I've reformatted this part as it may have been confusing to read last time.
Chapter Four:
The night air that whipped around his body, swirling across his torso felt good. Felt refreshing. If he was to remain here (and that had become a certainty now) then this was the way to experience the planet. High above the forests, soaring over the skyscrapers that protruded from the treetops as if they too were growing. Yes, Silverbolt thought, this was what he missed.
"Do you mind if we just land now?" The voice shrilled behind him. "I think he's been waiting long enough." Silverbolt rolled his eyes, straightened his flight path and replied, "Yes dear". He slowed, dipping beneath the clouds that whipped around them and continued on his way to Cybertropolis Falls. And there he found him waiting.
Black Arachnia climbed from Silverbolt's back, signs of frost against her eight thin legs. In a moment, she had transformed and was brushing the thin layer of ice away. "I wish you wouldn't go that high." Silverbolt too, now transformed and stretched his limbs. "Yes dear" was all he uttered. She reached for his hand, grasping it tightly. And they continued on their way to meet him.
* * *
His day's business had gone quite well he thought. It was now late and his energon bar was due to close. He liked it here. He was his own boss, did what he wanted, when he wanted and that suited him fine. He had also gotten to know quite a few of the patrons well since the reformation. So many classic heroes, he had served. So many war stories he had heard, from a time he was not familiar with. Of course, he had stories of his own but he had decided to keep those to himself a long time ago.
As he watched the last of his customers leave, he carefully closed the doors, listened to the familiar, reassuring electronic whoosh and locked them. The streets were now filling with transformers as the institutions closed in this quadrant. He smiled. He liked this life. And with that he turned away from the door.
* * *
"I was thinking you weren't going to turn up," Cheetor said, his eyes following the curves of Black Arachnia's body as she walked. It never went unnoticed to Silverbolt when the kid did that, but he had resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't any competition. And he knew Cheetor knew that. "How did it go?" Silverbolt asked. Cheetor turned his gaze away from them and concentrated it on the torrents of water that streamed down the Falls ahead of him. "They're still a little pissed," he began, "But they'll honour him."
Black Arachnia laughed, "Is that all? Primal saved them and all they can do is build him a statue?" Cheetor looked up at her, "They're confused. They think the reformation was an act of terrorism. Just be grateful that they're even doing this."
* * *
He clicked the lights off, leaving only the signs behind the bar itself: on. It bathed the establishment in very subdued hues of blue. He poured himself a drink and began to clear the bar of empty glasses. And that's when he heard it.
"Hello?" he called out. Seconds of silence followed before he added, "I'm closed. Is anyone there?" Again, nothing but silence. Could his audio receptors be deceiving him? He had worked a long shift today and his motors were tired. Something moved in the recess of the dancefloor. He was certain of it. Again, he called out: "Hello?" A moment of near silence, the only sound from came from him. Until:
"You've changed." The voice said and for a moment, he thought he had recognised it. But it couldn't be, "Megatron?" He asked. The laughter from the dancefloor echoed around the empty building and disturbed him. Was his processor playing tricks upon him? Was he seeing ghosts? The thing in the shadows began to move, it's feet scraped across the dancefloor. "I can still sense your spark Waspinator".
* * *
"Have you heard from Rattrap?" Cheetor asked. Black Arachnia moved to stand near him, Silverbolt moving close behind. "Not for a while," She said, "He spends all his time in the orchard with Botannica and Nightscream." "It worries me," Cheetor leant down upon the guard rail that ran the perimeter of Cybertropolis Falls. "Rattrap isn't one for staying silent."
* * *
Waspinator watched as the figure moved into the little light there was. It didn't look like Megatron. Not the leader he remembered. The thing before him was a pastiche, a crude resemblance of a transformer. Recognisable, yet not. "I have a new body," Waspinator said, "a new life. Waspinator is his own leader. No having to listen to you anymore. Waspinator no Predacon. He just transformer now" The transformer, this Megatron, laughed. "Own leader?" he chuckled. "How quaint." Waspinator relaxed slightly, he moved inches closer to the thing. "Get out of my bar," he said. The comment threw Megatron for a moment. Had the transformer finally stood up to him? He would have admired the act if he hadn't an agenda to complete. Megatron raised his arms and Waspinator could feel his body rise from the floor, yet he was helpless to do anything against it. He felt paralysed but his internal sensors reassured him that there was nothing wrong. Were they lying? "You will help me recruit my army" Megatron hissed, edging closer to the ex-Predacon.
