Hiya! My third Transfic, and my first CHAPTER Transfic. Yay me. Though I REALLY need to work on my other ones... this idea has been bumping around my head ever since I saw the preview of Energon, and I just HAD to write it. We all have fics like those, right?
This is a semi-sequel to Gravedigger, though you don't have to read that to get this. If you don't want to, don't. My feelings won't be hurt, and you won't be confused. But thankee to all the people who reviewed Gravedigger!
This story will be from the Decepticons' POVs, mainly Demolisher, Cyclonus, and Wheeljack, maybe a little from Tidal Wave, maybe some fanchars, and maybe a little about their Minicons, but only Decepticons. This is supposed to be a fic that, as Haley Macrae has said, "Gives a Human side to the Decepticons." Don't expect much pro-Autobot stuff here. I'm trying to end the Cons' bad reputation, explain how the Cons got to be where they are in Energon, and explain where some of the missing Armada characters (e.g. Wheeljack and Sideswipe) went to between series. C'mon, don't tell me you've never wondered where Sideswipe went? I, for one, want to know why he isn't following his "brother" everywhere in Energon.
One last thing: As you will recall, at the end of Armada, Optimus Prime was floatin' around in space. No one seems to wonder when he came back to be in Energon, and all the transition fics I've read act like he was there the whole time. I'm just pointing out that he WASN'T there the whole time, because that's important to the fic. Prime won't be appearing for the first few chapters, sorry.
And I don't know Cybertronian time measurements. I've heard the words vorn and cycle and stuff, I just don't know how long that is. So I'm sticking to hours, minutes, days, etc. If anyone is willing to explain Cybertronian time, I'd appreciate it.
Now, on with the fic!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, either Energon or Armada, and I don't own the song "One" by Creed, which will have little quotes throughout the fic. I don't even own the title, it's a quote from "One." However, I do own the plot, and any fanchars that pop up.
Words in italics mean they're thoughts.
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Sanctified By Oppression
Chapter 1
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"The goal is to be unified; Take my hand, be my brother."
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"Five minutes, five minutes, five minutes, five minutes..." Cyclonus chanted to himself, then checked his internal chronometer again. "Four minutes, four minutes, four minutes, four minutes, four minutes..."
"Cyclonus, will you PLEASE cut that out?!" Demolisher pled. "I'm trying to relax a little, and counting down the minutes until we reach Earth isn't helping."
"Aw, poor baby," Cyclonus mocked. "I don't care if you are the new Decepticon leader, I ain't taken orders from you! Besides, I'm bored. We've been on this stupid ship for twenty hours, and my game died."
Demolisher growled as Cyclonus resume his chant. Stupid Earth video games, with their stupid short-life batteries. Now, if GameBoys had been made by Cybertronians, they wouldn't die for centuries! Demolisher didn't even know how Cyclonus could play those tiny things. He'd probably got someone to make a Transformer-sized version.
He, Cyclonus, Wheeljack, and Tidal Wave were on their way to Earth to negotiate the peace treaty between the Autobots and the Decepticons. All they had had so far was a short-time agreement between the factions' MIA leaders. Now that the war was officially over, they had to come up with some sort of permanent treaty.
"Hey," Wheeljack said suddenly. "Isn't the name of the Decepticon leader supposed to end in –tron?"
Demolisher thought a moment. "Yeah..."
"So, shouldn't your name have a -tron? Since you're the new leader."
Cyclonus cackled. "Ooh, Mighty Demolitron! Great name!"
Demolisher glared at Wheeljack. "You HAD to get him started, didn't you?"
"Hey, I'm bored too. I just needed something to talk about," Wheeljack said defensively.
"We're about to land!" Cyclonus announced. "Thirteen seconds, twelve seconds, eleven seconds..."
"Good luck with the Bots," Wheeljack said, fastening his seatbelt. Even giant transforming robots have to fasten their seatbelt when coming in for a landing. "See you when you're done."
"What do you mean? You guys are comin' with me!" Demolisher said angrily.
"Two seconds, one seconds, LANDING!!" Cyclonus looked out the window, and frowned when he couldn't see Earth's landscape. "Hey, we're supposed to be on the ground now! Demolitron, go beat up the pilot or somethin'."
"My name's not Demolitron," Demolisher grumbled. "If you want to beat up the captain, go do it yourself."
"Is that an order?" Cyclonus asked gleefully. "I think I will!"
The second Cyclonus unfastened his seatbelt and stood up, the ship landed, knocking Cyclonus all the way across the room. "AAAUGH! I'M SUING!"
"What does 'suing' mean?" Demolisher asked. Wheeljack shrugged.
The threesome left the ship and waited on the landing pad for the escort that was supposed to find them and take them to the meeting room, where they would discuss the treaty. They had no clue how to get around the Autobot base, so they didn't have much of a choice but to wait.
"Where's Tidal Wave?" Demolisher asked suddenly.
"I think he's still in the ship," Cyclonus said. "Can I go get him? I don't want to wait around for some Autobot!"
"Be back in five minutes," Demolisher said, waving Cyclonus off.
"If I'm not back by then, sent a search party!" the helicopter cracked, going back into the ship.
"Someone really needs to tell him he's not funny," Wheeljack muttered, leaning against the ship. Demolisher grunted.
They waited there for a bit, listening to unidentified noises coming from inside the ship. Demolisher tried to stay calm. He had never had to write a treaty before. Heck, he'd never even had an education! He had been a stupid soldier since the day he was born. A stupid soldier who now had his own army. Whoopee.
