Here you go! Sorry that the last one was so short! This one is more of a decent length!
"LET ME GO!" I scream. "LET ME GO, YOU IDIOTIC DORITO OF DOOM!"
"WHY YOU INSIGNIFICANT INSECT!" Starscream shrieks angrily, obviously offended.
"I'd rather be an insect than Megatron's bitch," I snarl. Light explodes around me as Starscream raises his servo to crush me, but I roll away, hitting the floor hard, but running, ducking underneath a metal underhanging. Starscream shouts with displeasure.
"GET BACK HERE, BRATLING!" he snarls.
I almost reply back as childishly as I can, but I stop myself, reminding myself that I don't need to make myself sound stupid. "Wow, you are really, really stupid, aren't you? I mean, you just got tricked by a kid!" I taunt.
"BE SILENT AND GET BACK HERE!" he screams. I rub my head in mock pain.
"Wow, you scream like a girl, Dorito," I spit.
"YOU LITTLE-" Starscream begins, but a shout that shakes the room overpowers him.
"ENOUGH!"
I snap my mouth shut and retreat further into the recess that I found, hiding from view. I hear crashing and muffled grovelling, then silence. "Girl, get over here, now," Megatron orders.
Apparently both Optimus AND Megatron can do the taking away of will thing, because I definitely did not want to go out there. But I did, glaring defiantly at the giant mech who glared back at me just as coldly.
"That's not cool. You just don't take away someone's will from them. Then again, you also just don't kidnap people or start wars, but I guess it's explainable since you're missing something in that empty processor of yours," I spit.
Megatron almost went for me. He had raised his servo up as though to strike me, before slowly lowering it again, chuckling slightly. "You enjoy doing that, don't you?" he asks.
"Doing what?" I snap, crossing my arms.
"Being annoying," he replied.
"Most people who have an ounce of intelligence tend to stay away from annoying people, so yeah, I enjoy being annoying," I replied scathingly.
"You want people to stay away from you?"
"I want all of YOU ASSHOLE DECEPTICONS to leave me alone," I reply, putting extra emphasis on the Decepticon part.
"You are under the impression that our cause is not the just one. Do you truly believe that the so called villain is wrong, like all of your human literature says?" he growled.
"No, cause you see, the villain is normally RIGHT. It's just the means by which they use to reach their goal is what makes them a villain. You were right, once. The system needed to change on Cybertron so that the poor could have more rights and a say in the Senate, but when you sided with the Fallen, you went over to the dark side, as one would say, and ruined everything. You pulled an Elphaba and made it so your cause no longer held the support of the people and then you made the really big mistake of starting a war," I say.
"You know of the Fallen?" he asks in surprise.
"Yeah, and by the way, he loses, and so does Sentinel Prime, who plans on killing you after bringing Cybertron to Earth, which also fails mostly. But I could be wrong, because this universe went off the deep end and is all sorts of screwed up now…" I muse. "You should be dead right now, but you're not… You die again after the whole Sentinel thing, but in the fourth movie that just came out and I didn't get the chance to see, I'm pretty sure you're back again…."
Megatron stares at me for a moment, and I take that time to retreat back under the recess in the metal, out of sight once more.
"Oh, and Dorito of Doom gets killed from eating a bomb. I suggest you try that, Dorito!" I call out tauntingly.
"Keep it up, bratling, and you will be the one killed by a bomb," Starscream threatened.
"Better than being by you," I taunt back, a bit of delight coming from the arguing. I always had loved arguing.
"Enough," Megatron ordered again. "As amusing as it is to have Starscream at a loss for words, it is not necessary."
"Says you," I call back. "If you haven't noticed, I don't really value your opinion."
"Neither did Samuel James Witwicky, but at least he had respect," Megatron growled.
"I give respect to those who deserve it. You're just a tool that gets used and tossed away a bunch of times," I growl back.
"And you are not?" Starscream interjects.
"Hey, Dorito. I don't remember you being invited to this conversation. This is an A-B conversation, C yourself out," I snap.
"You dare-" he began.
"Stop right there before you make a fool of yourself. I almost started laughing because you were trying to make yourself seem important," I say, crossing my arms.
