Chapter 5: Decepticon
Domi walked through the forest, her frame aching from the past days. She had been walking around the forest for two days after her first encounter with the Autobots. The box in the edge of her vision pinged that she had less than 40 percent in her fuel tanks and to refuel soon. Like, what the fuck did that mean? She didn't know what a fuel tank was, was it like a car? Did she have to drink gas or oil? That sounded fucking nasty.
Why she? Why did she have to be dragged into this stupid ass fandom and get turned into a stupid ass robot?! With this stupid ass 'refueling' shit?! She didn't want this! She didn't want to be a fucking robot for the rest of her life! She wanted to human! She wanted to go home and curl up on her couch and watch reruns of Sherlock and Merlin with Corvin, or maybe watch Doctor Who or Supernatural with Vela. Oh, what she would give to just be there, singing some lame song that Corvin picked out or eat some monstrosity that Vela had tried to cook. Burnt Mac n' Cheese never sounded so good.
Domi sighed, even though she didn't want to be separated from her trine mates, she didn't want to be within a hundred mile radius of the Auto-asses. They just rubbed her in the wrong way, way too fast! And like hell she was gonna stay under the same roof as those ass-wipes.
She came to point in which she didn't want to walk anymore, so she sat at the base of a tree to rest. Granted that the tree was small compared to her now, it gave her some decent shade and a place to raise her feet. Were they even called feet now? Robot feet and robot hands with robot fingers and robot toes? She'd have to ask Corvin later, she knew all of this techy-shit that Domi had no desire to learn previously. She might as well learn now, Maybe she could finally understand what the hell Corvin was always blabbering about.
A swooshing sound not unlike the sound she had heard the Auto-asses arrive with snapped her out of her thoughts. Domi stood up from her seated position, listening intently to the area around her, she was not disappointed.
"Search the surrounding areas for the signal!" The voice was… weird. Scratchy yet smooth like a purr, the voice seemed able to hit notes that both femmes and mechs wouldn't be able to. It was also full of smug pride, the owner of the voice knew he had power and wasn't afraid to throw it around, or shove it in your face.
Domi knew that they had to be Decepticons, none of the Autobots could sound like that, and besides, she already met the Autobots. She strode over the terrain towards the loud, obnoxious voice. It didn't take long to find a clearing, said clearing holding the owner of the voice and several identical looking bots.
The owner of the voice was a seeker like Corvin, he (she? The bot looked like a chick with those heels) was thin and spindly with long legs that tampered off into a pair of Cha-Cha heels. His face was long and triangular, as was his chest, and his pelvis. Basically he was a pile of triangles dangerously held together by some wires and struts with wings welded on the back. Domi was not impressed.
The group of robots saw her approaching them and their hands turned into what she was sure were guns. Cool, could she do that? Whenever someone pissed her off she could just make her hand turn into a gun and BOOM! Bye-bye dick-wad! Domi grinned at the thought.
The mechs finally got a good look at her, and noticed that she in-fact was a 'her'. Their gun-hand lowered on the heel-wearer's command. She stopped a good distance away from the group as the bots before her looked her up and down.
'Sorry ass-wipes, I don't swing that way.' She thought to herself, like hell she was ever going to hook up with some fucking stupid-ass transformer from this horrible fandom!
"Are you the Decepticons?" She asked towards the hell-wearer. He puffed up his chest.
"That we are… femme." He purred out the last word as he looked at Domi's black and green frame with… Eww. Domi was 100 percent certain that she would have hurled in anything was in her robotic-stomach. "Now…" the mech approached her, "why would you be on earth? Hmmm?" Huh, she was as tall as him.
"I want to join the Decepticons." She spoke flatly, giving the mech an unimpressed look as he flicked his wings around. She didn't even know what that meant; the whole wing movements were just giving her a headache instead of being seductive or whatever the heck he was trying to make them be. The heel-wearing pile of triangles looked surprised at her statement, his surprised look turned into a devious look of triumph.
"Is that so? Tell me femme, why would a bot such as you wish to join the Decepticons? "
"Well the Autobots dicks were just too damned small." She spoke so casually that it made her statement seem true, if only what she had said actually made sense. The pile of triangles looked like he'd had all intelligent thought knocked out of his head. He gave her a strange look and her face morphed into a grin.
"I think you'll fit in just fine among our ranks."
That was easier than she thought.
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Domi was taken aboard the Nemesis, which is the Decepticon's ship/ base. The halls were dark and gloomy, as were the troops. Domi felt slightly out of place and forced herself to look strong and confident, but inside she was nervous and cautious. Corvin and Vela were usually by her side whenever something happened and that eased her, but now they were with the Autobots and she was with the Decepticons. She sent a pulse over her bonds and received one from Vela but not from Corvin. Confused she poked at Corvin's side a bit more, it was then that she discovered that Corvin was out cold, snoozing away. She snorted and rolled her optics.
She was brought to a large room, and standing at the front was the heel-wearing pile of triangles: Starscream. He stood there, holding a metal rod that was flat on the opposite end than he was holding, the flat part glowed a heated orange. He turned towards the femme flyer.
"Do you, Domi." She grinned, her name was not that evil sounding, and sounded rather ridiculous coming from the seeker in such a serious way. "Swear to uphold the Decepticon faction, swear to fallow our ways and traditions and fight for our cause? Do you swear to fallow the Decepticons until death? To fight for your brothers and sisters in arms and defeat all oppressors?"
"I swear," As long as she got to kick and stab the Autobots she'd would. Starscream pulled over the rod, revealing that the end held the Decepticon symbol.
"Do you swear to wear the symbol of the Decepticon's with pride?"
"I swear." Without another word Starscream pushed the blazing hot brander to the center of her chassis. Domi hissed and pulled back from the painful burning. She looked down at the center of her chassis, spotting the purple mark shining proudly on her armor. She was a Decepticon now.
"Rise, Domi the Decepticon! And join your brethren!" she rose from her kneeling position as the large room erupted in applause. She turned around and faced the crowd of Decepticons. Her chest puffed out as they clapped for her.
And the green in her optics slowly melted away, replaced with a deep ruby red of her faction.
AN: Domi is now a Decepticon! This was a rather short chapter :/ yeah I know. Short but important to… everything. Domi being a Decepticon will add to the plot quite a bit later on in the story and stuff.
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Till all are one!~
*Rides Grimlock into the sunset*
