Chapter 24 Homecoming
Side Swipe shivered as they stepped onto the barren planet's surface. Hot Shot patted his shoulder reassuringly before pulling his gun out. The faint distress signal that they had picked up was stronger now that they were on the planet's surface and not some fifty thousand miles above the atmosphere. There was a good chance that it was merely a Decepticon trap, but they would risk the chance anyway; it very well could be a genuine call for help from a fellow wayward Autobot. Optimus gave the signal to move out and they all crept forward, heading in the direction of the signal's origin.
"Decepticons incoming," Red Alert warned them as the tracer in his hand started beeping spasmodically.
"Prepare for battle," she ordered as Starscream dove at them, firing his null rays rapidly.
They split up, planning to take the Decepticons out one at a time to increase their chances of getting away in one piece. Optimus and Megatron crashed head on, sending them both sprawling in the sand on their backs. She tried to get up, only for her shoulders to be shoved deeper into the sand, claws digging in lightly as Megatron kept her pinned. She groaned weakly in pain before giving his leg a hard kick.
"This is hardly the place," she growled at him, vision slightly blurry from the landing.
"Who says I was considering it?" he asked with a chuckle.
"You have a one-track processor," she replied with a small laugh. "And you are extremely predictable."
He smiled down at her before Hot Shot tackled him form the side. She was back on her feet in an instant, shooting at Demolisher as he tried to keep Red Alert pinned down. The medic nodded to her before the tracer started pinging again, drawing everyone's attention away from their fights. While he was distracted, Megatron kicked Hot Shot off of him, allowing the giant to get back to his feet. They all began to look around, searching for the source of the distress signal as it got closer and closer.
"There!" Side Swipe shouted, pointing to where a dust cloud was moving towards them.
They waited for the distressed mech to get closer to them before they moved. However, the incoming mech made it known that he wasn't friendly very quickly. Cyclonus was shot out of the air to crash into Demolisher, his rotors twisted and bent form the laser fire. They stared on in shock as the mech stopped and transformed not far away from them. Optimus felt herself freeze as she stared at the mech in pure terror.
"No," she whispered, unconsciously taking a step back, "no."
The mech looked like a blown up version of her, covered in black and grey armor and blood red optics filled with hatred and evil. The mech cackled before looking directly at her. "Hello little Ory," he cooed. "My, my, you've grown since we last saw each other."
She felt frozen to the spot while the mech laughed at her. Then he charged, a feral, crazed look in his optics, and he pulled a gun out of his subspace. She couldn't move, her limbs frozen in place as he got close. She could hear the others shouting at her to move, to shoot him, to do something, but all she could do was stare on in terror.
"Back off, Nemesis!" Starscream shouted before he smashed into the mech's side. "You're interfering with Decepticon business; such actions are punishable by death!"
The mech stumbled away before turning towards Starscream. "Well, well, if it isn't the little Seeker punk," he sneered as he stood up straight.
Starscream readied his wing blade, glaring at the mech. "Still sore about us throwing you out of Kaon?" he asked.
"Silence, you useless Seeker!" Nemesis shouted before charging.
He caught the smaller mech around the waist and tackled him to the ground. Nemesis sat up and began to repeatedly punch Starscream in the face and chest, howling at the top of his vocal processor. A cry of rage tore from her at the sight and before she had even processed the thought, she had slammed her foot into his side and sent him flying. He rolled back to his feet, growling angrily at her from where he stood. She squared her shoulders and widened her stance, ready for him to attack again.
Three laser blasts tore into him at that moment, blasting his left arm off. He growled in pain as the smoke drifted away, but it faded as the cables hanging from his shoulders expanded, coiled, and reformed the arm that had been destroyed.
"How?!" she gasped.
"Surprised, Ory?" he sneered. "You'll be even more surprised when I tear your precious Hot Shot limb from limb!" he bellowed before he charged towards the smaller mech, pit-bent on following out on his promise.
"Don't even think about it," Megatron snarled as he fired on him, determined to keep his sparkling out of harms way.
Nemesis darted away, narrowly avoiding the lasers, and turning on Megatron with flashing optics. "So, the faker and sparkling stealer has joined the fray," he growled.
Megatron snorted before turning his gun on him. "Shut up," he spat before charging it up.
"Fool!" he laughed before charging forward, grabbing Megatron's hip-gun, and ripping it off.
