Author's Notes: Greetings fellow readers, I am posting something new now and I hope you shall enjoy it. Having discovered the story Iron and Grace by the writer Glenn and Katina Rentholen I have become inspired, much as CareBear1 was in creating the companion piece Fix You. This makes me sort of third as far as collaborator go, I have taken it upon myself to create a companion piece of my own detailing the sides of both stories from the Decepticons point of view. With their full cooperation and aproval, lacking a Human protagonist to relate to I'm afraid you'll just have to grow to like or hate the Movieverse Decepticons introduced in this story.
Disclaimer: I Sithicus make no claims to owning any of the characters in this story, the Transformers and all related characters belong to Hasbro/Paramount/Dreamworks/Don Murphy/Michael Bay and all the rest involved in creating a brilliant masterpiece of a blockbuster called Transformers.
The Characters of Ella Brass and the Brass family are creations of CareBear1 used with permission.
Bold Script is translated from Cybertronian or Cybertronix, take your pick on the name of the language.
Itallicised refers to inner thoughts.
Premise: Following the Events of Transformers The Movie, Starscream now leader of the Decepticons takes it upon himself to reclaim the lost piece of the AllSpark from Optimus Prime and use the energy reserves of Earth to restore it to all its' glory. Along the way casualities on both sides are fierce and the plot involves quite a few twists and turns as we take you from 2007 to the year 2024 and the events of Iron & Grace as depicted in Kat's Fanfic. Abbreviated for simplicities sake.
So without further ado I present to you...
Chapter One: Homecoming.
The coldness of space did nothing to prevent the traversing of alien vessels when the necessity arose, not even one who was more than meets the eye as he at last docked with the great ship Nemesis, sole survivor of a doomed mission… Or so it would appear. Converting instantly into his robotic form the Decepticon known as Starscream marched purposely towards the waiting group. Those sent back to await orders just in case something went wrong, and wrong was an understatement. This was a fiasco.
"Megatron is dead, killed by a disgusting little gnat of a fleshling." He pronounced to those gathered.
"Impossible!" Dreadwing exclaimed in outrage, Starscreams optics narrowed as he glared at the predominantly black, and light blue unit who had adapted a facsimile of the Terran MIG-29 Jet Fighter.
"Not impossible when you consider he shoved the Allspark directly into Megatrons chest." He revealed. "I can not believe the selfishness of Prime, through his actions he has doomed Cybertron to oblivion." He muttered aside stalking towards the exit of the semi-massive docking bay, it had been designed to fit any sized Decepticon after all and some of them could tower over hundreds of feet in the air.
"Megatron can never die." The red and grey Swindle argued he had adopted an Earth automobile form during the preliminary searching for the Allspark years previously.
"The Allspark was never meant to be used in such a manner." Dropkick countered his optics blinking; upon arrival to Earth he had elected to adopt a pick-up truck form after all not all of the Decepticons could blend in searching for the Allspark as military vehicles. Dropkick, Payload and Swindle had been instrumental in searching urban areas without arousing as much suspicion as the still absent Barricade.
"What now?" Payload asked confused, Starscream paused and glared darkly at the wall or more accurately the Decepticon hiding in the shadows near the wall.
"Retrieve the bodies." He decided. "Our proper recycling procedures must be observed, we are not barbarians after all and some may even be salvageable." He added the trio of uni-optic Decepticons all nodded while Dropkick smiled and all four hastily made their way to the departure station to carry out their commanders' orders. A shadow detached itself from the wall and followed Starscream from the semi-cavernous docking facility, though his appearance resembled Starscream a great deal their facial and cranial designs were noticeably different.
"The Allspark destroyed Megatron, but what of the others?" He wondered in a lower toned voice, Starscream grimaced.
"These flesh beings have ammunition called Sabot rounds; intense heat is delivered through a complex mechanism… Enough of them killed Blackout and possibly Scorponok while the humans and Bumblebee destroyed Devastator." He replied. "We hadn't heard from Scorponok since Qatar." He added with uncertainty in his tone as to the animalistic Decepticons fate. "Prime decapitated Bonecrusher; I couldn't retrieve him myself after that craven coward Barricade retreated. Frenzy's probably still picking up the pieces." He finished with a smirk at the thought of the sawed off punk getting what he deserved, the doppelganger following him shook his head and reached up forcibly halting Starscreams' progress with a hand on his shoulder.
"Intense heat weapons, these humans are resourceful just as he warned us." He noted distastefully. "What do we do now?"
