Ramen Doodles
By Andrew J. Talon
Disclaimer: I do not and probably never will own Naruto or any other copyrighted works mentioned in this story. I am not writing this for profit.
Author's Note: When I have writer's block, I often write a lot of random snippets of ideas, omakes, and continuations of other author's ideas that kind of petered out. As I'm afflicted with a bit of writer's block regarding Key Through the Heart (again), I've decided I'm not going to leave you guys in the lurch. Therefore, enjoy some writing I've been doing over at The Fanfiction Forum.
This snippet was written by myself and Fanboyimus Prime. Among the additional crossovers into Stargate: Konoha that I have considered is with Transformers. Primarily based upon the movie-verse with elements of G1 thrown in. So, consider this a possible chapter in the real story, if enough people are interested or if I myself decide to go with it.
Swindle looked at the red haired Gou'ald through his vid-screen, separated by thousands of lightyears. She was the best source of energy for his faction of the Decepticons, and even trickier then Banzai-Tron. And Banzai-Tron was a master of Crystalocution for Cybertrons sake! It made dealing with her a challenge and a slagging pain in the tailpipe.
However, as the desolate surroundings of Cybertron outside the command bunker reminded him, he had little choice in the matter. Megatron was gone, and without him, the Decepticons had warred on Cybertron for the last million years. Starscream and the few Decepticons who would follow him had left aboard the Nemesis centuries ago to search for him, but any hope of their return had long since faded. And so, while the majority of their race had either perished or migrated to the stars, the Decepticons and a few Autobot and Independent factions remained to continue the battle over the husk of their once proud homeworld.
"Why should I give your faction any more naquadah?" Ama No Uzume asked in that strange flanged tone unique to the Goa'uld. "Given the fighters are behind schedule."
"If your shipments came on time, we could step up our production rate," Swindle hissed. The Goa'uld's mask hid her face, but the Decepticon had talked to her enough to recognize the change in her voice that meant she was smirking.
"It is not my fault you lost the Stargate," she calmly replied.
Swindle growled. "You did not do your part to protect your investment!"
"I believe you made it clear: You did not want any, what was it you called my troops and I? 'Filthy organics' upon the slagged remains of your once lovely world?" Ama no Uzume hissed. "Now I must rely on ships, and that is far more dangerous."
"You rely on your enemy's ships," Swindle growled. "You send them, threatening to expose us to the System Lords with every single one you send! We are not your trap!"
"You do not believe you could defeat the System Lords?" Ama asked. "What happened to the mighty Decepticon Empire? More empty words, Swindle?"
Suddenly, two red dots appeared on the Goa'uld's chest and between her eyes. Ama No Uzume didn't seem particularly shocked at them being there. Swindle made the Cybertronian equivalent of a smirk as he saw this.
"The question you should ask," Ravage said appearing out of the shadows in the screen's view,"is do you want the Decepticon Empire angry with you?"
Ama merely smirked, as she tapped a control on her armrest. A burst of Energon radiation flooded the room, and Ravage was thrown to the floor, twitching and sputtering.
The sizzle of circuits filled the room. Sparks crossed Ravage's body.
Note: Invest in an organic covered alt mode, Swindle thought.
"Your agent is skilled, but sloppy. I have my own means of ferreting out people's weaknesses," she stated calmly. "Imagine… The raw form of refined energon is actually dangerous to your kind…"
"Good help is very hard to find," Swindle noted dryly.
Ravage looked vaguely offended, even as he laid upon the floor of Ama's throne room.
"So is good leadership," Ravage hissed.
"So far, I am not particularly impressed with your faction, Swindle. It makes me wonder how you even managed to take the Stargate," Ama said with a cold, queenly smile. "There are other Decepticons who might be more... Efficient, than you."
"You mean like Onslaught...I know that guy really well..." Swindle stated.
Ama nearly snorted. She knew exactly how well Swindle knew Onslaught.
"Hmm... He is cold, logical, but really, his disdain towards the organic offends me," Ama stated flatly. She formed a Rasengan, tattoos on her arms Swindle had thought merely decorative glowing in response.
"Starscream is lost, hopefully for good. The arrogant fool had only the leftovers," she sniffed. "That leaves only a few other candidates…"
"Most organics can't do that!" Swindle said in shock.
Ama smirked. "There is so much you Cybertronians do not know of organics." She tossed the Rasengan back and forth between her hands.
"If Megatron wasn't lost, there would be much you would learn of the Decepticons," Ravage said with a dark timber, rising to his feet. Ama's guards had, by this point, arrived, and pointed their weapons at the Decepticon spy.