I was extremely surprised by the booming laugh that met my statement, the cruel edge to it the only thing familiar about it. "Are you…. laughing, Megatron? I didn't know that evil warlords could laugh," I comment dryly.
"Master, I fail to see the humor in this," Starscream grumbled.
"Are you not gone yet? Shoo. Go away, Dorito," I snap.
I leap back as a clawed servo swiped underneath the alcove, nearly getting to me, but missing.
"Missed me!" I taunt. "Wow, you are such a loser," I declare.
"Starscream, leave. You obviously cannot deal with the child if she can get the better of you in such little time."
"Aw, don't feel bad, Dorito. I almost fooled Ratchet into letting me walk around base after I broke my leg. I'm just that annoying," I mock console.
"Come here, Girl," Megatron ordered. I step back into the room a little bit. It's enough to be called coming to him. "I said come here, Girl," Megatron growls, pointing to a bit of ground in front of him. I walk, grumbling the entire way, to that spot, crossing my arms and glaring at the ground.
Biting claws close around me, lifting me off the ground. Faint trails of blood slip down my arms, and I bite my tongue, again, to keep from yelping in pain.
"Ever heard of a nail file? You need one," I snipe instead, leaning as far away from the claws as I can.
"What, no struggling?" Megatron sneers.
"Uh, no. I already fell from Ironhide's grip, and you are a lot taller than he is. I don't want a repeat of the incident, especially because you probably wouldn't be too upset if you stepped on me," I reason grumpily.
"So you can be taught," he rumbles in mock surprise.
"No, not at all. I only come from a universe that figured out all this technology stuff WITHOUT stealing from you," I snap sarcastically.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"I'm positive. Nothing interesting ever happens in my world. Nothing like this, at least. The closest you can get is through books and movies," I say. "Where is Sam, by the way?"
"I am not going to tell you. I do not trust you to find him and release him from where he is being kept," Megatron said simply.
"Well at least you're honest for once. You really shouldn't trust me, anyways. I have major authority issues," I say.
"Who told you that?" Megatron asks in mock surprise.
"A couple of the councillors I have ever had to see," I say.
"And how many is that?"
"I was on number 28 before all this happened. Dang. I went through another one. And I liked her, too," I muse. "Where are we going?"
"My office," he replies.
"Really? Evil Warlord has an office? How lame is that?" I ask.
"Where else am I supposed to do all the evil paperwork?" he asked sarcastically.
"That's a good point. Paperwork sucks," I say.
"What do you know of paperwork?"
"Do you know how much paperwork it is to draw up a contract, then later fire a person? It's awful! Especially when you are friends with the person you fire," I say, shaking my head.
"You went to an odd school," Megatron comments. He sets me down none to gently and pulls out some of the tablets that all these aliens seemed to have. I peer at one, briefly reading its contents until I came across a glyph I didn't know.
"What's that one mean?" I ask.
"It is a name," he replied.
"Are you going to tell me the name?" I ask.
"It's Barricade," he replies gruffly, still basically ignoring me.
I read it carefully. "Why are you ordering Barricade to be hunted down?"
"Why are you being nosy?" Megatron growled evasively.
"Because I never found out what happened to Barricade. He wasn't at the battle except for at the beginning, and he doesn't show up in any movie after," I reply.
"Barricade deserted when he thought the Autobots would win. I do not allow deserters to live," Megatron growled.
"Why? Wouldn't it be easier to let him live and just ignore him? He's not hurting anyone," I reply.
"Because then others would desert and they would think that they will not be punished for it," Megatron snarled.
"Why would they need to know? I thought you were the top dog around here? Why would they care, anyways? They would probably just think that you had ulterior motives and be done with it," I reply, backing away slightly from the enraged tyrant.
Yes, I could be making a run for it, looking for Sam and getting us both out. That is what a person in a book would do, with the villain being too stupid to notice. But, I'm not that stupid heroine that takes that chance. I know that I won't get out of here on my own, and definitely not with Sam, and I know that the super advanced and intelligent robot wasn't going to be stupid enough to not watch me to make sure I wasn't planning anything. If anything, it would probably only get me trapped in the same place they're keeping Sam, unable to get out.