Megatron roared in pain before taking a swipe at the black mech's face, missing by mere centimeters. Nemesis laughed as he shoved the larger mech to the ground, ready to destroy the one responsible for his humiliation. Hot Shot and Demolisher attacked at the same time, struggling to keep the larger mech down. With a grunt, he threw Demolisher off, shooting him repeatedly in the stomach to make sure he stayed down. He tossed Hot Shot aside into a jutting rock, impaling his leg and making sure the smaller mech was not going to move away. He turned his wrist guns on him, only for Red Alert to charge into him from behind.
"Medic!" he roared as he grabbed Red Alert by the shoulders and threw him as hard as he could at the ground, shattering his visor and windshield and snapping his gun arm. "You have sealed your fate!"
"Don't!" Optimus snarled, snapping out of her daze at last. "If you harm another mech here, you will pay dearly."
"Very well," Nemesis replied before spinning on her. "But that leaves you free to attack!"
She took a half step back before looking at the sky as green lights began to form around them. "No more violence," a small voice whispered before the injured mechs glowed.
Nemesis snarled as the glow subsided while Optimus gasped in awe. Starscream sat up, blinking silver optics out of a red face at his blue paintjob. "I look like Thundercracker," he commented.
Demolisher; now red and green; sat up fully healed and, surprisingly, offered a hand to a red Hot Shot. Red Alert stood up, new colour scheme gleaming in the sun, his visor, windshield and arm healed. Megatron sat up slower, his new light purple, red, and yellow paintjob startling Optimus for a moment. He stood up before glaring at Nemesis, who now looked terrified.
"Concentrate your firepower on him," Optimus shouted, aiming her wrist cannons. "Megatron, stop glaring and get ready!"
"You don't order me around, Optimus Prime," he shouted back, a sneaky grin on his face. "And it's Galvatron now."
Optimus gave him an incredulous look before everyone fired on Nemesis. He shrieked in pain before his body exploded, dust drifting away as the lasers vanished on impact. Galvatron laughed at the victory until a pole hit him in the head.
"Ow!" he growled before staring down at Optimus in shock. "What was that for?!"
"What do you think?!" she snapped. "Galvatron? What the slag is wrong with you?! Colour change does not opt for a name change!"
He ducked another swing from her make-shift bat, wondering where she had found in anyways. "Oh, is that so?" he asked. "You sure seemed fine with it when it was your name, Optimus Prime," he snapped.
"I got an upgrade!" she snapped, knocking his feet out from under him. "Not a freaking colour change!"
He grabbed the pole as she brought it down at his face, throwing her off balance when he pulled it back. She squeaked before falling on top of him, her face smacking into his chest. They both froze, realizing what position they were in, and Optimus' face began to turn red. She struggled to stand up, both of them too disoriented at their position and how close they were to each other to move properly. Red Alert and Side Swipe helped her up, the latter giving him a nervous glance as Starscream helped him back to his feet, the former snickering at the Decepticon leader.
"Well, better luck next time, Prime," Galvatron chuckled before the Decepticons warped away.
"Slagger," she muttered as she straightened up.
Side Swipe nuzzled her, mumbling as he hugged her tightly; no doubt the battle had terrified him. She hushed him, hugging him back, and rocking him in her arms. "Are…are the Decepticons going to join us soon?" he asked softly so that no one else overheard.
She looked down at her son, his blue optics shining up at her innocently. Did he know that she and Megatron (Galvatron, whatever he called himself now) had been talking a lot through their bond lately? Perhaps, or maybe he took how they were acting towards each other during the fight as a sign of change. Either way, Side Swipe knew something was up; both leaders knew that something was coming and they'd have to join forces. Megatron, Galvatron, whatever, had wanted her to join him immediately, but she had told him that it wasn't the time.
"Eventually," she replied as she stroked his helm.
Side Swipe smiled weakly before pulling away and looking at the sky. He waved to Blur as he brought the ship down to them, finally able to find them after Red Alert's tracer broke. Jetfire was quick to greet them once Blur had landed and opened the docking hatch, checking Optimus over for any damage. Hot Shot looked back at her before frowning.
"Who was that mech?" he asked as they walked into the command center.
She sighed before looking out the main window as they left the planet's surface. "He was called Nemesis after he was made governor of Kaon. Megatron and his small forces of Decepticons drove him out just before the wars began," she replied. "And, unfortunately, he is also my father; I think the Matrix was insulting me when it based my upgrade on him."
