Scavenger
June 12, 1987
Oh my, you won't believe it! Aviator's incredible! Not only did he stand up to Motormaster and defend me in battle, but he actually won it too. It was absolutely amazing and a little scary.……………………………………………..
Scavenger walked into the armory for non-projectile weapons where Aviator was practicing fighting techniques with a katana. Though perfectly willing to use laser rifles, missile launchers, and photon charges, Aviator seemed to like this style of fighting as a specialty. Ever since he read about Megatron, Starscream and Motormaster using swords when all else failed, Longhaul and Bonecrusher had downloaded, swordplay, fencing and kendo at Aviator's request.
"Well, well what do we have here?" Aviator and Scavenger's attention snapped to the other end of the room where Motormaster and the other Stunticons entered.
"That must be the Constructicon/Seeker hybrid Astrotrain's been talkin' about." The Stunticon named Dead End spoke.
"Aviator." the young Constructicon stepped forward and bowed politely to the other gestalt team. "My name is Aviator."
"Your name will be whatever we decide to call ya!" Motormaster leveled his sword at Constructicon Seeker's throat.
Scavenger felt a surge of anger rise up in his core, which was odd, he usually only felt fear when around the Stunticons, particularly when he was basically by himself. However now all he could feel was anger, anger at Motormaster for being so rude when Aviator was only being polite. Sure there was some fear too, but it was more for what Motormaster might do to Aviator than to himself.
But then Scavenger was shocked to see Aviator did not even flinch when Motormaster's sword came within inches of his jugular cords. Though the Stunticon leader wasn't much taller than Aviator, but he was a lot bigger.
"This is a medieval broadsword isn't it?" Aviator asked as he gently raised his hand and moved the tip of the sword away from his throat, careful not to get his hand sliced in the process.
Motormaster's optic twitched slightly at being asked a question about weaponry he didn't know.
"You should watch your insolent tongue before you get it cut out." Motormaster snapped and turned on his heel to leave. "You are as foolish as your creators are."
"Do not speak of the Constructicons that way! You destroy, yet you don't even know the make of the weapons you used." Aviator shouted angrily to Motormaster's back.
Motormaster spun, his face contorted with rage as he raised his sword up. " YOU INSOLENT LITTLE BRAT!"
Scavenger felt his fuel pump stop.
The sword came crashing down, but it only hit the metal floor of the room.
Aviator had leapt out of the way and landed a few feet from his attacker.
"If you want to fight me! Then fight me!" Aviator held out the katana in front of him.
"Then prepare for a premature death!" Motormaster shouted as he charged toward the young Constructicon.
At the last minute Aviator jumped up and flipped over Motormaster's head. He pushed of the ground as he landed and flew right back towards Motormaster. The Stunticon whirled around just in time to block the young seeker's attack. Using pure brute force Motormaster pushed forward, forcing Aviator to jump back.
Scavenger felt his fuel pump race with both excitement and dread. How long could Aviator hold out? Would his speed be enough to keep him alive or would Motormaster's experience get him in the end? Scavenger hoped Aviator would hold out, he didn't want to see their creation turned to dust so soon after his awakening.
Scavenger's worst fears were realized when he saw Motormaster swing his arm around and hit Aviator square in the chest, knocking the sword from his hand and slamming him into a corner of the room. Aviator was trapped, with nowhere to fly, jump or run.
"Too bad. It might have been interesting to see you and that Starscream go at it, but I guess we'll never know." Motormaster growled, raising his sword for the killing blow. With nowhere to run, Aviator braced for the attack.
"NOOOOO!"
Motormaster stopped in mid swing when he heard Scavenger call out. The Constructicon miner ran and stood in between Aviator and Motormaster.
"Please Motormaster! I beg you, he's just a child! He doesn't understand what he's----------AHHHH!"
Scavenger's plea was cut off by the back of Motormaster's fist slamming into the side of his face. Aviator's optic band widened and his jaw dropped as he watched poor Scavenger hit the floor hard.
"Poor Scrounge, you should have taught him about me, shouldn't you? It's your loss." Motormaster growled, raising the sword again.
Aviator turned back to look at Motormaster. His optics were not wide with shock like they had been only moments ago, but were glowing with hate.
Motormaster swung the sword down. Aviator rose to meet him. This time it was Motormaster's optics that grew wide.
Aviator's fingers bled profusely as he gripped the blade, stopping it from slashing through his head. If he felt any pain, he didn't show it. In fact he looked as if he didn't feel anything at all.
Then Scavenger watched in amazement, when in a burst of speed Aviator pushed off the ground and flying kicked Motormaster square in the jaw. The Stunticon leader staggered backwards letting go of the sword, obviously caught off guard by the unexpected strength from the seeker hybrid. Aviator flipped the sword around so now he was gripping it by the hilt, and without a moment's hesitation launched himself toward his opponent.
'Sweet Primus he's fast!' Had Scavenger had a mouth he would be gapping at the lightening fast speed of his seventh.
"How dare you attack Scavenger!" Aviator screamed, slamming the sword into Motormaster's right shoulder.
"The Constructicons' enemies are mine!" Aviator slammed the sword into the Stunticon's left shoulder.
