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Decepticon MasterChapter 4 – Gladiatorial Combat
"Misty," said Megatron, staring soulfully into her eyes. "You are far more beautiful than your air-head sisters."
"Oh, Megatron…" she tearfully protested, turning away. "You don't have to lie to make me feel better."
He grabbed her and pressed her close to his manly/transformerly chest, draped in a crisp tuxedo. "It's true." He insisted, spinning her in an intimate waltz over the sea of rose petals along a golden road into the stars. "You are more lovely than Moon's grace…"
"Oh Megatron!" Misty uttered, tears in her eyes. "I want this moment to last a thousand forevers!"
Back in reality, Misty wondered along the Viridian Forest, sealed in her fantasy world, a trail of drool from her lip. Walking in front, Soundwave, Megatron and Pikachu stared back at her.
"The human continues to follow us." Soundwave observed as they followed their path – to GLORY! (As Megatron insisted)
Megatron was getting a little creeped out by it all.
"Pika ka? (What's her name anyway?)"
Stopping suddenly, their commander turned and confronted her. "Meatbag!" He roared, his finger an inch from her eyes. "What is your purpose?"
Misty pushed his hand from her face. "My name's not Meatbag – it's Misty!" She growled back, fantasy forgotten. "And I'm sticking to you like glue until you pay me back for my shuttle!"
Sneering, Megatron rubbed his chin. "Glue, is it?" He glanced at Pikachu mounted on his shoulder. "The problem with glue is that it tends to melt…" Suddenly, he sprung forward, cannon aiming at the girl's face. "…IN HEAT!!"
Before he could blow the water trainer's face off, there was a whirring noise nearby. All turned to see a small black and purple bug with steel pincers eating a tree trunk. Literally biting into the wood.
Misty, who hadn't flinched when Megatron had turned his weapon on her, screamed and hid behind him.
"A BUG!!" She screamed. Pikachu and Megatron shared a look and shrugged.
The strange creature noticed her, and sped after her, though whether it wanted to feed or cuddle, nobody knew or wanted to know. It leapt off the ground, but Megatron thoughtless caught it out of the air.
"What is it?" He asked, as it squirmed and whirred at him.
"Shrapnel – the victim pokémon." Said Soundwave. "A bug type that no one loves."
"Heaven knows I don't!" Misty butted in. "There are three things in the world I can't stand – one, is bugs, two is -"
Megatron raised a hand and turned his attention away from the girl. "No one cares." He examined the creature. Anything that sent such paralysing terror through a human being had to be a useful weapon. "Soundwave, how do I capture it?"
"Phase one; battle and weaken pokémon with trainer's pokemon. Phase two, capture with pokéball." The tape-deck transformer advised. Any advice that involved war and enslavement was good advice to Megatron.
"Excellent!" He cried, throwing the Shrapnel to the grass, half-knocking it into unconsciousness already. "Pikachu – transform and attack!"
Pikachu stared.
"You know what I mean."
The yellow rodent jumped to the ground. The Shrapnel looked nervous, and made to leave peacefully. The Decepticons were having none of that, however, and Pikachu lurched forward in a Quick Attack, knocking the bug over on its back. It rolled there, dazed.
Megatron saw his chance. "Soundwave, now!"
"Attention; Pokéball." The navy transformer said, pressing the open button on his shoulder. "Operation; Capture."
The window on Soundwave's chest opened, launching a pokéball at the downed pokémon. The ball rocked back and forward, then rested.
"Pika! (Boo-yah!)"
Megatron reached down and took the ball. Lifting it up, his eyes glowed with glee.
"Superb…" he mused, and then broke into rumbling, mad laughter.
Misty cut him off. "Oh, very impressive, you captured a shrapnel!" She praised sarcastically. "Nobody captures a shrapnel! They don't bother!"
Megatron's mirth turned to rage. Rounding on the girl he shouted, "Silence, Misty!" Unwittingly almost causing her to swoon at the use of her name. She snapped out of it as he shoved the ball in her face. "This insect is now part of my grand army, and shall serve me loyally – unlike some of my other warriors." He added, thinking vengefully of Starscream.
Misty jumped away from the ball. "Argh, keep it away from me!"
Never one to turn down the chance to inflict torture on a living creature, Megatron grinned and shoved the ball into her face. For the first time, she fled and he pursued.
Soundwave observed these bizarre interactions silently, Pikachu at his feet. Letting his ears drop, Pikachu sighed, but turned at the sound of jet engines.
Thinking at first it was Starscream again, Megatron let off Misty and looked into the sky. A jet flew in, transforming into a robot, which landed and began pecking at the grass.
"Starscream!" Megatron cried, shaking a fist at the pokémon. "You dare show me your face again!" The Decepticon Commander raised his cannon. "I'll tear your transistors to shreds!"
Before he could unleash the weight of his rage, Misty grabbed his arm and held him back.
"Hey, stop it, Megatron!" She cried, failing to explain how she knew his name. She pointed at the pokémon's blue colouring. "That's not a starscream!"