"He's…my grandfather?!" Hot Shot yelped as his optics widened.
"Now he is dead," she replied simply.
"Why didn't you tell us that your father was alive?" Side Swipe asked.
"I didn't know he was alive," Optimus replied. "I was personally hoping that he had been killed after the Decepticons took Kaon."
"He's gone now," Red Alert stated before returning to his post.
She nodded before following Side Swipe over to his station. "Set up a com-link with Autobot command in Iacon; I want them ready to meet us when we get there," she ordered.
"Right," Side Swipe chimed before tapping away at the keyboard.
She stroked his helm in praise, smiling when he leant into her hand. He was openly affectionate towards her which was welcoming in the war. He'd have to go back to treating her as a commanding officer when they got back to Cybertron, but there wasn't any rush just yet. She enjoyed her sons calling her "mom" rather than "Optimus Prime, ma'am". There was a beep before the computer screen was filled with an image of a stern looking mech.
"Prime?" the mech asked curiously, tipping his green helm.
"Kup," she greeted with a nod. "I'm assuming that Ultra Magnus is out?"
"Trying to catch Wingdagger," he chuckled. "Got him again with that paint."
"She still has that stash of pink paint?" she asked with a chuckle. "Primus, I've got to talk to her about that."
"It's a good moral booster," he chuckled. "So, what can I do for you, Prime?"
"Have the landing pad ready for us at the Iacon base," she stated in her commanding voice. "We'll be landing with the next couple of hours."
"Did you win on Earth?" he asked hopefully.
"No, the Decepticons are coming back as well," she sighed.
His blue optics softened slightly before he smiled. "He'll come around, don't worry," he stated. "He's just stubborn, like a certain femme commander I know."
She snorted at him before he saluted and cut the link. "I can't believe he just compared you to Megatron," Side Swipe chimed.
"He's old and crazy," she chuckled after stroking his helm, "but he has amazing insight."
Side Swipe blinked at her before shrugging and returning to his work. Jetfire finally moved forward and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He buried his face into her neck and sighed heavily as he pulled her closer.
"We need some quiet time," he whispered before leading her away.
She allowed him to lead them towards his quarters, knowing that he wanted to interface. She felt a pinprick of annoyance from Galvatron's link, but sent a gently pulse to him, reminding him of the femmes that he had brought to his quarters during the war. He backed away from her presence and returned to whatever he was doing on his own ship. Jetfire walked into the room, ripping his facemask off as he placed her on the berth.
"What's wrong?" she asked as she took her facemask off and set it in her subspace.
"You and Megatron," he growled. "Sorry, Galvatron," he sneered.
She glanced at him curiously before he started struggling to get out of his armor. She lifted an optic ridge before unlocking her abdominal plating and dropping it off the side of the berth. There was a thud as Jetfire fell off the berth, struggling with his chest plate. She shook her head before leaning over, kissing his cheek, and lifting it off of him without any trouble.
"How many times did he get stuck in his own armor?" he asked bitterly as he got back onto the berth.
"A few times," she replied as she took her leg plating off.
"What plating?"
"Pelvic," she smirked. "Had it latched on too tightly and fell off the berth cursing up a storm."
"Must have been a riot," he growled.
"It was humorous, but it is over," she replied with a shake of her head. "I thought we needed time alone?"
He glared at her before clenching his fists. "Is he listening in?" he demanded. "He's laughing at me, isn't he?"
"Galvatron is doing something else," she replied bluntly before she unclipped her breast plate.
"What?"
"I don't know," she replied before throwing her breast plate at him. "Stop talking about him; it's freaking me out."
He blinked at her out of his left optic, her white breast plate dangling from his face and hiding his right one. He smirked before shaking his head and slinking over to her. He purred before burying his face into her chest, making her squeal before he started licking and sucking on the wires. She purred slightly, not entirely enjoying the action, but not entirely against it. Jetfire eventually moved lower to her stomach and then to the pelvic plating. He stared at it for a moment before reaching around her waist for the latch.
Galvatron's presence was suddenly there in her mind, begging her to stop Jetfire from continuing. She ignored him, leaning into Jetfire's hands, but he didn't go away. He kept begging her to stop, going on and on about something. She tried to focus, but then his voice took on a pleading tone and her focus slipped.
'What?!' she snapped as Jetfire's hand traced the inside of her thigh, causing her to purr.
