Star Wars + Transformers
Binary Star and Sky
Summary: The Decepticons are exiled from Earth, after a fight with the Autobots. Only to be discovered by the Republic. The Decepticons take advantage of the situation.
Robots just love Anakin. Literally. Or: Where Starscream is not an after-thought, but the main-character he should be. Alternatively: Beauty and the Beast Robotic Styled
"Oh, what should we do now, fearless leader." Starscream mocked, while pacing the Control Room. Of the ship all the Decepticons were currently stranded on. After another, crushing defeat by the Auto-bots. "The Autobots tricked us! Drove us from Earth! Our ship lost power in mid-air, leaving us stranded, Who-knows-where. Mindlessly floating about!"
"Don't forget." The small, hammer-bot of Soundwaves added. The mini-microcassette, Frenzy. "We're out of energon-cubes."
"Yes, and theres that." Starscream agreed, flatly. "Well, we could hardly expect our supplies to last a few months. Now could we?"
"Just be quiet!" Megatron rebuked, impatiently.
"Well, while you think of a plan, I'm going to think about how I can not starve." Hammer-guy/ Frenzy added.
"Soundwave. Get rid of him."
Soundwave picked up the small robot.
"I'm going, I'm going." Frenzy said, turning into a purple casset-tape. Which then flew back into his chest-compartment.
Starscream scoffed. "We need energon. We need a base. We need to attack!"
"We need an advantage." Megatron interrupted.
"On Cybertron, we were destroying Autobots everyday of the week." Starscream argued, pacing. "We didn't have to hide, to retreat."
"And yet, they still survived. It gave the Autobots experience in subtlety." Megatron noted. "Then, they gained human allies, and their weakness became an advantage. Perhaps, we should leave Earth..."
"Megatron!" Starscream objected.
"Temporarily." Megatron amended. "There are other flesh-creatures. Some have never heard of the Autobots or Decepticons."
"Hey, Megatron! We got company!" The Decepticon maning one of the computers called out.
"Is it the Auto-bots?" Megatron asked, walking over to the Captain's chair.
The View Screen turned on, revealing a strange, ship.
"Doesn't look like it." The random Decepticon noted.
"Have you seen anything like this, Starscream?" Megatron asked.
"Yes, Megatron, I believe I have." Starscream admitted. "There is a section of space heavily colonized by flesh-creatures, that produced ships of similar design."
"Are we receiving a signal?" Megatron asked.
"Yes, Megatron."
"Put it on the view."
Instantly, the view-port flicked on. A human flesh-creature filling the screen.
"Greetings, Unidentified vessel." The red-haired, bearded flesh-creature said. "I am General Kenobi, from the Republic ship Negotiator."
"I'm Megatron, of the Decepticon ship, Arial-Blast." Megatron greeted, with all the pleasantry he reserved for allies he was planning to betray.
"Forgive me, Captain Megatron. I'm unfamiliar with the Decepticons?"
"And we seem to be missing information about this 'Republic'. Perhaps we could come aboard, will... shed some light on the situation?"
"Well, you do seem in need of abit of help?"
"I wouldn't turn it down, General Kenobi." Megatron tactfully agreed. "If you could spare the energy, or the cargo-hold?"
"The cargo-hold?" Kenobi asked.
"We've found, humans can hardly... accommodate our size."
"We might be able to organize a tug." Kenobi agreed, thoughtfully. Not promising anything, notably. "With your permission, of course. Then, maybe we could organize a discussion?"
"My Second-in-Command, Starscream," Megatron said, motioning for said Decepticon to step into view. "can organize the engineering."
"I'll see to the matter, immediately." Starscream added.
"This is Commander Cody. I'm sure he will be able to make some arrangements. We should also be joined by the Resolute, and General Skywalker, within a few hours. I'm sure he will want to take over."
"You are, of course, invited over to our ship." Megatron continued, helpfully. "If its more convenient, we could also join you."
"I'll take the invitation, gentleman." Kenobi agreed. "Permission to board?"
"Permission granted." Megatron accepted, with a nod. Ending the transmission on his com-panel. Then turning to Starscream. "What do we know, about the Republic?"
"Well, due to the fact flesh-creature live out such teeny lives, most of the information is out of date." Starscream reasoned. "But it is a government, encompassing thousands of planets, including quite a few non-human flesh-creatures. They are governed by a council, that are supposed to represent their planet. Closely aligned with a group of superior flesh-creatures, know as the Jedi."
