Ok, so it's a multichap now. Well, now I have to work my poor hands off. --'
Really hope you like it.
"Dang, Steel, you get up early."
A grumbling VG and GH were following their newest student to the combat range. They had been one of the few who were actually glad to see the young mech. Among that group, there was Quakeshot, Shift and Turret, naturally. "We always had to get up this early, GH." Said a cheerful Steelscale.
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It had only been a few orns since Steelscale's arrival, and already, he had proven himself to be an excellent Decepticon. He had his Autobot symbol on his chest changed into the Decepticon's and he felt ABSOLUTLY NO remorse in it. In fact, he was downright proud of himself. He couldn't decide if he wanted a name change, but he'd already changed the color of his armor. Now, it was black and green.
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He was VG's and GH's student again. They taught together, as Megatron had requested them to do with him. Both mentors watched as their newest student proved that he had the same fighting style as Ironhide. Both smirked. Apparently, he'd learned so much from that crazy trigger happy, that he was mimicking his moves through memory. This was a definite advantage on their part. They could study his moves and find their weakness, then apply them to the corresponding fighter.
The Autoslags wouldn't know what hit them.
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Turret had finished her training for the day, and stopped to observe the latest Decepticon's moves as well.
"So, what do you think, Turret? Think he'll turn completely?" VG asked the femme, folding his arms. "I guess…" she answered hesitantly. "I still can't believe what Optimus did to him! But I guess he kinda deserved it…he did kill those two Autobots." GH snorted. "You've been misinformed, mate. It was Cryos and Chainmail who killed those two, and framed him for it." He smiled at Turret's look of surprise. "What really gets me is that Optimus and the others didn't see what was right in front of them! It obviously wasn't Steelscale, he's too much of a pansy to actually kill an Autobot." VG nodded. "Yeah, I mean, come on. He's Optimus Prime's son, fer Primus' sake! He was created an Autobot!"
Unknown to the three, Steelscale could hear them loud and clear. He was slightly touched by the fact that they though his banishment was unfair, but it seemed they thought about it a different way. Stalking back towards the group, he called, "Hey Turret. VG, GH, I'm all done for today. And I appreciate the support, but I'm never going back to the Autobots." GH sweatdropped. "Oh, you heard us, huh?" Steelscale nodded. "Yeah, pretty much. Let's go get some energon, my fuel tank's empty."
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"My apologies, Lord Megatron. I couldn't help myself."
"I always thought you were the intelligent one, Cryos. But you're no better that Chainmail!" Megatron's voice was filled with a dark malice, as he stared at the bowing spy.
The ice blue mech winced at the harsh words. Insulting his intelligence wasn't new, but it still hurt. "That meddlesome Prowl was almost onto our plans. I had to get rid of him!" "But did you really have to dismember him and dump his parts on the Autobot's front door?"
Cryos smiled to himself. "Ok, so it's not in my normal subtle style. But he put up a struggle, and Chainmail got carried away…" "None of your excuses, robo-rat! I don't care whose fault it is! Just don't let it happen again!"
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Silence loomed over the Autobot base.
Prowl had been discovered horribly maimed at the Autobot's doorstep…literally. Optimus was a wreck. Everything was falling apart at the seams. First Steelscale was exiled for Mirage and Bluestreak's deaths, and now this. And the rumors had started.
Rumor were flying around that it hadn't been Steelscale behind the deaths, but a Decepticon in the ranks somewhere. This caused many false accusations, and suspicions were on high. Others claimed to have seen Steelscale killing Prowl, but there was no real proof, mind you. The bots in question could have seen a passing shadow or something. Many had been pressing Techna and Glyph into answering questions about their brother, and they were forced to hide from crowds until Optimus told them to cut it out or else.
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Tecna sighed. How long had it been since she had seen her brother? Despite the current 'bad name' he had, she missed him terribly. Sadly, that wasn't the case for Glyph. He couldn't care less that his brother was gone. Sure, in fights, they cooperated, but they never really got along off the battlefield…She returned to her work, securing the networks and all. Jazz was off on a different mission, so she was here…securing the firewalls and such.
She didn't notice some fluid rolling down her faceplates.
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Chargepulse stood before Optimus Prime in rapt attention. The mech had his head down on his desk and didn't look up for several breems. When he did look up, he seemed older, more tired. "Chargepulse," he said, voice low, as though it was tired too. "It would seem you're one of the few unaffected by these times." "Apologizes, sir, but I have been affected, just not as much. I do miss Steelscale, he was a good lad." The electric blue mech said, voice artistically chocked with emotion. "I was just as surprised by his killings as much as you were." "Yes…"Optimus said, voice still low. "Anyway, I want you to be in charge of security now, as it was Prowl's job, and…well." "Say no more, sir. I'll take care of it." "Thank you, Chargepulse. Dismissed."
As the mech walked out, he smiled to himself. 'He's so consumed with grief, he's trusting me. ME!' he thought maliciously. 'I've got to tell Lord Megatron about this the next chance I get.'
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Steelscale was enjoying himself at the Decepticon base.
First, a few shy looking femmes had approached him and asked timidly, "A-are you S-teelscale, the former Autob-bot?" When he had said yes, they asked, "Well, is it true? You killed two Autobots?" He had told them he hadn't done such a thing, and they left, muttering amongst one another. "Don't worry about them, Steel." Turret had placed a hand on the confused mech's shoulder. "The femmes here are very confusing. You'll find that out soon enough."
Bleh, my hands hurt…