'Don't mate with him,' he begged, his voice actually sounding pitiful; Megatron/Galvatron and pitiful did not belong in the same sentence.
'We're interfacing, just like you do with any femme you want,' she replied coldly.
'You think he'll stop there?' he asked. 'Oriona, please, think! You've denied him for as long as the war has been going on! He's going to just take it eventually!'
'Jetfire would never do that,' she retorted, not even responding to Jetfire's touches anymore.
'Neither would I,' he whispered, 'and look at what I did to you.'
She froze for a moment before growling. 'How dare you compare him to you!' she spat.
'Oriona,' he moaned, his voice filled with despair, 'think! Primus gave you a CPU; use it!' There was a brief pause before he sent a wave of worry to her. 'I fear for you, Oriona; I fear because I can see it unfolding before you while you remain oblivious.'
She was about to snap back but stopped when she felt Jetfire's hands on her chest, searching for the top of her spark compartment. She yelped and jerked away, giving Jetfire an incredulous look. "What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Opening your spark compartment," he replied innocently.
"Why?"
"Because we are bonding," he replied, missing her look of horror. "I've decided that the only way you'll be free of Galvatron is if we bond."
"No!" she shouted, bringing her knees up to her chest in defense. "Not while I still have a choice."
"What? You want to be mated to him?" he snarled in insult.
"I don't want to be mated!" she shouted without thinking. "Not to him, not to anyone!" she added, feeling Galvatron cringe.
Jetfire glared at her before getting up. "Fine," he growled before pointing at her armor. "You can leave."
She would have argued that they could still interface, but she stood up and collected her armor. She set it all back on properly, double-checking the latches to make sure nothing fell off, before walking out the door without a glance back. Galvatron stayed with her, sending wave after wave of comfort, but she could sense the hint of smugness from him.
'Go ahead and say it,' she snapped.
'Say what?'
'I told you so.'
'Considering the situation, I do not feel like it,' he replied gently.
'Amazing,' she sneered, 'considering your personality.'
He sighed as she walked into her quarters. 'Your password…is there something special about it?' he asked.
'It's Hot Shot's creation day,' she replied as she lied down on her berth.
He chuckled before she felt him tugging her away. She sighed before closing her optics, letting him pull her back into the safe region of their sparks. His arms wrapped tightly around her, drawing her up against his chest before he buried his face into her neck. She smiled before onlining her optics to stare up at him. She frowned slightly, not really sure if she liked his new colour scheme.
'That is a horrible shade of purple,' she commented.
'Looks better than white,' he mumbled into her neck.
'It's cream,' she moaned.
'It's white.
'Cream!'
'White!'
'Cream!'
'It's creamy white,' he snorted before pinning her down. 'Either way, light purple looks better.'
'Says you,' she grumbled before he licked her chest plate.
'And I'm always right,' he purred.
'No,' she squealed, squirming underneath him, 'you were wrong about Hot Shot.'
'One thing,' he laughed.
'And the war,' she giggled as she hugged him, rubbing against him to make him moan. 'And my identity, and….'
'Oh shut up,' he moaned, his body shuddering as electricity crackled along his leg.
'You get riled up easily,' she chuckled.
'You're no different,' he countered as the electricity traveled up her leg, making her moan in pleasure.
She nuzzled him gently, earning a purr from the large mech. 'I miss you,' she whispered. 'I…I hate fighting you.'
He held her close as he sparked every now and again. 'I miss you too, my love,' he whispered as his pelvic plating melted away, letting his sparking body part release itself into the surrounding "air". 'Stupid overexcited tube,' he grumbled as he pulled back to let it calm down, the wires surrounding the tubing standing straight up and withering.
'Are you electrocuting yourself on your ship?' she giggled.
'No, I took it off already,' he replied.
'What if someone walked in and saw you sparking?' she giggled.
'I was having an erotic dream with a hot femme,' he smirked.
'And if they ask who?'
'Then I'll tell them it was you in a pleasurebot's uniform with a whip and handcuffs, and you had me chained to my berth,' he replied with a smirk.
'Oh come on! Like they'd actually believe that!' she snapped, her cheeks reddening.
He smirked before kissing her passionately, causing her to moan into his mouth. He deepened the kiss, slipping his glossa into her opened mouth, and exploring. She murmured softly before reaching up to hold his face, moving her mouth in time with his. He held her closer to him as his glossa started dancing around hers, enticing her into join him. When they pulled back, there was a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths. They smiled before wiping their mouths clean, not wanting to leave each other just yet, but knowing that they would have to.
