The Wolfbane Chronicles
Part 2: Can The Heartless Love?
A Slagpit/Lunarformer Production
A TransFormers fanfic
Well, dear friends and a certain Decepticon out there I shall not name, welcome to the next chapter in this Darkbane-centric storyline. Dark is currently recovering from his latest torment from Zaheera, so I'll go see if he's ready to start things…
{Knocks on a door with a star on it marked Dark} Darkbane? You ok in there? You up to doing another chapter?
"Go away! I'll come out as soon as I get my cue."
Well, I'm doing the intro right now, so you might want to hurry it up.
"Just give me a moment! {ripping sound from other side of the door} EOWCH! Man, that stings…and it's gonna take a while for that fur to regenerate…"
What's going on in there?
"Let's just say I don't like little kids, I am not a big fan of a certain unmentionable purple dinosaur, and I REALLY don't like stickers."
Ah, Z sent you to the B-zone, eh?
"Yes."
Sorry to hear that.
"Remind me to hurt the boss man next time he's around."
(Slagpit) What's this?
{Prolonged silence, then a loud gulp} "Um, nothing, chief."
(Slagpit) Better be nothing. Now get ready. You're on soon. And do remember to be nice…I don't want that dragon to want to do anything unnecessary to you at my request.
"Right, boss."
(Slagpit) I'll take care of this, LF, you take care of the intro.
Ok. TransFormers and all related elements are owned by Takara/Hasbro/Sunbow/Marvel Production. The Trans Misfits belong to Slagpit/LunarFormer productions. Darkbane is also owned in part by Zeharra of the TRHQ, and is the most unlikely manbiotch I have ever heard of. Now, if you don't mind, a bit of a warning. This chapter may be a bit…fluffy, so for those of you with weak stomachs for the sentimental, please turn back now, and come back next chapter.
Scene: Aboard the "Enslavement"
{Why doesn't he notice me? What do I have to do, throw myself at him?} the raven/calico cat fuzor thought to herself, while heading down the corridor. {I mean, I know I've only been reactivated for a week, but I feel drawn to him somehow. And every time I try to get his attention, he just finds some way to get rid of me.}
"Wingwrath! Wait up, Wingwrath!" shouted someone from behind her. She spun around, hoping to see her commanding officer. Much to her dismay, it was only FlapSnap.
"What do you want, idiot?"
FlapSnap scoffed. "I'm no idiot."
"Oh pu-lease! You end up causing more blunders around here than any other 'Con I know, besides maybe your brother Waspinator."
"Don't bring him into this. I just heard he's become a Predicon."
"Sorry to hear that. Now what did you wan to say to me?"
"Oh…right. Well, it's going around the ship that you have been putting the moves on Lord Darkbane…"
"WHAT?! That's…that's absurd. He's my commanding officer. I could never…" She blushed slightly as she said this, and lowered her eyes slightly.
"Now who's the fool? Only a fool tries to deny one's own feelings."
"Oh, quiet! Was there something you wanted to tell me of importance, or did you just want to fill me in on the latest gossip aboard the ship?"
"I wanted to let you know that it will never work. Problem with Lord Darkbane is that he is truly the most heartless Decepticon in the universe. And I mean that quite literally. There is no spark in him! You'll never be able to gain any affection from him."
"HA!" she laughed, throwing her head back. "As if that should bother me? I don't care one bit about him! And even if I did, it's as I said, he's our commanding officer, and it wouldn't be right for me to even entertain the thought of trying to be romantically attached to him. Now, if you could do me a favor, fellow fuzor?"
"What do you want me to do, Wingwrath?"
"Could you go and tell Darkstorm to turn the ship around on a course back to Cybertron? I have…something…I have to do."
"As you wish, ma'am," the slim eel/bat said, saluting.
