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Title-Immorality of Morals
Author- MooMoo-Sama
Rating- T
Summary- It had been a slim chance. A slim chance that she would find him, a slim chance that he wouldn't kill her, a slim chance that they'd become friends, and a slim chance for survival. But how can you choose what's right or wrong in a war that you shouldn't be in? Meet her dilemma.
Author Notes- Yes, another story to add to the upswing in Transformers fan fiction since the '07 movie. This baby has been sitting in my brain for awhile, and I decided to get moving on it before the next movie comes out. I promise there's a plot. So, read and review and enjoy the first installment of..
Immorality of Morals
Chapter One
'Frag them. Frag those rusting pieces of pit-spawn. Frag the stinking little flesh bags. Wait till I catch up with them. Cannon fodder, all of them.'
He was alone. The only one left on this minuscule speck of rock that was called a planet. Megatron was dead. His partner, as far as he knew, had fallen. And he'd seen the remains of the other Decepticons himself. All except Starscream. But it didn't take an intelligent mech to know that he was probably in deep space by now.
So that left him here alone.
The only Decepticon on Earth.
Stuck with a slew of Autobots, which included Optimus Prime.
'Slagging piles of scrap.'
The police car accelerated further, allowing him to tear through the silent back roads of Tranquility, California. The turns were hairpin, and the Mustang took them with screeching tires. The anger felt good, pulsing through his systems like the finest high grade. He was close.
That day, on the Freeway, was the last time he'd seen another Decepticon functioning. Swerving off the roads in order to not only avoid the flesh-things but to try and gain ground had seemed like a plan at the time. Now it only made him look like Starscream, a coward.
The engine roared violently as another turn was made. Speed increased as the car tore down the deserted mountain road. Scanners working over time, he knew he was close. So close!
It had been his plan to take down the Prime. He'd never been the biggest mech, but he knew he was strong and he was smart. Smarter then many of his cohorts at the very least. Sure, not as large as the other mechs, but he could stand against Devastator and out plan Blackout. Bonecrusher was suppose to occupy the Autobot leader until he came around, surrounding and separating him, and then the battle would have been easy.
When they flew over the edge of the freeway, he'd accepted it as a foreseeable flaw and had wove his way down, passing over torn asphalt and plowing through the humans who'd tried to flag him down for assistance. It had taken him less than a few breems to get down to the battle.
But Bonecrusher had already shown exactly why Optimus Prime was still alive after vorns of battle.
Looking at the remains, he'd taken the time to formulate a plan. His processor was at full speed, like his engines, as he rode towards Mission City with murderous intent. He, like the others, used his chosen form to his advantage. The humans trusted him, and with skill he'd blended into the back allies.
It was a straight shot from the mountain side, a curving dusty road led onto the newer paved path. The dark and the quite of the night was perfect for his attack. They were relaxed, so sure of their safety now that their enemies were beaten.
'Presumptuous little piles of virus..'
His thoughts trailed off from sheer rage. His speedometer, had anyone been in his interior, was touching the far right of the dial. There was no moon, only distant stars lit the road. With his headlights off he was a wraith in the darkness. His scanners had picked them out, and he'd been tailing the two companions for weeks.
At times there was another member of their party. The femme who'd been drawn into the war. They were alone now though, frequenting a spot that they made the mistake of gathering often. The momentum from coming off a mountain was helping to demolish the distance between himself and the yellow Camaro and his ward.
He'd watched the final battle with trepidation. He watched as they spoke to the remains of Megatron, far to late to be of any help. He was no coward, but he knew how to pick his battles and this was not the time to try to take on the remaining Autobots. They'd been so relaxed, so pleased with themselves. Only one of their number, the overzealous Jazz, had fallen. Bumblebee was severely damaged, but there was no way he could attack with the others around. So he simply faded into the chaos.
Now was the time.
Every sense seemed to be working on overdrive as he came upon them. He relished in the shrill human screams of fear, the look of terror, the absolute terror that his mere appearance had. He gave them no warning, transforming as he flew at them, slamming into the other car with outstretched arms. The area wasn't someplace he would've chosen, but it was an equal playing field. Flat, with no cover, and the rock supporting them ended abruptly as it over looked a lake.
He had to give Bumblebee credit for his reaction time. He managed to toss the human from his hood before he'd been hit. Though in trying to protect his filthy pet he'd sacrificed precious time. Desperately, the Camaro tried to transform. He was already clawing at his panels though, taking incredible pleasure in the raspy screams beneath him.
