Title: Face Down: Retrograde
Authors: grlwdgrntrk (original fanfic, Face Down) & asmyth (tie-in ficlet, Retrograde)
Rating: T (may go up)
Warnings: …none in this chapter.
Disclaimers: Transformers © Hasbro, Face Down OCs/plot © grlwdgrntrk
Summary: Drabble/Tie-in to Face Down Now bonded, Burnout and Barricade reflect on past events and in doing so causes memories to resurface that were better left forgotten…
A/N: Obviously, this is a tie-in ficlet to the fanfic Face Down. That story in particular is one of the best pieces I've read on here, and every time I read another chapter I always want more. If you haven't read it, (shame on you) then you can find it under my favorite stories in my profile as this fanfic will make no sense if you haven't. Otherwise, enjoy the read!
Chapter One: Introduction and Intimidation -part 1-
Barricade
It was on a simple whim that I entered the bar that night on Cybertron so long ago.
I recall the details of it perfectly. I had come into the city gathering and training recruits for Lord Megatron's army of Decepticons. Most of the mechs were a far cry from joining into the ranks; easily distracted and a high lack of discipline…but I wasn't the least bit concerned for them. In time they would learn to hardened soldiers, and if drilling them at every location we stopped at be the only course of action, I was prepared to do so.
However, after we stopped in Iacon, their pit-spawned annoyances became a little too…aggravating for me. Instead I gave them another task to memorize the grid of the city. I would test their knowledge of it later on in another drill. And so I ended up at an energon bar that night. When I first entered, the loud drunken voices of the other patrons did little to calm my nerves, but at the same time it amused me somewhat; that every civilian here was completely ignorant to the war that was about to erupt. There were some that knew- the guards in front of the bar being an example- but everyone else was wrapped up in the remaining bliss of the Golden Age.
I continue to scan the area, and like the feeling of an intense concentrated shot of energon suddenly rush through one's circuits, did the same feeling surface when I laid my optics on her.
A waitress that served at the bar- a simple femme- caused such a stimulating reaction…a reaction that felt familiar but couldn't place. I disregarded it as a simple notion of lust; she was indeed one of the more beautiful ones I had seen. She begins to move toward me as I rest my gaze completely on her now. She offers me a drink and I accept, and she simply turns away, showing not even the slightest hint of fear- another quality that fueled my desire to take her as a souvenir once my platoon left Iacon…
A/N: No, it's not done yet. I plan on doing several different scenes from the story. Up next, we get Burnout's point of view. R&R please!