"Thank you, FlapSnap," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. As he continued down the corridor, she headed down the barracks hall, and entered her quarters, where she launched herself onto her recharge bed and cried. {I knew it. It's just like me to fall for the one person in the entire army that I haven't a chance with. I'm almost as much of a loser as that fool FlapSnap. How could I have been so blind?}
Scene: elsewhere in the "Enslavement"
"Sparksmasher? Where are you, Sparksmasher? I know you're in here!" Darkbane boomed as he entered the medic's little laboratory/torture chamber.
"Milord! I didn't hear you come in!" An ambulence came rushing out of one of several repair bays in the room, quickly transforming back into its transmetal frilled lizard mode.
"'Smasher, I need you're advice. How much do you know about psychology?"
"All depends, sire. Are you talking in the sense of psychological warfare, or more like being a psychologist? I'm quite adept in the first, but I'm not quite as skilled in the latter."
"'Smasher, right now, I just need someone who can help me figure out just what this unknown feeling is I'm having."
"Ah, an emotional vent, for once not resulting in raw fury. This is quite a change from the ruthless Decepticon sub-commander we all know around here. What's on your mind?"
"Well, I don't want this getting around, but…there's something about that 'bot you created from Lightwing's former body…I don't know what it is, but…I just feel odd when she's around."
"Hmmmm…I guess I should have expected this…"
"What? What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"Well, milord, Wolfbane and Lightwing were quite close, were they not?"
"What kind of a stupid question is that?! YES, OF course they were! That's the whole reason we kidnapped Lightwing in the first place."
"Well…since you are a part of Wolfbane, you were probably, if distantly and imperceptibly, attracted to her."
"What?! She was an enemy, just like all Autobots! And a perfect hostage, since I wanted to bring out my better half."
"Yes, yes, I know, but hear me out. Now, since she was an Autobot, you were able to control that attraction…turn it into additional hatered. But now, since she has been brought back as a Decepticon, you find her even more attractive…but you don't allow yourself to admit it, since that would be against Decepticon army regulations, with you being a sub-commander, her being a lowly trooper. So, you are trapped in an inner conflict, one between your honor as a Decepticon of high rank and your affections for her."
"Sparksmasher?"
"Yes, milord?"
"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
"Well, I'm not quite the perfect psychologist. I prefer to mess with people's minds, not figure them out."
"Well, thank you anyway, Sparksmasher. I'll…be back later, I think."
"Very well, sire."
And with that, Darkbane left the office, as Sparksmasher transformed back into ambulance form and reentered the repair bay he had exited just a few minutes earlier.
As soon as he was out in the hall, Darkbane slipped into the nearest shadowed alleyway. In a soft voice, so as not to be heard by any of the microphones he was certain Sparksmasher had laid around the ship to listen in on any interesting conversations, Darkbane asked, "Computer, where is unit Wingwrath? Please respond over internal systems only."
~"Unit designate Wingwrath is located in barracks corridor 1, room 14."~
Darkbane emerged from the shadows, and proceded down the hall to the barracks.
Scene: Wingwrath's room, aboard the "Enslavement"
Wingwrath had almost cried herself into a recharge cycle, when she heard a knocking at her door. "GO AWAY!" She hollered, her voice harsh from sobbing.
"And if I refuse? What makes you think you can give me orders, Wingwrath?" an unmistakeable voice called back. Upon hearing it, Wingwrath stood up, wiped her optics with one of her wings, tried to make herself look as cool and calm as ever, and sat down at her desk, attempting to make herself appear busy.
"Forgive me, sir, I didn't realize it was you. Please enter. The door is not locked." She heard the door slide open, then slide shut again as Darkbane entered the small room.
"Is everything all right? I thought I heard something strange in here."
"Yes, sir, everything is fine. I've been here filling out this paperwork"
"I…see." Darkbane said, noticing the wet spot on the recharge bed where Wingwrath's tears had gathered. He closed his eyes, trying to decide what to say next. "Um…Wingwrath…"
"Yes, sir? Is there something you need me to do?" she asked, turning around in her chair. He studied her face, noting the recent marks of where her tears had been rolling down her slightly feline face.
"No, no, it's just…I think it's about time we had a talk…"
"Oh," was all that she could say.