There were only a few things the Decepticons really needed to get out of this treaty. The right to put other planets under the control of the Decepticon Empire (of course, the Autobots would want them to leave Earth alone), the right to keep Minicons, and they needed to stay a separate faction. The Decepticons were warriors by nature, but also in their programming was the want for expansionism, to extent the boundaries of their property. Which is how the whole "take over the universe" thing got started. The Autobots only wanted Cybertron, which was one of the two factions' differences. And the Bots probably wouldn't have much of a problem with owning Minicons. They owned Minicons too, right?
What Demolisher was really worried about was staying a separate faction. There had been some talk since the war had ended a couple of months ago that the two factions would merge into one. That would be bad. When the Decepticons took control of a planet, it would be the Autobots' planet too. The Autobots would have equal control over the Decepticon Empire; they'd have equal say in how it was governed. And the Decepticons didn't want to do things the Autobot way. That was why they WEREN'T Autobots.
But, of course, the Autobots would want the Bots and Cons to be at peace once and for all, and to do that they seemed to think that they'd have to be one faction. That would never work. They'd all be at each other's throats within months. Especially since both their leaders would be inexperienced... whoever the new Autobot leader was.
"It's too bad Starscream's dead, isn't it?" Wheeljack said lightly, as if he were talking about the weather. Obviously, he didn't care too much for the Seeker. So, why did he mention him?
"Why's that?" Demolisher asked.
"Well, he was an Autobot for awhile, right? He'd know his way around the base. We wouldn't have to wait for a guide," Wheeljack replied. It was then Demolisher noticed the tenseness in Wheeljack's lower jaw. He actually wasn't as casual about this as he was letting on. He was probably pretending to be calm.
'Wheeljack must be pretty nervous about being in the Autobots' base,' Demolisher thought. 'He used to be an Autobot. Now, to be here where they can do whatever they want to him... He probably thinks they want to kill him or something.'
Before Demolisher could answer, they heard footsteps from the other side of the ship. Turning, they saw Blurr come around the side of the ship.
"I'm supposed to take you to the meeting room. So come on." Blurr turned to go, expecting them to follow him.
"Wait a minute. Cyclonus and Tidal Wave are still in the ship," Demolisher said. Blurr stopped. "Fine. Have it your way," he muttered, leaning against the ship.
"Not very social, is he?" Wheeljack commented. Blurr glared at him.
About a minute later, Cyclonus flew out of the ship in his helicopter mode. Tidal Wave followed, walking. "Found the big guy! Now let's go! I'm getting bored."
"Bored?? You've only been out here ten seconds!" Demolisher exclaimed.
"That long already? Let's get to this meeting thing now!"
Blurr led the group down a long hallway. Demolisher guessed it was the main hallway, where you could get to any other one. But what did he know? Maybe the Autobots liked long hallways.
One way to tell when you're desperately trying to distract yourself: You start having discussions with yourself about hallway length.
Blurr stopped in front of an unmarked door. "This is the room," he said shortly, then turned and left.
"Not very social, is he?" Cyclonus said. Wheeljack muttered something about copycats.
Demolisher ignored them. 'Okay, open the door slowly, peek in and see who the new leader is, then go in. Or if it's someone I think I can't handle, close the door slowly and get the heck outta here. I'll find a new Decepticon leader. Would Wheeljack be any good?' Demolisher slowly reached towards the access pad to type in the unlock code, but froze. 'Wait a minute. I'm the new leader of the Decepticons! I don't need to be afraid of some lousy Autobot. I'll just open the stupid door and get it over with!'
Demolisher typed in the code and let the hydraulics in the door open it with a /whoosh/. Bracing himself, he looked into the room and almost laughed with relief when he saw the only person in the room was the yellow guy, sitting at a conference table. Hot Shot, one of the least experienced Autobots.
"So, you're supposed to be the new leader?" Demolisher asked, amused. He was feeling a lot better about his bargaining chances now.
Cyclonus was really getting a kick out of this. "So, Demolitron and Shotimus Prime?! What a riot!"
Hot Shot glared at Cyclonus. "The name is Hot Shot. Not Shotimus. Remember that."
"Fine, whatever," Cyclonus said. "Hey, 'Hot Shot,' did you ever notice that if you change the O's in your name to I's, your name is Hit Sh--"
"Maybe you should wait outside, Cyclonus," Demolisher muttered. No matter how inexperienced, it isn't a good idea to annoy the commander of an enemy army."
"Maybe I should," Cyclonus said cheerfully. He stood where he was. "Just so you know, I don't take hints."
"Fine! I order you to go into the hallway! And if I see your ugly little propeller in here before this meeting is over, it'll end up shoved down your THROAT! Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-yes SIR!" Cyclonus stuttered, saluting. It took a lot to get Demolisher angry. And if he's your new leader, you probably don't want to be the one who made him mad.
After he was sure Cyclonus was gone, Demolisher pulled out the only other chair at the table and sat down. "Let's get this started already," he muttered.
"Okay, fine," Hot Shot said. He glanced nervously up at Tidal Wave and Wheeljack. There were three Decepticons in the room and only one Hot Shot. "By the way, did you really change your name to..."
"No. My name is not Demolitron," Demolisher interrupted. "Okay, first of all, there are several things that are gonna be in the treaty, no two ways about it..."
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And that's all, folks! Ain't I a mean little bugger? You have to wait until the next chapter to find out how the meeting went.
This chapter was kinda slow, but it'll pick up after this. Trust me. It'll get interesting...
Please review! If I get enough reviews, I'll put this fic at the top of my updating list and put most of my plot bunnies to work on it. So, please? My bunnies are getting bored...
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