INTRODUCTION OF DUO
*** Transformers belong to Hasbro inc. wish they belonged to me, but unfortunately no such luck. *** Ok, this is a challenge fic and I have set it on Cybertron, the only way I found fitted. The war is over and the Autobots on Earth have come home. Duo is a indigo colored Autobot and he is barely "dry" behind the ears. This is an angsty fic, but it may contain some humor, but it's mainly supposed to be an angsty fic. Anyhow I guess I have said enough. Read and tell me what you think. ***
Duo was by far the most ineffective and useless Autobot ever created. At least he felt this way. He never cared much for looks like Sideswipe did, nor did he care about how long he would last. In fact, if he could chose he would rather die right now. If he had been brought back to life by someone like Andrea Mataui, like Ironhide had, he would have killed the person who had done it to him.
Duo sat on a street corner in a remote and abandoned part of Cyber City, hoping that by some miracle the Decepticons would come and strike him to the ground. But that was too much to hope for since the Decepticons were all gone, some left the planet alive but most of them did not.
Thanks to Andrea the Decepticons could keep their communications officer alive. The thought of the way Andrea had raised to her feet and placed herself in front of Rodimus Prime's gun like that was so heroic that it sent a chill down his spine (if he had had one). The second in command was at first ready to shoot the young heroine, but after hearing her plea he lowered the gun and given Soundwave five minutes to get the hell off the planet.
Thinking back it was so many positive things that should have weighed up for the entire negative, but it didn't. The grand poobah, the Cyclops, the one-eyed monster was DEAD, killed by one of his own. The giant Devastator was deceased, reduced to bits and pieces spread all over Cyber City, however the two most lethal Decepticons were left alive and that had to be, of course, Soundwave and Megatron. But who cared as long as Cybertron was free?
Duo wasn't free. Duo was as far from free as it could get. The war was over, yes, they had suffered casualties, of course, and Duo was alive, not good.
The Indigo Autobot had two functions, two modes, and two genders. His maker had created him with two personalities; one when he was male and one when he was female. What one of the genders did the other one would never know and this made the Autobot more scared than Blurr and more paranoid than Red Alert. Being alive was the worst punishment he had ever gotten.
The two modes had completely different assignments. His female mode was assigned to work as a mental guide, a kind of psychiatrist, she had a strong personality, was tough and determined. His male mode was assigned to assist Rodimus Prime with everything he needed. His male mode was weak, scared and almost afraid of his own shadow. But he always carried out his assignments flawlessly. In spite of the fact that he was almost scared to death all the time.
He could walk into a bar in the evening, in his male mode, and the other Transformers would laugh at him and flirt with him. After this treatment he stormed out of the place, never to be seen in the same bar again.
Once it nearly evolved into a fistfight. He entered one of the bars at the far end of Cyber City, hoping that there would be few if not no one who knew about him and his transformations. When he entered it looked mighty well, there was not one of the Transformers present who knew him, or that he knew. But then, as he thought the coast was clear one had to open his big snapper.
"Cyber City's own transvestite is in the house!" someone called out behind his back.
Duo turned to find a younger, yellow Transformer sitting there with a diabolic grin across his face. He had never seen him before and hoped he would never see him again either as he turned to leave without a word. Then it HAD to happen.
"Stay, Duo," someone had told him, someone Duo couldn't see. Not know in what to do Duo remained where he was. Big mistake.
"We don't want his kind here!" the yellow Transformer yelled.
Then the person who had ordered him to stay rose up between another group of Transformers. It was a young Amshean male who had not yet reached adulthood, the doctor in the group of Amsheans staying on Cybertron for the time being. "I strongly suggest you leave him alone or I WILL report this to your commander."
"You don't threaten ME!" the yellow Transformer also rose to his feet with a mighty threatening posture.
"I'll leave." Duo had muttered and scuffled off towards the door, but the Amshean had held him back.
"You have just as much right to be here as they do."
"No, he doesn't." The yellow Transformer pointed at Duo. "You leave and take your little friend with you or I'll rip you apart piece for piece."
"You and what army?" the Amshean had snapped back. That was when the ruckus begun.
Several of the other Transformers started to stir and the temperament grew higher and higher as the good doctor pulled out a flaming blade from inside his robes. Then the fight begun.
