the story.
Gazing upon the scene one might think that the sky, in all its cosmic fury, rained comets in direct protest of the edifice towering over the jagged landscape. Now, all the structure could do was succumb to the carnage at its base, Transformers teeming inside its anatomy like metallic ants. It sluggishly bowed in defeat to the flames patterning it's broken surface, threatening to crumble carelessly on the unfortunate.
Such a pity then, that Megatron's plan has come to the unsurprising conclusion of failing again. The Autobot's did well.
And so did she. Yes, she. For too many vorns had she obediently stayed in the guise of some capricious mech, waiting patiently for some philosophical revolution in the history of Decepticon females. But alas, the wait was futile, when some brown nosing cassette-deck was too…how shall we say, 'curious'. Okay, she hated Soundwave. But it's hard to like someone so fiercely loyal to Megatron, and so possessive of his own rank as the Decepticon's (only) communications officer. After all that masquerading, the tape deck managed to convince their leader she had something to hide. The veil was off, the wires were parted…
…And Starscream was reborn again. Okay, not really. So Starscream was female. Another ambitious femme con out to make a name in the big world for herself, just like many other starry-eyed innocents. What else can she do? Firstly, she is the only female legally authorised to join the Decepticon army. Starscream even kept her prestigious rank as the Decepticon's finest second-in-command, and despite the gender ratio, the red seeker didn't mind being the only optic candy available on Earth. Surrounded by lonesome males missing their mates, their partners or just missing the opposite circuit boards, she tolerated their wandering optics in exchange for their reverence. Love her, hate her, ogle her as they might, they wanted her, they needed her. Talented, sophisticated and ravishingly beautiful, if her comrades didn't favour her before, at least they can continue doing so with someone even better to look at now.
Megatron had to have the lion's share because he is their leader, and all who didn't serve him instantaneously chose death. Starscream wanted the Decepticon leadership and she would do anything to get what she wants, even if it came with a free grey Decepticon. There's another surprise. Optics rolled, shoulders raised, palms opened, Starscream no doubt became Megatron's partner, and willingly took her as his intimate punching bag, as opposed to the regular, snivelling, punching bag. But wait! What would a romantic drama be without a love triangle? If Decepticons weren't dysfunctional enough, which short sighted fool would be brave enough to shoot himself in the head to prove his love?
Thundercracker. Always known to let his mind wander, admiring the greener grass on the other side of the hill. The events that were to conspire were next to predictable. Megatron got his way, Starscream naturally disagreed with his opinions and the duo had a falling out. It's not the first time the Decepticon troops have witnessed and unwillingly participated in their personal squabbles. It was different now. Starscream had to go beyond physical injury to harm the silver Transformer with more petty underhanded methods if she must. Twenty-eight months to collect the energon needed to fuel Megatron's plans. Two months of planning the construction of his latest death machine, and an extra twelve days to construct his latest weapon in strict confidentiality.
Four and a half days to bring ruin to Megatron's affairs. So it wasn't any different, but Starscream didn't mind either way. The sight was almost breathtaking. Standing at an appropriate distance, the Decepticon female raised her head to the sky and broke into hysterics at the glorious scene playing in her optics, watching the ash flutter aimlessly in the heat of decadence.
A/N: Yes, Starscream is the queen! XD Jes' kidding! Gonna maybe rethink the title and/or clean it up ;)