Heeey! Look! I wrote something that isn't Armada! This little idea came after I read a couple of extremely good fics wherein the bunny-eared one is horribly beaten by his two-books-short-of-a-library commander. Forgive me if anything is horribly out-of-synch with the characters or the series (which I have never watched). Just chalk it up to the sugar. Yee gads, the sugar… Apologies to Monty Python of 'Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail', who I have now ripped off for the second time in as many fics (once again: All hail the Python!). Apologies to all those who actually know how to write a Cyclonus-fic. This is just for fun.
Bravely Bold Cyclonus
Cyclonus was not having a good day.
For one thing, they had lost yet another battle to the Autobots, and yet another supply of energon. This sort of thing was always enough to lower the blue Decepticon's spirits.
For another, he had now to give a report of the battle to Galvatron, detailing why, how, when and where the battle had been lost. Galvatron, who had only just gotten out of the repair bay, and was on the lookout for a useful target to vent his volcanic rage upon. This sort of thing was enough to make the blue Decepticon consider the relative merits of hurling himself into the void of space, until such time as a blessed meteor passed by and crushed him into a cube.
As he was walking towards his leader's quarters with a certain healthy amount of dread in his step and the chunky report under one arm, his audio receptor's pricked up at the sound of someone…singing?
Singing was not an everyday occurrence in the Decepticon base. This was not because music had been banned on Charr (At least, not yet. To date, Galvatron had banned one hundred and seven pastimes during his maniac fits, including dancing, prayer, buying, selling, storm-tag, whistling, mango-throwing, talking too loudly, talking too softly and "looking at him in a funny way"). This was for the simple reason that most Decepticons could not, with any amount of determination and effort, produce anything approximating a decent tune. This, however, was different.
"Bravely bold Cyclonus brought reports to Galvatron
He was not afraid to die, not brave Cyclonus!
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Cyclonus…"
The Vice-Commander's optics widened at this, before narrowing to crimson slits as he turned to see Scourge, leaning against a wall and smirking mightily. Cyclonus's jaw dropped of its own free will as he launched into the second verse of this charming little refrain.
"He was not the least bit scared to be blasted into scrap
Or to have his head ripped off and his armour blown up!
To have his optics gouged out and his mainframe smashed to dust,
And his wings all hacked and mangled, brave Cyclonus!"
As Scourge grinned once more and turned to the nearby Decepticons who had gathered to enjoy the show, Cyclonus stared at the back of his comrade's head with an utterly unreadable expression. Silently as a manta ray, he then glided towards his fellow Decepticon, as Scourge threw back his head and roared out his hastily-devised ditty once more.
"His shell burnt up and his thrusters maimed
And his spark torn out and his limbs sliced up
And his face punched in and his circuits fried
And his-…."
CLAAAANG
Scourge fell silent mid verse, and Hook watched in confusion as the powerful Decepticon's optics blinked once, before the powerful Decepticon himself crumpled to the floor. Behind him, Cyclonus examined the new dent in his report folder with an expression of mild distaste mingled with professional satisfaction, before tucking it back under his arm.
This done, and feeling in considerably better mood all of a sudden, the Second-In-Command of the Decepticon army turned and continued on his way, humming a familiar tune to himself.