Author's Note: I am so sorry for the late update! I forgot my laptop when I went to my dad's for the weekend, then my friends forced me to pay attention to my nearly non-existent social life -_-
Oh, and 'cause 9aza asked, I'm just gonna clear it up here. Fire lizards are really small dragons. They aren't the smartest creatures, which is why they make such good pets. They're about the size of a cat, small enough to fit on your shoulder.
*cackles evilly* Galloway!!!!! How I hate you so! But you are so much fun to write, you slagging 'badly misinformed' glitch!
*sigh* Needed to get that out. He really is a glitch, but damn, I like writing glitches. Seriously, I wanted to punch him after writing this. Hope you feel the hate too! ^^
Disclaimer: If I owned Transformers, Optimus would have flicked the annoying human 'presidential representative' into a wall. (not hard enough to kill him, but enough to break his own standard of not harming humans. and incase you cannot tell, i really don't like Galloway. he called Opt scrap metal *growls*)
Optimus Prime maneuvered carefully off of the Shuttle-class, making sure he did not injure the titanic beast. The Arcee triplets followed behind him because they were the only ones that could fit on the Shuttle-class with him. He nodded solemnly at them, which they returned and then they moved back towards the main hanger.
The Prime glanced back and watched three other Shuttle-classes land. One held Ironhide, Ratchet, and Sideswipe. One held the human troops, and though they seemed happy with the mission's success, there was a saddened undertone in their voices.
The reason for their blue feelings was aboard the final Shuttle-class. It carried supplies, the Twins, and far more morbid passengers. Optimus lowered his head in respect as five coffins were unloaded. He wished, as he always did after a fatal mission, that the humans had never been dragged into this war. Even the Twins seemed a little put off, having traveled with the dead humans for a few hours put them out of a good mood.
Soldiers lined the procession with blank faces, hands held in a salute, looking straight ahead. Despite his rigid stance, Lennox still noticed the huge blue and red dragon bow his head with sorrow. The Major knew the Autobot leader took each death personally. He was glad when he noticed Ratchet and Ironhide brush noses with their leader, a gesture he had learned was a sign of one of the dragons trying to comfort another, and the giant dragon soon followed them back into the main hanger.
The next day...
Lennox had to resist growling when he saw the man striding towards them, arrogance lining every step. The man had a smug look on his face, clearly pleased, but was at least semi-trying to hide it with an annoyed look.
The Major schooled his features into a more politely angry look before approaching the man who annoyed him more than all the other bureaucrats combined. "Look, Galloway, I've already told you, you need higher clearance to-"
"And I've got it." Galloway interrupted not even slowing his pace as he passed Lennox, shoving a paper in his face. The Major grabbed it on a reflex as he let go. What-- Presidential representative! What the hell was this about?!
"It's time this organization was cleaned up." Galloway was saying. Oh, damn, today was going to be a loooong day...
The meeting promised to be a tough one. Lennox quickly ran up to the platform that allowed the humans to be relatively eye level with the 'Bots without them bending over too far. He checked in with a few people, made sure that the vid was set up, and greeted the people on the other end, including a few generals, the like.
While he did this Optimus came into the hanger and stood to his full height to better look around. He spotted his men taking their normal spots behind the platform, all lined up in a straight line. He nodded at them, and the humans that manned the various stations around the large room
"Hello, gentlemen. I'd like to get straight to the point on this, so I'm just gonna give the stage to Optimus Prime, who you won't see for obvious reasons. And with that, let's start the meeting."
They blathered on for a while, discussing the battle, what had gone wrong, what had gone right, ect. It was just after Optimus mentioned Devastator's final message that Galloway stepped forward. "So you're saying that there's more coming?"
Optimus looked down at the human, mildly irritated at being interrupted, "It is always possible. With our lands uninhabitable, we cannot return."
"Yeah that's obvious, you called new ones here without our permission. Need I remind you, these are not your 'lands'." The man gestured wildly at Sideswipe, the Twins, and the Arcee triplets. "Let's go over what we know." He started to pace on his place on the platform.
"The Cube is gone, the only surviving piece protected in an electromagnetic vault in one of the most secure Naval Bases in the world. Their leader is in the bottom of the Pits*, dead. There is nothing for them here. Yet they keep attacking us. Why?" Galloway glared pointingly at Optimus. "The only thing here for them is you. They're hunting you. They're endangering human lives because of you."
The man did not see it, but he had hit a low blow. None of the humans saw it, but the Autobots all saw how hurt Optimus was by that comment. He never wanted to hurt human lives. Never.
"So," The arrogant man continued, "If we ask you to leave, will you do so, peacefully?"
"We will," Optimus answered. Galloway looked smug for a minute before Optimus stuck his snout in his face, "But what if we leave... And you're wrong." The huge dragon then turned on his hind leg and left the fuming human behind.
A large dark silver dragon sat on the top of a tall mountain shrouded in mist. It looked into the screen set into his right foreleg, which was prosthetic, made completely out of a blackish metal. Wires ran from the leg to the transmitting tower standing proud next to the beast. As it heard the stupid human rant to the Prime, it smiled. Not a good smile at all.
Wow, that was a shorter chap than I thought it would be... Might post the next one later today, after I finish homework...
Anyway, I took some liberties on what Galloway said, 'cause I didn't remember exactly what he said. You know, just tell meh, and you shall receive a cyber-cookie.
Yous like Soundwave? He couldn't be in space, but he still gets to rape poor human technology. :P (that poor satellite... i was mentally disturbed after that scene in the movie...)
The Pits are made up like the Northern Mountains. I couldn't have Megs thrown into the Laurentian Abyss, 'cause how would they revive him when they can't breath down there and would be crushed by the pressure? So, imagine really deep, really dark series of holes, in, ah, Canada, or something... Still creepy and ominous, but with air!
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