"Devise a means of resisting these weapons." Starscream replied. "Even if we must ask him for assistance." He growled darkly.
"Want me to find Barricade?" He asked. Starscream shook his head negatively.
"No Thundercracker, contact the others if you can. I want everyone back aboard the ship immediately so that we may…" He paused a dark smile crossing his features at the thought of what he was about to say. "Honor Megatrons passing." He finished bemusedly.
The Autobots couldn't possibly have suspected the threat magnitude currently present on the planet; their own ship had been destroyed prior to arriving here during a skirmish with the Nemesis. Of course the Decepticons vessel hadn't fared much better, they'd had to limp to this solar system at sub-light speeds and it still couldn't leave the orbit of Mars it currently maintained.
However the stasis locked crew had remained intact and for that Starscream had been most grateful, so naturally there had been many soldiers to choose from. Thus the Autobots knew nothing of the true multitude of enemies they might have faced had Starscream not been more cautious in his plans once the Witwicky brat had been discovered to possess the key to the Allsparks location.
Dreadwing dived into the ocean in his current MIG-29 Fighter mode, Swindle and Dropkick had been left on the shore due to their current configurations. Leaving only Payload to track down Barricade, Frenzy and Scorponok, provided the scorpion based unit was still alive. Of course there were others, Hardtop was on guard duty though Dreadwing hadn't thought to convey this to the others impatiently waiting, Wreckage was actively searching for any trace of the Autobots. And then of course there was the Osprey hovering sixty-five miles above the oceans surface, Incinerator was his name.
"Be careful." Incinerator broke in over the communications line. "Extreme cold freezes us, stupid liquid covered planet." He added his twin rotors whupping so fast they might have burned out on a regular helicopter of his type.
"Extreme cold puts us in stasis, but that's why I'm the bot for the job if you'll pardon the pun." Dreadwing sneered internally as he reconfigured back to his Cybertronian submersible form, being able to alternate between selected alt modes was a gift the Decepticons enjoyed where their Autobot enemies lacked sufficient designs to pull it off as effortlessly.
"Bonecrushers' probably fumin' something fierce, he only got decapitated after all." Incinerator remarked with a vicious laugh how he knew that Dreadwing could care less, probably spying on the battle during the fight at Mission City. Switching on his powerful lights he soon reached depths that would crush any flesh creatures mechanical structures. Pieces weren't hard to find, arms flipped out and started salvaging the claw-like appendages easily handling even the largest parts belonging to Blackout.
"Blackout's gone." He reported with surprising concern in his voice, Decepticons weren't compassionate by nature, but that didn't stop them from respecting and appreciating each others existence. Unless you happened to be a power seeker such as Starscream who cared nothing for his soldiers, then again most Decepticons didn't like Dreadwing because of all the pranks he enjoyed pulling on them. "Slaggin' humans that did this are going to pay." He declared even as the first sign of Devastator appeared.
"Revenge isn't a smart move right now." Incinerator pointed out.
"Dreadwing, Incinerator hurry up… The Autobots may be easy to fool, but the humans satellite systems might realize something is off about our presence here. Incinerator doesn't exactly have orders to be here by any military base." Swindle cut in nervously, being the least armored of the lot it made sense he'd be a little jumpy.
"Shut up." Dreadwing barked surfacing to unload before heading back for the rest of the parts of the massive Devastators' body, Incinerators winch lowered and Dreadwing used his claw appendages to load them into the seemingly small bucket. "Hardtop's on patrol and he'll keep us alert to any change in the plans." He informed.
"Don't start with me or I'll rip off your arms, I still haven't forgotten that trick you pulled dumping sugar into my gas tank." Swindle shot back with a low growl, Dreadwing chuckled; the crushing depths once again giving way to him as he resumed the salvage operation. The advantages to being an alien submersible craft meant you could move ten times faster then those pathetic nuclear powered monstrosities.
"Promises, promises." He retorted beginning to gather up Bonecrushers' body, suddenly movement made him stop short. It was impossible anyone else was down here, but that didn't contradict the fact primitive life forms existed at these depths. A large tentacled beast swam past ignoring the presence of the foreign entity that was a Decepticon, shifting positions he finally found the last of the fallen Decepticons, and the most feared. "Megatron." Dreadwing whispered in reverence of his fallen leader, it was strange seeing the Decepticon leader lying prone and lifeless considering how fearful he had been to his troops back on Cybertron. The body had fallen into an awkward position one arm bent at an odd angle and the broken leg forced into a twisted lump from the hip down, almost like a tower poking out of the dark silt at the bottom of the ocean.
