Hello, and thank you for stumbling into my fanfiction. Yes, the summary does sound 'wtf'-ish, but what can I not do to drag you people in? Basically, Vector Prime isn't one of my favorite characters. Neither is he to my friends. In turn, this leads to bashing, amusement, and utter chaos. Imagine that in an RP. Good, now you have the basis for the movie 'scenes'.
There are three RP characters that are not originally in the Transformers series. They are Karahrr, Shiori Pax, and Subitayo (Subi for short); if there are any other ones, my memory isn't the best, sorry. They are all from my friend's fanfictions; Karahrr was created by me, of course. I do suggest that you try and read them sometime, as it kills boredom and this might make more sense and thus be more amusing. Your choice.
(Pardon if this portion seems dull to you, but it was too long otherwise so therefore I had to split it. As a sidenote, each 'scene' of the movie is a different chapter and in bold, as to not confuse with the actions that happen during the side in present time.)
Thank you for your time.
Karahrr, a blue and black cat mech, connected herself to the small video camera, the images appearing on screens in her optics. She smirked. She may not be the best film maker, but blackmail doesn't need to be professional to be effective….
A couple of hours later, she traipsed into the Iacon Theater, one of the largest, imposing buildings in the city, disk in hand. Karahrr knew the owner very well, and had no doubt that her plans would succeed. "Hey Subi!" She shouted into the seemingly empty room.
Moments later, with the sharp flash of a pair of green optics, another female voice snapped "What do you want?.!" A black and gold fox appeared, and its green optics glowed fiercely before turning into a human. Her green eyes were the only mechanic-like hint that she wasn't completely human, having no white or black in them at all, and her golden-ish hair came down to her hips. Her almost completely black clothing blended in with the long, black cape she wore, accented with bits of green, gold and silver. Noticing the pointedly maniacal grin on Karahrr's face, she eagerly asked, "Do you have it?"
"Why of course, my friend. Have you set everything else up?" The grins on their faces grew even larger.
"All we have to do is announce it, put the posters up, and send Optimus and Megatron the good seats. Does that count as 'almost'?"
"Indeed it does." Karahrr went to make off and put the posters on the wall, but not before tossing a few credits to Subi. "…Make sure he stays put, 'kay? I'll pay you twice as much if you can keep him realatively quiet through it, too."
"Never," Subi chuckled, and put her green-black mask with a golden optic-line on. "Never is there a better darkness of silence than one like this..." Subi said quietly, her voice suddenly sounding like the voice of three different people...
It was now noon, and the streets were slowly filling with mechs. The posters were plastered on every surface of the theater, so all couldn't help but notice. The movie was titled 'Moments of an Ancient', seeming to be a documentary. What caught their optics though, was the bottom letters that said in bold: 'Grand showing. Free while there's seats!' The ones who had nothing better to do filed in.
Optimus Prime was a busy leader. He had appointments, documents to sign, work to oversee…. He sighed. Was there any way to get some peace and quiet around here? Suddenly, a knock interrupted his thinking, and in came a theater messenger. "You have been requested as an important guest to the Iacon Theater for a grand showing, here is your ticket. It begins soon." The small droid then handed it to him and walked off, to send the other. He did need a break…and it would be rude to decline the offer…He shuffled the paperwork together and put it on the corner of his desk, turning the lights off as he left. He had the perfect excuse.
Megatron, on the other hand, had absolutely nothing to do. He already tortured his victims, bossed around his underlings, and finished the season finale of his favorite soap opera. To make matters worse, Blazestorm wasn't around to give him ideas to entertain himself with. A knock sounded at his door.
"Come in!" He snarled, boredom already making him irritable. A droid from the theater shuffled in, invitation in hand. "You have been requested as an important guest to the Iacon Theater for a grand showing. Here is your ticket." He repeated his monotone lines, hoping that he'd never have to do this again. "It begins soon." The 'Con snatched it out of his hands.
"A movie, eh? This should get interesting…" He trailed off bemusedly, giving the droid a somewhat fanged, evil, plotting grin. The droid ran off, debating whether or not to quit his job.
Now all that was to be done was to gather the star of the show.
Karahrr readied herself, sending a transmission to Vector Prime. "Help, come quick! We need you in the main theater room!" This startled him. Should he call for backup?…No, they called for him, and him alone. He could handle it. Or so he thought.
Running through the back way of the room, he was blinded temporarily by the darkness. Optics readjusting to the lack of light, he noticed the poster of the movie to be shown… Oh Primus, they actually did it! Trying to back out to the exit, Subi got in his way, smirking.
"Leaving so soon?" She asked airily, twirling the green flames on her gloved palm with her fingers. "Sneaking in a theater has its consequences, so I suggest you don't do it. Unfortunately, security is too busy preparing for the film, so you'll just have to stay put and get in trouble later." With a dangerous gleam reflected in the optic-line of her mask, she requested: "Please sit down. You are about to see your acting career, after all." Life wasn't fair for Vector Prime.
Finally, all the doors closed and the people found their seats. There was a little problem with the 'important guests', though. Apparently the only two remaining seats were next to each other, and you know how those two are. Oh well, their problem. The screen turned on, and it had begun to play. Only the title was different than what the posters claimed. Instead, it now said 'Vector Prime's Blackmail'.
Oh yes, this was going to be rich.
I must say this many, many times to my friend and fellow editor, who has bothered to check this thing over and give it the flair it probably would of never had: I LOVE YOU!.!.! You are the only reason I have gotten so far in my writing, and actually gave me the chance to experience of fanfiction writing by letting me be a co-author to our story. I would of been stuck writing poems and dreaming of the day I ever posted a chapter on my own account. You still will always manage to write better than me, though. That's just a plain fact. You pwn, end of story.
I'm done being insanely mushy now. You may continue on to the next chapter as soon as I put it up.