The fool Autobot was making this too easy. In an almost genial fashion he tore at exposed wires and pumps, watching Bumblebee struggle in his half transformed state. A sharp pain at the back of his head got his attention though.
"Hey! Fight fair you over grown go-cart!"
LadiesMan217 was striking him with hunks of earth. Rocks. With an annoyed snarl from his terrible mouth, he swiped a massive hand towards the human. He literally flew through the air and then struck the earth roughly. The Decepticon chuckled. He'd have his fun with the human later.
"Barricade!" a rasp called the mech.
Red optics turned towards a face full of cannon. Bumblebee had managed to transform his arm, and Barricade rolled off his prey as the shots were fired. The yellow mech took the opportunity to finish transforming, and by the time Barricade had regained his footing the battle mask was in place. Surprisingly, he wasn't as bothered as before. Now it was time for the battle he'd missed.
"Calling all Autobots! Decepticon assault at the Overlook. Assistance needed!"
The call over the Autobot com system only enraged the black and white mech. With a snarling threat in Cybertronian he began to fire on the only slightly smaller unit as he ran forward. Bumblebee took a shot to the shoulder panel before swerving out of the way of fire. With a swift movement he met Barricade half way and their collision scattered sparks all over the ground.
Trading blows, they rolled over the ground like an earthquake. It was far to close quarters to use his cannons, so Barricade settled for ripping the yellow 'bot apart piece by piece. He stunned his opponent with a blow to the side of his head and took the chance to start tearing at the armor covering youngers' spark.
Apparently though, Bumblebee didn't share his sentiments about close quarters.
A terrible pain ripped through the dark mech. He'd taken a point blank shot to the elbow joint of his left arm. It hung barely by a few wires and strips of steaming armor. Swearing in pain, even going so far as using a few Earth insults, Barricade staggered away.
Standing as Bumblebee began to roll to his feet his sensors told him of an oncoming vehicle. It was roaring towards them at high speeds and there was no way that it was a human driving a lifeless shell. Blocking the pain, he began to fire his remaining cannon as he backed toward the road. He'd be damned if he didn't have some form of victory from this.
Bumblebee had barely made it to his knees when he was hit by Barricade's barrage. He hit the ground hard, and Barricade continued to fire. The small yellow frame shook as he was fired on repeatedly. The dark mech barely registered the screaming human, only the sound of tires over dirt drawing his attention from the yellow Camaro. Bumblebee didn't rise again.
'Slag..' his mind hissed.Ironhide stood before him in all his massive, gun toting glory. It didn't take a breem before a massive cannon was aimed in his direction. A larger human male was scuttling towards Bumblebee's pet, who in turn was hovering over the sparking body of his guardian.
Barricade took a defensive stance, his path to the road effectively blocked. Behind Ironhide another set of lights was bearing down on the them, and the sound of a rig roaring toward them told the dark mech it was time to go. There was no way he could stand against the war-monger and the Prime. He wouldn't even be able to put up a fight in this condition. His internal systems were blaring at him, telling him that he needed repairs.
Just as he prepared to transform and show the Autobots how fast he could really move though, the large grey mech began to fire as if he knew the Decepticons intent. The light show he gave was spectacular at the very least.
He was only able to avoid a few, dancing backwards like the battle trained soldier that he was. The shots were mainly at his legs and arms, non fatal. It was clear Ironhide wasn't aiming to kill, most likely the Prime's decision.
A decision which would likely change once they took a good scan of their scout.
Finally a shot hit. Whereas before there was a burst of pain in his arm, this was a stinging numbness that hit his right leg. Unable to support his weight, his leg collapsed beneath him. He leaned heavily on his left arm in a bowing stance, vicious teeth grinding if for no other purpose then to show his frustration. He wavered slightly, as another shot was charged and the silhouette of Prime became visible before making a split second decision.
He'd seen the remains of Bonecrusher, run through. The carcass of Devastator and the smoking wreck that was Blackout.
He wouldn't give this scum the honor of destroying him.
"Barricade.. You'll be coming with us." said Prime.
"I decline your offer Autobot, keep your sentiment to yourself!" was the snarled reply.
He was at the edge of the cliff, and the Autobots blocked his original route. With a few pop shots fired, Barricade let his weight swing backward and he was falling, falling, falling into the darkness of the night. The only sounds that chased him was a rough laugh that echoed around him.
His last fading thought was he was hearing his own laughter.
End Chapter
