Chapter Five:
"Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" "There's nothing wrong." "I don't believe you." "I'm not asking you to believe me. I'm telling you." Her jade sensory circuits burned into his, the signal obviously for him to drop the subject. But he couldn't, could he? Why was she distancing herself from him? What could make her reluctant to share? He sighed, knowing that this would not end well between them if they could not resolve their issues. He had done everything for her. He had changed. He had endangered his friend's lives in order to save her. And now, she couldn't even speak to him. What did that say about them? "I'm going to the orchard." Botannica told Rattrap. He sighed, not turning his gaze from the computer screen that sat before him. "You can't always hide there. Sooner or later, we'll have to talk." Botannica headed towards the door of their underground apartment and pulled it open. She turned, saw Rattrap glance in her direction. "Later." She said. By Primus, she wanted to tell him, wanted him to hold her, to tell her that everything will be okay. But what was the point, when she knew that this was the end? Of her. Of the new Cybertron.
* * *
The north sector of Cybertropolis had remained a shadowy sector even after the reformat. Few transformers ever came here, or when they did, very few left intact. But it was an area of the city that he knew well. He felt safe here and in a past incarnation, had lived here. Even now, after the reformat it felt familiar. It felt like home. The only place on this version of the world that did. Megatron could feel them being watched as they made their way through the darkened streets. Could almost sense the movement of would be attackers behind the glass facades of the technorganic buildings.
THEY WILL DO YOU NO HARM, the voice in his head told him, YOU ARE A GOD AND THEY KNOW IT.
"Are you sure he's still here?" Megatron asked, his voice carrying itself down the street. Waspinator turned to face him, "Of course" He said and marched on, Megatron following behind. "Yes but will he recognise you in your new shell?" Waspinator laughed and it threw the Predacon off. "Who do you think supplied this shell?" He laughed again, annoying Megatron. Waspinator had seemingly become stronger willed since his 'reincarnation' and it bothered him slightly. It just wasn't right. He expected complete subservience. Like in the good old days. The Beast Wars.
AND YOU SHALL HAVE IT AGAIN.
"Do you listen to all my thoughts?" He quizzed. Waspinator turned, facing him, "What?"
I AM YOU. YOU ARE I. WE ARE ONE IN THIS WORLD.
"Nothing," Megatron told him. Waspinator shrugged his shoulders. "Almost." He crossed the street, Megatron following. "I'm not sure what he will think. He not be pleased we drop in unannounced."
* * *
She sat with the trees, their technorganic branches limp and virtually lifeless. The green/blue tint of colour they usually bore had drained somewhat since the last time she had sat here. But it still remained peaceful. She could be here with nothing but her thoughts. But lately, that just wasn't that appealing.
"Care for some company?" The voice startled her and she turned to see Nightscream flying up. She smiled at him as he transformed, the blue light emanating from his body illuminated the orchard for a split second. It looked beautiful, she thought. "What are you doing here?" She asked him, though she didn't mean it to be as accusing as it had sounded. But Nightscream seemed oblivious to the fact. "What are you doing here?" He quizzed back. Botannica surrendered to releasing a small chuckle. "It's not getting any better," Nightscream told her. He brushed his hand against the leaf of a nearby tree and watched as it fell from its place. It hit the floor, breaking up as it did so. He couldn't help but feel a little cheated. They had been promised a new world. And now-
And now it sat falling apart from the inside. "I don't think it will get better." Botannica said, breaking his train of thought. He looked at her, before he lowered himself, sitting next to her. "I can feel it." She continued. "I can feel it in me. And I don't know what to do about it." Her voice trailed off. And silence fell over the two for a moment. Nightscream reached over, folded his arm over her back.
* * *
He had expected the knock on the door when it came. He had contacts throughout this street and nothing came to be here without him knowing. He knew one of the transformers that had decided to pay him a visit. Not long ago, he had provided him with a new body. All done behind closed doors, all very illegal. But the price had been right and the individual seemed happy with the results. So why was he here? And who was his companion? Someone he didn't recognise nor had any of his spies any information on him. He was a ghost. An aberrant Cybertronian.
He waited for a few moments before he eventually decided to open the door. He reached out, pulling the thing aside and the two entered. "I thought everything was good Waspinator? The body is still functioning, yes?" He watched as they entered. "Yes. Waspinator is very happy. Have new job, have new life." He could see the obvious glee upon his face, "Yes, very good." His eyes fell on the stranger with him. "And who, may I ask are you?"
The stranger stepped forward before him. Waspinator motioned his arms towards him, "Megatron," He began, "may I introduce you to Maximal Senator Bludgeon."
"Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" "There's nothing wrong." "I don't believe you." "I'm not asking you to believe me. I'm telling you." Her jade sensory circuits burned into his, the signal obviously for him to drop the subject. But he couldn't, could he? Why was she distancing herself from him? What could make her reluctant to share? He sighed, knowing that this would not end well between them if they could not resolve their issues. He had done everything for her. He had changed. He had endangered his friend's lives in order to save her. And now, she couldn't even speak to him. What did that say about them? "I'm going to the orchard." Botannica told Rattrap. He sighed, not turning his gaze from the computer screen that sat before him. "You can't always hide there. Sooner or later, we'll have to talk." Botannica headed towards the door of their underground apartment and pulled it open. She turned, saw Rattrap glance in her direction. "Later." She said. By Primus, she wanted to tell him, wanted him to hold her, to tell her that everything will be okay. But what was the point, when she knew that this was the end? Of her. Of the new Cybertron.
* * *
The north sector of Cybertropolis had remained a shadowy sector even after the reformat. Few transformers ever came here, or when they did, very few left intact. But it was an area of the city that he knew well. He felt safe here and in a past incarnation, had lived here. Even now, after the reformat it felt familiar. It felt like home. The only place on this version of the world that did. Megatron could feel them being watched as they made their way through the darkened streets. Could almost sense the movement of would be attackers behind the glass facades of the technorganic buildings.
THEY WILL DO YOU NO HARM, the voice in his head told him, YOU ARE A GOD AND THEY KNOW IT.
"Are you sure he's still here?" Megatron asked, his voice carrying itself down the street. Waspinator turned to face him, "Of course" He said and marched on, Megatron following behind. "Yes but will he recognise you in your new shell?" Waspinator laughed and it threw the Predacon off. "Who do you think supplied this shell?" He laughed again, annoying Megatron. Waspinator had seemingly become stronger willed since his 'reincarnation' and it bothered him slightly. It just wasn't right. He expected complete subservience. Like in the good old days. The Beast Wars.
AND YOU SHALL HAVE IT AGAIN.
"Do you listen to all my thoughts?" He quizzed. Waspinator turned, facing him, "What?"
I AM YOU. YOU ARE I. WE ARE ONE IN THIS WORLD.
"Nothing," Megatron told him. Waspinator shrugged his shoulders. "Almost." He crossed the street, Megatron following. "I'm not sure what he will think. He not be pleased we drop in unannounced."
* * *
She sat with the trees, their technorganic branches limp and virtually lifeless. The green/blue tint of colour they usually bore had drained somewhat since the last time she had sat here. But it still remained peaceful. She could be here with nothing but her thoughts. But lately, that just wasn't that appealing.
"Care for some company?" The voice startled her and she turned to see Nightscream flying up. She smiled at him as he transformed, the blue light emanating from his body illuminated the orchard for a split second. It looked beautiful, she thought. "What are you doing here?" She asked him, though she didn't mean it to be as accusing as it had sounded. But Nightscream seemed oblivious to the fact. "What are you doing here?" He quizzed back. Botannica surrendered to releasing a small chuckle. "It's not getting any better," Nightscream told her. He brushed his hand against the leaf of a nearby tree and watched as it fell from its place. It hit the floor, breaking up as it did so. He couldn't help but feel a little cheated. They had been promised a new world. And now-
And now it sat falling apart from the inside. "I don't think it will get better." Botannica said, breaking his train of thought. He looked at her, before he lowered himself, sitting next to her. "I can feel it." She continued. "I can feel it in me. And I don't know what to do about it." Her voice trailed off. And silence fell over the two for a moment. Nightscream reached over, folded his arm over her back.
* * *
He had expected the knock on the door when it came. He had contacts throughout this street and nothing came to be here without him knowing. He knew one of the transformers that had decided to pay him a visit. Not long ago, he had provided him with a new body. All done behind closed doors, all very illegal. But the price had been right and the individual seemed happy with the results. So why was he here? And who was his companion? Someone he didn't recognise nor had any of his spies any information on him. He was a ghost. An aberrant Cybertronian.
He waited for a few moments before he eventually decided to open the door. He reached out, pulling the thing aside and the two entered. "I thought everything was good Waspinator? The body is still functioning, yes?" He watched as they entered. "Yes. Waspinator is very happy. Have new job, have new life." He could see the obvious glee upon his face, "Yes, very good." His eyes fell on the stranger with him. "And who, may I ask are you?"
The stranger stepped forward before him. Waspinator motioned his arms towards him, "Megatron," He began, "may I introduce you to Maximal Senator Bludgeon."