I know, I know, I should be working on completing my outstanding fiction, not posting new stories.
Frankly, I've been terminally uninspired as of late. Hopefully this is the sign of a turnaround.
This fic is the result of a challenge that was posted on my forum here.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or Beast Wars. Seriously.
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Once upon a time, there was a squirrel.
"You'd best rethink that move, yes."
And this was no ordinary squirrel. It had the foolhardy bravery of a Maximal fleet, with the intelligence to match.
Megatron was going to enjoy stepping on it.
The squirrel chittered impudently back at him, seemingly unaware of its' pending demise.
Megatron was not pleased, no. The squirrel, one of this planet's many infuriating organic lifeforms, had gotten into his cabin.
Now, how in the Inferno a tiny primitive creature had gotten into his base, and from there, made its' way into his cabin, was something Megatron did not know. He was planning to have a long talk with Quickstrike on the subject. Megatron was planning in detail the many excruciating details they'd go over during this 'talk'.
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Chitter chitter, went the squirrel.
Now, if the squirrel had only entered his cabin and done squirrelly things in there, Megatron would not be nearly so angry. A little extra target practice never hurt. However, this squirrel had come with other plans. It had taken an...object from Megatron's cabin, before proceeding to escape as easily as it had entered.
SQUEAK!
Megatron's glare ramped up in intensity as the object in question emitted a forlorn cry. It looked up at him from the squirrel's toothy grip with pleading plastic eyes.
There was a distinctive whine from the portable rocket-launcher as Megatron lined the offensive flesh creature up in his scope.
No one, no one, took Megatron's rubber duck and lived to tell the tale, no.
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Well, that's it. Hope it wasn't too terrible...