Africa
Starts after Revenge Of The Fallen
Banishment was boring.
Africa was boring.
Zebras everywhere, but those couldn't be scared. They were too stupid for being scared. Actually the whole place looked like the stuff the squishies called cat toilets. They once had a cat at their base. Barricade had brought the brute. Then it was suddenly gone. Megatron still didn't know what happened to it. The only thing he knew was that his leg itched sometimes since then.
He could just hope that Starscream would show up soon.
[Two days later]
The seeker didn't appear. He also didn't respond to the calls of his leader. Megatron made a mental note to shoot him into the stratosphere. Or even further. Much, much further. Maybe till the end of the universe. But wait – did the universe have an end?
He was distracted by a high pitched scream – again. He looked down. There was the source of the screaming: A squishy-femme. He had found it yesterday. He had already forgotten its designation. But his astonishment was great when he found out, that the creature didn't fear him – like the zebras ... those stupid, fucking zebras!
Instead the squishy had actually looked for him. Because it was a fangirl, it said. His fangirl. He would boast with that in front of Starscream, that was for sure. The traitor certainly didn't have something like that! ... When the fucking piece of useless scrap would show up, that means! Maybe the squishy would also stop screaming until then ...
[One week later]
No trace of the seeker. Megatron was convinced that the stratosphere was far too beautiful for him. He changed his mental note to 'kick into a black hole'. Fucking fuck!
The squishy was still there. The screaming had stopped indeed. Instead it continued with a high pitched squeak. It should get its vocaliser checked, that was for sure. Something had to be wrong with that one.
[Two weeks later]
By the aft of the Allspark, where was that damned seeker?!
[Nine months later]
There was still no seeker in sight. Double fucking fuck!
The fleshy had started to leak in the morning. There was something wrong, obviously. Maybe she should go and get checked by the TÜV ... The screaming had also begun again. He decided to get disposed of it before it soiled everything. What a low, degenerated species! And how this squishy drove his processors crazy!
Where the fuck was the plate-burned, coolant-sniffing traitor?!
[Three hours later]
A monstrosity.
A crime to the – although underdeveloped – nature.
And he wasn't innocent, as it seemed ... even if he would deny it by the ashes of Cybertron!
The squishy was nomore. But it was not Megatron who ended its pathetic existance, much to his displeasure. That had ... well ... he? ... she? ... it done?! He wasn't sure about it ... Oh, it was just a fucking monstrosity! And the worst part was that it was his monstrosity! He decided to call it 'extremely take-out-worthy'. For a second he asked himself if 'take-out-worthy' even was a word. Then he decided that he could use the words of this disgusting fleshy-language as he liked to! Yes! Furthermore he doubted that a word for a creature like that already existed. No matter which language we're talking about.
He was about to charge his guns to sweep this thing away from the earths surface as the zebras around him paniked. Shortly after he heared jet engines.
[Somewhere else ...]
Everything went wrong – again. But how should it have been different? It was a plan of the oh-so-high Lord Megatron after all! Now the situation was worse than ever before. The Fallen was junk, Optimus Prime was far too jolly – and to make matters worse Megatron had not croaked from his injuries. Even Starscreams still aching servo couldn't excel the last fact.
Now this laughing stock of a leader was sitting anywhere in Africa, waiting for him. He had been waiting nearly ten months now. Now Starscream decided to show mercy and answer Megatrons proper desperate tries to contact him. Not least because his spam-filter couldn't deal with the wall of messages anymore.
After some – very comfy – hours of flight he finally reached Africa and the location of his self-appointed leader. Comfy like he had come to the continent he touched down and waited for the ungrateful piece of scrap in leading position to call him names as usual – but nothing happened.
Megatron was distracted by something else. He asked himself why of all things his SiC showed up now when there was no use for him! His optics moved from him to 'extremely take-out-worthy' and back again. Starscream followed his glance – and didn't believe his eyes.
There was a squishy-femme, lying in her red energon, that the fleshlings called blood. But that wasn't what suprised Starscream – if it wasn't for the rest of the scenery.
