Minor confession… I'm having a hell of a time writing the twins parts… I mean it. They are hard to write without feeling like I'm stereotyping them. But then again, they were kind of stereotypical in the movie. I tried though… they WILL be in the next chapter's blooper, and I will upload the next chapter by 2 pm East Coast North American time tomorrow, because after that I get to turn around and go off to grandmothers place. I do admit, she is nice, but I think she is getting that 'I'm old and not putting up with anyone' deal. That's probably why she didn't help out during the affair… that doesn't explain the others though. I'm trying to be open minded, and I will do my best to find an internet café around there one evening, so I can give you guys new chapters and maybe a new story or 2. I have been working a little with a few prompts I read over at LJ.
Winners of the Cybercupcakes!!! (which is strange because I baked real cupcakes and no one ate them…): thundercracker76, Kibble Beast, Supermoi, Ameri, Decepticon05, Dragolover1, RobotFreak, black dragon, Zonadow, Myrcella and KarKeys123!!!
And to black dragon: I loved the pic!!! But it's not her fault… she is getting on in her years… (prays that no one from my family sees this and starts getting mad at me!).
I don't own the transformers, I'm just borrowing them.
Will update asap.
Will also fix things if you point them out. All criticism is considered constructive unless otherwise stated… or has nothing to do with the chapter in question. :D I love my reviewers!!!
Megatron took a deep, relaxing air intake and looked towards the Autobot General. He knew that if he was going to get rid of his mentor, then he would have to assist the Prime in destroying him… just like old times. When they were sparklings, Optimus and Megatron would always stand together against anyone who tried to pick on the younger of the two. Then they started to drift apart when the bitter loneliness of age hit them. Optimus moved towards the mature bots and Megatron stayed with his sparklinghood friends. Eventually, Megatron became the Lord Proctor of the Cybertronians… and Optimus became the new Prime. Then the fallen's tomb was found… and all pit broke loose. The war, the loss of life, the hatred that slowly began to form from fighting; Megatron still remembered the day when his Decepticon forces drove the majority of the Autobots off the planet. He still remembers the guilt he felt when he found out about Elita One. Had he known what desperation had done to Starscream… or probably what Starscream had to do by the fallen's orders. Guilt was a poison that was exceedingly potent to those who had blocked it out for centuries. Elita One was Optimus's femme (1) before the war started, and Megatron always thought that they would end up together… yet, now, it looked like such a distant dream.
Megatron looked down at his seeker, propped against the retaining wall of the settlement. Now he knew how Prime must have felt when Arcee delivered the message to him upon her arrival. His beloved was dying, and there was nothing he could do at the moment.
Megatron jumped down the pyramid and made his way towards the Prime, determined to end this madness. The Prime looked at him with confusion, then understanding as the idea hit him like a 20 ton brick off the top of the pyramid.
"So, fighting like the old days, huh?" The red and blue mech asked rhetorically. The silver mech gave him his trademark mischievous smile, grabbing his brother's shoulder in a friendly grasp and tugging him lightly towards him. Optimus smiled back, allowing the feeling of completion to wash over him as he felt his brother come back to him after millinias of fighting. They had missed each other's warm presence for so long, it felt virgin to them. Like they had met for the first time and just formed a bond of brotherhood out of the blue… so foreign and unusual… but certainly not unwelcomed. Optimus armed his cannons as Megatron prepared his armaments… this was all out war. Optimus knew that Starscream supposedly ordered Elita One's death, but when he saw that the fallen was ordering Starscream and Megatron, he knew that they were innocent victims at this point, as were the majority of Decepticons. Perhaps peace wasn't as far strung as they previously thought… though, no peace would ever grace Cybertron is the fallen remained functional. Prime hadn't blasted a mech in a few weeks, and his guns felt like they trembled in his hands to send a shot through his enemies.
The fallen grimaced as he watched the brothers prepare to take him on. He dodged the first shot fired by Megatron, and teleported over to the settlement. He slammed his peds on the surface of a roof as he landed on it, and then charge his staff for a melee. He had lived through more millinias than the brothers combined, he wasn't going down without a fight. He dodged more shots fired by Optimus and Megatron, knowing that when this was over, he'd force Megatron to watch him as he killed his brother and made his way back to Cybertron. There, he would conquer any remaining forces and take his new concubine (after the repairs) and force him to occupy his harem; bearing sparklings at his whim and pleasing him whenever and where ever he commanded. Best of all, there would be no one to stop him; not Megatron, not the Primes, and not this… Optimus. He knew his strength… and he could already imagine the seeker underneath him as he filled his port with coded lubricants, making sure all programming that prevented access to the gestational chambers were shut down, and filling that abdomen with hatchlings.
Megatron managed to get a good shot in on the constantly moving mech, blasting his shoulder away from his neck. The fallen roared in pain as his shoulder was shattered, growling back at Megatron. Megatron moved just in time to miss the fallen's punch, and Prime was right behind him with a left hook to the fallen's mask. The mask broke into four large pieces, but stayed on his face. He howled as the mask was smashed, cursing the Prime. Optimus smirked and glared at the bastard. He held no pity for a mech that killed so many and was determined to kill more. Optimus managed to get a few more decent punches in while his brother was recovering from a stray blast from the fallen's staff. He grabbed the fallen's mask and neck, and tore them away from each other.
