"The cunning warrior attacks neither heart nor mind..."
Rocky Mountains, Wyoming /12:00pm
The Butlers' white Ford Windstar pulled up to the log cabin, which set at the base of the Rocky Mountains. The snow mixed with the smoke colored slopes. The sharp jagged peaks pierced the sapphire sky while the pine trees surrounded the bottom. Small hills mingled into the forest behind the rental home.
The van, covered with dust and small nicks from the gravel, let out a slight whine when the driver braked. The dust cloud tailing it settled down to the road. Slowly, the doors opened, revealing the occupants. The first person was the slightly reddened Caucasian mother, Wendy. She was hoping for a technology-free, stress-free break from their home in New York. Her mahogany hair was no longer flattened and pinned back in a bun, but frizzy and curly from the long ride from the airport. She traded in her two piece office suit for bleached jeans and a pink turtleneck. Her light blue eyes scanned over the rugged home. It was a typical country cabin. The porch was fenced off by horizontal poles and shorter vertical ones bracing it. Along with the white screen door, there was a matching door with a glass and wire, oval design.
"I can't believe we left the city for Hicksville, USA." A tired, 15 year old girl walked up along her mother.
Terri adjusted the large pink duffle bag on her shoulder. She pushed up her large, red sunglasses, which rested at the border of her forehead. She brushed a few brown strands of hair behind her ear as she stared at the cabin with discouragement. She was seen as spoiled, but her father brought her back to the ground with his authority-filled voice. "What did we say about that tone, Theresa?" The baritone voiced father asked from the rear of the van.
"Yeah, Theresa." Cedric, Terri's 14 year old brother, added before receiving a slap to the back of the head.
Terri quickly apologized to her mother, who stated it was alright. Derek was proud of his children. They weren't running around with the wrong crowd or having any bad grades. They only had to be reminded a few times of their attitude, but not every family is perfect. He only wanted them to be like it was when he was growing up. The children respected, not feared, their parents. The respect was also reversed. He tossed the bags on the ground while his son picked them up and carried them into the cabin.
"This place is pretty cool, ain't it, Terri?" Cedric asked, nudging her.
The living room was the central hub of the cabin, which was branched out to the kitchen and the laundry room in the rear. On the sides, the bedrooms, arranged by size, were placed with a small bathroom for each of the members of the family. The largest room was, of course, the master bedroom. The king-sized bed was covered with a thick red and gold traced comforter, which was also placed on the twin-sized beds on the east wing. Terri groaned in frustration as she struggled to get the duffel bag onto her bed. She finally understood why her dad told her to pack light. She would have kept her hair dryer, pounds of shoes, and her flat iron back in New York. She also hated to admit she was a bit weak in muscle strength so that was why she was mostly out of breath from carrying her luggage. The teenage girl glanced around her room, taking in a mental inventory of its layout.
The night desk beside Terri's bed was painted white with an olive green glass lamp, resting on the table's surface. The golden frame supporting the lamp shade up was slightly dull, but was still fashionable. Matching with the night desk, the wide and low dresser was set at the front of the bed. Since the bed was pushed back to the wall and beside the window, there was more room to walk around. The wool, cream colored rug was stretched out from the closet to the large, red TV stand. Ignoring her abandoned duffel bag, she practically ran to the less modern looking electronic device. She shrugged off the fact that it was not a plasma or even high-definition. Like all teenagers, she was just glad that it had basic cable and had a decent picture. She retrieved the remote and ran back to the bed, leaping onto it. "I guess this 'diamond in the rough' ain't so crappy. As long as Yogi or Wile E. Coyote doesn't show up to ruin our vacation, I'll live."
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The maroon, angled eyes narrowed with distasted as they stared into the gapping hole. Any being would suggest that he was seeing nothing in the sea of fact, he was actualy staring in the general direction of Earth. For days, the being remained secluded from everyone. Plans would flow in and out of him, but he never left his room. If his followers entered into his range of view, an eruption of insults and waves upon waves of pain and torture was the price for interrupting his thoughts. A warning of more punishment was his form of dismissing.
The only one who dared to enter was the being's second-in-command, Starscream. He walked halfway across the room toward the throne. "What did you discover?" The grizzly, commanding voice asked.
Starscream lowered his head and dared not to move any further after hearing his leader speak. "The news of our race could not be contained so-" WHACK!
Starscream was thrown across the room by the Megatron's kick. The Decepticon's equilibrium was imbalanced, causing him to be disoriented. He resisted the urge to rub his sore head. He was taken by surprise because he didn't even hear him get up from his seat. He had landed in front of the gaping hole, which the computer monitors were supposed to be, but due to age and attacks from the enemy, the monitors were no longer there. Just another thing that the drones needed to repair.
"Do I look like I care if the fleshlings know about us?" Megatron roared with frustration. He hoisted Starscream off the ground by clamping his right clawed hand around his neck.
It was true that some of the human race knew truly of the Transformers, but the military groups still held back some of the facts. All that the civilians know that there are hidden soldiers watching over them and any threat to Earth will be taken care of so they shouldn't worry. That doesn't mean that conspirators -like and Roswell believers- didn't try to reveal the truth. Thanks to Maggie and Glen, those plots failed.
"Forgive me, my Lord." Starscream managed to speak between gasps and wheezes.
Either Megatron was satisfied with Starscream's apology or just didn't care, but he released his grip, causing the Seeker to crumble to the ground. While Megatron went back to his throne, Starscream glared at him with hatred. He dared not to growl with frustration. He understood why the others were so fearful of Megatron(well, more than they already are at least).The tension was so thick on the ship. Losing to a weak species was embarrassing enough, but twice? The Decepticons, including Starscream, were surprised he hasn't killed them all in their barracks yet!
Starscream finally got to his feet and walked toward the door. He lifted his finger to the control panel on the wall. "I'm not through with you, Starscream." The second-in-command let out a low growl of frustration.
"The old fool is so fixated on this race that he's starting to lose his CPU. Why don't he just die and let me lead? He's the reason why this faction is dying not those fleshlings." Starscream thought.
Returning to his façade to "obedient servant", the Seeker marched reluctantly back to his master. He came at attention in front of Megatron with his arms folded behind his back and legs together. It took a moment or so before Megatron spoke.
" I believe it's time for a new 'recruit' to join our ranks, Starscream."
" Yes, my Lord. What do you prefer? I will personally retrieve him for you." Starscream bowed his head and laid one hand on his chest.
Megatron tapped his fingers on the metal throne as though he was thinking about an answer. On the contrary, he planned every bit of this plot. He knew how it would be played out and would counteract any fallback. He knew Starscream was "obedient", but he has watched this soldier ever since he entered into his ranks. The Seeker was a deceiver when it came to his own agenda.
"Not a mech. I don't have the time nor the patience to train him. A femme would suffice nicely." Megatron's eyes darkened. " A human…perhaps?"
Starscream finally cracked under the thought of a human even steeping foot onto this ship. " What? A fleshling? Lord Megatron, what can a fleshling do that we, your worthy subjects, can't?"
" It can win the war for me." Megatron smiled with his teeth glistening.
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What is the Decepticon leader planning? If you think you know the answer, leave it in the review. (Be gentle with the reviews please.) Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers franchise. Although, I own the Butlers and Megatron's evil plot. HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE.(I'll go in depth of the ship's description later on. Oh, shout out to Anasazi Darkmoon for her help in the story!)