"New Recruit"

Starscream discovers theInternet.

Starscream gets to know Red Energon well

Smokescreen ponders about Starscream's heels.

Contains slash and SPOILERS, various pairings implied.

In case anyone hasn't noticed yet, I'm a fan of the Decepticons so pretty much all the ficlets will be about them. Especially about Starscream.

And I'm still continuing my other stories.

Enjoy!


Starscream was browsing through all that absolutely useless data on the human so-called 'Internet'. There was nothing of significance so far. NOTHING. Plenty pictures of cats and of humans getting hurt and being laughed at by other humans.

There were many recordings of... fleshbags procreating as well. It was the most disturbing thing the seeker had ever seen. He truly wanted to delete the memory from his processor.

Pushing the vile thoughts aside, his narcissistic nature made him search his name on this... Internet thingy. He typed 'Starscream' in the search bar and was surprised by the results. There was plenty of information, pictures and videos of him and of other Cybertronian jets who were also called 'Starscream' It was odd...

He searched some more until...

"MegaStar? What is this?"

Click ...

... "Frag! How did they know?!"


Starscream cursed loudly and slammed his fists upon the table. He had lost the Apex Armor to some newbie Autobot. Scrap!

The glowing coming from the center of the table reminded him that he at least managed to collected the red energon.

But one cannot use something to its full potential until they try it first. With that thought, the seeker broke a small portion of the energon and extended his tongue to taste it before consuming it. It didn't posses any particularly nice taste but it wasn't bad either.

He ate the piece slowly and awaited the results. Not a minute later he felt newfound energy rushing through his systems. Every circuit in his frame was charging up. So much power was flowing through his cables. It was exhilarating, even ecstatic.

He had to spend all that energy in some way. Usually, flying would be the perfect solution but he was still missing his T-Cog. And running was out of the question. His delicate pedes were not made for that. Dancing would have been sufficient but Starscream absolutely refused to make a fool of himself by dancing alone. No way! But he needed to do something and do it quickly. Who knows what the effect of the red energon could be if one doesn't spend the extra energy it provides.

It was getting too powerful, too uncontrollable, too much. Everything Starscream felt, saw or heard seemed to be on slow cadence. He was so much more aware now. His servos started to tremble. Soon his whole frame followed and heated up considerably. He had to spend the energy. NOW!

His optics closed and his hand crept down his chest and towards the interface panel.

Might as well enjoy himself…


The Decepticon Commanders' names had been well known by any Autobot. There were plenty of stories about each of them as well. The powerful and fearless Megatron. Soundwave the silent and his creepy tentacles. Shockwave the scientist with his even creepier and downright scary and disgusting experiments etc.

But the rumors and stories about Starscream had surprised Smokescreen. At least a quarter of them were about his legs and pedes – his sinfully sexy legs and pedes. The young Autobot was shocked how easily some of his superiors were admiring the seeker's attributes. He couldn't wrap his processor around the fact such a thing was possible. Decepticons were the bad guys, they had to be despised and defeated, not ogled!

But now that he had seen the Decepticon ex-SIC's frame, he could finally understand…

And the stiletto heels were making his hips look so much better ugh…


Thanks for reading! :)