Glossary
Vorn – 83 years
Solar-cycle – 1 day
Stellar-cycle – 1 year
Orbital-cycle – 1 month
Nano-klik – 1 second
Joor – 6 hours
Breem – 8.3 minutes
Groon – 1 hour
Deca-cycle – 3 weeks
Disclaimer: Its fanfiction. Of course I do not own it.
Quickstrike's Story – War on Cybertron
Chapter 3When Quickstrike on-lined from her recharge she knew that Megatron would like a report of what happened to make her fall behind. She walked to the door of his office and knocked. Getting the okay to come in she stood in front of Megatron.
"My Lord. I have come to report." She stated.
"Go ahead."
"During the battle last solar-cycle, I was fighting against the Autobot camouflage officer, Mirage, when he was shot into me by Dirge." She saw Megatron grind his teeth together.
"Dirge then fired a second round which once again pushed the Autobot into me sending the both of us over the edge of the crevasse that we had not seen as we were fighting. Going over the edge, I used my jets to try to get back up but the Autobot latched onto me making us both fall. We fought whilst falling but we were distracted and did not see how close we were to the ground when we crashed. It knocked the both of us into stasis. When I came to, I was going to finish of the Autobot but I saw Prime, the medic and the weapon specialist. Since my wounds were severe I did not engage any or finish off the Autobots. When I reached the base, I fell into stasis once again."
Megatron looked thoughtful, "How did you fight the Autobot. He has been said to be invisible?" Quickstrike knew she could not give herself or Mirage away, so she said the first thing that came to her processor.
"I guessed mostly."
Megatron brushed it away. "You can leave now."
"Yes Lord Megatron."
Quickstrike left Megatron's office and went to the training grounds. It was there she came across Starscream.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Quickstrike." He tried to purr. It came out more like a gargle.
"Starscream." Quickstrike acknowledged him then kept moving towards her portion of the training grounds. Starscream followed.
"I was wondering if you would come out of that alive. It appears that you did so. Well, mostly." He smirked "That was the first time I have seen you go into stasis."
Quickstrike ignored the pest and got her training course ready. Starscream was still talking when she flung out her blades and got ready. He then realised she had not been paying attention
"Are you even listening to me?" He screeched. There was no reply.
Quickstrike then darted off into the course slashing at the Autobot holograms that appeared. It was this way she got up the guts to hurt her leader and the others who she cared for. If she was able to fight a hologram, she was able to fight the real thing.
Starscream just looked at the femme with his jaw hanging low. He whirled around when the sound of laughter registered in his audios.
"What are you laughing at?" He screeched at the mechs.
"Screamer, you are going to get smashed by Lord Megatron." Barricade smirked. Starscream growled at the name but then what Barricade said registered.
"What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously. None of the mechs knew it but Quickstrike was listening in intently and asking herself the same question.
"When Megatron found out Shockwave tried to bond with her while she was out, he put a no touching order on her. He wants her as a sparkmat-" Dirge was cut off as a blade came out of nowhere and slammed into the mech's shoulder. Dirge flew back from the force and slammed into the wall with a stunned expression on his face. All the Decepticon's optics turned to see where the blade came from when they saw Quickstrike standing there with a look of fury on her normally emotionless face.
She stalked towards Dirge. The other Decepticons were backing away fairly quickly seeing her show her fury meant she was passed the point of being calmed down. She stopped in front of the cowering Decepticon.
"What does he want me for?" Her monotone voice was gone and this one was only carrying rage. All the Decepticons in the room could tell that she did not want to be Megatron's spark-mate.
"H-h-he wants you to be his s-s-spark-mate." Dirge stuttered out. Quickstrike yanked out her blade in the most painful way she could bringing a highly pained cry out of Dirge. She then pushed her blade through the joint on his shoulder and twisted it making his arm come off. The brought an even bigger cry from the downed mech.
"W-w-what was that one f-f-for." The mech stuttered in pain and fear.
Quickstrike stood straight, still with no control over her emotions at this point in time.
"That was for shooting me off that cliff. Don't think I don't know you were aiming for me." Then she stalked off giving anyone who tried to stop her, a death glare.
The mechs parted and Quickstrike left the training room.
::Quickstrike to Megatron. I am going out:: Her rage was heard throughout the base as she projected the comm. Link to everyone just to make sure they got it.
::S-sure:: Megatron stammered back. Even he was scared of a highly pissed off Quickstrike.
Quickstrike she was leaving base, she could hear Megatron yelling for Starscream to tell him what happened.
...0.0.0
It was Mirage's turn on patrol. Admittedly he did not have his full processor on patrolling, rather he was thinking about Quickstrike. She had taken up his mind and was all he could think about. He kept playing that bit of her voice he had remembered as they were falling. He had heard desperation.
