Motormaster
June 17, 1987
"Stupid! Damned! Slag sucking! Little wretch!" Motormaster slammed his sword into the wall of the non-projectile armory. Fortunately the room was deep inside the Decepticon base, so there was no chance of him puncturing the hull and causing a flood.
Oh how he hated that child. Nothing would have made him happier than to watch the Constructicon jet's cranial circuits spill out when bringing his sword down upon the child's head, or better yet, to slowly crush the brat's body between his fingers.
Motormaster growled when the sound of an opening door interrupted his pleasant thoughts of death.
"What do you want?!" Motormaster whirled on the intruder, and saw that it was none other than the Air Commander, Starscream.
"Nothing, yet." Starscream casually walked over to racks of swords, maces, axes, spears and other various non-projectile weapons.
"Are you challenging me?" Motormaster inquired slyly.
"No." Starscream answered while eying a nice energon saber.
"So....?"
"Actually come to think of it I did want to ask you something." Starscream pulled the saber out.
"What is it? Be quick, I got better things to do than talk to you." Motormaster spat.
"How exactly did Aviator beat you?" Starscream was examining the saber.
Motormaster's rage flared, it was blinding, now not only did he want to crush Aviator he wanted to add Starscream as well. However, at that moment he would settle for ramming his sword through the pretended Air Commander's head. In fact he was going to do it right now.
Motormaster charged at full speed, mighty energon broadsword out in front.
So close, just few more inches.
The sword never hit its intended target. Instead the blade hit the blank space in the wall, from where Starscream had taken the saber. The Stunticon leader felt the sudden weight of Starscream standing on his shoulders, and a split microsecond later he saw the glowing tip of the saber right between his optics, resting gently against his forehead. However, all it needed was one more push to send it through his cranium. The "box" surrounding Motormaster's head made it difficult to glare up at his opponent, but it was nice for Starscream to lean on to keep the saber's position steady.
"Don't even dare try anything, my reflexes are faster than yours and you know it. Apparently that's what Aviator used against you too." Starscream hissed.
"At first he did, but I caught him. Then that quivering fool, Scavenger, got in the way. I took care of him." Motormaster snarled both at the memory of Scavenger and the fact that Starscream had him at bay in five seconds flat.
"Then, that little freak's strength came out of no where, he turned my own sword against me!" Motormaster was practically shouting at the top of his air intake valves.
"Little Aviator managed to wield that monstrosity of a sword?!" Starscream was genuinely surprised.
"That monstrosity, as you call it, is meant to kill with one blow. The only reason I survived the blows from that wretch, is because of my strength. It isn't possible that runt could wield it!"
In all his disbelieving rage Motormaster did not notice when Starscream removed the saber from its threatening place and landed softly on the ground just behind the Stunticon leader.
"You say this happened after you "took care" of Scavenger. What did you do to that quivering Constructicon?" Starscream spoke in all seriousness to Motormaster's back.
"I gave him a good whack in the head! What does that have to do with anything?!" Motormaster turned on Starscream.
"It has everything to do with it you fool! Hitting Scavenger must have triggered something inside him. I guess it's what the humans would call an adrenaline rush, apparently that's gave him the strength he needed." Starscream snapped. "I shall have to remember that, I wonder how long he can keep it up."
Motormaster huffed and turned his back on Starscream again.
"Either way, how would you like another shot at the little monster you hate so much?" Starscream almost purred out the question, he was going for the hook, line and sinker.
"What?!" Motormaster turned on Starscream again.
"Listen, here's a little tidbit that might interest you." Starscream walked over to the armory door and pointed out. "After sparring Aviator will becoming down this hallway to get back to Med bay, for this is the fastest route and he wants to get back to his precious Constructicons."
Motormaster smirked, becoming very interested in what Starscream has to say.
"Now continuing down this hallway, you'll soon come upon an elevator, which when stopped, is a nice small space to trap someone in and you won't be disturbed."
Motormaster's smirk grew into a sadistic sneer.
"Just thought you'd like know." A calm, confident smile crossed Starscream's face, and without another word the Air Commander exited the room.
"Wait!" Motormaster ran to the door and called down the hallway to the red seeker. "And what's the catch, what do you want?"
"Bring me his broken wings and I shall be very happy." Starscream continued down the hallway, and got in the elevator without looking back........
