Ah, Blitzwing…even when dismembered, he knows just what to say…
Not much to say at the moment, so here's your chapter…NOW WITH 75 MORE STARSCREAM! HOOHA!
"Uh, Lady Nijira? Tracker signink in, and…vell, I'm not really believink vhat I'm seeink."
"What, Tracker? I'm busy!"
"Vell, a crazy bot is holdink me upside down…and he'z rambling about how cute I look…and he'z arguink vith himzelf." The bewildered falcon stammered. "I think it's Blitzwing."
A pronounced wave of static went through the com link. It sounded like Nijira had done a spit take. "WHAT?!"
"And zat's not all." The falcon replied. "He brought Starscream too."
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"SHATTER, you'd better not be LYING about this…ARE YOU POSITIVE that Starscream's back?"
"My optics aren't malfunctioning, Sigma!" The cat bot snarled. "I saw the Seeker with my own optics, and have the visuals to prove it!"
Sigma sighed. As if the news the Autobots had to leave soon wasn't enough to dampen the Autofans' fighting spirit, now the Second in Command had returned, alive and well.
Slag, this wasn't an awesome week, was it? "Get Xi on the line." She hissed into her communicator. She had a LOT of work to do.
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"Awww, look how cute you are, leetle birdy! And you talk like me too!" Blitzwing, who currently wore a black face, was cooing over a distressed Tracker, as the three jets made their way to the Deceptifan base…on foot too, for crying out loud…
"Blitzwing, stop cooing over your new pet, and FOCUS," Starscream ordered angrily. "We've got to meet our contact here tonight, and frankly, you two STINK at being discrete."
"If we're so bad at being discrete, why are we walking instead of flying into that base?!" Lugnut grumbled. He HATED being under Starscream's banner, but he had no choice. It was either join the treacherous Seeker, or rust at the bottom of a lake.
"Oh, shut up. If what I hear is true, there'll be LEGIONS of adoring fans here to cater to our every whim, and plenty of potential soldiers waiting to be created by their crazy minds." Starscream snarled back. "I highly doubt they can help us if we CRUSH THEM or LAND ON THEM."
Blitzwing simpered and allowed Tracker onto his shoulder. "Yah, especially with Lugnut's clumsy servos," He added.
Lugnut would have lunged on the haughty Decepticon then and there, but a loud cheer had risen from the Deceptifan base, and thousands of fans poured out, each eager to welcome their heroes into their new home, Nijira at the head of the crowd.
"Welcome, fellow Decepticons!" Nijira greeted them in a polite tone. "I am Nijira, leader of the Deceptifans. Is their anything we can do for your lot, Starscream?"
"Actually, there are a few things…" Starscream replied, smirking.
"Anything, you just name it!" A fan yelled from the crowd.
"Well…"
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An all out dance party was going on in the main hall of the Deceptifan base.
As much of a party pooper as Soundwave was, the mech DID have his uses. One of the better ones was being a DJ at the affair that was going on right now. As the artistically arranged music played, Starscream soon found himself surrounded by Seeker femmes, each as lovely as the last. Since he'd only seen BlackArachnia for the past, oh, several thousand plus years/ stellar cycles on the same warship, it was sheer heaven to get to know these lovely ladies firsthand.
BlackArachnia was STILL being treated like a goddess by her now extremely large fan club, but she did NOT enjoy seeing the return of her LEAST favorite Decepticons, Lugnut and Blitzwing, as she cruised the dance floor, looking for various partners to entice.
Speaking of Blitzwing, the Triple Changer was, in the fans' words, 'getting down with his bad self', of whatever they were squealing about. In truth, when using the right personality, Blitzwing made for an awesome dancer. As he instigated a conga line with astounding results, Lugnut soon found out he was the object of Hero Worship. The mechs in question were rather young, but were in awe of his strength and loyalty towards Megatron. In short, he could do no wrong in their optics.
That was a nice feeling.
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The mood in the Autofan base was considerably more subdued.
"Xi, get those Seekers off their skidplates and give them a task, if any are available. Kappa, get those weapon stores updated YESTERDAY. Gemma, you're supposed to provide snacks, so get off your butt and get some snacks! AND WHERE'S PI WITH MY COFFEE?!" Sigma appeared to be everywhere at once, supervising the weapons check, helping fortify the Autobot and Autofan base, and checking up on the Weapons Systems Repair Crew, who weren't doing their job well enough, in Sigma's eyes.
"Wow, why so worked up, Sigma?" Sari asked.
"The Autobots'll be leaving soon, and we must be ready for battle!" Sigma groaned angrily. "If we're to survive against the torrents of Deceptiscum, we need to be prepared!"
"The Autobots won't be leaving for some time. Relax, alright?" Sari replied coolly.
Sigma just stood with her back to Sari, shoulders shaking. It took some time before it was made clear she was LAUGHING.
"W-What's so funny, huh?" Sari asked indignantly.
"FOOL!" Sigma snarled. "Don't you realize how SHORT on time we are?! We have only six to seven episodes left before…before…" Sigma seemed to give a tired sigh before toppling backwards, KO'd and swirly eyed.
"Oh no…" Xi ran over to her tired leader. "Poor Sigma. I'll get her to her room; can you inform Optimus Sigma will be resting for a few days?"
"Alright, alright…"
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Among the few Deceptifans not celebrating Starscream's arrival was Ghost. Not only was she NOT a party person, but she also had a meeting with him later.
The two Second in Commands had formed an alliance. All they wanted to do was to rule their factions, so it was obvious that Nijira and Megatron simply HAD to go.
Smiling, she spoke into her com link as quietly as she could. "Filereaper, you're meeting Starscream tonight at midnight outside in the Square. I can't come with you because I'm trying to get Soundwave and BlackArachnia onto our side." Indeed, on her work bench lay the soon to be bodies of four very familiar bots from G1.
"Frenzy, Rumble and Ravage for Soundwave, and Scorponok plus the possibility of the Insecticons for BA, so I can't go with you. You can handle the negotiations for me, can't you?"
"Of course, Ghost. You can count on me."
"Good…But keep an optics out for spies…If you find any, deal with them any way you wish."
Ah, so all isn't well as the season progresses…What's going to happen next?