"Thundercracker; the blue clone pokémon." Helpfully put in Soundwave. "Thunderscrakers are known for using sound to damage their opponents."
Never once letting on that he made a mistake, Megatron went from rage to scheming in a second. "Thundercracker, you say?" He lifted his newly-acquired pokéball. "Let's see how our new soldier performs." He tossed the ball. "Shrapnel, destroy him!"
Having visions of this going belly-up, Misty watched as Shrapnel appeared, glancing around nervously.
"Shar, shrapnel? (Um, what?)" It said, confused. Shrapnel looked up at the Thundercracker glaring down on him. "Shrap! Shrap-nel!? (What! I'm meant to fight this thing?)"
Pikachu shook his head sadly. "Piiika chu. (Yep, you're stuffed.)"
Megatron watched with growing anger as Shrapnel fled from Thundercracker, who was throwing sonic attacks at the insect. As Megatron seethed, Misty patted him on the shoulder patronisingly.
"That's what happens when you don't take type into account!" She lectured. Megatron glared.
"Explain yourself, human."
"Well, Thundercracker's a flying type, while Shrapnel's a piece of crap." She explained. "It's only natural Shrapnel will get slammed."
Gritting his teeth, Megatron recalled Shrapnel into its ball. "You useless scrap-ball! I should have you recycled into a trash compactor!" He turned to his Pikachu, shouting. "Pikachu, attack! ATTAAAACK!"
Pikachu was more than willing to engage in a more type-appropriate encounter, and stepped up to the plate. Thundercracker didn't seem to understand the smack down he was in for, and laughed.
"Thun! Thunder thuncrack! (Ha! You think you've got what it takes, punk?)"
"Pikachu. (In droves.)" Responded Pikachu, frying Thundercracker with a Thunderbolt. Coughing, the jet fell to the ground.
Megatron smiled savagely. "Soundwave, deploy the pokéball!" He screamed. Pushing his shoulder, the Communications Officer tossed the ball and caught Thundercracker.
The little yellow rat fetched the pokéball and scurried up Megatron, sitting on his shoulder. As he dropped the ball in Megatron's black hand, the Decepticon smiled.
"Commendable work, Pikachu." He said, gazing at the second addition to his army today. "It is relieving to have at least one comrade on which I can depend."
For a moment, Misty thought he was referring to her and blushed, boring the dirt with her toe. Then she realised he meant Pikachu.
"Oh."
Walking up to his lieutenant, Megatron swept his hand over the scenery. "This forest has proved most abundant – we shall raze it to the ground until every pokémon in it lies in a ball or dead."
Misty rolled her eyes at his extremism. "You're just going to cause trouble…"
"Trouble?"
"Prepare for trouble!"
"Make it double!"
The Decepticon war party glanced around in confusion at the new voices. From the sky above, a blue car and a jet screamed through the forest canopy.
"To protect the world from devestation!"
"To unite all peoples within our nation!"
"To denounce the evils of truth and love"
"To extend our reach to Cybertron above!"
"Jesse!" The woman in question leapt from the flying car and did a serious of flips, landing perfectly on the ground. Pikachu gave her an eight point seven.
"Tracks!" The car transformed and landed next to her.
"Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light!" Pose.
"Surrender now or prepare to fight!" Pose.
"Starscream!" Said the jet, transforming and landing. "That's right!"
"So," said Megatron, narrowing his eyes. "I see you have a Thundercracker, too…" Misty slapped him in the back of the head.
"Get lost, you're not stealing our pokémon!" She yelled. Tracks looked offended while the others faked innocence. Badly.
"Us? Steal your pokémon?" Said Tracks, crossing his arms. "Will I never!"
"How rude!" Starscream added.
"We're merely here to challenge you to an entirely honest pokémon match!" Jesse claimed.
"Yeah…" Starscream grinned. "The stakes; Leadership over the Decepticons!"
Megatron gnashed his teeth. "That's treachery, Starscream!" He accused, though why this surprised him, no one knows. "I shall annihilate all of you!"
Next to him, Misty addressed the other Team Rocket members. "And you're okay with this?"
Tracks shrugged. "I figure if he's in charge of the Decepticons, they won't be able to threaten a lamppost!" Soundwave was silently offended, having once transformed into a lamppost.
"Quiet!" Said Starscream elbowing Tracks and Jesse (unnecessarily) in the stomach. "Shut up and release your pokémon, you clownicons!"
Soon enough, the field was graced with Ekans and Smoke Screen. Misty found this disgusting.
"You can't use two pokémon at once!" She protested, stamping her foot. "It's against the rules!"
Megatron, however, was familiar with gladiatorial combat, having begun life a gladiator in the pits of Kaon. "There are no rules save those I make!" He declared, sending forth Shrapnel and Pikachu. "And I decree this; eliminate the traitors!"
Ekans soon had Shrapnel in its jaws, smashing the bug against the ground. Pikachu fared better, being slammed in the ribs by Smoke Screen.
"Smokesreeeen!" The car cried happily, Pikachu on its hood. Rather unamused at being run down, Pikachu charged up his electricity.