"Did you say something?" Incinerator asked thoughtfully, Dreadwing mentally shook his head to clear it and began to retrieve his fallen leader far more cautiously then he had the others.
"Nothing." He returned. "How'd his leg get blown off anyway?"
"Wreckage said some of the soldiers played target practice when the Autobots left, one of them being a Captain Lennox I believe." Incinerator replied Dreadwings' lights dimmed with his anger; how dare these primitive carbon based beasts desecrate the body of the great Megatron.
"Starscream better have plans to exact vengeance against these animals…" He growled darkly trailing off in an effort to contain his rage as he searched for the errant limb.
"Yes, if we have to live on this dust ball because of Primes negligence then we'd better be eliminating every last member of this disgusting race." Dropkick agreed with a laugh of twisted delight anticipating the carnage of such a massacre.
"If we aren't I'll see to it myself." Dreadwing proclaimed securing Megatron to his roof as he propelled himself to the surface at top speed. "And this Lennox germ will be the first to feel my wrath."
Back aboard the derelict Nemesis Starscream entered the laboratory complex; it was atypical of Decepticon labs due to the fact that the one operating in it was more unorthodox then many of the other Decepticon scientists. Bulky equipment rested haphazardly about the room, in one floated dissected humans that had been retrieved when they first arrived planetside in two thousand and three; according to their own calendar. What was more disturbing was the fact they still lived, the Decepticons would have been disgusted by this if they didn't fear the scientist more.
Standing close to Megatron in height the hulking purple robot used his right hand to reconnect the heart of a female to her torso while her head floated beside the body in a jar force into watching every gruesome thing done to her.
"Judging by your demeanor I take it Megatron was destroyed." He said not even looking up, Starscream nodded affirmatively.
"You tried to warn us Prime might try such a tactic, but you failed to mention that humans were so… Impulsive." The current leader and former Air Commander noted thoughtfully.
"Logic dictated Optimus Prime capable of such a desperate ploy to preserve the status quo." He returned distractedly tossing the female humans liver aside. "As for human impulsiveness… They are such a chaotic species it makes sense for them to act rashly, to your advantage in this instance apparently." He added turning at last from his work to reveal a lone optic unit pulsating with a yellow glow, which resembled vaguely the facial design of Dreadwing, Payload and Swindle. Considering he had created them it was obvious he'd choose his own designs in their construction and not all Cybertronians enjoyed typical designs more associated with humanoids.
"I want to prepare a defense against these Sabot rounds and we'll need to contact as many fellow Decepticons as possible." Starscream began crushing the severed limb of the female in his clawed hand out of frustration ignoring the pitiful mewling of the soon to be dead beast. "We will conquer this world, we will show these primitive beasts that infest its shores we are not as weak as they would think. We are Decepticons." He proclaimed the purple unit shook his head.
"Logic dictates that would be a fools errand Starscream, vengeance serves nothing and there is a far better use of our time had you been paying attention when Megatron was terminated." He pointed out moving to a computer terminal and inputting commands, his massive left arm tapped delicately alongside the hand on his right with the tip of the cannon which served as left appendage. The image playback showed Prime bending over Megatron and taking something from his chest, freezing it the unnamed unit enlarged the object in his hand and Starscreams' optics began to glitter.
"The Allspark may yet be salvageable." He whispered reaching out as though he might grasp the shard in Primes hand; his companion nodded optic glowing in a smile.
"That should be our goal now, restoration of Cybertron." He stated, Starscream smirked and crossed his arms over his chest manifold.
"And how would you propose we do that Shockwave?" He demanded bemusedly.
"Logic dictates that circumstance eludes me at the moment, but I am confident I will solve that mystery." The Decepticon known as Shockwave replied, Starscream didn't doubt him the cyclopean scientist was relentless when it came to his precious logic.
"In that case I will leave that planning to you, for now I'll get the others to begin searching for the Autobots most likely hiding." He proclaimed turning to leave. "And dispose of these… Test subjects, we already know how to kill them." He snapped disdainfully swiftly departing the laboratory; Shockwave eyed the tortured and desolate humans, brief curiosity still visible in his lone optic. And then he incinerated them with his cannon arm, there were always more to be found on this oddly illogical planetoid.
To Be Continued