This two-shot contains spoilers for A Little Too Late For Second Thoughts and The Flight of a Lifetime. If you don't care or have already read one or both of those, then go ahead and keep reading! If you have not read them, I would recommend at least skimming over The Flight of a Lifetime (which is only a one-shot), because then this story'll make more sense. Although honestly you don't have to, just know that you might be a little confused at times. //.^ Thanks and I hope you enjoy!
Note: A vorn is 93 earth years long, alright?
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. The only way I possibly ever could, is in my dreams. XD
~ Apocalypse Part I ~
"Hey 'Sides, why did we have to get the prisoner guard duty? I mean, this has got to be the most boring thing Prime could've ever given to us." Sunstreaker waved his arms around, emphasizing his point a bit dramatically.
While leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, the red twin scoffed. "Gee, I wonder." He said sarcastically. "Ya know, maybe if we stopped pickin' on ol' Iron-head so slaggin' often we'd get into less trouble, therefore, less borin' punishment."
"But that's just it; we can't stop harassing 'Hide, it just wouldn't be right. Besides, he has the most amusing and entertaining reactions." He smirked.
Sideswipe pretended to look mad. "I hate that you're right, but you are; Ironhide's reactions are the best. Take this last time, for example," The red mech couldn't help but let out a chuckle, mischief sparkling in his optics. "He practically blew a gasket tryin' to rip you in half, Sunshine."
Sunstreaker growled at the name his twin liked to call him, despite the fact that Sideswipe knew only too well how much he loathed it. He chose to let the nickname slide this time. "Don't even get me started on that one. But, come on, guard duty, and with him?" The Lamborghini pointed to the silent and frustratingly inert prisoner standing as far back as his confines would let him from the dynamic duo.
"This is punishment, Sunny, it's not supposed to be fun."
"Yes, but, Soundwave? The most boring mech in the history of boring mechs to keep an optic on because he never talks, slag, he never even moves! That's just… that's just cruel."
"Yeah, because Optimus Prime— the leader of the Autobots— is secretly takin' lessons from Megatron himself on how to be cruel, and he just decided to use us as test subjects." Sideswipe shook his head. "Ya know the boss-bot's just doin' his job. Besides, you asked for it when you shot 'Hide in the face with that… stuff you stole from Wheeljack."
Sunstreaker shrugged, his grin overriding any sense of right and wrong the yellow twin could've possibly had hidden in his CPU.
"And then of course you had to drag me into the mess by lyin' to 'Jack about how I supposedly put you up to it."
The yellow twin laughed. "You still haven't thanked me for that by the way."
"I'm sorry, my processor seems be failing me. Now, why would I thank you for that, again?"
Meanwhile, a familiar scarlet visor patiently observed the two Lamborghini twins from afar. 'I will rid myself of these barriers simultaneous to Megatron's impending arrival.' The Decepticon communication's officer thought impassively.
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"Oh, slag!" Skywarp ran down the hallways of the Ark frantically, baring his dental plates in a bright smile filled with the utmost hilarity. "Catch me if you can!" He shouted behind him in a sing-song tone of voice.
Hot Rod shook a fist threateningly at the violet seeker. "You'll pay for that!"
The warp-enabled mech turned the corner and ran right into his blue counterpart. "Hi, TC! Gotta go, TC!" He dissolved a microsecond later, warping who knows where. Thundercracker sighed, smiling regardless of what had just happened.
Luckily, Hot Rod was able to stop himself before he also collided with the blue seeker. "Skywarp didn't happen to run through here, did he?"
"Actually, he did, but more like warped through here. Why? What'd he do this time?"
Hot Rod scowled. "He appeared out of nowhere and shoved me into the wall."
Thundercracker raised an optic ridge. "I hate to say this, but trust me, that's pretty minimal compared to what he used to do to the other Decepticons when we were still under Megatron's command."
The flame adorned mech scoffed. "Whatever."
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Starscream sat on his berth in the seekers' quarters, contemplating Soundwave's foreboding and inauspicious message.
"Lord Megatron's emergence and imminent arrival to Earth is approaching."
Megatron had gotten free from his prison in Iacon with the help of a few unnamed Decepticons, and since then he had been gathering more troops to aid him in his return to the human inhabited planet. Starscream didn't have a single doubt in his processor that the Decepticon commander was after him and his fellow seekers.
He felt as if the weight of the world were atop his shoulders, as the humans say, and he couldn't help but feel responsible for it all. He knew that Skywarp and Thundercracker had freely chosen to stay by his side even as he betrayed the Decepticon cause, but he still felt responsible that Megatron was hell-bent on getting his revenge on the three seekers. And now that he dragged the Autobots into his personal war with the Decepticon leader, he just… didn't know what to do with himself.
Starscream was so immersed in his thoughts that he didn't even flinch as he usually might've when Skywarp warped a few feet in front of him. "Oh, hey 'Screamer, wasn't expecting to see you here."
At the sound of his name, said mech tilted his head to look upon the newcomer, forcing a small smile upon his lip components. "What'd you do this time?"
"Oh, I see how it is. Now you don't even ask if I did something to piss someone else off, you just assume that I already did." He grinned. "…I shoved Roddy into a wall, and let's just say; he did not appreciate it."
"Er… yes, well, I wouldn't appreciate it either if you shoved me into a wall."
"Yeah, sure, but it was totally worth it! You should've seen the look on the fraggin' hot shot's face!"
"I'm sure I would've enjoyed it…" Starscream's sarcastic remark didn't go unnoticed by the other seeker.
Skywarp playfully punched the former Decepticon second-in-command on the arm and plopped down on the berth beside him. "Aw, c'mon, you know you love my ever annoying antics. I sure do." He pointed to himself, obviously proud.