"I rise, you fall" Optimus said. He watched the fallen sink to the ground as the energon leaked from many different cuts and slashes across the bots chassis.
It was over… after so many years of fighting one another, it was over. The Allspark was gone and the fallen was killed. There was no one left to lead the Decepticon Campaign… and therefore, no use for factions or opposition. The Autobots had won… despite their smaller numbers and weaken strength, they had won. It was over… they could return to Cybertron and resume their normal lives… Optimus dealing with Megatron… Bumblebee running from his academy pals… Ratchet scolding a few new bots who managed to get on his nerves while trying his best to ignore Ironhide's advances… Starscream-
Oh Primus.
Starscream needed help. Prime whooshed around and looked for the fallen seeker in the rumble of the buildings that remained. He saw the seeker being tended to by Ratchet, who was working his fastest to repair the spark chamber's damage. The mech was the most talented medical bot on the Autobot's side. He knew Starscream was in good hands.
However, he couldn't help but notice that some of the Decepticons were standing unusually close to his men… what could they be up to?
He found out in the form of a severe shock to his back support column. He yelped as the electricity surged through his body. Megatron had pulled a fast one…
"Sorry brother… but all's fair in love and war…" the Prime felt his consciousness slip from him slowly. The last thing he remembered was the sound of Bee, Prime and Jolt shouting for him.
The other Autobots felt the strong pain of electricity hit them as they lost consciousness too. Bumblebee, Ironhide, Sideswipe and the girls all fell to the ground at the contact of the electric bursts. Ratchet and Jolt were left conscious for some reason… but they knew they were going to find out as Megatron approached them with his servos behind his back, like a dictator.
"Ratchet, isn't it?" The tyrant asked, and Ratchet nodded his helm while never taking his optics off of the larger mech. He placed a single yellow servo on Jolt's lower back and pulled him closer to his body. He didn't want the youngling to get injured because of him. The older mech looked around quickly and saw the twins were still out cold from their battle with Devastator. This did not bode well from the two Autobot's left.
"Good… can you repair Starscream enough to get him back to the ship?" The tyrant spoke again, and the yellow Hummer (2) nodded again.
"Perfect, because we are going back to Cybertron and you are all coming with us. Troops! Gather the Autobots! We are moving out in a megacycle!" the tyrant bellowed, causing Jolt to start shaking as he watched Sideswipe being lugged on a random Decepticon's shoulder. He lunged for his love, but was held back by the wiser Ratchet.
"Don't do it kid… they don't seem too hostile yet… let's try to hold our own and stay alive until we have an idea of what's going on." The older mech said. Jolt thought for a moment, and the nodded quickly. He didn't want to leave Earth… they had made so many friends here. But if it meant keeping the rest of the Autobot's safe, then hell, he'd do it.
The Decepticons started to head towards the edge of the village and took the unconscious bots with them as they blasted off gently from the sand and headed for Mars.
(BUMBUMBBUMMMMMMM!!!! Super Cliffy!!!)
Anyways, that seems like a good note to stop on. I'll get to the rest before 2 pm. Or upload whatever I have at that point.
So anyways…
BLOOOPER!!!!
Winners!!!
Jetfire 2
Chromia 4
Ratchet 5
Fallen… (still…wtf) 1
The Kitty 2
Ironhide's bad day.
Ironhide had been running a fever for about 12 megacycles when Ratchet finally forced the mech to hold still for a checkup. The weapons specialist didn't want to hold still as he was poked and prodded with every instrument in the medical bots bag. Ratchet finally came to the conclusion that the weapons specialist had a cold. Well… nobody is invulnerable to a cold.
He gave the mech a quick update on his virus software (get it? eh… I tried… I need new jokes…) and told him to let the software sink in for about 3 days. This particular brand of virus software was the best that money could buy… and had a rather rare side effect.
It made you sleep and dream strange things.
Ironhide started off dreaming like he normally would… with Chromia gently kissing her way down his flat stomach. The slowly undoing his interfacing plating.
Oh yes… this felt soo great…the gentle lick of her glossa… the feeling of her servos… the sudden rough pinch on the arm.
Wait… that wasn't supposed to be there.
Ironhide woke up with a start as Ratchet gave him another dose of the virus software.
"YYEEEOOOUUCCCHHHH!!! WHAT THE SLAG!!!" The weapons specialist screamed. Ratchet relaxed after being startled, then slammed his servo, palm first, into the mech.
"Calm down! You'll over do your hardware if you start acting like a sparkling right now" The med bot smiled, chuckling a little. The weapons specialist relaxed and flopped back down.
"And I was having such a wonderful dream about Chromia, too…" The weapons specialist closed his optic shutters and felt a warm servo on his thigh. He opened his shutters to see what was going on… only to find Ratchet working his way up to the mech's chest, just like Chromia did in his dreams…
"Well… I might not be a femme… but I can certainly please a mech when I want to…"
(1) I don't know what they call female and male dating robots… so I put the most logical thing I could imagine.
(2) He upgraded to a hummer in the second movie. It said so in the bios.
And fin! Anyways… read, review… indulge me, I love to see this in my inbox and it's not hard. Goodnight and Good luck.
