Ok, this chapter is kinda short but I've recently become addicted to Medal of Honor and that's pretty much all that I do. One of these days I think I'm going to go blind from staring at a computer screen so long.. ^_^



"RODIMUS!" The roar echoed throughout the entire of Fortress Maximus. I swear I heard the window panes rattle.

Rodimus screamed hysterically and ducked under my desk.

A high powered gun was fired just outside my office and my door was blown out of existence. Optimus Prime stalked in through the smoking door frame. He practically radiated destruction and dismemberment.

Oh man, this can't be good...

Optimus is black. And when I say black, it's an understatement. He's like a friggin' black hole. Either it was some very expensive and very permanent ink or the Gatorade container was pretty darn big. I'm thinking an Olympic- sized pool. Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh

"Where is he Magnus?" he snarled at me. Down boy, down!

All I really wanted to do right then was dig a hold and crawl in it and die. Fast.

"I-I don't know, sir." I stampered. His evil eye feels like it boring a hole in my stomach. Seriously not cool.

His eyes narrowed. If looks could kill, I'd be splattered against the walls. I don't think he believes me. Hell, I don't believe me! With a low hum Optimus activated his scanners. He walked slowly about my office, occasionally pausing to open a cabinet or look under a chair. I wanted to point out that Rodimus wasn't quite that small but I didn't think that was such a good idea.

Act casual, act casual… I tried really hard to make my face as emotionless as possible.

He finished scanning the room, a thoughtful look on his face. He strutted over to my desk. Damn.

"Funny thing," he said cheerily. I'm scared. Very scared. "My scanners show that Rodimus is close by, in this very room to be precise. In fact--" he clenched his hand into a fist and raised it.

Oh crap… I'm petrified. I think he's going to kill me. I'd like to say my life was flashing before my eyes, but that would be too much of a cliché.

"--he's right under your desk." He swung his hand down and pretty much reduced my desk to toothpicks, revealing a trembling Rodimus.

And me? I'm too happy that I get to live to care about Rodimus. Now that I think about it, I've got someplace to be. Someplace far away. I definitely don't want to be here when hell comes raining. And trust me, it will. And Primus take pity on anyone in a 50 mile radius.

"Hello Rodimus." Optimus said. His voice was practically spewing ice cubes, that's how cold he sounded. I wanted so bad to run away.

Rodimus looked so scared I thought he was going to knock himself offline with a system freeze. One can only hope.

"H-H-Hello Optimus." He stuttered and just sat there. He seemed pretty lost.

Optimus glared at him. I'm sure he was expecting something a little more along the lines of Rodimus kissing his feet or something like that.

"Rodimus, I want you to report to my office when you're done here." The way he said it was fascinating. Not an ounce of emotion. He sounded like Cerebros. Creepy.

"Y-Yes, sir!" Rodimus said and pulled off a shaky salute.

Optimus swiveled around without answering and started through the door. About halfway there he paused and turned back around.

"Rodimus come here."

Looking extremely nervous, Rodimus stood up a walked over to Optimus. Ugh, idiot.

BAM!

Optimus swung his fist up and smashed it into Rodimus' face. Rodimus flew backwards and crashed into the wall, leaving a nice Rodimus-sized dent on my wall before landing in a heap on the floor. Optimus then turned and stalked out of my office.

We were silent for a minute or two. Then I decided to speak up. "Well… that went pretty well, all things considered. I thought for sure Optimus was going to kill you." I said.

Rodimus just laid there on the floor.

I walked over to him and poked him a few times. "Rodimus?"

Rodimus said something, but it sounded like complete gibberish. I think Optimus broke something. Maybe his brain? That would be funny...

I shook my head. "Rodimus, I think he knocked you clear into next week."

Rodimus could only stare up at me in astonishment. I turned away and sat down in my beloved swivel chair. It had survived the encounter intact. A sound of static came from Rodimus' head. Then he spoke.

"Begun, the Practical War has."

"…"

…Did he just say what I think he just said? I turned my head and looked at him. I was seriously going to smack him. I don't know why, but I had the sudden urge to hit something.

"…Sorry."

Shaking my head at his poorly executed Yoda reference, I stood up and stalked past Rodimus and out my black and toasty door.

"Wait! Magnus! Where are you going?" Rodimus called after me.

I snorted. "To go dig a hole."

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I'm serious.