"How did you even read that?" Megatron snapped, looking up from the tablet to actually glare at me.
"Uh… do I have to answer that?"
"Yes," Megatron snapped impatiently.
"Optimus grounded me, and I was bored, so I asked him if he had anything I could read, but it was all in Cybertronian, so I had to use a dictionary to figure out what the words were, and I learned by doing that," I explain in a rushed voice.
Megatron stares for a second before picking up the tablet I had been looking at, tapping it for a moment, before pushing it over to me carefully. "What does it say?"
I look at it for a moment, having to skip over an unfamiliar glyph. "Um, "My student, you must kill…. someone…. for me to rise again." I think," I reply.
"Prime. The glyph you didn't read was Prime," he said quietly. "Prime taught you read in the language of the Primes. That should not have happened," he added.
"Well, it did. Can't really change it," I reply, pushing it back over.
"You were not surprised by the message?"
"Nope. It's from the Fallen. He can only be defeated by a Prime. Though, there isn't a real point. I mean, what kind of a moron goes around thinking that he's invincible and only one specific mech can kill him? That's… stupid," I say, shaking my head.
"Mind your tongue when you speak of him. He holds immense power that you cou-" Megatron began.
"He can make things float and he can teleport from place to place. That's not that cool. I mean, that's like, combining Nightcrawler and Jean Grey together. Only he's an uglier combo," I say.
"That is not all the power he has, he-"
"Also can control the Matrix of Leadership, though I think that it's kind of dumb that he still can, I mean, didn't he get stripped of his title as a Prime when he turned on his brothers?" I ask.
"You know what the artifact is?" he asks.
I raise an eyebrow. "You don't? Wow. He really doesn't trust you, does he?"
"It is dangerous to trust in our faction," Megatron said. "You say he was once a Prime as well?"
"Yeah. That's the reason why he is called the Fallen. He is the original Decepticon, according to… I'm not going to say who said it, because I'm not sure if I have the right mech or if I'm confusing this with someone else…. Anyways, he fell because he wanted to destroy the life on this planet, and they weren't allowed to, so he turned on the other Primes and they sacrificed their lives to keep the Matrix hidden," I explain.
"He told me that his brothers turned on HIM," Megatron growled.
"History is written by the victors, not the losers," I say. "Just think of what the history books would say about Hitler if he had won the war. He wouldn't be a sadistic bastard, he would be a hero, saving us from those that were less superior to us," I spit, shaking my head.
Megatron paused a moment to research what the heck I was talking about, then decidedly not commenting on it. Instead, he tapped the tablet some more before passing it back over.
"These are the rules you must follow while here. If you do not, then you will be severely punished," he growled.
"You didn't add a gas chamber into the punishment, did you," I ask snidely.
"No. Why would I? You don't need to breathe," Megatron countered, just as snide.
"Touche," I concede, reading the stupid list.
"Uh, this thing is stupid. There is no way I am ever following this," I say after reading the first line.
Do not antagonize Starscream
"You WILL follow it," Megatron growled.
I roll my eyes but continue reading.
Do not wander out of sight of Megatron
"Nope. I'm only on the second rule, and I know that this will never work. Never," I say.
"Read the third and make an attempt to follow it," Megatron growled.
I was compelled to read the next one.
Do not speak unless spoken to
I snap my head up to glare at the tyrant, who wasn't looking at me, but I'm sure he saw.
Do not cause trouble
This was ridiculous. Megatron was taking away my personality!
Do not mock Ravage
I frown and raise my hand as though I were at school. Megatron turned his helm in surprise.
"What?"
"Why can't I mock Ravage?" I ask.
"Because Ravage will crush you if you do," Megatron said. I stare at him for a moment before shaking my head. I stand up, pushing the tablet away.
"What are you doing?" he asked me.
"I'm going to annoy Ravage," I say.
"No wandering out of my sight," Megatron reminded. I pause.
"I'm not wandering, I'm exploring, and I'm not going out of your sight. You have eyes everywhere, remember?" I say. Wording was everything.
I was off the table as quickly as I could, hitting the ground at a dead run, getting out of the room before Megatron protests against it.
