Wheeee, my first attempt at a Transformers fanfic so please go easy on me. :)
A quick sum-up of the plot:
Ever wondered what happened to the Decepticon femmes? Well, I did. So I made a story.
Main Characters:
Crusader (Decepticon femme Commander)
Blaze (Decepticon femme second-in-command)
Viper (Decepticon soldier)
Vertigo (Decepticon soldier)
* means comm talk.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers but Crusader, Blaze, Viper and Vertigo are mine :P
Prologue
The smell of burnt metal filled the air as the femme seeker glanced around taking in what was surrounding her. Agonised screams were everywhere as gunshot after gunshot were fired. She closed her optics, trying to calm herself. A faint voice was ringing in her processor, asking why she had done this in the first place. The pain in her broken spark seemed nothing compared to this. This; the memory of seeing your own femme soldiers dying around you.
She opened her optics and shook herself, reminding her that she was in the middle of a war - a war that she couldn't win.
*Crusader to Blaze, do you read me?* - Crusader
A few moments passed but eventually a cracked voice came through, guns being shot in the background.
*This is Blaze. What are your commands?* - Blaze
Crusader settled herself behind a rock and sighed heavily.
*Call off the attack; gather every femme you see and head over to this location. Co-ordinates are being sent now.* - Crusader
*What? You can't call off the attack! We can't back out now!* - Blaze
*That was a direct order! We can't risk any more lives; we're losing too much!* - Crusader
A long silence followed.
*...We'll meet you there.* - Blaze
The Commander changed her comm link settings and sent out a message to all femmes.
*Decepticons, retreat. Head to the given co-ordinates immediately. Anyone who refuses will be left behind.* - Crusader
The femme transformed and flew to the co-ordinates she had set, a place far enough so that the mechs couldn't go after them.
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'Blaze? Where are the others?' Crusader asked, frowning at the three femmes that had just flown in infront of her.
'...There aren't any others, 'Sade. We're all what's left,' Blaze replied painfully.
'What?! Are you saying that there are only four of us left?!' Crusader yelled, form shaking in rage.
'Yes.'
'SLAG!'
The Commander picked up a medium-sized tree and threw it into a river, yelling expletives as she did. She drew out her null rays and started shooting into a dense forest, not caring if her shots hit any form of life. She was usually a patient and disciplined femme but after all she'd been through, especially the loss of her entire army, it was enough to make her snap.
The other three femmes stood quietly as they watched their leader yell out everything that was crushing her spark. The pain, the regret, the denial. She yelled freely, expressing her entire self, tired of keeping it all in and tired of standing tall and mighty. She had gotten off her high pedestal and sunk lower than she had ever sunk before. But she didn't care. She needed this.
After a few more yells and screams, the Commander finally settled herself and turned to her remaining soldiers.
'I'm sorry you had to hear all that,' said the Commander, head hanging in shame.
Her second-in-command walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
'We understand,' she said. 'You tried the best you could.'
'Obviously my best wasn't enough,' Crusader muttered.
The other two femmes shuffled nervously behind them, scarred by the whole situation. They had never seen their leader act like that before and had no clue what to say or how to react.
The green and white femme stumbled for words but the youngling beat her to it.
'So, what now?' the femme asked, looking up at her Commander.
Crusader looked at her warily.
'We have lost our entire army. There's only one way to survive this. We must join the Autobots.'
Howzat? Good or bad? Reviews are greatly appreciated.