A Christmas Story
The Christmas of 1985
It was all Starsceam's fault. Who else would have gotten the brilliant idea of flying in the winter clouds in the middle of the night? And the sleigh obviously didn't have any lights on! Except for the nose of a reindeer shining red, but that doesn't really count. It could have been the eye of any Decepticons. Who would have expected it to be a fleshling's flying sleigh?
Megatron sat up, examining what was a vehicle just a few seconds ago. Thundercracker and Skywarp were chasing the runaway reindeer, Starscream was searching for the missing half of his broken left wing.
The fleshling was angry and nervous. He only flew one night a year and on that one night
his sleigh was hit by some careless robots? And he blamed the leader, called him an „irresponsible, selfish, untrustworthy piece of scrap metal" who cannot even care for his second-in-command.
„I don't need Megatron to take care of me!" Starscream protested, still looking the remains of his wing. The fleshling ignored him.
„I accuse you, Megatron, Leader of the Decepticons. I am in a hurry and your minion has damaged my sleigh."
The large silver mech could not tell why he felt uncomfortable when the fleshling looked at him like this. Did he feel guilty? Not likely. Was he scared of the man? Not at all. What was it, then?
„Take your flying deer and go home, fleshling" he said. The man laughed.
„Do you think you get away this easily?" he replied. „I need somebody to help me deliver all the gifts. And don't look at the Seekers like that, because it will be your task to do."
Megatron wished that he could refuse, but apparently, he couldn't.