'I should get back,' she whispered sadly.
'Agreed,' he sighed before nuzzling her as she started to head back. 'Oh, and Oriona?'
'Yes?' she asked.
'I told you so,' he chuckled before vanishing.
'Galvatron!' she groaned before onlining her optics. "You fragger," she grumbled.
'But you love me,' he cooed before sending his love down the bond.
'You hope,' she chuckled.
'You're a horrible liar,' he chimed.
'Better than you,' she retorted.
He laughed before sending a wave of affection to her. 'With that, I will not argue,' he purred.
She hummed softly before offlining her optics and curling up on her berth for recharge. Unknowingly, she was sleeping the same way she did when she shared a berth with Galvatron. On the Decepticon ship, Galvatron was also lying in the same manner, his arm wrapping around where her waist would be. A soft good-night to each other echoed down the bond before they dropped into recharge.
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"Mom… mom… mom!" Side Swipe whispered, gently shaking her arm. "Wake up!"
She groaned softly, onlining an optic to look at him groggily. His bright optics were filled with excitement and he seemed to be bouncing on the spot. He tugged on her arm again, causing her to grumble and sit up.
"What?" she asked.
"We're about to land," he replied, almost running around in his excitement. "Scavenger thinks you should be up before we land and knock you out of your berth."
"How long have I been out for?" she asked as she stood up slowly.
"Um, about eight hours," he replied.
"Long enough," she sighed before pausing to make sure her armor was still on and put her face mask back on.
"Yeah," he agreed before they headed for the command center. "Um, Jetfire's also pretty moody," he warned.
Optimus sighed in annoyance before they entered. Hot Shot gave her a wave from his station, almost purposely keeping it small to avoid attention; he was supposed to be paying attention to the elevation drop. Jetfire caught sight of her and his optics narrowed bitterly before walking over and hugging her.
"Hey babe," he greeted.
"Morning," she replied as she nuzzled him.
Galvatron's familiar snore filled her mind and she fought down the urge to facepalm. She sent a gentle prodding to him, hoping to wake him up before she got the urge to hack his com-link and broadcast it to the others. He snorted gently, allowing her to concentrate on her surrounding again as they entered Cybertron's atmosphere. Everyone braced for impact as Blur steered them towards Iacon headquarters, flying past smaller outposts where Autobot soldiers were cheering as they flew by. They touched down, jarring everyone around before the engines died, announcing that they were home.
"Single file mechs," she ordered before turning and heading for the exit ramp.
They fell into line behind her, the human children surrounded by the Minicons, who were beeping in excitement at the fact that they were home. When the ramp lowered, it revealed a cheering crowd of soldiers, all punching the air as they walked down towards them. Wingdagger raced forward out of the crowd, Padlock right behind her, before embracing Optimus tightly.
"Good to have you back, Commander," Wingdagger stated bas she pulled back and saluted.
"It's good to be back," Optimus replied after saluting her in return.
She nodded quickly before stepping aside to let Ultra Magnus and Kup greet her. They saluted, mild endearment in their optics before Kup clapped her shoulder.
"Welcome back, Prime," he greeted.
"Managed to hold everything together while I was gone?" she asked her younger cousin.
"Affirmative," Ultra Magnus replied before glaring at Wingdagger. "Even with a few set backs."
"Aw, but Magy, pink is so your colour," Wingdagger stated in an overly girly tone.
"I'll deal with her," Optimus laughed before heading towards the base. "Wingdagger, follow me please."
Wingdagger told Padlock to stick with Hot Shot before following. They walked down the hallway in silence, an almost uneasy feeling developing between them. They entered her office and Optimus told her to sit in the chair across from her.
"Why'd he leave?" she blurted out. "He promised me he'd come back."
"Wingdagger, what I have to say is a matter of utmost importance; it must never leave this room," she stated seriously.
The other femme's optics narrowed in confusion before nodding. "Pax?"
"Starscream volunteered for a dangerous undercover assignment," she stated, golden optics staring into red ones firmly. "He is risking his own neck to help us win."
"Why…didn't you tell me sooner?" she demanded.
"There was too great a chance that the Decepticons could hack into the communications," Optimus replied.