"Wingwrath…I…I..." Darkbane stuttered, trying to make himself say something he never thought he'd say in a million lifetimes, when suddenly the ship jolted violently, almost knocking him off balance, and sending Wingwrath hurtling through the air. Just as she was about to crash to the ground, Darkbane dove and caught her, lifting her back to her feet. They stood there, looking at each other for what seemed an eternity, staring into each other's optics.
{Well, Wing, if you are going to say something, you better say it now, if you don't want this to wind up another missed chance.}
{What am I waiting for? What was that jolt? What is happening to the ship? Should I say something, or should I just excuse myself? Man, she looks lovely in the emergency lighting. Wait, why is the ship on emergency lighting? What is wrong with my ship? Maybe I should just excuse myself…no. I started this, I have to finish this.}
"Sir…"
"Wingwrath…"
"I just wanted to…sorry, you go first…no, you…" the two 'Cons said in unison, stepping on each other's speech.
"I'm sorry, sir. You go first. You have the superior rank."
"No, please, you go first. I want to know what my newest recruit has on her mind."
"No, sir, I must insist, please go first."
"Dang it, Wingwrath! Tell me what you are thinking! That's an order!"
"I…I can't, sir. I'm sorry. Now, was there something you wanted to say to me?"
Darkbane sighed heavily, now not sure if he really wanted to say anything at all. "I guess it can wait…" With that, he slowly walked out the door. He could hear the muffeled sound of crying on the other side as it closed. He frowned, looking down at the ground, then lifted his head back up, sighing. "Darkstorm, what happened?"
~"We seem to have reached the Alderan system and encountered some large asteroids. I switched us to emergency lighting to help boost power to shields."~
"I'm coming to the control room. I'll be there in a 10 clicks. Hang on. Darkbane out." He laid a hand on Wingwrath's door, almost wishing he could understand this feeling he had for her, then took off toward the control room.
Ok, so…Darkbane and Wingwrath are in love and can't figure out how to admit it to each other openly. Tell me what you think. Next time…Part 3: {Name unknown.}
Part 2: Can The Heartless Love?
A Slagpit/Lunarformer Production
A TransFormers fanfic
Well, dear friends and a certain Decepticon out there I shall not name, welcome to the next chapter in this Darkbane-centric storyline. Dark is currently recovering from his latest torment from Zaheera, so I'll go see if he's ready to start things…
{Knocks on a door with a star on it marked Dark} Darkbane? You ok in there? You up to doing another chapter?
"Go away! I'll come out as soon as I get my cue."
Well, I'm doing the intro right now, so you might want to hurry it up.
"Just give me a moment! {ripping sound from other side of the door} EOWCH! Man, that stings…and it's gonna take a while for that fur to regenerate…"
What's going on in there?
"Let's just say I don't like little kids, I am not a big fan of a certain unmentionable purple dinosaur, and I REALLY don't like stickers."
Ah, Z sent you to the B-zone, eh?
"Yes."
Sorry to hear that.
"Remind me to hurt the boss man next time he's around."
(Slagpit) What's this?
{Prolonged silence, then a loud gulp} "Um, nothing, chief."
(Slagpit) Better be nothing. Now get ready. You're on soon. And do remember to be nice…I don't want that dragon to want to do anything unnecessary to you at my request.
"Right, boss."
(Slagpit) I'll take care of this, LF, you take care of the intro.
Ok. TransFormers and all related elements are owned by Takara/Hasbro/Sunbow/Marvel Production. The Trans Misfits belong to Slagpit/LunarFormer productions. Darkbane is also owned in part by Zeharra of the TRHQ, and is the most unlikely manbiotch I have ever heard of. Now, if you don't mind, a bit of a warning. This chapter may be a bit…fluffy, so for those of you with weak stomachs for the sentimental, please turn back now, and come back next chapter.