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Motormaster's fuel pump raced with pleasurable anticipation, waiting for that wretch to appear. Then he heard footsteps and a voice coming down the hallway.
"Ow. Pain, much." Aviator let out a slight whimper. "I guess the guys decided it was 'let's pick on Aviator day'"
It took all Motormaster's control to keep from charging the boy right then. 'How could that little weakling possibly defeat me?! How!?'
Then there he was. Aviator passed by the armory doorway unaware of Motormaster waiting behind it.
The Stunticon leader tried to slip out quietly behind Aviator, but his build was not meant for quiet. Aviator turned around upon hearing the clunky steps behind him.
Too late.
Motormaster felt the inordinate pleasure of smashing the brat he loathed into the wall. He had the wretch by the throat, feeling the metal buckle under his grip, hearing the strangled cries of his victim. Oh it was wonderful. Aviator feebly tried to pry open Motormaster's titanium grip.
"You're coming with me." Motormaster sneered into Aviator face. His pleasure grew more when he saw the fear in the youth's visor. He let go of Aviator's throat, grabbed him by one of his wrists and dragged the poor seeker farther down the hallway.
Aviator hit the back wall of the elevator with a satisfying slam, the force was so great his left wing broke on impact. The door shut behind Motormaster and he pressed the stop button. Perfect. Now it was just him and the wretch. No one to interfere.
"Motormaster have you gone mad?!" Aviator croaked out. "A fight here!? Now?! I'm low on energon and my photon charges are empty! I'm unarmed!"
"Do you think I care about that?!" Motormaster smiled with evil glee as he saw the brat's optic visor widen in shock. "Besides I don't intend to use a weapon on you, it will be much more fun to tear you apart with my bare hands."
Aviator apparently didn't want to get torn up, for using the last of his energy and landed a direct hit upper cut to Motormaster's jaw. The Stunticon leader's head was raised slightly with Aviator's fist under it, but that seemed to be the only indication the blow did anything.
"Hm. Not bad." Motormaster sneered. "For a weakling wretch!"
With that Motormaster backhanded the young jet into the elevator's right wall. Then grabbed Aviator again by the throat, and smashed him into the left wall, breaking the seeker's right wing, and intake cowling as well as adding more dents and cracks. Motormaster in the meantime was laughing like a child with a new toy.
He finally slammed Aviator against the door, then with one hand he lifted the young jet off his feet and held him there by the throat. He lifted his other hand.
"Now to rip out your lasercore and crush it in front of your dying optics, I will like that very much." Motormaster's glee was at its peek.
Aviator's doom was sealed.
It was then the seal was broken with the sudden lurch of the elevator moving up. Impossible! He had deactivated it. Suddenly the elevator stopped and the door opened to reveal the Decepticon docking bay, where the Constructicons were prepping Astrotrain to make another trip to Cybertron.
Motormaster saw everyone's heads swivel to look at him. He was still holding up a very battered Aviator by the neck.
"Let 'im go slag sucker!" Longhaul shouted racing to the elevator followed by Bonecrusher.
The trucker and the demolitionist tackled the mighty Stunticon, forcing him to drop the victimized seeker.
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"I can't believe it! I practically gift wrapped Aviator for you and you still could not dispose of him!" Starscream spat, as he watched Motormaster hack up a metal training pole across the armory room.
"I had him! I had him! Damned elevator!" Motormaster chopped off another huge chunk.
"What does the elevator have to do with it?!" The Air Commander shrieked
"It moved! I deactivated it, but it moved!"
"It moved?!"
"That's what I said! Are you deaf, as well as---" Motormaster turned around, but Starscream was gone.
Motormaster growled and sliced the pole in two. Hacking something apart made him feel slightly better, but he was still seething. The Constructicons had officially banned him from the med bay, saying 'if this is how you treat us then hit the bricks and don't come back!'
"Insolent slagrakers!" Motormaster looked down at the split pole. " One day Aviator, that will be you!"
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Motormaster is a jerk isn't he? First making fun of Mixmaster, hitting Scavenger, and brutalizing Aviator. No wonder the Constructicons banned him.
Poor Aviator! I'm so mean to him. Ha! If you think that was bad just wait for what's in store.
But here's the question that's going to boggle your mind a little, who restarted the elevator that took them to the cargo bay so Aviator could be saved?
Read and find out!
Till Next Time
-Vega Sailor