He was thinking so hard he did not hear the sound of jets nor did he hear the sound of transforming.
"You are going to get off-lined if you do not pay attention on patrols." At the sound of a femmes voice he swirled around to see who it was.
He could not believe it, Quickstrike was right in front of him. Then he registered her voice, she had not spoken in monotone and she had a small smile on her face. It took his breath away, for a nano-klik. Then he righted himself.
"What happened to monotone?" he asked warily. Quickstrike sighed then looked at him with worried optics.
"I lost control to rage at the Decepticon base and I won't have control over my emotionlessness for quite a while yet." Mirage was curious and worried about what upset Quickstrike so much, but didn't want to have the rage aimed at him.
"What made you so angry?" he asked cautiously. Quickstrike frowned then hardened her optics in anger.
"Megatron wants me to be his spark-mate." Mirage was shocked then he got an image of Megatron and Quickstrike being spark-mates and growled. The image of the two made him feel something he had never felt before and it confused him.
"I need to speak with Jazz." The sound of her voice snapped him out of it. He looked to her seeing the desperation to see the saboteur. Mirage nodded.
"Alright." He opened a comm. Link between himself and the silver saboteur.
::Mirage to Jazz:: It took a nano-klik to get a reply.
::This is Jazz. What's up Mirage?::
::She's here and needs to speak with you::
::Quick is?::
::Yeah::
::I'll alert Optimus then I will be right over. You're on east Patrol right?::
::That's right::
::Very well. I'm on my way::
The comm'd conversation took five nano-kliks then Mirage turned back to Quickstrike.
"He is on his way."
"Thank you." Quickstrike said with a smile.
Mirage felt his silent cooling fans kick in. (AN: His fans are silent because of his invisibility ability)
"Err, No problem."
"It's good to see you still alive, Mirage. I did wonder." Quickstrike's statement made Mirage stumble slightly.
"You did? Why?" Mirage knew in the back of his processor he was ecstatic about the fact she worried about him.
"It's not every solar-cycle I make a new friend." She said softly. Quickstrike could tell she was having an effect on this meh in a way she had not affected others. Mirage was nervous and had his cooling fans on. She could hear them with her advanced hearing.
When she went to say something else she saw Jazz arriving. Waiting for him to arrive, she continually glanced at Mirage. For some reason he had calmed down her near uncontrollable rage. None of the Autobots knew about her rage because it had only been activated while she was with the Decepticons.
When Mirage saw Jazz arriving he almost bolted right out of there to stop Quickstrike from activating his fans. Mirage glanced at Quickstrike which brought them optic to optics before both quickly looked away both sets of fans activated.
Jazz who had arrived just in time to witness this, mentally smirked. He stored away the further questioning later and approached. Quickstrike had to have something serious to approach the base.
"Quickstrike. I am glad to know you are safe and well. When Ratchet and Ironhide told me of your condition, I was worried."
Quickstrike looked over at Jazz. He could see all of her emotions and it shocked him. She had never been so open before. This caused him great alarm.
"What has happened sweetspark." He asked softly. Quickstrike hugged Jazz and started crying. Jazz was frozen, She had never done something like this before. He quickly unfroze and hugged her tightly to his chassis.
Mirage watched as she broke down in Jazz's arms. Mirage turned away to give the two a moment of privacy.
Once Quickstrike stopped crying. She spoke about why she was there.
"Megatron wants me as a spark-mate." Mirage and Quickstrike watched as Jazz's face when from Shocked to pure fury.
"Jazz. Calm down and let me finish, before you go off to hunt him down." Jazz had in fact been planning that very thing, and he knew of a few mechs that would help him do it too.
"I will listen, sweetspark." Jazz and Quickstrike sat on boulders that were conveniently placed in the spot Quickstrike had stopped Mirage. Said Autobot had sat down as well and listened.
"I was in the training hall when I heard Barricade say that Megatron will smash Starscream, I listened in. Apparently Megatron ordered all the mechs to never touch me again and that I was off limits because he wanted me to be his spark-mate." Quickstrike then realised she had said something when she saw the two mechs faces darken.
"again?" Mirage asked, His voice low but Quickstrike could hear the barely controlled rage.
"When I fell into stasis as soon as I hit the hanger in the Decepticon base, I was taken into the med-bay. I was awoke to someone prodding on my chassis trying to force it open to get to my spark-chamber. I quickly defended myself and started beating the slag out of the mech. Megatron and Barricade had come in before I could kill the con and I left with Barricade, leaving Megatron to deal with Shockwave." The two bots had calmed down, learning that she had not been bonded with anyone.
