AN: Oh, wow! Thank you all so much for the reviews, alerts, and favorites! I feel loved…! :D I will admit I had high hopes for this story, and I'm glad you all like it! We finally learn what happens to our three favorite Decepticon commanders!! Enjoy!!
Remember: Reviews are loved (the longer, the better), flames will be read, ignored, and given to Inferno and Red Alert to play with, and constructive criticism is craved like a choco-holic craves chocolate. I love feedback.
And just because I feel the need to put this in here:
Warnings: Sexual innuendos, molestation, Cybertronian language, and general Decepticon pain-in-the-aft-ness. I put this under T for a reason!
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Chapter 2
A very pretty femme seeker sat where Starscream had been. Said femme seeker had the same color scheme as the Decepticon Air Commander, blue arms and hands, red torso, and touches of red on her wings and blue on her feet. She had a very generous bust, a slim waist, a very nice, small, round aft (as some of the mechs were quick to notice) and her wings were slightly thinner and smaller, though held in a near vertical position showing how agitated she was.
The femme looked herself over, touching places most mechs would blush at, with hesitant ghosting hands. Several Autobots turned away respectfully.
Others started.
Lots of them stared.
Her optics widened in horror as reality sank in. She screamed and grabbed her head in panic.
"WHAT DID YOU FRAGGING AUTOBOTS DO TO ME!?!" She screeched. Several mechs covered their audios at her scream. Not that it was unpleasant, though.
Her voice wasn't as audio-grating as the Decepticon Air Commander's. It sounded much more like wind blowing through hanging chimes. Although, admittedly, those chimes were in a high wind and poorly tuned at the moment.
Optimus stared at the femme. There was no way that she was the Decepticon Air Commander! It defied all logic and several levels of the illogical!! But they needed confirmation. "St-Starscream?" Optimus asked in astonishment.
The femme continued to look herself over before the words registered. She snapped her head up to look at Optimus, optics wide with fear, panic, and hatred. It was hard to tell which emotion took the forefront.
The femme tensed, and eased her legs under her so she was on all fours. Not in a bowed position, though. That would be interpreted as a sign of submission and she sure as the pit wasn't submitting. She glared at him, her bright red otpics complementing her color scheme and dark helmet, and flashed her fangs at the Autobot Commander with an obvious look of contempt.
"OF COURSE, I'M STARSCREAM!" She yelled. "WHO DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU!?!"
Starscream continued to yell obscenities at the Autobots and eased into a defensive position, (left leg out farther than the right, and her weight supported by her fingers only). That position made for an easier launch, though she knew the Autobots would fire on her the moment she gunned her engines. But that didn't mean that she would just stay there and wait for the Autobots to take her. She was determined not be caged with a bunch of ground-crawlers, in an underground ship, with no easy access to the sky. She would not go quietly.
The air was tense with anticipation. Who would make the first move? Starscream, jumping into the sky, or the Autobots, arresting the opposing faction's second-in-command? It was a tense few seconds.
A groan alerted the Autobots and Starscream, the femme, to another guest and it broke the tension quite nicely.
A little ways away, obscured by a fine haze of dust, a thin sliver, red, and black femme sat up. She groaned in pain and rubbed her head with her right hand. Situated on her arm was unmistakably Megatron's fusion cannon.
Everyone, including Starscream, stared.
Bets were placed immediately, but Optimus got down to business, content with the knowledge that Prowl make sure that his bet was placed in the right pool.
With a quick word to his men to keep Starscream in their sights, Optimus walked over to the still recovering femme and pulled a pair of stasis cuffs from a subspace pocket. It never hurt to be cautious.
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"Augh…" Megatron groaned. "What in the fragging pits happened…?" The last thing he remembered was that stupid seeker and Soundwave falling onto him and then getting hit with that accursed engineer's the fusion blast. A headache was making it difficult to concentrate on his surroundings. Under the confusion, a clear though ran through his mind.
Why does my head feel different?
True it was a small thought, but it was the beginnings of coherency, and Megatron latched onto it like a man at sea. Megatron used the thought as a means to his surroundings, taking in information where he could. His head was different, he had been caught in an explosion and was knocked unconscious, and everything was relatively quiet.