YOU WILL RECRUIT OUR ARMY.
Chapter Four:
The night air that whipped around his body, swirling across his torso felt good. Felt refreshing. If he was to remain here (and that had become a certainty now) then this was the way to experience the planet. High above the forests, soaring over the skyscrapers that protruded from the treetops as if they too were growing. Yes, Silverbolt thought, this was what he missed.
"Do you mind if we just land now?" The voice shrilled behind him. "I think he's been waiting long enough." Silverbolt rolled his eyes, straightened his flight path and replied, "Yes dear". He slowed, dipping beneath the clouds that whipped around them and continued on his way to Cybertropolis Falls. And there he found him waiting.
Black Arachnia climbed from Silverbolt's back, signs of frost against her eight thin legs. In a moment, she had transformed and was brushing the thin layer of ice away. "I wish you wouldn't go that high." Silverbolt too, now transformed and stretched his limbs. "Yes dear" was all he uttered. She reached for his hand, grasping it tightly. And they continued on their way to meet him.
* * *
His day's business had gone quite well he thought. It was now late and his energon bar was due to close. He liked it here. He was his own boss, did what he wanted, when he wanted and that suited him fine. He had also gotten to know quite a few of the patrons well since the reformation. So many classic heroes, he had served. So many war stories he had heard, from a time he was not familiar with. Of course, he had stories of his own but he had decided to keep those to himself a long time ago.
As he watched the last of his customers leave, he carefully closed the doors, listened to the familiar, reassuring electronic whoosh and locked them. The streets were now filling with transformers as the institutions closed in this quadrant. He smiled. He liked this life. And with that he turned away from the door.
* * *
"I was thinking you weren't going to turn up," Cheetor said, his eyes following the curves of Black Arachnia's body as she walked. It never went unnoticed to Silverbolt when the kid did that, but he had resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't any competition. And he knew Cheetor knew that. "How did it go?" Silverbolt asked. Cheetor turned his gaze away from them and concentrated it on the torrents of water that streamed down the Falls ahead of him. "They're still a little pissed," he began, "But they'll honour him."
Black Arachnia laughed, "Is that all? Primal saved them and all they can do is build him a statue?" Cheetor looked up at her, "They're confused. They think the reformation was an act of terrorism. Just be grateful that they're even doing this."
* * *
He clicked the lights off, leaving only the signs behind the bar itself: on. It bathed the establishment in very subdued hues of blue. He poured himself a drink and began to clear the bar of empty glasses. And that's when he heard it.
"Hello?" he called out. Seconds of silence followed before he added, "I'm closed. Is anyone there?" Again, nothing but silence. Could his audio receptors be deceiving him? He had worked a long shift today and his motors were tired. Something moved in the recess of the dancefloor. He was certain of it. Again, he called out: "Hello?" A moment of near silence, the only sound from came from him. Until:
"You've changed." The voice said and for a moment, he thought he had recognised it. But it couldn't be, "Megatron?" He asked. The laughter from the dancefloor echoed around the empty building and disturbed him. Was his processor playing tricks upon him? Was he seeing ghosts? The thing in the shadows began to move, it's feet scraped across the dancefloor. "I can still sense your spark Waspinator".
* * *
"Have you heard from Rattrap?" Cheetor asked. Black Arachnia moved to stand near him, Silverbolt moving close behind. "Not for a while," She said, "He spends all his time in the orchard with Botannica and Nightscream." "It worries me," Cheetor leant down upon the guard rail that ran the perimeter of Cybertropolis Falls. "Rattrap isn't one for staying silent."
* * *
Waspinator watched as the figure moved into the little light there was. It didn't look like Megatron. Not the leader he remembered. The thing before him was a pastiche, a crude resemblance of a transformer. Recognisable, yet not. "I have a new body," Waspinator said, "a new life. Waspinator is his own leader. No having to listen to you anymore. Waspinator no Predacon. He just transformer now" The transformer, this Megatron, laughed. "Own leader?" he chuckled. "How quaint." Waspinator relaxed slightly, he moved inches closer to the thing. "Get out of my bar," he said. The comment threw Megatron for a moment. Had the transformer finally stood up to him? He would have admired the act if he hadn't an agenda to complete. Megatron raised his arms and Waspinator could feel his body rise from the floor, yet he was helpless to do anything against it. He felt paralysed but his internal sensors reassured him that there was nothing wrong. Were they lying? "You will help me recruit my army" Megatron hissed, edging closer to the ex-Predacon.
YOU WILL RECRUIT OUR ARMY.