I get lost. Really, very, truly, hopelessly lost. I think I might be going in circles, actually, no matter how many different routes I take.
"Who the heck designed this thing! It's a freaking labyrinth!" I shout. I guess the no talking rule only applies when there are other beings in the room.
I turn again, seeing some kind of clear tank with a heavily beaten up body in it. "Sam?" I ask silently. I knock on the glass.
The head snaps up, eyes sharp and actions defensive. Then he relaxes, realizing who I am.
"Caity. He got you, too?"
"Yeah, at the base. Are… are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm okay. How are you alive? There's not enough oxygen in the air out there for a human to survive," Sam said.
I step further into his line of sight. He stares at me with horror. "The All Spark did it. Happened to my friends, too," I explain. "I don't need to breathe."
"How did you get over here?" Sam asks.
"I… don't laugh, okay? I got lost," I admit. Sam snorts, standing up weakly, and now I can see the faint traces of metal on his skin.
"It's happening to you, too, isn't it?" I ask.
"Yeah. Just… a lot slower than you, I guess," Sam said. I get closer to the tank, examining him with a critical eye.
"I don't think you'll get the wings. I hope you don't get the wings. They're pretty painful," I say.
"You said you got lost. Where were you going?" Sam asked.
"I was going to annoy Ravage," I say.
"Who?" Sam asks.
"You haven't met him. He's a cat-like Decepticon. Big, predator, kill you in a microsecond cat, not sweet, fluffy, housecat," I say.
"And you are going to annoy him…. why?" Sam asks.
"Because I was told that I wasn't allowed to mock him. So I'm going to annoy him," I say with a cheerful smile.
"You're one of those kids that plays off technicalities to get out of trouble, aren't you?" Sam asked.
"Why, I would never! It's all about the wording, though," I say.
"Well, when you get destroyed, come visit me again," he said, sitting back down against the side of the tank.
"Sam…. what did you mean that there wasn't enough oxygen in the air for a human to survive?" I ask cautiously.
"Caity… didn't they tell you? It's the first thing they told me…. We're in space," he said. I freeze. Hadn't I seen a window at some point? I hadn't thought to look through it. I dart out of the room, searching for the window I saw. Of course, me with my luck, I found Ravage.
"What are you doing here, bratling?" he growled at me.
"Looking for the window I saw," I reply, going right past him.
"It is not this way. You passed it," Ravage replied.
"Oh," I say, turning around and walking back the way you came.
"Why do you wish to see a window?" Ravage asked.
I glare at him. "I want to see if Megatron was lying to Sam," I say.
"What do you believe he lied about?" Ravage asked.
"Being in space," I reply.
"We are in space," Ravage said simply.
"Well, I want to see it for myself," I reply.
"Why? There is nothing interesting to see," Ravage grumbled.
"You don't think so. You've probably been in space a gagillion times, but I've never been to space. Most of the time I can't even see the stars because of all the light pollution in the cities," I say.
"You have never been in space?" Ravage asks incredulously.
"No. I'm from Earth, remember? We haven't even explored our entire world and we LIVE on it. Space exploration where regular civilians can go into space is a long way off," I snap. I go to turn left.
"That's the wrong way," Ravage butts in.
"Well, thanks. Though, I'm sure I'll find it eventually," I say.
"Do you not remember the way back to it?" Ravage asks, again, very confused.
"Uh, no. I am awful with directions," I say.
"You are terrible with directions and you wandered off by yourself?" Ravage growled.
"I'm terrible with directions and I went EXPLORING by myself. I don't exactly have anyone to explore with me, do I?" I snap, scuffing my now very worn sneakers on the metal floor, making a loud, high pitched screech and a little white line. I sigh and scuff that off, annoyed that it had done that.
"Don't do that. The noise is annoying," Ravage growled.
"You don't have to stay, then," I say, walking faster than the cat-like bot. Ravage increased his stride easily, walking beside me again.
"You will get lost," Ravage replied.
"Why do you care?" I snarl.
"You are of value to my master. Megatron will rip me apart if I did not follow you," Ravage said.
"I thought Soundwave was your master," I say.