"Superior?"
"Relatively. They use weapons that cut through any metal, even our own. Durability and combat vastly exceed that of most flesh-creatures. I remember the scientific community thought them fascinating." Starscream explained, trying not to sound too interested in the subject. And yes, they were still interesting, even now. The science had been fascinating, and Starscream had barely glanced at the reports. "At the time, they were at war with the Empire. However, it was a common theory they were involved entirely because the Empire was founded by a group called the Sith. Apparently, the two groups were mortal-enemies."
"Weapon capabilities?"
"There were a few that posed a danger, even to us." Starscream admitted. "Their armory however, proved no match for Cybertonain weaponry."
"That might have changed."
"It could, but there was also some indications their society was regressing."
Megatron nodded. "When our new 'friends' arrive, treat them as honored guests."
"Megatron! I must protest!"
"That is an order, Starscream. Until we arrive at a planet, we cannot afford to alienate our means of rescue." Megatron declared. "Also, this is an opportunity to use the Autobots advantage against them. They have obviously found a way to use their humans."
Starscream nodded. It was hard to deny their wasn't some sort of advantage to the humans... the Autobots kept wining, after all. On Cybertron, the Autobots were a joke, fleeing almost every battle. Granted, when Cybertron was still gold they were actually a good fighting-force, evenly matched.
"Soundwave, alert the rest of the Decepticons." They would be on their best behavior, the Decepticons planned far too many double-crossing to be caught off-guard by odd-alliances.
OOO
The shuttle landed in the launch bay. The small, miniscule craft completely dwarfed by the huge bay, of the Decepticon ship.
Two humans jumped out of the shuttle, landing on the floor. Then looking around, in wonder.
"General Kenobi." Megatron greeted, with Starscream at his side.
"Ah, Captain Megatron." The leading human greeted. "It's good to meet you in person."
"The pleasure is mine." Megatron continued. "If you wouldn't mind, I would like to offer you a tour of my ship."
"I'd be delighted, Captain." Kenobi accepted the offer, walking to the Decepticons side.
"General!" A flesh-creature objected.
"At ease, Cody." Kenobi calmed it. "I'm sure I'll be fine, with our new friends, here."
OOO
It was an odd scene. Megatron himself, escorting a small flesh-creature through the Decepticons own ship. The red-haired human like an ant next to the tall, towering leader of the Decepticon. Almost running, to keep up with thhe Decepticons footsteps, and pretending it was a lesurely walk. Patiently talking to the human, and protected him from the minor-damage (to Decpticons, life-threatening to a human) common on a Decepticon ship. Especially after such a major loss, when energon was low, and tensions were high. However, it was hardly the first time they (temporarily) conspired with a flesh-creature.
The blue fighter-jet, Thundercracker and Dirge were having a scuffle. A metal pannel flying toward them.
Megatron, pointedly, gabbed the debry, before it landed on Kenobi. Throwing it back at the two Decepticons.
The metal hitting the two, and disrupting the fight.
"Why, I oughta-" Dirge said, before looking up, at the Decepticon who interrupted their fight. "-Megatron!"
"Dirge, Thundercracker." Megatron introduced them. "I trust, you have a good reason to be wasting energon, fighting?"
"Uh... Just keeping our skills sharp!" Thundercracker quickly excused.
"Ah. Well, I'm sure your... enthusiasm, can be put to much better use, helping Starscream and the humans with our repairs."
"Ah. Aye-aye, Megatron." They both said, saluting. Then quickly walking off, presumably to find Starscream and report.
"I trust that didn't startle you too much, Kenobi?" Megatron asked bending down to (try and) look the human in the eyes.
"Yes, thank you." Kenobi said. "Are your people always so... confrontational?"
Megatron paused, thoughtfully, even as he stood up. Most humans wouldn't even ask, would take their behavior as baseline, or outright dismiss it. "That is... a difficult question. Suffice it to say, this is a...stressful situation."
"Well, you promised an explanation." Kenobi retorted.
"For one, we're nearing the end of our supplies." The most pressing issue, certainly. Ignoring Kenobi's not-so-subtle dig for information. "Speaking of which, what is our destination."