The next thing Duo remembered was that the two of them was brought before their leaders. At the same place and time. Duo found Rodimus Prime rather threatening standing behind the seated Amshean female who had temporarily been assigned to lead the few Amsheans on Cybertron.
"Duo, why does this always have to happen?" Rodimus stepped forward from behind the female's chair with his arms crossed. He seemed angry, but he was really tired.
"It's not his fault," the female said and placed a hand on Rodimus' arm. Her voice was soft and held a hint of exhaustion. Something was bringing everybody down, something that had nothing to do with Duo. "We have discussed this." She locked eyes with the Autobot and something was said silently between them. Then she rose to her feet and took a few steps out on the floor, the long white silk dress dragged a long veil after it. She stopped just a few feet from the two. "Bruno. however noble your deed was you can not just wave a powerful and dangerous weapon like that in a bar. I am afraid I will have to punish you."
Duo jumped. The Amshean female never punished anyone unless she felt it was absolutely inevitable. This was bad.
"However," she said and turned to Duo. "Your punishment will be decided by Rodimus Prime. I have sworn not to interfere with his judgement. I believe," she said and turned to the Autobot second in command. "That the punishment will be fair."
"But I didn't do anything!" Duo complained.
The female ignored him. "Bruno, come with me." The two Amsheans left the room.
"Sir, I didn't- I would never- I couldn't-"
Rodimus raised a hand to silence the scared Autobot. "Relax, I will not punish you. However, I will give you a warning. If you ever step over the line like that again things will be different. I'm afraid I will be forced to strip you of all privileges."
"Thank you, sir, I swear it will never happen again."
"I hope so Duo because these meetings are beginning to tire me a lot. I have a job I have to take care of, you know and running all over Cyber City to get you out of trouble makes me neglect that work. I'm the one who gets in trouble with Optimus when the job isn't thoroughly done."
"I understand."
"Good. I have one assignment for you before you can call it a night. It seams as though Gears is suffering a bit after their arrival here and I want you to go and talk to him."
"Sir.!"
Rodimus knew the problem and why the younger Autobot reacted that way. He was scared and alone. It practically tore Rodimus apart to give him an order like that, but Duo was the only Autobot programmed for something like that. "I'm sorry, Duo, but you're all we've got. I'm afraid we all have to pull our wages whether we want to or not. The war may be over, but we all have to work together to be able to rebuild Cybertron."
"Yes, sir." The Autobot turned and walked out of there. He wouldn't transform until he had Gears within range.
It was from that meeting he had come now and it had been. he had no idea what it had been like since the two personalities weren't connected. He had heard Perceptor talk about humans suffering from Schizophrenia and multiple personalities and guessed that if he had been human he would have been one of the worst.
He had long wanted to talk to the Amshean doctor about his problems, but every time he saw the Amshean leader he would panic and almost run head over heel the other way. He had no idea why he acted like this every time she was around because she had never threatened or intimidated him. She was just so. she was such an authority figure. She was fair, he knew that, but he had heard so many stories about Amsheans loosing their temper and killing Transformers because of it.
'Then why don't you try to piss her off?' a voice inside his head whispered. 'Don't you want to die?'
He sighed inwardly. He was afraid of dying. He was afraid of almost everything, from the spiders Blaster had told him about to dying. Come to think of it he was also afraid of living. Why did he have to be so pathetic and paranoid and scared? He hated himself, he hated both his personalities although he didn't know the other, but he bet it was a popular one. He would have killed to be popular and strong and fast and cunning and. he was nothing like any of the other Autobots. He wasn't even close to matching Perceptor when it came to being popular. Everybody hated Duo.
He knew a perfectly good way to commit suicide but it required guts. An accident. It was enough to startle Red Alert so he would pull his gun and blast him into oblivion. He would be dead and Optimus Prime would have ruled it an accident. The gun just went off.
No, what was he saying? Red Alert would get in a heap of trouble with both Rodimus and Optimus. They would form a court and punish Red Alert. Neither took killings lightly. He couldn't do that to Red Alert! And what if he only got wounded? Wouldn't that hurt a lot? He was afraid of pain.
The indigo Autobot rose to his feet and walked towards the base. He could think about ways to commit suicide tomorrow.
