Nobody's Servant {Prologue}
Author's Note;
Hello, please excuse the poor details and such for the following chapters I am still working on my fanfic's details so please Bare with me. Any whoo! Please give me 'Constructive' feedback and read the Artist Notes below either after reading or before, it explains alot. But this is just a small Prologue for my Main Oc: Inkstreak.
Now please enjoy~3
Universe - Transformers: Prime
Pairing(s) - Oc X Cannon, Oc X Oc
Rating - PG-13
Warning(s) - Mature Language and Ocs
Status / Type - On-Going / Chapter Story
Nobody's Servant Prologue
'Dead by Noon'
"Past is Past. It's keeping it that way that's the hard part..." ~Personal Quote, Inkstreak
"Love is like water; we can fall in it, we can drown in it and we can't live without it." - Unknown
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Eons Ago...
Location: Iacon City
Identification: Inkstreak
Class: Seeker
A Seeker or flying Cybertronian were often the main officers in the ranks that consist the two divided captiols that were Kaon and Iacon. One built off the success of one's processor and a well oiled mind while the other off hard work and the sweat on your back. Both always conflicting, either negative or positive. Always disagreeing in ways that one could only muster a small thought about. One of those 'disagreements' was the major injustice of balance in the Caste system on the Machine based Planet called CYBERTRON. The City of Iacon always lived the highlife while Kaon actually worked for that exact 'Highlife' they themselves never received. Inkstreak or preferably known as Ink was apart of the many that were constructed in Kaon; that felt this exact injustice work it's twisted magic, manipulating the femme the first moment her spark began to pulse. Inkstreak hated the inhabitants of Iacon for this exact reason, her young tested spark twisting in ways that could make a processor spin. But nonetheless she still had commanders surrounding her constantly with orders, all from that dreaded 'Golden City' that was Iacon. Inkstreak stood, silent as stone near the alleyways of the tall forbidden city. Her bright crimson red optics blazing in the dimlight. Standing in what was certainly not one the most pleasant parts of Iacon, Ink stood awaiting for the mech she planned to meet. "Inkstreak?" In response the red and black femme looked boldly up, her sharp dark features blending with the dankness of the Alleyway; her red optics the only indication she was actually there. "Swindle?" Hissed Inkstreak, unfolding her arms to stand erect. A somewhat short mech stepped out of the shadows a broad grin set upon his square features. His chest a broad glass covered square an indication that his alt-form was of Land base. Ink's wings twitched in disgust at the very thought of being 'Grounded' "My Dear~ Nice to see you again! I see your paint has-"
Inkstreak snarled silencing the mech harshly with a glare. "Silence Dealer! I have come to see if you have your connections set!"
Inkstreak glared at the pale Black and purple mech. "Y-Yes my Dear of Course! A high ranking Energon Seeker Squad leader like yourself would never be disappointed by my wonderful talents" Cooed Swindle with a hint of pride.
Inkstreak snorted, "Of course. Flatter someone and then flatter yourself also. But Swindle, the real question is... " The much taller winged femme leaned forward pausing for effect. "AM I IN OR NOT!?"
She snarled, her hiss nearly echoing through the alleyway. Swindle flinched then immediately lifted his servos up, a hint of fear breaking his usually calm and manipulative mask. The dim street lights from the buildings smudging across his face in shadows. "Sweety! Doll face! Shhhh! "
He put a single digit to his faceplate and hissed. "The guard would most likely have me sent to prison for this kind of stuff if they over heard us talking! That's the point of setting this meeting in the dankest part of Iacon to talk Remeber?!" He pleaded suggestively, giving Inkstreak the urge to regret her outburst. Only for a moment though cause it came back: with the fury of a horde of hungry Scraplets.
Inkstreak merely huffed and stared down at the mech. "Swindle I am paying GOOD rations of MY high grade for this so you better get the connections set 'My Dear" Purred Inkstreak earnestly. Swindle merely shurgged and held out his servo. "They are SET Ink. I was able to put you in the competition. Even though your going to be the only femme there..."He paused for a moment before blurting out in a huff of tears." Please reconsider this! Your my best customer! Your going to go out like a dead spark!" Pleaded Swindle angrily, his servos set up in desperation. "You'll be offline by the time the timer strikes High noon!"
Inkstreak looked deep into his optics and snorted. "No Swindle. And being a 'Best' customer to a black markets dealer isn't something I should be proud of." The black and red femme turned on her heel and lifted up a servo waving back at him. "I am in the competition to battle the most heroic and Poetic Leader of the Kaon revolution." Swindle looked up at her with wide optics as a cursed smile contorted her features. "Please Ink don't remind me-!" Inkstreak smirked:
"The greatly Infamous Gladiator:-"
"...Megatron."
To Be Continued...