Hello! This is a fic that me and my friend MaxDOwt are working on. She doesn't have an account here, and gave permission to post it here. We will take turns writing chapters. This is all her!
Transformers belongs to it's respective owners. We own NOTHING. D:
Optimus Prime looked over at Megatron, who was sitting next to him. The large room they were in was silent, which was an odd thing for usually the concrete floors and high ceiling made noises bounce off the walls in a cacophony of sounds. A couple of minutes of silence went by. Swindle finally spoke up. "I can understand why you wouldn't want to, but, seriously? Come on! Don't act like we don't need the money, and trust me, if this kicks off the way I plan for it to, we'll have more than enough." Starscream did the Cybertronian equivalent of an eye roll. "Swindle, do you remember what happened last time we went through with one of your stupid plans?" "Hey now," Swindle cried out defensively, "How was I supposed to know those insane aliens would be so intrigued by livestock?" He turned to the leaders of the Cybertronians. "And since you won't let us print our own human money, we're forced to earn it by going through human mediators."
Optimus put his head into his right hand and used his left to gesture. "Swindle, we don't want too many humans to know of our existence. Do you remember what happened at Roswell? Just be happy those Area 51 people cleared everything up with the Ultarions, or as you call them 'insane aliens.'" "Most humans won't suspect a thing!" Swindle said loudly, his voice bouncing annoyingly in the large room. "Plus, we can get more land and build a better place to hold meetings than an old airplane hangar." Megatron spoke up, sounding slightly irritated. "Might I remind you who thought it would be a good idea to buy an airplane hangar in the first place?" He turned to his right and spoke to Optimus in a low voice. "He does have a point though. With all of the Cybertronians here, it is quite crowded. And more keep coming in. Plus, the human neighbors are becoming suspicious. We'll need to, as you call it, 'roll out' soon. That will mean we'll need more money to buy land off of these pathetic creatures, which, let's face it, we don't have."
The room was silent again; save for a faint noise of the other two parts of Starscream's trine arriving. "Sorry," Thundercracker said apologetically, "Skywarp had some problems with his teleporter and…" he trailed off as he noticed his voice was the only one in the room. "Did we miss something?" Jazz spoke up. "Swindle's planning another scheme and he's expecting us to go along with it." Swindle turned to the two newcomers and put on his 'salesman' voice. "Imagine this, a dark screen, then, Optimus Prime's voice saying all deep and mysterious-like, 'before time began, there was, the cube…" The others listened with faintly annoyed expressions as he repeated his spiel. "In this new universe, we are still at war, Autobots against Decepticons, Cybertron is in ruins, and…we don't look like giant boxes." He finished his speech with a flourish. Skywarp let out a whoop, turned to his left where Thundercracker was standing, and held out his hand for a high five. Thundercracker glared. "Don't think you got off that easy, Skywarp. I still had to fly half way across the world to save you from humans who were firing sabot rounds at you, only to find out you blew up whatever operation they had going over a ball of…" He turned to his right and further exaggerated the absurd situation, "A. Bunch. Of. Tin. Foil!"
After a time, Prowl stood up. He spoke as if the last conversation had never taken place "Listen, as much as I hate to admit it, Swindle's kind of right. We need the money. And if this new movie is as great as he makes it sound, we could have enough to buy what we need to keep the humans from detecting us." Optimus turned to Megatron. "Well, comrade, it's up to you." Megatron began to pace back and forth as he contemplated this huge decision. "By making a 'movie,' we will also be creating a large fan basis that will be even more obsessed than the last group…" He trailed off.
Starscream picked up energetically. "We will have to make another deal with Hasbro, and possibly ask that director fellow, what's his name…? Oh, Michael Bay, to come and direct. Having a well known human do the directing will make it seem more professional, even if he doesn't have to do anything. That's incorporating at least 10 people in this. Also, we'll need actors. Not just small timers or holograms either. Hey, what about that kid from the Even Stevens? He looks a lot like Spike at his age. And that Megan Fox chick will generate male interest indefinitely…" He continued on as the others listened in amusement. Optimus stood up and announced loudly enough to break Starscream out of his revelry, "It's settled then. We shall make a movie. Hound, set up your holograph equipment, and Blackout, get the cameras. Cybertronians, get rolling!"