If Starscream could've rolled his sight receptors, make no mistake, he would've. Instead he stood and headed for the door. "Sure 'Warp, just lay low for awhile alright? That is, unless you want Ratchet to kick your aft when you and Hot Rod show up in his medbay again… and for the third time this week." He opened the door. "I'm going to the command center."
The violet and black clad mech shrugged. "Suit yourself."
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"Any prominent Decepticon activity on the planet?" Prowl inquired of Bumblebee, who sat at Teletraan I.
"Not since our little run in with Soundwave." The mini-bot easily observed how tense the Autobot's second-in-command was. "And you honestly wonder why everyone's always tryin' to get you to loosen up? Geez Prowl, you're always so serious… and not to mention stiff. So, for your sake," He paused for effect. "relax."
Prowl simply ignored Bumblebee's suggestion. "Wouldn't you also be a little on edge after hearing what Soundwave said and the message he relayed from Megatron?"
"Well, yeah, but, you're always up tight."
Optimus approached the two mechs with Jazz following close behind and glanced between the two. "Are you patronizing my second-in-command again?" He teased.
Bumblebee smiled. "Only for his best interest, of course."
"Nice." Jazz whispered, then said, "What's been goin' on, guys? Anythin' new?"
"Naw, just like I told Prowler here, it's been pretty quiet."
"It's the quiet that bothers me." Prime lingered on the thought for a moment. "Megatron could be planning anything..."
"Expect the unexpected. That's the only way to survive when dealing with him." Starscream strode up to the small crowd after just entering the command center. "That's how I survived."
Jazz nodded, acknowledging the seeker's presence as well as agreeing with his statement. "Hey, 'Screamer."
"Jazz." Starscream glanced at the rest of the bots. "Needless to say I've been quite anxious ever since we took Soundwave prisoner, but today it's gotten noticeably worse. I'm… worried, that something's going to happen, and soon."
"I too have been feeling uneasy as of late." Optimus added. "We should all be on high alert until we officially have something on Megatron."
"What would you suggest we do?" Bumblebee inquired.
"I want every available bot on surveillance or patrol duty, and have every signal that could possibly be a Decepticon communication signal checked and rechecked."
"I'll alert the rest of the Autobots immed—" Prowl was abruptly interrupted.
An explosion big enough to knock every standing mech to the ground made the base quiver and groan in protest. Not microseconds later, the alarm sounded; its screams of warning mixed with the flashing crimson lights were enough to make any bot's systems recoil. Sparks sank with the feeling of knowing that Megatron had finally come…
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The Decepticon Commander's fierce optics light up with satisfaction as the entrance to the Autobot's base tore itself apart after the blast. 'The Autobots will finally succumb to me… they have no chance of surviving. Not now. Not ever.' He thought.
Several silhouettes charged into the gaping hole that their leader had just created. Some stalked low to the ground, while others ran in manically, but all had one intention. Seek out and destroy the Autobots… and anything else that got in their way. Lasers shot out, screams were heard, and more explosions rang out to create a deadly symphony. Megatron smirked, he had been waiting for this for a very, very long time.
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Optimus Prime crouched at the end of the hallway, using the wall as his protection against all the firepower whizzing past him. Taking out his blaster, he waited for the opportune moment to jump out and fire. When the firing ceased for a split microsecond, that's when he acted. The Autobot leader surely and swiftly shot at the Decepticons invading his base, some he didn't recognize, others he hadn't seen in at least 20 vorns, and some he remembered were with Megatron before he was detained 6 vorns ago. 'Megatron will never win. Not if I can help it.' He thought before he backed up against the wall again to avoid getting hit.
Blurr rapidly made his way towards his commander, his face urgent. "Boss-bot-we-have-a-problem, a-major-problem!"
"What is it?"
"It's-Soundwave-he-gotten-free-I-repeat-free-free-free!" The blue bot flailed his arms frantically.
"What?" Optimus contemplated Blurr's words, until it came to him. "He wanted to get caught… he wanted us to throw him in the brig. That way he would already be here when Megatron attacked." Prime looked at the fast-paced mech. "Alert the others, they need to know Soundwave's out and about."
"Sir-yes-sir!" Blurr saluted before he took off.
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Starscream growled as he searched for Skywarp and Thundercracker. 'Where the slag could they be?' He thought.
His null rays were out, hot and ready to fire. He had already shot down many invading Decepticons. It was really quite easy; he merely fired at their chests while they stared wide-eyed— as the humans said— at his Autobot insignias, utterly shocked. Some even had the guts to ask 'why?', but he simply smiled and then fired. The seeker didn't feel like giving them an answer, it's not like they would care, so there was really no point.
A big rumble traveled throughout the base, Starscream had to catch his balance. 'What the frag was that?' He looked around, intrigued yet unnerved. He peaked around the corner stealthily, and instantly backed up, that fight was out of his league. The source of the tremor happened to be Superion and Devastator in their own giant death match. The seeker figured that the Aerialbots could handle themselves, after all, they would no doubt out wit the Constructicons sooner or later.
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Starscream stopped immediately at the sound of his frame bumping into another's, completely still.
"Starscream…" The mech behind said seeker hissed.
The ex-Decepticon's optics widened. He knew that voice like the back of his hand, it belonged to non other than the Decepticon commander.
Megatron.
(A/N) Sorry to leave you on a cliffie there, but oh my freakin' gosh did I have writer's block! So I apologize that it took awhile to get this out. But hopefully now I have enough motivation to get the second half of this two-shot out a little faster. I know this chapter was kinda boring but, it was necessary. The second half should be longer and filled with more dramatic action. XD Thanx for reading!