Scene: Aboard the "Enslavement"
{Why doesn't he notice me? What do I have to do, throw myself at him?} the raven/calico cat fuzor thought to herself, while heading down the corridor. {I mean, I know I've only been reactivated for a week, but I feel drawn to him somehow. And every time I try to get his attention, he just finds some way to get rid of me.}
"Wingwrath! Wait up, Wingwrath!" shouted someone from behind her. She spun around, hoping to see her commanding officer. Much to her dismay, it was only FlapSnap.
"What do you want, idiot?"
FlapSnap scoffed. "I'm no idiot."
"Oh pu-lease! You end up causing more blunders around here than any other 'Con I know, besides maybe your brother Waspinator."
"Don't bring him into this. I just heard he's become a Predicon."
"Sorry to hear that. Now what did you wan to say to me?"
"Oh…right. Well, it's going around the ship that you have been putting the moves on Lord Darkbane…"
"WHAT?! That's…that's absurd. He's my commanding officer. I could never…" She blushed slightly as she said this, and lowered her eyes slightly.
"Now who's the fool? Only a fool tries to deny one's own feelings."
"Oh, quiet! Was there something you wanted to tell me of importance, or did you just want to fill me in on the latest gossip aboard the ship?"
"I wanted to let you know that it will never work. Problem with Lord Darkbane is that he is truly the most heartless Decepticon in the universe. And I mean that quite literally. There is no spark in him! You'll never be able to gain any affection from him."
"HA!" she laughed, throwing her head back. "As if that should bother me? I don't care one bit about him! And even if I did, it's as I said, he's our commanding officer, and it wouldn't be right for me to even entertain the thought of trying to be romantically attached to him. Now, if you could do me a favor, fellow fuzor?"
"What do you want me to do, Wingwrath?"
"Could you go and tell Darkstorm to turn the ship around on a course back to Cybertron? I have…something…I have to do."
"As you wish, ma'am," the slim eel/bat said, saluting.
"Thank you, FlapSnap," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder. As he continued down the corridor, she headed down the barracks hall, and entered her quarters, where she launched herself onto her recharge bed and cried. {I knew it. It's just like me to fall for the one person in the entire army that I haven't a chance with. I'm almost as much of a loser as that fool FlapSnap. How could I have been so blind?}
Scene: elsewhere in the "Enslavement"
"Sparksmasher? Where are you, Sparksmasher? I know you're in here!" Darkbane boomed as he entered the medic's little laboratory/torture chamber.
"Milord! I didn't hear you come in!" An ambulence came rushing out of one of several repair bays in the room, quickly transforming back into its transmetal frilled lizard mode.
"'Smasher, I need you're advice. How much do you know about psychology?"
"All depends, sire. Are you talking in the sense of psychological warfare, or more like being a psychologist? I'm quite adept in the first, but I'm not quite as skilled in the latter."
"'Smasher, right now, I just need someone who can help me figure out just what this unknown feeling is I'm having."
"Ah, an emotional vent, for once not resulting in raw fury. This is quite a change from the ruthless Decepticon sub-commander we all know around here. What's on your mind?"
"Well, I don't want this getting around, but…there's something about that 'bot you created from Lightwing's former body…I don't know what it is, but…I just feel odd when she's around."
"Hmmmm…I guess I should have expected this…"
"What? What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"Well, milord, Wolfbane and Lightwing were quite close, were they not?"
"What kind of a stupid question is that?! YES, OF course they were! That's the whole reason we kidnapped Lightwing in the first place."
"Well…since you are a part of Wolfbane, you were probably, if distantly and imperceptibly, attracted to her."
"What?! She was an enemy, just like all Autobots! And a perfect hostage, since I wanted to bring out my better half."
"Yes, yes, I know, but hear me out. Now, since she was an Autobot, you were able to control that attraction…turn it into additional hatered. But now, since she has been brought back as a Decepticon, you find her even more attractive…but you don't allow yourself to admit it, since that would be against Decepticon army regulations, with you being a sub-commander, her being a lowly trooper. So, you are trapped in an inner conflict, one between your honor as a Decepticon of high rank and your affections for her."
"Sparksmasher?"
"Yes, milord?"
"That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard."