"I was thinking of the capital of the Republic, the planet of Coruscant." Kenobi answered. "To request for aid. Or a visit to Corellia, if the problems mechanical in nature?"
Megatron was impressed, and irritated. Not only was this small flesh-creature able to hand a near-death experience (via crushing, at that) without being shaken. It also inferred about their... relocation status.
"We are in need of both, flesh-creature." Megatron countered. It was true, if they were to play the humans, they would have to be seen as the victim, no matter how galling. Though he was, unable to resist the barb at the human, for exposing the weakness.
Kenobi just smiled. "Can your ship handle a weeks journey?"
"Mechanically, yes." The ship was fine, other than a few sabotaged parts.
"And this, engergon?" Kenobi asked. "It is some sort of fuel?"
"It's energy converted into energon cubes. Electricity, oil, natural fuels." There were alot of ways.
"I'm assuming its akin to a physical need?"
"We eventually slow and deactivate."
"Well, I'll have to talk it over with the crew."
Hopefully, the humans would share. Otherwise he would have to start ordering Decepticons to shut down. They were always very irritating when reactivated, Megatron would almost say they were afraid. Unstable. Megatron was always half-convinced they'd organize a rebellion, every time. Not worth it, no matter how tempting. No need to give Starscream accomplices.
"If you could give an estimation?"
Megatron almost smiled. It had been so long since he'd met anyone he could practice those diplomacy skills. It was one thing he missed, since those early days on Cybertron, before the War really began. Even if he preferred brute-force solutions, whenever convenient.
OOO
"Jedi Anakin Skywalker." Anakin as he finished introduced himself, and crew, with a bow. "I have been expected, to help with repairs.
Starscream paused, looking to his fellow Decepticons, looked on, thoughtfully. They shrugged.
"That was... actually a good name." One of them noted.
"Thanks." Skywalker said, amused.
"What? It is!" Skywarp said at his fellows strange look. "All those human names. Timothy. John. Caleb. Samantha. June. Agatha. They don't make any sense. Skywalker is so much BETTER."
Meanwhile, Starscream was very interested in the first word. Jedi. A real life Jedi! The scientist in the Decepticon couldn't hold back an inner cheer, at the opportunity to study one, for himself. "Right this way, fle-ah... Jedi Skywalker."
"Could we check the damaged systems, first? See what we can do?"
"I'm not expecting any miracles, human."
OOO
"Cal me Megatron." The leader of the Decepticons said.
By this point, they had arrived in his command room. Personal space (beyond shelter from the elements) being a human concept, Cybertonian-life didn't really exercise. Decepticons did, however, believe in private conversations within the military, and classified work. So, rooms set aside for the command structure to talk, without ease-droppers.
"Very well." Kenobi agreed. Scratching his face-hair.
Not that they were very impressive, beyond the sheer size. All grey walls, and tiles floors. No furniture, no color, just an open room. If they were human sized, it would be a very dull, very sparse room, that not even the Jedi see as acceptable. However, to Autobots or Decepticons... Well, to their sensors, it was reflecting of his rank, as leader. Indentions, carvings in the wall, patterns of wire, and conduits, weaving in and out of the walls, in reminisce of the lower-levels of Cybertron decorated the walls, and floor.
"And how you came to be in the middle of nowhere...?" Kenobi bluntly asked. Pointedly ignoring the open viewport.
Megatron had been avoiding the question all evening, so he could forgive the General for being less-than-totally-diplomatic.
This conversation would require care. Starscreams summary hinted that the Republic may have some records. Megatron had no idea how much they actually knew about Cybertron, or the Autobots. Not to mention, if they were going to be useful, Megatron needed a story that wouldn't fall apart at the first misspoken word, or contact with the Autobots.
He was also planning a long-term operation. Perhaps permanently, depending on how things went. Not the usual procedure, but Megatron was tired of retreating.
"We come from a planet called Cybertron." Megatron began, already crafting a cover-story. Full of half-lies, exaggerations, and a few facts. "Both the Autobots, and the Decepticons."
"Two sentient species?" Kenobi asked. "Am I to assume your both machinery?"
"Technically, we are the same race." Megatron continued. "The Autobots favor land-transportation. The Decepticons are mainly flight-based." He then, transformed himself, for a second, and at Kenobi's shock, turned back into his robot-self. "With many exceptions. The difference is mainly... ideology."
