Random little sequel to 'Mirror, Mirror'. Why? I FEEL LIKE IT.
GASP. LOOK AT ALL THE ANGST. XD Oh well, not all my stories are rainbow ponies and lollipops…and crack humor. Prefer my crack humor? Out of luck this time, mates. This takes place about two vorns after 'Mirror, Mirror', just to give you an idea of setting. Also, I have no idea if mention character death means a story is rated M…so sorry if the rating is inappropriate.
Past: italics
Present: normal
Optimus Prime wasn't the type of mech to be easily shaken by a few words from his evil brother. But unfortunately, this time was different.
'Do you honestly think he'll stay under your control for long, Optimus?" He was fighting with Megatron for what seemed to be the umpteenth time in his life, this time, over his son, Steelscale, whom Megatron had stolen from him. "How long do you think he'll listen to you? I've already shown him what this side of the plain looks like compared to yours…" The Decepticon leader dodged a blast from Optimus. "Huh, you don't even need to say anything…I can already tell. He's going to join me sooner or later, Prime. I can already tell."
Primus, that was a fear he really didn't want to discuss. He concealed that little insecurity by saying to himself that Steelscale wasn't like that.
Unfortunately, that wasn't to be the case. You see, there's a reason why Megatron said what he did. It was all part of the master plan.
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"Steelscale, you have been found guilty of killing Autobots Mirage and Bluestreak. We sentence you to be sent into exile. You have three orns to get out of Autobot territory, or you will be killed on sight."
The young mech, now considered fully grown, stood before a parliament of sorts. His expression hadn't changed at all. Optimus ,who stood in front of the 'parliament', matched his son's gaze levelly and without any trace of remorse. In actuality, Optimus Prime was broken inside. He didn't want to believe that his son had killed two loyal Autobots, but his only choices were send him into exile or execute him…
Everyone knew that Optimus couldn't send his son to his death. Exile was by far less painful for both father and son.
Later that same night, Steelscale left. He hadn't told anyone of his leave. The news would spread through the ranks and everyone would know by the end of the second orn.
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The landscape had changed greatly over the course of time. The USA had completely been overrun by their race, as had South America, so the humans had been forced to move to eastward. The Autobot territory stretched from the west coast to the Midwestern states. Everything past that was Decepticon territory. The formerly lush areas of this continent had been reduced to rubble and desert region.
Steelscale didn't use his alt mode. He walked. This gave him a chance to think about the situation.
He knew he hadn't killed either of them. He was, or had been, good friends with Bluestreak, in fact. But it was his word against Chargepulse's…
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A massive battle was taking place on the edge of the two territories.
Already, Steelscale and Glyph were in the thick of things. They made the perfect team, both equally matched in speed and strength, and always looking out for each other. Techna had taken the path of a Special Ops agent, so she wasn't present at the time.
As the two brothers fought through the throng of Decepticon with precise aim, Steelscale happened to notice that Bluestreak was getting his aft kicked not far from his current location. "Oi! Glyph!" The red and blue mech called to his brother, who replied, "Little busy here, Scale!" Indeed he was. He was fighting a Decepticon with his energy sword, deflecting the plasma blasts with the flat of his blade. Shrugging, he fought his way to Bluestreak…just as he was cut down by a vaguely familiar looking energy blade. Steelscale whirled around to see an icy blue mech standing over Bluestreak, preparing to give the final blow. Steelscale charged at him, toppling him over. Somehow, the Decepticon managed to stagger back upright and turned on the red and blue mech. It was then Steelscale realized who he really was.
"Chargepulse?" He said incredulously. The icy blue mech gave him a smile that was as cold as his spark. "Aye." He said, and suddenly Steelscale felt someone grab him from behind. "Hey boss!" A voice said. "Caught this one up one the ridge. Bashed him good, I did!" The mech behind him tossed a limp form on the ground before Chargepulse. He was barely recognizable, but it could be no one else.
It was Mirage.
Steelscale could only stare in horror. He didn't even notice Chargepulse send out an SOS signal and darting away…but not before the mech behind him shot him with an odd ray. Steelscale cried in pain as it hit him and he staggered a few steps towards Bluestreak. He was already dead.
That was when Optimus and his team caught him.
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Needless to say, he had been accused to murder and had been found guilty. While he had been confined to the Brig, he'd tried to speak with Glyph, but that only resulted in the black mech snarling at him about being a traitor to the Autobots, and that no punishment was bad enough for him.
That had really hurt. He didn't even want to talk to Techna. She'd never speak to him again anyway. It was common knowledge that she had had her optics set on Bluestreak, and now, well…
At the end of the first orn, he was already three fourths out of his former faction's territory. That's where he encountered the Roving patrol.
