Title: Treacherous Stars and Flying Phoenixs
Type: Romance
Rating: T, though rating may move up either on request or due to certain events in the story.
Summary: Phoenix. A young grounder in the world of G1, and an innocent Autobot through-and-through. But when a Decepticon is banished and joins their ranks, she faces decisions that could hurt not only her, but also those around her, and the Earth itself. There is a clear line between love, loyalty, and reputation, and Phoenix is about to test those lines like they've never been before. Starscream/OC.
Characters: Starscream, Megatron, Optimus Prime, Jazz, Bumblebee, Sideswipe
I do not own Transformers, only my OCs Phoenix, Dragonia, Wolfbane and Cyclone.
Megatron stood behind the wall of glass, hands clasped behind his back and gazing out at the vast ocean. The sea decorated the room in colours of blue, green and purple, casting a serene glow over the much-used rec room. A dark shadow would fall on the room as the occasional large sea animal passed by, only to be returned to it's original state immediately as if nothing has happened. It would almost seem calming if it weren't for the multitude of squishy creatures that swam past, occasionally collecting themselves to inspect the strange ship before scattering again. They were much too similar to the humans for Megatrons liking. Every single squishy creature, should his will be adhered, would be killed. They were disgusting, their customs and traditions even more so.
The hissing of a door behind him warned the silver tyrant of a certain Seeker's approach, but he did not react. Their hands were empty apart from a datapad sitting in one hand, gripping it so tightly it was a miracle it hadn't crumbled yet. He knew he wouldn't have to say anything to get Starscream started on his rant, and by the sound of his footsteps he was especially pissed off. This would be fun. In 3... 2... 1...
"What are you playing at, Megatron!" the Seeker shrieked, stopping just out of reaching distance in case the tyrant decided to punish him for his outburst.
The tyrant merely turned his head slightly to the side, watching his Second-in-Command out of the corner of his optics. A smirk ghosted over his features for a second, but it was gone before one could suspect. One could almost say Megatron purposely did this now. That he purposely wound the Seeker up, if only to gain amusement from his obsessive ranting and feel some amount of satisfaction at his loss of control. The more Megatron did it, the easier it became, and Starscream's hissyfits were almost a common occurence nowadays.
"Are you honestly so lacking in a processor that you'd even think to send me on this... this suicide mission!"
"Are you quite finished?"
"NO! I am your Second-in-Command, in case you have forgotten! You cannot do this to me!"
"Quite the contrary, Starscream. I am leader, therefore I may do as I please."
Megatron's tone left no room for argument, and he now turned around to face the Seeker front-on. Starscream closed his mouth with an undignified 'hmph,' refusing to meet Megatron's gaze. He knew firsthand what that gaze could do to a mech, and was not in the mood for the silver tyrant's games. He couldn't believe this! Megatron was sending he, Starscream, his most valuable warrior, out to be Autoscum-food! He was not expendable! He was the pompous scrap-heap's best warrior, yet he chucked him away like he was nothing more than a mindless drone! It was outrageous! Unthinkable! Positively inconceivable! that the Decepticon's best soldier was being tossed away like nothing but a peice of trash! And it was yet another reason why he should be leading and not this rusty bucket-head.
"I refuse." Starscream stated bluntly, giving Megatron a blunt look.
He was not doing this. He was not going to take on such an utterly pointless mission, which had a very low chance of succeeding anyway! If his ever so glorious leader was so eager on the idea, then why didn't he send somebody expendable like Dirge! Or Shockwave. Yes... Shockwave would be good... or even that annoying telepath... When Starscream became leader, he'd make those two suffer. He could see all the humiliations now, and the overwhelming sense of power that they brought with them. He'd show those two slag-suckers for being so loyal to Megamoron! Someday, they'd be begging him for mercy... just like Megatron would be begging him for his life.
"You seem to misunderstand me, Starscream," Megatron said coldly, optics narrowing as he glared down at his subordiante, "I was not giving you a choice-"
"I REFUSE!" Starscream screeched, and before he could even consider the consequences of his actions he threw the datapad that he had been holding at Megatron.
Megatron easily caught it, red optics flashing as he slowly drew his gaze away from the datapad and towards the red Seeker. His optics were dangerously calm, and his lips drawn in a tight smile. His faceplate had transformed from his usual cruel sneer into a calm mask of serenity, a sure sign that he was not pleased. He could stand a little impudence, but interupting him? Starscream of all mechs, should know better than this.
And by Primus did he ever.
The red Seeker whirled away, attempting a quick dash for the exit. Megatron tossed the datapad away and, with a feral snarl, lunged for Starscream, catching him by the wing and throwing him to the ground. Starscream let out an indiginant shriek as his wing was crushed underneath Megatron's foot, leaving a large dent that would take some explaining later. In desperation, he fired a shot at Megatron from his nullray, catching him in the side of his faceplate. If anything, though, he merely pissed him off.
Megatron reached down, foot still on his wing and pinning him to the ground, and ripped off the Second-in-Command's nullray. Starscream's screams could be heard throughout the entire base, a high-pitched screech that made pretty much anyone cringe. Starscream watched in agony as his prized weapon was so carelessly thrown to the other side of the room, bouncing off the far wall and landing on the floor with a clang. Starscream quickly followed, being picked up by the throat and slammed into the wall almost instantly after.
The smaller mech slid down the wall, crumbling to the floor and curling into a defensive ball. Unfortunately for him, it did little to save him from Megatron's wrath. Blow after blow landed on his lithe form, until his body was littered with various dents and leaking Energon from cracks in his armour, his wings ruined and weapons discarded like scrapmetal.
A dark shadow fell, Megatron standing over his quivering Seeker. He visably flinched as the Decepticon Leader bent down, roughly picking him up by arm (or what he had left of it) and dangling him in the air. Starscream couldn't find the strength, or defiance, to meet Megatron's gloating gaze, optics cast towards the ground in what would appear to be defeat.
"Excellent," Megatron remarked, a sneer playing over his features, "Get going. Your mission starts immediately."
Feel free to tell me what you think- whether negative or otherwise. Flamers? Well, as long as you speak sense and don't run your mouth off, it's fine. If you're going to complain about my story, please, at least tell me why. I enjoy people pointing out the flaws as much as I love feedback. Suggestions are very much welcome, but I can't use everyone's ideas, sadly. Still, if you can give me something to work with, I'll most likely find some way to put it into the story.
Confused over the story? Well, it's the prologue, so it was sort of the point, although I am well aware I didn't give you much indication as to exactly whats going on. All shall be revealed in chapters to come. And honselty? Grammar, volcabulary, spelling mistakes etc? Please point them out. I didn't check this story over properly before I posted it.