"He is my Creator. He is not my master," Ravage explains.
"Oh… huh, interesting. So, your… Creators…. they're like your parents, right?" I ask.
"...Yes. They are like our parents. You no longer have your Creators, do you?" he asked. He sounded almost pitying.
"I haven't lived with my parents for years. I lived with my aunt and uncle," I say curtly.
"Did your Creators die?" he asked. I stop, sigh, glaring at the ceiling.
"No. They weren't dead," I say, before continuing forward.
Ravage bounded forward again, nearly making me run into him if I didn't stop. "Then why did you not live with them?" he pressed.
"That's a good question that I'm not going to answer," I say.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I don't want to," I growl.
"Why?" he asked again.
"Because I don't like talking about it, Olaf," I snarl.
"Who is Olaf?"
"It's from a movie that hasn't been made in this dimension," I sigh. I move around him, walking forward again.
"Did they abandon you?" he asked.
I snarl and spin around, not flinching back when I see him right behind me. Instead I raise a finger in warning, glaring at him fiercely. "You ever hear the saying, "Curiosity killed the cat?"," I ask.
"Yes…?"
"Keep it up and it won't be curiosity that kills you," I spit, turning around and stalking forward.
"So… they did abandon you," he concluded. I spin, slamming my fist on his helm, making him growl and shake it, his red eyes brightening with anger. "There is no need for you to be violent, bratling," he growled.
"There's no need for you to be nosy, either," I snap.
"There are many reasons to be nosy. You are not from this dimension, you were human, and while you talk a lot, you actually reveal very little about your past," he said.
"It's none of your business. It doesn't pertain to you. If I told you I'd have to kill you. All that other mumbo jumbo," I say facetiously.
"Bratling," Ravage said after a moment of sweet silence.
"What?" I snap.
"The window you spoke of is on the left," he said. I turn left, staring up at the window high above my head. I carefully climb a little bit until I'm about fifteen feet under it instead of forty, before stopping and resting.
"Are you injured?" he asks.
"No, I'm fine. I just am taking time to climb the rest of the way up," I say, beginning to climb again.
"I wouldn't grab onto the one," he warns. I pause, staring carefully at the bar I had been about to grab. It didn't look like it was bad or anything.
"Why?" I ask.
"No reason, I was just seeing if you would listen to me," Ravage said. I narrow my eyes, but I use another bar to pull myself up the final stretch of wall and onto the window sill.
"Whoa," I say, impressed. I am tempted to press my face up against the glass, but I can't actually see the glass, so I decide better of it.
Ravage is suddenly next to me, barely small enough to fit on the sill, but still is. "It does not look any different to me," he said.
"It looks pretty to me," I say, my eyes wide as I look at the trillions of bright lights surrounding us. Below us is…. "Is that Jupiter?"
"Yes. Why is it so fascinating to you?" he asked.
"Because it's not Earth or the Moon. It's new to me," I explain in exasperation. I sit down and just stare.
"Then why do you get upset when I ask questions about you? You are new to me," he said.
"Because I'm not as interesting as Jupiter," I reply, not moving my eyes from the window.
"How do you know that?" Ravage asked.
"Because I'm not that interesting. I'm just me," I say. Ravage paces behind me before lying down, curling up into a ball that rests against my back. I scoot away, he scoots closer. I scoot all the way to the glass, he follows.
"Would you stop that?" he snaps when I make to move away again. "I'm trying to nap."
"Why do you keep following me if you're trying to nap?" I snap.
"You are warm," he replies, leaving me dumbfounded.
"What?" I ask.
"You are warm, bratling. There is not a lot of warm things in space," he growls.
I blink, trying to decide how to reply to that. When I finally do, no sound comes out of my mouth. Apparently there is a time limit that I can respond to something someone said to me.
Instead, I scoot away again, just enough that I can cross my legs indian style and stare out the window more comfortably.
Ravage growls, gets up, and circles around me, curling up against my back and wings while at the same time wrapping his tail around my waist and keeping me still.
'The big bad kitty cat likes to cuddle. Who would have thought?' I think, staring out at space. 'I wonder how the guys are doing?'