However, before Megatron could elaborate on the thought further, a large hand encompassed his forearm and a stasis cuff snapped onto his wrist. He jerked his head up in surprise to see the annoyingly bright, blue optics of Optimus Prime.
"YOU!" He screeched, pulling against his bonds.
Wait one fragging minute!!!
He screeched?
His voice sounded higher, more feminine. He could distinctly remember being Optimus's height, and he knew that Optimus's hands shouldn't have been able to cover his entire wrist. Something was wrong here. Maybe he was more damaged than he thought. A quick diagnostics check revealed that he was the human equivalent of shell-shocked, but other than that, completely unharmed.
Megatron dismissed it as a glitch in the programming.
Optimus looked down at him with a calm, steady gaze. Megatron narrowed his eyes at the Prime and flashed his fangs in warning. However, the Prime's next words made him freeze.
"Megatron, I presume?"
Megatron's jaw dropped in insulted astonishment.
What the heck happened while he was unconscious to make the Prime think that Megatron was someone else!?!
If Optimus was kidding (and Megatron fervently hoped he was), he was very bad with jokes. However, since Optimus's optics were serious, Megatron felt insulted at Optimus's actions. Not to mention that Prime's calm tone annoyed the slag out of him!
"OF COURSE I'M MEGATRON, YOU IDIOT!!" He screeched, his voice sounding too high for his liking. "DID YOU HIT YOUR HEAD OR HAS MY PAINTJOB CHANGED AND NOW YOU CAN'T REGONIZE ME AS YOUR ENEMY OR SOMETHING!?!"
He grabbed Prime's arm with his wrist and tried to pull away, but Prime grabbed it and snapped the other stasis cuff on expertly. With the circuit complete, the stasis cuffs activated their neural inhibitors and Megatron instantly felt his strength leave. All of his weapons went offline and offensive battle protocols and subroutines were shut down. He suddenly felt very vulnerable.
And he didn't like it one bit.
"You haven't looked at yourself lately, have you?" Prime said, again with the annoyingly calm voice. Megatron bristled in annoyance. Doesn't he ever raise his voice or at least show some anger or hatred toward his mortal enemy? At least Prime had the brains to subdue his enemy, so maybe he wasn't as stupid as originally thought. Though Megatron was feeling insulted.
"OF COURSE NOT!!" He screeched (that high-pitched voice was really starting to annoy him) and asked sarcastically, "I DON'T HAVE A GAPPING HOLE WHERE MY SPARK USED TO BE, DO I!?!"
"No," Prime said, still in that calm, collected voice, "but you should really take a look at your second-in-command and yourself."
Primus, why does the Prime have to keep using that maddeningly calm voice all the time!? Megatron glared at him. This had to be a trap, just like the trap that had caused his unofficial capture. But then again, Starscream and Soundwave had been with him in the explosion, so seeing the seeker's mangled shell would make him feel better.
Megatron followed Optimus with his optics as the Prime moved behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. Megatron nearly flinched in disgust when Prime's blue hands touched him. Fragging Autobots… have they never heard of personal space? Megatron paused as the ridiculous thought floated through his mind, but he had to agree with it. Prime was too close for his liking. He glowered up at Prime before growling in annoyance and turning his attention to the congregation of Autobots and his stupid Second-in-Command.
A violent retort was on the tip of his tongue, but it died almost immediately as he stared, mouth hanging open slightly, at the sight before him.
Crouching on the ground in his second-in-command's colors, sat a rather pretty femme seeker. She looked exactly like his second-in-command, only smaller and thinner than before, her wings nearly vertical on her back. Her optics continually shifted from one Autobot to the next, looking for openings and weak points. He took note that the femme was very beautiful, with a generous bust and a slim form. Megatron saw some of the Autobot fliers ogling Starscream's new streamline figure, especially her aft and her bust.
And Megatron understood why.
She was beautiful and Megatron was sure that most of the Autobots hadn't seen a femme in a ridiculously long amount of time. Even the Decepticons had been missing out on the action, the few Decepticon femmes totally in approachable. But for some reason, he didn't feel physically or emotionally attracted to to the femme. He'd normally jump a femme like that– frag what she thought!– but now…
Not so much.
"St-Starscream?" He asked hoarsely. The femme looked up at the name and stared at him in return, her optics widening the longer she looked at him. Whatever doubts he had about the femme's identity were thrown out the window.