Mirage then remembered something from the conversation he had on the way back to the Autobot base.
"So you went into stasis as soon as you got into the hanger?" Quickstrike nodded at his odd question. Mirage breathed out with a laugh and expression of awe.
"How in the pit does he do that? On our way back Ratchet said that you would make it to the Decepticon base then fall into stasis. How the frag does he know these things?" Jazz and Quickstrike laughed.
"I am a medic." They both said in imitation of Ratchets voice. They looked at each other and burst out into laughter with Mirage following.
Quickstrike then sobered up and looked at Jazz who had sensed the change in her. "What do I do? Do I become his spark-mate to get more information or do I reject him?" The answer was immediate to the processors of Jazz and Mirage.
"Reject him!" They both said forcefully. The mechs glance at each other the looked back at Quickstrike.
"Sweetspark. Becoming a spark-mate means that you love them uncontrollably and would do anything for your pair. He is your other half. Once you have joined, they you are mated for life. Do you really want to be joined to Megatron in that way?" Jazz probed.
Quickstrike shook her head vigorously. She glanced at her internal clock and discovered she had been gone for a while.
"I must get back." Quickstrike said sadly. She began building her emotionless state back up. She answered Jazz's question before he even asked it.
"When I go into my rage, it takes a while for my mask to build itself back up, that is why I have shown my emotions freely. Not that I mind." Quickstrike said. Jazz and Mirage nodded in understanding.
When Quickstrike was ready to go, Jazz watched as she walked over to Mirage and leaned in to whisper in his audio. Mirage suddenly kicked his cooling fans on in high gear and glared at the rapidly retreating form of Quickstrike. Jazz's interests immediately piked.
"What did she say?" Mirage simply gave him a death glared and stalked off to continue his patrol. Jazz chuckled. The relationship between the two was getting interesting for him. Jazz then grinned, he planned to do something about them.
...0.0.0
When Quickstrike reached the Decepticon base she stalked towards her quarters, all of the mechs moved out of her way. On her way back, she felt her anger again. She reasoned it was because she was away from Jazz and Mirage, who had worked his way into her spark in such a short amount of time. By the time she got back to the con base her anger was back, it was not as potent as before and she had he blank face on, but if anyone so much as stepped into her path she would give them a death glare and they would back up
Reaching her quarters, she slammed the door shut and locked it using all the locks. She then lay back on her berth and closed her optics. When she thought of something to calm her down, the first think that came to the forefront of her processor was Mirage.
She thought of all the times when battling she had seen him, she had watched all his movements out of the corner of her optics. She had watched him as he watched her battles. Oh, yes she had seen him watching her. However she took no notice of it, because she knew he was watching her only to find a weakness. Now however she knew he would be the one fighting her, judging by the look in Jazz's optics before she left. She would be ready for her best fighting partner yet. Quickstrike fell into recharge thinking about the Autobot warrior.
...
At the Autobot base, Mirage was in his room. When he had gotten back to base he had continually glared at a laughing Jazz. He had refused to tell Jazz what she said and did to make his fans kicking into high gear. As Mirage lay on his berth it could not stop thinking about it.
~Flashback~
Quickstrike leaned in and whispered into his audio. "I know you were thinking about me." She then kissed his cheek and flew off before he had the chance to respond with anything other than a glare. So he gave the best glare he could.
~End Flashback~
Mirage still had his silent fans on. He reached his servo up to his cheek where Quickstrike had kissed him. He then shoved it back down to his side grumbling about teasing femmes. He fell into recharge thinking about the Decepticon/Autobot femme.
...0.0
Jazz walked through the Autobot base with silent footsteps. He knew what had to be done, he walked into Prime's office and sat down on the chair. The bot in front of him leaned in.
"You know what we got to do. Don't ya, Prime?" Jazz asked. Optimus chuckled and nodded.
"Oh, yes. It will be good for the both of them." Jazz smirked.
"I still want to know what happened to make Mirage's fans kick in but he won't tell me." Jazz whined. Optimus just chuckled.
"Instead of asking him, why don't you ask the perpetrator?" Prime put forward. Jazz's optics lit up.
"That's a marvellous idea. During that time I will also tell her about her knew sparring partner."
"Just don't get a head of yourself Jazz. Now what did she have to say, that made her appear here?" Optimus prompted. He knew about Mirage's fans because when both bots got back to base Mirage's fans were still on and Jazz was laughing.
"Well, when I got there, Quickstrike had her mask off, I mean she showed all of her emotions. It came from when she was at the Decepticon base and some of the cons had been talking about how Screamer was going to get smashed by Megatron…" Jazz told Optimus of what had occurred at the Decepticon base.
End chapter