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"Well, well, if it isn't Optimus Prime's spawn!"
The red and blue mech had been surrounded in an instant. It was Starscream leading this team, along with his protégé, Metalfeather, a Seeker like his mentor and several other younger Seekers whom he was teaching today.
"Oh, this is just great…" muttered Steelscale, the cannons mounted on his arms crackling to life. "That's what she said!" called one of the Seekers in the back, causing the rest, excluding MF and Starscream, to laugh uproariously. "SHUT UP, YOU IDIOTS!" snarled MF, and everyone fell silent. "Good job, protégé." Starscream said approvingly. "Anyway, what the slag are you doing over on this side of the border, Autobrat? Shouldn't you be at home, crying to mommy?" The older Seeker sneered, causing his crèche of subordinates to burst into haughty laughter.
Steelscale knew how to deal with losers like this. Shaking his head, he said, "Ah, Starscream, you must not have been informed. I've been exiled, didn't you know?" A chorus of accusing 'Oooooh's' came from the group. "Oh really? And what makes you think you can just waltz into Decepticon territory just like that?" The Seeker said in the same sneering tone. "I killed two Autobots." Steelscale said in a firm voice.
Another chorus of 'Oooooh's' and a "Which ones?" from the back of the crowd. "Autobots Mirage and Bluestreak." Replied the exiled mech. He really didn't enjoy talking about his former comrades like that, but he had to. Besides, there was no way Optimus would take him back, not under any circumstances.
"I'm still waiting for an answer, Autobrat. You can't just walk in here and expect to become a Decpticon here and now!" snarled Starscream, who was getting really mad now.
"Who says he can't, Starscream?" The Seeker turned to see Megatron heading a patrol.
That was new. Normally it was Brawl heading this particular patrol. "Nice to see you out and about, Lord Megatron." Starscream's tone immediately changed, as some of the younger Seekers exchanged amused glances. Apparently, Starscream was still a brownnoser, now and forever.
"Now, now, Starscream, enough of your flattery, because it'll get you absolutely nowhere." Megatron said in a purring voice. He had changed as well. His frame could now be considered 'gaunt' but he wasn't any weaker than he was then. One thing that had changed was his evil. It had festered for too long and was worse than it was two vorns back.
"Now, I think he should be given a chance as a Decepticon." Megatron said in the same sweet as honey voice. Only the Decpticons knew that he used that tone if it was part of his 'master plan'.
So frankly, he'd only use it near Steelscale.
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As Megatron spoke, a brown and green femme looked from behind her leader to see someone she hadn't seen in a long time.
Turret blinked. 'Steelscale?' she thought curiously. Well, this was awkward. She waved slightly, and to her surprise and elation, he waved back, just as surprised as her.
She ducked behind Megatron. She just realized how much they had grown over a long period of time. He looked more like his father, and she…well, had grown up. How long would Steelscale be staying with the Decpticons? She really hoped it wasn't long. Barricade wouldn't be happy about his presence…Neither would Frenzy.
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Before Steelscale really had a chance to grasp the situation, however, he found himself following a clearly 'happy as a clam' Megatron, and a grumbling Starscream back to the Decepticon base.
The base was set in the rocky region that used to be Washington D.C. As they passed through the main halls, Steelscale could feel the stares and glares of the surrounding Decepticons. It was natural they didn't trust him, but did they have to stare so much?
So, they were in Megatron's 'throne room', which was quite dark, lighted dimly by a few bulbs on the ceiling. "So, Steelscale." Megatron said in the sweet tone. "I see your creator kicked you out for something you didn't do." Steelscale looked up. How did he know? "Oh, I have a few agents among the Autobots." Megatron laughed, answering the unasked question. "I see you've met Cryos." The icy blue mech appeared at Megatron's side out of nowhere. "Took you long enough." Cryos sneered. "Anyway, I can assume you are here to be a Decepticon?"
"Like I have anywhere else to go…" mumbled the former Autobot. "They it's settled!" said Megatron in a falsely cheerful voice. "You may want to consider changing your armor color or Decepticon may attack and or kill you while in recharge."
"Hey, Steelscale! Wait up!"
The mech tured to see that green and brown femme running after him. "Oh. Hey." he said. "Do I know you?"
Turret deadpanned. "Turret. Remember?" she said. She could see the stressmark on herself already. "Oh, right." he said, sweatdropping.
Was this the begining of a beautiful relationship? Hahaha, you wish.
But, then again, nothing's certain. Maybe it is the start of something between the two.
Wow…this is longer that three or four of my normal chaps…Anyway, I may be doing a sequel to this too…if I feel good. –nudgenudge-