"Yes… But he is gone now. Your race stands upon the brink of extinction. I do not wish to see this, your people have so very much to offer," Ama purred. "So… Here is what is going to happen."
"Swindle, you will complete my new fighters or your faction will find its best source of energy cut off. And if you try to take it by force... Well... We all know how that turned out the last time," Ama stated, before hurling the Rasengan with pinpoint accuracy. She blasted Ravage into the wall with a loud boom.
"I do not tolerate fools or weaklings. Demonstrate that you are neither, and we can both get what we want," Ama finished.
Ravage bristled at this, glaring hatefully at the smirking Goa'uld. The armored doors to the throne room opened behind him.
"Now get out."
She closed the transmission.
I have got to steal a nuke into there, Swindle thought.
He interfaced with the communications device again. A few moments later, the face of Onslaught appeared.
"I saw everything," the other Decepticon said. "Her ability is....interesting. I do wonder if it is in her DNA or in nanotech in her tatoos...possibly a mix of both. That has...possibilities."
"Does that mean you want her to see Jhiaxus?" Swindle asked.
Onslaught nodded. Jhiaxus definitely would want to see what made her tick. The other organics of the female's species they had captured had yielded a few interesting things, but nothing like what Ama no uzume had just revealed. That made her even more fascinating… For an organic, anyway.
Swindle laughed.
"All I wanted was for her to be reduced to lubrication fluid...but that's even better."
"Indeed." The Decepticon strategist shifted gears. "Ramjet is making things more difficult," Onslaught stated. "Dreadwing is producing even more drones to reinforce the Stargate. We are severely outnumbered."
"You have a plan?" Swindle asked. Onslaught snorted.
"Of course I have a plan… The best part of it is that that female meatbag may have provided us with the means."
"Oh?" Swindle asked.
"I can say no more… Not over this channel," Onslaught said. Swindle grimaced.
"Very well… We will rendezvous in ten cycles, point Beta. Swindle out."
Ravage was escorted out of the base by the Jaffa, let despite this humilating experience, he wore a smirk the whole way to the gates.
That Gou'ald was foolish to show off in front of Swindle. Before, she was merely an irritating but needed resource. Now, she had something… Special. Something unique.
Something that would make Jhiaxus desperately wish to get his manipulators onto her. Ravage already had several skin cell samples to start off the testing.
Humans, Ravage thought. Only a species like them literally gives off a cloud of pieces of themselves.
Outside the gates, Ravage gave a toothy smirk to the guards, and turned to head for the Stargate. His cloak technology would allow him to pass through Ramjet's defenses with ease once he arrived back on Cybertron. However, it would still require some time before it was fully operational.
As he approached it, however, he could sense the ancient teleportation device begin to activate. Moving quickly, Ravage took cover among the massive trees surrounding the Stargate. He felt naked without his cloak, but his dark coloring allowed him a measure of invisibility. He was satisfied to notice that Ama no Uzume's Jaffa ringing the Stargate's meadow were none the wiser.
Even without his cloak, he had far more experience than these pitiful organics could hope to have.
The Stargate activated, and Ravage watched a group of three human females, four males, and dog emerge from the event horizon, shivering from the cold. The pink-haired one got up and got to the dialing device, and Ravage could tell by her movements she was the tech of the group. She looked over the DHD with an expert's eye. Another's energy signature changed, and Ravage narrowed his optics, scanning several different spectrums.
Interesting, Ravage thought. One of them is trying to use that same energy Ama used… But the organic failed, leaving her shocked and weak.
The others attempted to channel the energy as well, but were also shocked to find they could not utilize it. It was as if the energy was dispersing before they wanted it to.
The tattoos on Ama's arms… They had to be connected to Ama's usage of this energy. What allowed her to channel this energy from the world where she was from. This was vital intelligence.
Ravage snuck away from the group as Ama no Uzume's Jaffa entered the meadow. They were taking the humans prisoner. Well, let them. His cloak was back to functionality, and while he couldn't risk another direct confrontation with Ama, he didn't have to. All he had to do was learn about these humans, where they came from. Ama no Uzume's host was not a genetic anomaly. There were more like her. Beings that had achieved Stargate travel. The possibilities were enormous.
This strange energy they used… Ravage had seen nothing like it. Whatever it was, it could offer significant advantages to the Decepticons. And if there was a whole world of organics with access to this same energy… Well. They would serve the glory of the Decepticons, one way or another...
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