Find him.
Two words. Simple. Insignificant.
Two words that changed everything.
Two words that were not meant for my ears. But I heard them anyway. Find him. Find him. Find him. Like a sick, annoying mantra chanting in my head. Find the traitor. Capture him. Kill him. Make sure he doesn't talk.
Fine. Whatever.
I was stationed at one of the space bridges, leaning against the monitors, royally pissed. Do this. Do that. Like some sort of fucking slave. I could be doing something right now. Something worth doing, like shooting someone in the ass with a lethal weapon of some sort. Not in a fucking Autobot disguise playing the fucking nice femme act and giving a flying shit about everything anybody was saying. The manager or whatever was giving me a total rundown of the mech I was supposed to be looking out for. The escaped Decepticon spy convict. Some sort of insect with stingers and a broken speech impediment. The mech I was supposed to shoot through the processor so I can get on with my slagging life. Destination Unknown. Location Unknown.
Shit slagging fragging flip frally whoop de fucking do.
"Widow?"
You have no idea how much I wanted to show that Autobot prick how hard I could punch. Primus, you do NOT know. I also wanted to find Screamer, wherever that little ass hole was, and shove a pole through his aft for giving me that designation. Widow. Widow. Excuse me while I go squish a bunch of fucking spiders why thank you. Aft kissing little sycophant….
"Yes?" I smiled sweetly, clenching my teeth. I am this close, THIS close….
"You're destination is ready," he informed me with his shit-eating grin.
"Super," I smiled, "I'm so excited."
Stepping onto the space bridge platform, before being pulled in, I gave that officious bastard a cheery offending servo goodbye. When I was red-optic-ed again, I was going to hunt him down and remove his legs. Not because he was mean, or ill-tempered, or even slightly annoyed with me, but only because he served as a reminder that I had to pretend to be NICE to someone for the first (and primus please let it be the last) time in my entire existence.
Star had warned me about this alien planet. It was loud, I would have to remain in car mode most of the time, and the habitants…well…as she puts it, it would take the patience of a fragging saint to keep me from trying to wipe all of the off the face of the planet.
Unlucky for them, I was no saint.
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His name was Wasp. He was green, purple optic-ed, half- crazy, and after a mini-bot named Bumblebee that was stationed on Earth with the rest of his crew. I've heard horror stories about the stockades. It was Star's worst nightmare. It was all of our worst nightmares, that, and being at the receiving end of Megatron's cannon. But even as my processor wondered off to other things, I could still hear Shockwave's voice ringing in my audios. Find the traitor. Make sure he doesn't talk to anyone. Kill him. Hide the body. Poor green bastard. Going through all that trouble to escape. Only to meet up with me at the end of his little vendetta trail.
Coordinates from Star of the Autobots hideout were helpful. Of all the Con's to find them, it had to her. Not that it was negative thing for the Autobots, my sister wouldn't hurt a fly, much less storm into the Autobot base and start shooting things at random. And if they were to go anywhere, I could follow, and they could hopefully lead me to my prize.
Strolling along in my black Camero form, I parked and waited. Kept my sensors open for that small green car. I was a small car as well, when I was stationed on earth as an under cover bot. A '61 VW Bug.
While I brooded, they all sped off out of the back entrance, and I sped off after them. Off to a nature reserve they went, and split up. Great. I'm on a fucking stupid assassin mission and they all lead me away to watch the pretty birds and flowers grow. Beautiful.
I slumped against a large tree in my blue-eyed Autobot form. Wings gone, and it felt so weird.
And that's when I saw him.