Megatron looked at the human, who quickly reovered, gave a go-on gesture.
"Cybertron was in decline... One might say overpopulated. A once glowing world, beginning to dull." The Golden Age had been breathtaking, even if Megatron had only seen the very end. He'd heard stories of the overwhelming gold, light that burned your optics if looked upon unaided. When it seemed as if the energy would never run out, never stop. "The economy had long since been set, and almost stalled."
"Most worlds have a similar story." Kenobi offered.
"A small group of Autobots-" it had been so long since Megatron had called himself Autobot. He had always been the Decepticon, but at the time, to the common population, their had just been no other word for sentient-machine. "-had just been produced, identifying themselves as Decepticons. Well, let's just say I'm pleased to be known as a Decepticon." There was a reason no one ever masqueraded as an Autobot, unless it was their protocol. Not for moral reasons about spying, or any inability. "We arrived in a world around made, with no place for newly produced Cypernetics, with no connections to the existing infrastructure."
"I assume that didn't go over well." Kenobi stated, dryly.
Megatron chuckled. "To say the least. In any case, a rebellion began. The Autobots, who assumed Cybertron would eventually heal, or at least always be somewhat-plentiful, and were content with society. And the Decepticons, who had started a banner for the under-privileged, that were being slowly starved of energon."
Plenty of Decepticons had been recruited that way. Some still had a grudge over their past impoverty. It had certainly been easy to mold those new Decepticons into what they were now. The long years of wining the war, of dominating the Autobots, had cleansed alot of the tempers, but the embers remained.
"I assume their was a battle?"
"You assume correctly, human. The Cybertonian War. Which then devastated Cybertrons natural resources." That had been a shame. Megatron definitely hadn't expected to turn the planet into a Silver-Age. It turned out Battle-oriented Autobots burned twice as much energon. How was he supposed to know?
Honestly, Megatron had assumed the stories of blinding-gold Cybertron to be a myth. The rumors about Cybertrons fading resources to be propaganda, to explain the growing poverty. It had certainly worked to recruit Autobots. Not that Megatron overly cared about the drainage, but it had been his home planet. Nowhere else compared to a glowing Cybertron.
Yes, he was disappointed. He would have loved to rule a Golden Cybertron. The dull, energon-less world definitely wouldn't support enough Decepticons to rule. Was a waste of resources to try.
Kenobi must have thought it was grief. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's not your fault." It was the Autobots, the War. "The remaining Autobots and Decepticons fled to the planet of Earth."
"You sound hesitant." Kenobi noted. "If thats because of colonzing, I understand some cultures have a problem, but you needant worry. Most planets are fine with it."
It was, indeed a problem, sometimes. Cultures being outright offended at switching planets, of space travel, even temporarily. Judging by how they spoke of Cybertron, the planet could have religious value. Not that he expected it to be a problem for sentient-androids, but they were hardly alone.
"Earth was already colonized by humans." Megatron admitted.
"By colonized, you mean...?"
"We would have heard of any Republic, if they were aware." Megatron assured him. "A single world, low-level technology. Computers were fairly new, at the time. No connection to any other planet, or species."
"And you chose such a planet...?"
"Chose, no. But it was a planet, rich in energon. We had already arrived. For most Decepticons, and I assume Autobots, that was enough." Megatron explained, the fact their was another lifeform there, was no consequence. "It then introduced another moral divide between Decepticons and Autobots."
"Really? Do explain?"
"The Autobots wanted to work with the humans." Megatron half-lied. "I'm sure we would have gotten around to it, eventually." The humans were useful, after all, even if it had taken the Decepticons decades to truly acknowledge it. "But, we had just come out of our own war, Cybertron was in ruins. Our resources destroyed, we were refugees squatting on a planet that wasn't our own." Not the reasons they'd refused at the time, but those were definitely reasons. "I just believed that it wasn't the time to get involved in... humanitarian efforts."
"Not even to rejoin the Autobots?"
"Hostility towards the Autobots runs deep, Kenobi. And even if we did inquire with the humans, would it even the right choice? To introduce a primitive society, that had just barely discovered space travel, to advanced technology? Disrupting their own development, in the process. Not to mention, humans are just so fragile. What can barely injure a Cybertonain would outright destroy a human. Is it really good to introduce our discoveries, when our durability is so different? What would they do with the power to destroy cites?"