The femme was his second-in-command!
Just what in the pit happened while he was unconscious?!
"Megatron?" The femme, now confirmed as Starscream, asked in astonishment. He noticed that Starscream's voice much softer and it didn't have that scratchy undertone anymore.
Megatron unconsciously nodded his head in acknowledgement. Starscream's mouth dropped and her horror and amazement were displayed clearly for all to see.
How in the world had Starscream become a femme!?! It defied all logic and most of the illogical!! He just stared and a sense of dread filled him.
Just what was that weapon of the Autobot engineer's!?!?!
"Now, look at yourself." Optimus commanded from behind. Megatron feared what he happened to him if Starscream was roving his– now her– optics over Megatron's frame. Megatron quickly looked down at himself.
Wait, scratch that, herself, and screamed.
She had a bust that was slightly smaller than Starscream's, a slim waist, and an even better looking aft than Starscream's. She had still retained her original color scheme of before only her pelvic region, the front part of her shins, her feet, and her forearms and hands were now jet black, with red plating over the back of her shins, her stomach, and halfway down her upper-arm to her elbow, instead of her uniform gun-metal grey. She could feel the stares of the Autobots as they looked at hi– uh, her. She also noticed that some of the Autobots' stares were directed at her head and she remembered that her head had felt different earlier.
But why would it? There was nothing wrong with it before.
She raised her stasis cuffed hands and ran them over the top of her head. Prime made no move to stop her. As she touched the sides and tops of her head and felt the grove marks, she realized why it was different.
Her helmet was missing.
With this realization came the feeling of what would have been identified by anyone else as fear or shock, though her face didn't show it. The decorative antennae panels, that had been hidden from the world for so long, sprang up in response to Megatron's internal emotions. Nearly everyone, save two mechs and Starscream, jumped in surprise and even Optimus flinched back a little.
There were four: two on either side of her head near her audios and two on the top of her head over her eyes. Each one was jet black with gold markings that twisted and turned across the black base plating. They were each three panels long and gleamed brightly in the sun. The panels on her head folded back, nearly lying flat.
She turned to Prime. "Where is my helmet?" She asked quietly. Her optics narrowed and they promised murder if Optimus didn't tell her what she needed to know. Optimus nodded to his men and they looked around, too dazed to even care that the order had indirectly come from their worst enemy.
"Here it is!" Someone called from the back. He waved Megatron's helmet in the air over the crowd and threw the helmet to Optimus, who caught it easily.
"Give it here!" Megatron demanded, her cuffed palms facing upward. Prime placed it in her hands and Megatron snapped it away from him. She looked over it quickly to make sure there were no dents, and, finding none, put it on. There was a small click as the helment locked into place and she shook her head to make sure it wouldn't come off. "That's better." She whispered contentedly to herself. "Now," she glared up at the Prime. "WHAT IN THE PIT DID YOU DO TO US!?!" She yelled in anger.
Optimus staggered slightly at the sheer volume of Megatron's demand. Apparently, she could be as vocal as her second-in-command when she wanted to. Optimus quickly regained his balance and composure.
"We're not sure what happened to you." He said calmly, keeping everything under control so that nothing too extreme would happen. He took the human philosophical law, somehow discovered by a man named Murphy, seriously.
Megatron glared at him and she was shaking with barely suppressed rage. "NOT SURE!!?" She sreamed. "NOT SURE!?! HOW THE PIT COULD YOU BE 'NOT SURE!?!?!'" Optimus's audios rang at her yells. Megatron was getting angrier and angrier by the second and he was– uh, she was– always dangerous when angry. A tiny at the far, far back of his mind squeaked indignantly, What crawled up her tailpipe and died?! Optimus ignored it and squashed the little voice like a bug.
Optimus grabbed the stasis cuff holding her and pulled her to her feet. "Wha-?" She began, but Optimus gripped a line on her neck between two fingers. Megatron stiffened as the energon flow to a central part of her processor was slowed. She instantly felt her internal processes slow and a wave of fatigue wash over her. If Prime closed the line even tighter, she'd fall offline. Starscream flinched and let out a strangled cry of fear at Optimus's actions.