"What about Horns?" she asked, pointing at Optimus' chest plate. "Can't he…?"
"I can block the bond, Wingdagger," she replied. "If you want verifications, ask Starscream."
Wingdagger frowned before offlining her optics and focusing on her mate through their bond. Optimus waited patiently for her to come back from visiting her mate. It had been a long time since she had even bothered to open their bond up to talk to him and they had lots of making up to do. Tears leaked out of Wingdagger's optics before she onlined them, a thin veil of optical fluid covering the red lens. She wiped the tears away quickly before nodding to Optimus.
"My mate is extremely brave," she whispered proudly, her chest rising. "We'll see each other soon."
Optimus nodded before standing up and heading for the door. "We'll call him back when he feels it is safe to return to you; you know how his cousin will react when she finds out."
"Flamer will eat him for breakfast!" Wingdagger snickered.
Optimus laughed and nodded in agreement before both of them headed for the rec room to catch up.
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Galvatron sat down in his throne, rejoicing internally at the fact that they were home at last. Starscream stood facing him with the rest of the troops from Earth, waiting for permission to slip away to find family that were scattered around the base. The doors burst open before he could dismiss them and a red and black streak struck Starscream from behind, taking him out at the waist, and sending them both to the ground.
"Primus TC, you're a hard mech to find," Flamewar laughed as she snuggled against Starscream.
"Flamewar," Starscream growled as he tried to roll over, "you have two seconds to let go of me before I send you flying right back out that door."
"What?" she demanded angrily before letting the blue Seeker roll over. "Holy slag!" she screeched before leaping off of Starscream as fast as she could. "Ewewewew!"
"Just because I got repainted blue doesn't mean you can jump me from behind!" he snapped.
"I thought you were Thundercracker!" she snapped back, quickly regaining her composure and shoving herself into her taller cousin's face. "Frag, no one told me about colour changes!"
"Well maybe if you paid attention rather than grabbing onto Thundercracker's mechhood, you'd know," Starscream growled.
"Enough!" Galvatron shouted, causing both of them to freeze before snapping to attention; there was no way he was going to listen to two Seekers fight with each other.
"Megatron," Flamewar crowed before walking forward, "great to see you're still online, sir! I thought for sure Cyclonus would drive you up a wall."
"He did," Galvatron replied before snorting. "And my name is Galvatron now, Flamewar."
"Galvatron?" she asked before wrinkling her nose. "What is wrong with you? Primus, you're bright freaking purple! What idiot handled your design?! I think you should get a refund."
"Flamewar," he growled before standing up, "you are trying my patience."
She barely flinched before crossing her arms over her chest. "Galvatron, do you want me to get Quick to get your old paint scheme out?" she asked.
"No, Flamewar," he replied through grit dental bands.
"Positive?" she teased before ducking as he shot at her. "Grouch." She smirked before grabbing Starscream's arm and heading for the door. "Come on, Inferno's been bugging me to get you for the past five minutes."
He blinked before keeping up with his cousin, both of them slipping back into a comfortable conversation before vanishing through the door. Galvatron was just getting use to the silence when an orange femme walked in, yellow optics narrowed in annoyance. Her orange paint was complimented by a soft mauve paint on her hips and chest, accenting her curves. In spite of the obvious interface-appeal, no one was dumb enough to mess with the smaller Decepticon; she took after her older Autobot brother a little too well, even engaging in learning to whip wrenches at pests. Yes, Ratchet had too much of an influence on his younger sister, but they were lucky to have the femme medic in their ranks; she could have easily followed Ratchet into the Autobots. She glanced around, resting her optics on Cyclonus for a moment.
"What's the deal?" she demanded as she strode forward. "Flamewar called saying someone needed new paint," she added before freezing and gawking at the Decepticon overlord. She blinked several times before rounding on Cyclonus with infuriated optics. "What did you do?" she growled.
"Nothing!" Cyclonus squeaked, shrinking away from the femme. "Honest!"
"They why are Megatron's colours all fragged up?" she growled as she strode over to him.
Galvatron groaned as Cyclonus fell over roaring with laughter; this was going to be a very long day.
Author's note: Before anyone spazzes on me for making Jetfire OOC with his actions, he's jealous of Megatron/Galvatron. Why? Optimus' focus and love has officially started to shift away from him. And yes, rather than Nemesis being some puppet, he is Unicron's puppet AND Optimus' daddy…I'm so twisted sometimes.