Okay I've done longer on the up dates, but I want comments! Okay? I really want comments. They keep me going. But Since nobody want the typical sapping ending, I'll go with a twist. I'm not prepared for this part. But we'll see what my imagination throws at me. Anywho... Thanks for the comments. They make me feel good about myself. Which is super rare.
Stang Out!
Three letters was the only thing that Blurr would give to her. W-O-W. Not that he'd say it aloud, but wow, she had some voice. Like a river, smooth and graceful, but full of meaning and truth. But something bothered him about the way she sang that. Like the lyrics had a deeper meaning that only the writer would only know.
But she looked so relaxed. Like a pain had been released. Like the old Bumblebee. Carefree, never weighted down. 'Nova' looked like she was always weight down by 1000 planets. Never...unrestricted. Kinda the limited your would see in a person if they were hiding something important, like a precious secret, was chaining them from moving on.
She looked happy at the moment, but he wasn't an elite guard for nothing. Her relaxed state would not last forever. She'd feel weight down again, and that would tug at his spark too. But how could he unchain her? Make her free like she had once been? Like dove without a cage holding her back from living life to the fullest!
He could... no. Just no. She'd be angry. But... maybe it unbind her from her state. Permanently. He could tell her he knew and convince her to tell the others. Then she could be happy with him. The more he thought of the idea, the more he liked it. The risks of the plan failing surpass his logical processor. He'd tell her in the morning, asking her to come to the roof at sunrise. Perfect. And for some reason, he didn't see any flaws in the plan.
Stupid Troxels... What gave them the right to think themselves above everyone else? Femmes only think of them selves. Their needs, and mostly their wants. Whiny, complaining, complete sluts who'll hurt anyone they have to get whats best for themselves. Sentinel ranted furiously inside his processor.
It was late at night and he'd hardly token a sip from his Galaxy-Starbucks Mocha Frappuccino. Much was on his processor, as perusal of late.
He knew he had a habit of denying the truth, but it was always easier to accept what he thought than what was real. So he kept it that way. As a child, as a teen, when Elita died, and when he second-hand murdered his commander. He told himself, it was the best thing to do. Best way to get rid of the pest that harmed the autobots. The femmes.
He took a sip of the Mocha Frappuccino. The liquid left a unique flavor on his glossa.
Make them do what they originally suppose to do. Be loyal and faithful companions to the strong and brave mechs of Cybertron. To raise the future of their world. Not fight, and not to do mechly things. Their were suppose to be elegant, obedient, pretty and the sorts. Femmes nowhere neared the level of combat or intelligence of mechs. They were to busy scheming of plots for their own wishes. The schemes never to come true because of lack of realistic ideas! It was best femmes just do as their told. It would be beneficent for everyone.
Sentinel had a small shadow in his processor telling him, or trying to tell him otherwise. Whispering to him how he was blind, and just lost in spark. How femmes were smarter then most, if not everyone. How they were, are the most selfless beings around. But again, he had a rather large habit of denial.
He decided to check in on his favorite group of autobots to see if they had gone to war with the idiotic group of femmes called the Troxels. The main reason the earth-bound autobots was his favorite team was quite simple and entertaining. He was Magnus. He commanded all the autobots. Army and rank. Now, he could toy with the group as much as he pleased without fear. They could do nothing against him, in fact, if anything he could imprison them for life and no one could question him. And they knew this too. Only making his game far more fun.
He stood from his, as he liked to call it, throne. He ambled his way to the massive screen. He pushed a few minor buttons before his screen lit up, telling him to please wait. Tho his patience levels were thin, he calmly waited.
The night when on with laughing, dancing, singing competitions. The evening was an unprovoked area light-sparkedness and love. Nothing seemed like it could go wrong that night. And they were right. Well half-way right, nothing would go wrong THAT night. A loud buzzing rang throughout the cozy base. Cutting out the faint sound of music in the background.
Optimus instantly called for attention. Whirl did the same, I think. She howled and in a moment the Troxels were lined up from height. The autobots did a line up as well, but not quite as organized and practiced. Whirls looked to the top firetruck as waiting for answer of why there was a buzz. He got it without without a word. Somehow the two leader had bonded close enough to understand eye to optics conversation.
"That was our communication computer to Cybertron. Somebot wants to see us." Optimus announced to the females. "But who could it be at this time, unless its..." He muttered to him self in a worried voice as the group walk into the control room. To the rest of the autobots they didn't hear it. But to the Troxels and their acute hearing, they heard every word. They secretly gave concerned glance. Despite the rough start, each one of them had gotten attach to earth and the ones on it. And Bee had been reconnected to her family and home.
When they arrived after the short walk, or more to say jog, the mid sized group reached the control room. A bright green button was flashing, as with big red letters on the giant computer screen. The bold letters stated, 'Accept A Video-Conversation From Sentinel Mangus?'. That dampened the bright mood from earlier. The Autobots knew well enough by now that Sentinel called usually for only two reasons. He was bored & wanted to play with them, or he was piping mad & needed a scapegoat.
But now a new factor was put into place. The females that the Magnus seemed to hate. Now that the smaller question of who was answered, a bigger question was placed. Why? Why did want to have a report now? Why did he call in the first place? The females that he ordered abused were here and more than willing to speak out. So what exact did he want accomplished?
Optimus hesitantly push the accept button and watched the slagger's big-chin faceplate appear. He had a over-confident smirk resting on his metals & and a nasty glint in he's optic. He was gonna start trouble. And lots of it.
"Optimus..." He started off far too coolly, "Troxels." He sneered the words like poison and trash. The room tensed.
"Sentinel, and what do we own the pleasure of seeing you ?" Whirl asked in a professional voice, her posture was relax but the smooth gesture didn't reach her eyes.
"And I'm guessing your NightWhirl, correct?" He snobbishly said. It was odd, the look in the leader's brown eyes narrowed. Like she wanted to say something but held her glossa. And that wasn't like her at all. Whirl was a very outspoken girl, but knew when to hold her emotions. Bumblebee guess now was just one of those times.
"Confirmed." She gritted out of her pure white, fanged teeth.
"Well then tell me how you and you team fare on that mudball planet?" He asked in a obnoxious tone. It looked like he was waiting for her to tell how horrible earth was and complain about how terrible Optimus's team was. Before she asked she thoughtfully took a moment to pause and come up with a suitable reply.
"The conditions of the the base are quite acceptable considering that they get a bit of equipment once a month, if that. The threats seem to understand we are not here for simple show and glow. As for the troops here, they are worthy allies, respectful & respectable." She finished up and focused on the afthead to find that was no longer paying heed to her. In fact he was staring off ward to a small femme in the back, wear a dress of purple and blue.
Sorry it been forever but I hope you find it in the goodness of your hearts to forgive me. Tell me if you like this beginning. Cause if not I can change to something else.
Stang Out!