"Prowl," Optimus ordered, all business, Megatron not moving, "cuff Starscream and Soundwave, take them back to the Ark, and put them in the heavy detention area of the brig." Prowl nodded and pulled a pair of stasis cuffs from a subspace pocket. He walked purposefully toward Starscream who visibly tensed. Prowl bent down to cuff her, reached out, and grabbed her arm.
Starscream shrieked in terror and sprang into the air, gunning her turbines and dragging Prowl with her. Prowl yelled in surprise and let go as she flew off. He hit the dusty ground rolling and landed on knee. He shouted after Starscream.
"CAPTURE HIM–uh, I mean, HER!"
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The Aerialbots took their cue and jumped into the air, gunning their own turbines to catch up with Starscream. They flew straight up and circled Starscream as the seeker made to head towards the Pacific Ocean. Starscream had to perform some rather fancy fly-work to avoid hitting the other fliers. Several times she had to change course, to intent on escape to even think of using her weapons, and ducked this way and that.
She headed in another direction, but was forced to stop when Fireflight flew in front of her barely a foot between them. She hovered in midair to avoid crashing into the other Aerialbots as they surrounded her and flew in circles, trapping her within a ball of Autobots, getting a little bit closer each time around.
Air Raid transformed and said with his glossa hanging out of his mouth, his optics lazy and a goofy grin on his face, "It's she pretty?"
Starscream's face plates heated up and she looked offended. There was no way she was going to let an Autobot hit on her!! Slingshot came up out of nowhere and forced her back a bit. He transformed and flew around her, his own optics lazy and another goofy grin on his face.
Yes, she is!" He agreed to Air Raid's question. He whistled appreciatively at her, making no effort to hide his lingering gaze on Starscream's aft. Starscream squeaked in embrassment and indignation and instinctively covered her aft with her hands. Slingshot and Air Raid put thier thumbs up and whooped joyfully at Starscream's display.
Starscream immediately took her hands off her aft and balled them into fists, her eyes burning with rage and embarrassment. These sorry excuses for fliers were toying with her, making her the object of laughter! Starscream's optics narrowed and her temper quickly rose to the surface. Megatron had done it one too many times for her to take it lying down anymore.
However before she could do anything in retaliation, Starscream felt someone grab onto her back and held her close in a twisted parody of a lover's embrace. She struggled against the Aerialbots arms, but the Aerialbot in question had a firm grip on her. She looked over her shoulders and saw Fireflight, a suave, mischievous grin spread across his features.
"Hey, beautiful," he said in his most suave and seductive voice (which wasn't all that seductive nor suave). "The name's Fireflight. What do you say we leave theses losers here and head someplace quiet?" He ran a hand down Starscream's side, despite the femme seeker's attempts to pull away, and patted her aft lovingly.
Starscream's embarrassment rose as did her anger. She shrieked in indignation and she reached over her shoulder, grabbed Fireflight by his neck, and threw him into Slingshot. The two Aerialbots cried out as the crashed together and they both flew into Air Raid because neither knew whose thrusters were whose.
Starscream grinned evilly in triumph as the three Aerialbots fell towards terra firma, their shouts of surprise and panic music to her audios. Starscream turned to leave for the Nemesis, but before she even got her thrusters into the correct direction, she felt another body slam into her. She thought for a moment that the remaining Aerialbots were going to molest her again, but instead of groping hands, strong hands gripped her forearms behind her and a pair of stasis cuffs snapped onto her wrists.
Immediately, all her weapons systems, battle routines, and defensive subroutines went offline and her thrusters gave out on her as primary flight programs were suppressed. She gasped as gravity did its work and the arms at her back flipped her so that she was laying bridal-style in the arms of Silverbolt, the Aerialbot leader.
Starscream was going to protest at being held this way, convinced that she was going to be taken away to only Primus knew where, to do only Primus knew what. However, she didn't say anything in light of the fact that his face wasn't like the others. His expression was all business, no nonsense, and a hint of disapproval and fury in his features.
A complete contrast to the molesters of before.
Silverbolt addressed the Aerialbots' second-in-command, Skydive. "Make sure the others are alright," he ordered in a pleasant tone, but there was a hardness in his features that showed his anger, "and then tell them NOT to molest another flier ever again. I'll take Starscream down."