"I will slay all of my enemies!" Aviator screamed at the top of his air intake valves. He shoved the sword straight through Motormaster's abdomen.
Motormaster let out a scream of pain garbled by the energon coming up through his throat. Aviator pulled the sword from the Stunticon's body and the great Motormaster fell.
Scavenger's fuel pump raced from fear. The look in Aviator's optics was that of pure, unadulterated hatred. He'd only seen that look very few times, but of all of the looks he had seen it, this had to be the most frightening. To see this look on the usually sweet, innocent face of Aviator was truly energon curdling.
"Av…..Aviator?" Scavenger's voice quavered in fear. The Constructicon jet's head turned to face him, for a moment that terrible hatred was bearing down on him, then as quickly as it had come it melted away.
"Scavenger!" Aviator ran to his side, his optics filled with concern, as he helped his fellow Constructicon to his feet, leaving streaks of energon from his still leaking hands.
"Well I guess we gotta get the old guy to Medbay." Dead End sighed.
"Do we have ta'?" Wildrider whined.
"I say we just let 'im leak to death." Drag Strip spat.
"I don't think Megatron would be very happy if his most powerful gestalt was down at this crucial time." Breakdown stated. "Now I don't know about you guys, but I don't feel like being suicidal today."
"He's got a point."
"Damn!"
"Oh well, I've got nothing else better to do."
"Look at it this way, he can hold the fact that he got beaten by a Constructicon kid against him forever."
"Hey, I like that point better."
"Yeah."
"I suppose that reason is a little bit better."
The reluctant Stunticons walked over, picked up their leader and walked into the hallway that led to Medbay, in which Scavenger and Aviator were making their way down.
"Hey kid, thanks for givin' us something to rag on our leader about." Breakdown called after Aviator, " and good luck against Starscream, we hate him too."
"Oh, uh thank you!" Aviator smiled a little surprised they were thanking him for almost killing their leader, but accepted the compliment nonetheless.
Aviator and Scavenger continued their walk down the hallway, with only the clank of the Stunticons' steps and their own disrupting the silence.
Scavenger finally found his voice after a while, though it was slightly muffled due to the fact the left side of his face had a big dent in it. "Aviator, how…..how did you do that?"
"Do what?" Aviator tilted his head.
"Defeat Motormaster, how did you have the strength? You were so brave."
"Well, to tell you the truth, it was all kind of a blur. I remember, seeing you get hit, then this anger rising up in my core, catching the sword in my hands, believe me I don't know how I was able to stand that. Then the next thing I knew, I heard your voice calling my name, and I was standing over Motormaster. It was like a dream."
"A dream?" Scavenger was shocked, Aviator had single handedly taken down Motormaster only using his subconscious mind. Incredible.
"Come to think of it, it was the same way when I took out Powerglide."
"It was?"
"Yes, Powerglide had just hit me in the wing and I had very few options of getting out intact. I transformed, and I wasn't sure what to do, then I thought about what might happen if I failed. Powerglide might go after Longhaul, and with all of those energon cubes in back, one hit and Longhaul would be doomed. I thought about that, then I felt that same anger rise, and Bang! I was off. Again it was like a blurry dream. The next thing I knew, I was standing over the battered up Powerglide and Longhaul was calling to me to pull out."
"Do you regret what you did to Powerglide?"
"No, he might have hurt Longhaul, I would not let that happen, just as I would not let Motormaster continue to hurt you." Aviator's optics were serious, almost cold when he spoke of Motormaster and Powerglide.
Scavenger felt himself shrink slightly under Aviator's harsh gaze.
"I will always give everything to protect my fellow Constructicons." Aviator's expression softened, then smiled and Scavenger relaxed.
"That's it! That's your function!" Scavenger suddenly called out, startling Aviator and the Stunticons behind them.
"What?" Aviator asked slightly confused.
"I can see it now! Name: Aviator, Function: Protector of the Constructicons!" Scavenger announced.
"Protector of the Constructicons." Aviator said his voice barely above a whisper. "I love it!"
If Scavenger had a mouth he would have smiled.
…………………………Yes I thought that up all by myself, and it's true, is it not? I mean, he protected me and Longhaul. He's so noble and brave, all except for when he got that scary look of hate on his face, but then again it wasn't directed toward me.
Still……
Oh well doesn't matter, he was protecting us nonetheless.
Now that he has a function, and two fights to speak of, I think he's ready to be presented to Lord Megatron. Oh Primus this is so exciting! I must go talk to Scrapper about this!
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Well there you have it folks another chapter for "Aviator."
First, my dear members of the audience, I would just like to say……
I NEED YOUR HELP!!
As you can see I already have chapters telling the experiences of Longhaul and Scavenger with Aviator, and I have chapters planned out for Scrapper, Hook and Mixmaster, but I can't think of anything for Bonecrusher. I'll keep thinking, but your help will be very much appreciated, in fact whoever's idea I choose may make an art request of me (if they wish, I'm a pretty good artist), and I'll give you credit for the idea of course. You may either e-mail me or write it in the review.
Till next time.
-Vega Sailor