Not that the Decepticons cared about MORALITY. But those had definitely been a tactical question. And Megatron had personally wondered why the Autobots didn't think of that, when giving humans technology.
"How could we have lived next to these fragile life-forms?" Megatron asked, aloud. He had wondered how the Autobots were able to.
"That, I cannot say." Kenobi offered, with a smile. Tellingly sympathetic.
"We had to make the decision. The Autobots choose to try and merge our society. Which was fine, well-not fine, but the war was over. Cybertron was finished. I'm also sure they'll touch the technology issue eventually, but its heartening that their thinking the matter through." Megatron would have worried about Prime's sanity, if the Autobots had done anymore. "The Decepticons, however, decided against joining the humans. The human governments took offence."
It had also taken a few attacks. Because humans just didn't believe in giant, technological, sentient robots. With more powers than humans believed possible.
"That sounds tiring."
"Yes. Especially considering we take energy from the planet to survive. For the Autobots, it was fairly simple to inform the humans that they needed to borrow a power-plant. They were allies, intent on joining regular society, at some point. For the Decepticons... well, we were forced to seek out means to sustain ourselves, and there was... a lack of options. Later, we would find abandoned and uninhabited areas, but at the time." This, Megatron seemed to shrug. "We needed energon. Immediately. And because of... a less than impartial scouting team, we weren't exactly aware these humans were... well, sentient."
"I take it the Autobot rose to defend their benefactors?" Kenobi asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. And Cybertron's war of Decepticons vs. Autobots began again. With the Decepticons at a disadvantage. We tried. Eventually, we were forced off the Earth. With whatever supplies were already onboard."
"Well, I'm sure the Republic can sort out your living conditions." Kenobi offered.
"Yes. Far away from Cybertron. While the Autobots are planning their next move. The one good part about Earth was its closeness to Cybertron, and our enemies close." There wasn't many reasons to stay on Earth, but those were major ones.
"Surely they wouldn't go through all the trouble to exile you, in order to chase you down, later?" Kenobi questioned.
"Theres enough prejudice grown on both sides for it to be tempting. Not to mention, the Earthlings are fairly certain we're pure evil."
"No creature is evil." Kenobi assured him. In a silent show of support. "Only misguided."
Megatron smiled, his plan was going well. "I only wish all humans were so understanding, General Kenobi."
"Please, call me Obi-Wan." Kenobi offered. "After all, we're going to be working together, for awhile."
"Glad to hear it, Obi-wan."
-
Notes: Incidentally, this might be a Megatron/Kenobi ship. I'm not sure how, but their getting along splendidly. Right up until the Decepticons betray the Republic, then I keep picturing Ventress-flirts. Maybe its the dry wit? The impeccable politeness (at least, while the Decepticon's plot is in motion).
Also, as for the language. Well, both the Autobots and Decepticons seem to understand English (if no other Earth language, but quite a few alien languages, if some of the old-cartoons are still cannon), so its safe to assume, and plot-convenient. English=Cybertonian=Galactic Basic. Also, the Decepticons start off thinking humans as 'it', then once they start caring, their 'she' until someone lets them in on genders. I don't think they do that in movies/cartoons, but it does make things more interesting. Not that the Decipticons ever start caring for mere humans, in cannon,
Why: I was thinking that fem!Naruto would the healthiest pairing Anakin could have, what would be the most unhealthy. I did consider Alyssa (Silent Hill) or Justine (Amnesia). This also might be Obi-Wan's unhealthiest pairing. Because Megatron would totally ignore the issue.
Preview:
The first thing Star Scream always noted, was how small Skywalker was. Oh, all humans were, but with that human, it actually bothered him. It actually was what enlightened him to the fact the small flesh creatures had genders. He wasn't quite sure how that thought slipped his mind.
If Star Scream was a normal cybertonian, he might have realized that he was thinking an awful lot about another being. Might even had acted on it (not likely, since Megatron, but you get the idea). As it was, if Star Scream could be described in two words, it was ambitious and self-centered. As it was, he hadn't really thought about the issue. As Star Scream was also rather focused. So instead of realizing he might be developing feelings, he was far more concerned with how he could use his current resources to overthrow Megatron.
Then, while flying through Coruscant, he looked into a window and noticed Padme and Skywalker kissing. And suddenly remembered he was also rather petty.