*** I said it was a challenge, a rather difficult challenge, but I thank the person who gave me this challenge from the bottom of my heart. A worthy challenge, Chimaera, thank you!!! ***
*** Transformers belong to Hasbro inc. wish they belonged to me, but unfortunately no such luck. *** Ok, this is a challenge fic and I have set it on Cybertron, the only way I found fitted. The war is over and the Autobots on Earth have come home. Duo is a indigo colored Autobot and he is barely "dry" behind the ears. This is an angsty fic, but it may contain some humor, but it's mainly supposed to be an angsty fic. Anyhow I guess I have said enough. Read and tell me what you think. ***
Duo was by far the most ineffective and useless Autobot ever created. At least he felt this way. He never cared much for looks like Sideswipe did, nor did he care about how long he would last. In fact, if he could chose he would rather die right now. If he had been brought back to life by someone like Andrea Mataui, like Ironhide had, he would have killed the person who had done it to him.
Duo sat on a street corner in a remote and abandoned part of Cyber City, hoping that by some miracle the Decepticons would come and strike him to the ground. But that was too much to hope for since the Decepticons were all gone, some left the planet alive but most of them did not.
Thanks to Andrea the Decepticons could keep their communications officer alive. The thought of the way Andrea had raised to her feet and placed herself in front of Rodimus Prime's gun like that was so heroic that it sent a chill down his spine (if he had had one). The second in command was at first ready to shoot the young heroine, but after hearing her plea he lowered the gun and given Soundwave five minutes to get the hell off the planet.
Thinking back it was so many positive things that should have weighed up for the entire negative, but it didn't. The grand poobah, the Cyclops, the one-eyed monster was DEAD, killed by one of his own. The giant Devastator was deceased, reduced to bits and pieces spread all over Cyber City, however the two most lethal Decepticons were left alive and that had to be, of course, Soundwave and Megatron. But who cared as long as Cybertron was free?
Duo wasn't free. Duo was as far from free as it could get. The war was over, yes, they had suffered casualties, of course, and Duo was alive, not good.
The Indigo Autobot had two functions, two modes, and two genders. His maker had created him with two personalities; one when he was male and one when he was female. What one of the genders did the other one would never know and this made the Autobot more scared than Blurr and more paranoid than Red Alert. Being alive was the worst punishment he had ever gotten.
The two modes had completely different assignments. His female mode was assigned to work as a mental guide, a kind of psychiatrist, she had a strong personality, was tough and determined. His male mode was assigned to assist Rodimus Prime with everything he needed. His male mode was weak, scared and almost afraid of his own shadow. But he always carried out his assignments flawlessly. In spite of the fact that he was almost scared to death all the time.
He could walk into a bar in the evening, in his male mode, and the other Transformers would laugh at him and flirt with him. After this treatment he stormed out of the place, never to be seen in the same bar again.
Once it nearly evolved into a fistfight. He entered one of the bars at the far end of Cyber City, hoping that there would be few if not no one who knew about him and his transformations. When he entered it looked mighty well, there was not one of the Transformers present who knew him, or that he knew. But then, as he thought the coast was clear one had to open his big snapper.
"Cyber City's own transvestite is in the house!" someone called out behind his back.
Duo turned to find a younger, yellow Transformer sitting there with a diabolic grin across his face. He had never seen him before and hoped he would never see him again either as he turned to leave without a word. Then it HAD to happen.
"Stay, Duo," someone had told him, someone Duo couldn't see. Not know in what to do Duo remained where he was. Big mistake.
"We don't want his kind here!" the yellow Transformer yelled.
Then the person who had ordered him to stay rose up between another group of Transformers. It was a young Amshean male who had not yet reached adulthood, the doctor in the group of Amsheans staying on Cybertron for the time being. "I strongly suggest you leave him alone or I WILL report this to your commander."
"You don't threaten ME!" the yellow Transformer also rose to his feet with a mighty threatening posture.
"I'll leave." Duo had muttered and scuffled off towards the door, but the Amshean had held him back.
"You have just as much right to be here as they do."
"No, he doesn't." The yellow Transformer pointed at Duo. "You leave and take your little friend with you or I'll rip you apart piece for piece."
"You and what army?" the Amshean had snapped back. That was when the ruckus begun.
Several of the other Transformers started to stir and the temperament grew higher and higher as the good doctor pulled out a flaming blade from inside his robes. Then the fight begun.