Megatron was standing above her and stared at his SiC with wide optics. But the thing that shocked Starscream rested between the dead squishy's red-blurred legs. An abysmally ugly creature, so disgusting that Starscream could imagine that the moon already dissociated itself from earth – with growing speed. But before he could calculate, if something like that was really possible and if so, which consequences it could mean for the planet, he was distracted by Megatron. That is to say the leader had come to a decision: Who was to blame for the Decepticons meeting their Waterloo at Mission City and Egypt? Definitely Starscream! Who was responsible for the disappearance of the cat? Certainly Starscream! Whose fault was it that he was sitting in this fucking desert for months now? The answer was 'Starscream'! And who was therefor to blame for the existance of 'extremely take-out-worthy'? Simply Starscream! Who had accomplished what he hadn't gained within the last months – to scare the shit out of those stupid zebras? Starscream! So it was his task to take care of that thing! After all it was all his fault!
„Take it away!", he ordered.
His SiC was so taken by suprise that he not even complained. He just stared at the other mech. „Take ... it away?"
Yes, he should take it away. Best before the able-to-flying idiot got what 'extremely take-out-worthy' really was. Otherwise Megatron could forget his position als leader of the Decepticons ... for good and all! With this shame, that would stuck to him like antimatter, no one would accept him anymore! Starscream would use this information to his favor – he would spread it, rub it in, transfer it to the Autobots and sell it to the New York Times!
But his SiC didn't move, so he was forced to continue with a harsh „At once!".
Everything within the seeker resisted against this simple command. How in the fucking pit could something like this thing exist?! It was far beyond ugly, far beyond ... everything like that! With a disgustedly expression on his faceplates he approached the creature. He had to admit that his scientistic nature arose for a moment and he asked himself how something so abhorrent could come into existence. Squishies were ugly, that was for sure, but that they could produce such monstrosities was new to Starscream.
Under the pestering glances of Megatron he finally reached out a servo to grab the thing. As his claws got near the creature it tried to bite him – only to find out that this wasn't a good idea. Finally Starscream lifted the – obviously not that bright – being off the ground. It looked at him with big eyes.
Yes, it was absolutely ugly, but why did it seem like ... yes, like the existence of this creature would insult Megatron himself? To be exactly: The question was, why Megatron was insulted now. The squishies already were an insult for the existance of every Cybertronian – and he never reacted to them like that! Something was wrong here.
„Daddytwat!"
Silence.
Complete silence.
Starscreams optics went from the thing to his leader and back again. Seriously ...?
First he smirked, then he burst into laughter. This piece of rotten flesh was the offspring of there oh-so-great leader?! Oh, if this information pierced the ranks! By the time the Autobots got to know it, Starscreams leadership couldn't be stopped anymore! Probably the 'bots would even help him to get rid of this insult to their race aka Megatron!
He tought of the most beautiful plans when he suddenly was grabbed by the neck. Right afterwards he found himself pinned to the ground, the energonlines between torso and processor were branched off. The disgusting creature was still in his claws.
Although Megatrons energon felt like back then when he crash-landed in the Arctic he had reacted with great presence of mind. Now he had to intimidate this piece of space-scrap. That was the only way he had left. He could just hope that this would work – otherwise he would have to accept new candidatures for the position of the SiC.
„If you ever lose a single word about this, you will be offlined – permanent. Understood?"
„Y ... yes, Lo... rd Meg...a...tron."
The grip loosened, the energon ran back into his vains. Without hesitation the seeker disappeared. Okay, so much for the glorious plan. He would have to find another way to overthrow Megatron. But first there was the question how he should get rid of the monstrosity. Black hole? No, to rare. Supernova? None in sight. Toilet? Nope, to small.
Then an idea came to his mind. An idea that revived his dreams of Decepticon-leadership. Megatron told him to 'take the thing away', right? He never said that Starscream should kill it.
He smirked as he landed in an afield part of a forest. There he threw the creature to the ground.
„So, and now you have to grow big and strong – and you should especially try not to be so ugly anymore. If you have reached the goal, call this number. Bear it in mind!", the seeker told the thing while he scratched numbers into the mud. He just hoped that the monstrosity understood what he said. Starscream waited while the creature looked at the numbers. Then its glance moved to the big, bad, flying alienrobot.
„Phone home?"
„Yes, that's it!" Starscream acknowledged.
Some time past while the thing seemed to think. „Well ... okay!", it finally spoke.
With that the conversation was finished and the seeker disappeared into the dark sky. A smirk crossed his faceplates while Megatron told at him via commlink that he should by all means not scare the zebras this time ...