"Piiikaaaa…" He roared, then unleashed a mighty Thunder attack. "CHUUUU!"
Observing his Pikachu turn Smoke Screen in to a smoking pile of ash did little to abate Megatron's irritation over Shrapnel's failure.
"Quickly! What are Shrapnel's abilities?" Megatron had addressed Soundwave, but while his lieutenant was analysing his database, Misty broke in.
"Sucking?" She quipped.
"Shrapnel, use Suck!"
Rather desperate at this stage, Shrapnel did just that, latching onto Ekans and sucking. Shocked, the snake let go and pulled away, leaving something akin to a hickey.
"Ekanssss! (Ewwww, not on the first date!)" Horrified, Ekans fled to its pokéball to hide. Jesse sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Ekans, you're sooo frigid."
Tracks called back his battered Smoke Screen. "Okay, you beat us in a fair fight… well an unfair fight… wait, where are we?"
"We're out of ideas at any rate." Jesse finished. Starscream stepped forward.
"Must I do everything myself?" He whinged. Megatron had a glint in his eye, raising a pokéball.
"Now, Starscream, you shall face my newest warrior – Thundercracker, attack!"
The blue jet appeared in robot mode, facing down against his red cousin. As they glared at each other, Megatron gasped.
"Curses!" He cried, Misty glancing at him, unsure of what could have gone wrong so soon into the battle. "He's used some sort of mimicking technique! Which one is the real Thundercracker?"
Even Starscream made a face. "Um, I'm the one who can talk – Starscream, your second-in-command?"
Megatron grit his teeth. "Don't try and confuse me, coward!" He lifted a finger. "Whichever you are, Thundercracker, use Sonic Boom!"
"Starscream, don't just stand there, use the Null Ray!" Cried Jesse. Pride hit, Starscream spun around.
"Hey! I give the order's here!" He cried, leaving himself open for Thundercracker's wave of sound, that struck the three of them hard, sending them hurtling into the air.
"Slag it, flesh-bag, I had that one in a bag!" Starscream complained, mid-flight.
"Maybe if had kept your eyes off my 'flesh-bags', you would have seen that coming!" Jesse shot back, crossing her arms over her chest and confirming to everyone that she had no idea what she was talking about.
Tracks was in tears. "I think I broke a nail!"
"You don't have a nail!" The other two shouted, disappearing in a speck of light.
"Looks like Team Rocket's blasting off agaaaaaain!"
Staring up at the vanishing point at which they, well, vanished, Megatron felt pretty good about himself. Or felt pretty evil about himself. Whatever.
"Excellent work, my Decepticons." He congratulated. "We saw right through their shallow duplication attack!"
Misty sighed in defeat, and noticed that suddenly, almost at a contrived speed, it getting dark.
"Hey, perhaps we should set up camp?"
Megatron stroked his chin in thought. He and Soundwave did need to recharge overnight… "A fine suggestion, earthling. For that, you shall live."
Lifting his forearm-mounted communicator, Megatron made a call.
"Trypticon! Advance to my location."
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Meanwhile, in Viridian…
Half of the city suddenly lifted from its foundations, letting cars and people fall from its streets. At length, the buildings folded in on themselves into the form of… a giant robot Godzilla.
Roaring into the sky, Trypticon turned and moved to his master, shaking the earth with every step.
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Misty set up her one-man, blue tent alone while Megatron sat on a rock and plotted how, exactly, he would shred the universe. Soundwave, well, just stood there, and Pikachu had managed to find an apple that he was merrily chewing on.
They all ignored the steadily strengthening earthquakes, until Pikachu suddenly noticed the giant dinosaur hovering above them. He dropped his apple.
"Pi! (Whoa!)"
Pikachu stood in stunned awe as the monster flattened itself out, squashing half the forest, not three feet away from Misty's tent. Megatron only just then noticed, and stood to approach his mobile headquarters.
"Pika chu pi… (Talk about the lap of luxury…)"
Misty turned and noticed that Megatron had got his tent up without her noticing. Looks roomy, she thought, but then a naughty feeling flushed across her.
"Hey, Megatron…" she asked in as sultry a voice as she could. The Decepticon leader paused as Soundwave and Pikachu went ahead up the thirty-foot entrance ramp.
"You will address me a Lord Megatron."
"I was thinking…" Misty continued, entering his personal space and tracing circles on his chest. "Maybe you'd like to bunk with me tonight."
Megatron couldn't understand why the human female had turned so red, and looked up at her cold, poorly constructed tent, then to his huge, steel fortress. The thought of sharing a tent with an apparently sick human was not really that tempting.
"I'll pass." He said, flying up into Trypticon's entrance, shutting the door behind him.
Misty snapped her fingers.
"Almost got him." She lied to herself.
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Author's Notes:
Brock next time.
Ri2: Thanks for the review! I'm glad someone likes my mad raving… Yeah, Prime and Gary don't synch, but, well, who else would have been Megatron's rival? Now that I think about it, Starscream… but don't make me regret my decisions!
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