Skydive looked dubiously at Starscream in his leaders arms, but nodded and flew down to the other three Aerialbots, who were still trying to figure out whose body parts were whose. As Skydive approached them, they hastily untangled themselves gracelessly and stood before their commander with uncertain looks. Skydive's whole posture screamed righteous fury and he began yelling at them. Starscream caught some of Skydive's reprimands, like "What kind of Autobots are you!?" and "This is the type of behavior I've only seen in the most disreputable places on Cybertron!!"
Skydive was using the guilty-trip tactic, oldest trick in the book, with a 99.9…% success rate.
Those three never stood a chance.
Starscream was pleased to see that Skydive hit Fireflight on the head when he made said something to Skydive's speech. Skydive continually shouted at them and all three Aerialbots huddled together in fear of their second-in-command.
Whatever he was telling them, it scared the slag out of the three Aerialbots.
Starscream hadn't noticed Silverbolt taking her down. They landed back in the circle of Autobots and Silverbolt let Starscream down gently, ever the gentlemech. ."Here you go, Prowl," he said in a tired voice, "she's all yours." He pushed Starscream lightly in between the wing joints towards Prowl. She staggered slightly, but Prowl already had his hands on her shoulders.
"Thanks, Silverbolt," Prowl said and looked up at the other Aerialbots. "By the way, your men are going to get double duties on everything for molesting Starscream." He added. Silverbolt didn't object. He jumped into the air and flew next to Skydive, his frame imposing a sense of imperial authority in him, despite his fear of heights which made him an outcast to his own kind.
Prowl quickly checked the cuffs on Starscream's wrists and said, "You won't be molested by those three again." His tone implied that the words were supposed to be comforting, but Starscream bristled with indignation.
"I don't need you defending me!" She hissed at him. Prowl scoffed quietly.
"Just keep telling yourself that." He said absentmindedly.
During all this commotion, Jazz had taken it upon himself to retrieve a still unconscious Soundwave. After seeing what had happened to Starscream and Megatron, Jazz wasn't surprised to find a female version of Soundwave where the Communications Officer previously disappeared. He had picked her up and carried her, bridal-style, over to the circle of Autobots.
As Jazz approached with Soundwave in his arms, Megatron and Starscream's angry mutterings and attentions were diverted to the sight before them. They had suspected that Soundwave had been turned into a femme as well, but it was disconcerting to see it in person.
Soundwave was just a slim as Megatron and Starscream, but had the largest bust out of the three of them. She had lost her face mask in the explosion, but her red visor was intact. From what little of Soundwave's face they all could see, she was the most beautiful femme out of the three of them. Her chest, pelvic region, upper arms, hands, and lower legs and feet were dark blue, and her thighs and lower arms were white with a red band surrounding each arm and her alt. mode had not changed.
Jazz's faceplates heated up at the sight of such a beautiful femme in his arms. And it had beena long time since he had seen any femme. He had to keep the more dirty thoughts out of his head, lest the Communications Officer read his mind. After all, Soundwave was telepathic and no one knew if she could read minds while asleep.
No one had been dumb enough to find out.
"Alright," Optimus said, back to business now the top three Decepticon rulers were subdued. "Autobots, transform and roll out!" and he closed the energon line on Megatron's neck. She instantly went offline and fell into Optimus's arms. Prowl tired to do the same to Starscream, who was doing everything in her power to avoid him, but he eventually hit the line in the correct spot and Starscream knew no more.
As the Autobots left for their home, none of them noticed two robotic birds, a robotic bat, two small robots, and a robotic cat hurry away towards the Pacific coast.
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Ending AN: Well, there you are! Chapter 2! Okay, for those who caught it, yes, there was a Megatron: Origin reference there. I love Megatron: Origin because you very rarely get to see how the villain became the villain and his antennae panels were one of the most interesting details in it (THANK YOU, ALEX MILNE!!) Also, I believe Soundwave is a telepath. It's an interesting concept, telepathy in Transformers. (If you need canon proof of Transformers telepathy, read Megatron: Origin, chapter 2, pg. 44. Soundwave is interrogating an Autobot spy using Lazerbeak as a medium. THANK YOU, ERIC HOLMES!!)
Oh, and to answer your question, Meirelle: Of course Prime knows about the gambling pools!! He's a frequent participant!! :D