The next thing Duo remembered was that the two of them was brought before their leaders. At the same place and time. Duo found Rodimus Prime rather threatening standing behind the seated Amshean female who had temporarily been assigned to lead the few Amsheans on Cybertron.
"Duo, why does this always have to happen?" Rodimus stepped forward from behind the female's chair with his arms crossed. He seemed angry, but he was really tired.
"It's not his fault," the female said and placed a hand on Rodimus' arm. Her voice was soft and held a hint of exhaustion. Something was bringing everybody down, something that had nothing to do with Duo. "We have discussed this." She locked eyes with the Autobot and something was said silently between them. Then she rose to her feet and took a few steps out on the floor, the long white silk dress dragged a long veil after it. She stopped just a few feet from the two. "Bruno. however noble your deed was you can not just wave a powerful and dangerous weapon like that in a bar. I am afraid I will have to punish you."
Duo jumped. The Amshean female never punished anyone unless she felt it was absolutely inevitable. This was bad.
"However," she said and turned to Duo. "Your punishment will be decided by Rodimus Prime. I have sworn not to interfere with his judgement. I believe," she said and turned to the Autobot second in command. "That the punishment will be fair."
"But I didn't do anything!" Duo complained.
The female ignored him. "Bruno, come with me." The two Amsheans left the room.
"Sir, I didn't- I would never- I couldn't-"
Rodimus raised a hand to silence the scared Autobot. "Relax, I will not punish you. However, I will give you a warning. If you ever step over the line like that again things will be different. I'm afraid I will be forced to strip you of all privileges."
"Thank you, sir, I swear it will never happen again."
"I hope so Duo because these meetings are beginning to tire me a lot. I have a job I have to take care of, you know and running all over Cyber City to get you out of trouble makes me neglect that work. I'm the one who gets in trouble with Optimus when the job isn't thoroughly done."
"I understand."
"Good. I have one assignment for you before you can call it a night. It seams as though Gears is suffering a bit after their arrival here and I want you to go and talk to him."
"Sir.!"
Rodimus knew the problem and why the younger Autobot reacted that way. He was scared and alone. It practically tore Rodimus apart to give him an order like that, but Duo was the only Autobot programmed for something like that. "I'm sorry, Duo, but you're all we've got. I'm afraid we all have to pull our wages whether we want to or not. The war may be over, but we all have to work together to be able to rebuild Cybertron."
"Yes, sir." The Autobot turned and walked out of there. He wouldn't transform until he had Gears within range.
It was from that meeting he had come now and it had been. he had no idea what it had been like since the two personalities weren't connected. He had heard Perceptor talk about humans suffering from Schizophrenia and multiple personalities and guessed that if he had been human he would have been one of the worst.
He had long wanted to talk to the Amshean doctor about his problems, but every time he saw the Amshean leader he would panic and almost run head over heel the other way. He had no idea why he acted like this every time she was around because she had never threatened or intimidated him. She was just so. she was such an authority figure. She was fair, he knew that, but he had heard so many stories about Amsheans loosing their temper and killing Transformers because of it.
'Then why don't you try to piss her off?' a voice inside his head whispered. 'Don't you want to die?'
He sighed inwardly. He was afraid of dying. He was afraid of almost everything, from the spiders Blaster had told him about to dying. Come to think of it he was also afraid of living. Why did he have to be so pathetic and paranoid and scared? He hated himself, he hated both his personalities although he didn't know the other, but he bet it was a popular one. He would have killed to be popular and strong and fast and cunning and. he was nothing like any of the other Autobots. He wasn't even close to matching Perceptor when it came to being popular. Everybody hated Duo.
He knew a perfectly good way to commit suicide but it required guts. An accident. It was enough to startle Red Alert so he would pull his gun and blast him into oblivion. He would be dead and Optimus Prime would have ruled it an accident. The gun just went off.
No, what was he saying? Red Alert would get in a heap of trouble with both Rodimus and Optimus. They would form a court and punish Red Alert. Neither took killings lightly. He couldn't do that to Red Alert! And what if he only got wounded? Wouldn't that hurt a lot? He was afraid of pain.
The indigo Autobot rose to his feet and walked towards the base. He could think about ways to commit suicide tomorrow.
*** I said it was a challenge, a rather difficult challenge, but I thank the person who gave me this challenge from the bottom of my heart. A worthy challenge, Chimaera, thank you!!! ***