"Well, I'm not quite the perfect psychologist. I prefer to mess with people's minds, not figure them out."
"Well, thank you anyway, Sparksmasher. I'll…be back later, I think."
"Very well, sire."
And with that, Darkbane left the office, as Sparksmasher transformed back into ambulance form and reentered the repair bay he had exited just a few minutes earlier.
As soon as he was out in the hall, Darkbane slipped into the nearest shadowed alleyway. In a soft voice, so as not to be heard by any of the microphones he was certain Sparksmasher had laid around the ship to listen in on any interesting conversations, Darkbane asked, "Computer, where is unit Wingwrath? Please respond over internal systems only."
~"Unit designate Wingwrath is located in barracks corridor 1, room 14."~
Darkbane emerged from the shadows, and proceded down the hall to the barracks.
Scene: Wingwrath's room, aboard the "Enslavement"
Wingwrath had almost cried herself into a recharge cycle, when she heard a knocking at her door. "GO AWAY!" She hollered, her voice harsh from sobbing.
"And if I refuse? What makes you think you can give me orders, Wingwrath?" an unmistakeable voice called back. Upon hearing it, Wingwrath stood up, wiped her optics with one of her wings, tried to make herself look as cool and calm as ever, and sat down at her desk, attempting to make herself appear busy.
"Forgive me, sir, I didn't realize it was you. Please enter. The door is not locked." She heard the door slide open, then slide shut again as Darkbane entered the small room.
"Is everything all right? I thought I heard something strange in here."
"Yes, sir, everything is fine. I've been here filling out this paperwork"
"I…see." Darkbane said, noticing the wet spot on the recharge bed where Wingwrath's tears had gathered. He closed his eyes, trying to decide what to say next. "Um…Wingwrath…"
"Yes, sir? Is there something you need me to do?" she asked, turning around in her chair. He studied her face, noting the recent marks of where her tears had been rolling down her slightly feline face.
"No, no, it's just…I think it's about time we had a talk…"
"Oh," was all that she could say.
"Wingwrath…I…I..." Darkbane stuttered, trying to make himself say something he never thought he'd say in a million lifetimes, when suddenly the ship jolted violently, almost knocking him off balance, and sending Wingwrath hurtling through the air. Just as she was about to crash to the ground, Darkbane dove and caught her, lifting her back to her feet. They stood there, looking at each other for what seemed an eternity, staring into each other's optics.
{Well, Wing, if you are going to say something, you better say it now, if you don't want this to wind up another missed chance.}
{What am I waiting for? What was that jolt? What is happening to the ship? Should I say something, or should I just excuse myself? Man, she looks lovely in the emergency lighting. Wait, why is the ship on emergency lighting? What is wrong with my ship? Maybe I should just excuse myself…no. I started this, I have to finish this.}
"Sir…"
"Wingwrath…"
"I just wanted to…sorry, you go first…no, you…" the two 'Cons said in unison, stepping on each other's speech.
"I'm sorry, sir. You go first. You have the superior rank."
"No, please, you go first. I want to know what my newest recruit has on her mind."
"No, sir, I must insist, please go first."
"Dang it, Wingwrath! Tell me what you are thinking! That's an order!"
"I…I can't, sir. I'm sorry. Now, was there something you wanted to say to me?"
Darkbane sighed heavily, now not sure if he really wanted to say anything at all. "I guess it can wait…" With that, he slowly walked out the door. He could hear the muffeled sound of crying on the other side as it closed. He frowned, looking down at the ground, then lifted his head back up, sighing. "Darkstorm, what happened?"
~"We seem to have reached the Alderan system and encountered some large asteroids. I switched us to emergency lighting to help boost power to shields."~
"I'm coming to the control room. I'll be there in a 10 clicks. Hang on. Darkbane out." He laid a hand on Wingwrath's door, almost wishing he could understand this feeling he had for her, then took off toward the control room.
Ok, so…Darkbane and Wingwrath are in love and can't figure out how to admit it to each other openly. Tell me what you think. Next time…Part 3: {Name unknown.}