A/N: Sorry this took so long :P
NordicAutobotGirl: I see what you mean. :) Thanks!
Swirlspot: Yas... he's fat... Lol, it seems every parent has problems with the whole 'blue alien people' thing XD And the new guy is revealed in this chapter, but I kinda thought I made it obvious who it was last chapter.. :) Eh.
The sun fell slowly, bathing the desert in darkness. I sat silently and watched... no, waited. Waited for any sign of my sister.
She had finally said she had made her decision regarding the throne... I was happy, of course. But there was one feeling deep inside. It was small, hidden away. It whispered, Don't let her take your throne away. Keep it. Tell her you want it.
I tried to ignore it.
Metallic wingbeats reached my audios, and I stood. Waiting. She landed, approaching slowly. "Starshine," She began, orange optics darting around. "I have decided... I will accept the throne."
A large string of slightly-glowing pearls were draped over my helm, wound around my horns, and settled around my neck. It looked complicated, and it made me uneasy. Feiach, I chided myself, It's not that bad. No need to be scared of a mere string of pearls.
But I didn't like how it seemed to make things official. That I was finally becoming queen of the Draconians. Predaking stood silently beside me, offering his quiet support. He had been adorned as well, with large, heavy-looking obsidian chunks.
It fit his look.
Sensing my unrest, he stepped forward, nuzzling me and murmuring softly. "It will be fine. There is nothing to worry about."
But there is. I thought. Delaying my answer like I did, running away from my sister... it made me look weak. The Draconians might not accept me as fully as they had Starshine.
I sighed, nodding my helm to Starshine to show I was ready. She led the way onto the small platform that had been made quickly. It creaked under the weight of three large Predacons, but held, thankfully.
Optimus Prime and his team stood near the front, silently encouraging me as well. "We gather here today to welcome our new queen to her throne! Darkflame Shadowglow Servia!"
At Starshine's words, the Predacons cheered, fire plumes rising into the air. Prime's team clapped and cheered as well. Picking up the ornamental crown that represented the throne, Starshine placed it upon my helm, signifying she was giving the throne to me.
More cheering. I swallowed my nervousness and bowed deeply, waving my tail to silence the noise. "Thank you for the support. I will strive to be a better queen then I was warrior." I bowed my helm.
There were more cheers, but not as loud as before.
"How do we know that you will lead us into battle, instead of running away like you did when confronted with a mere decision?" A voice cried from the crowd. Several helms turned to catch the source, but he was hidden deep within the crowd. Murmurs, some agreeing, swept through the gathered Predacons.
My armor bristled, and I leaped down from the platform and stalked forward, raising my voice to be better heard. "That was then, this is now. I shall no longer make such mistakes."
"How do we know that? Can we trust you to have our backs in battle? If our lives, our cities, our PLANET depends on you, I want to know; Can I trust you?"
There you are. I couldn't deny that the spoken words had left me shaken, but I stopped in front of the speaker. "I know why you speak what you do. And I swear upon my spark that I will lead this army to battle, to never turn my back upon it, to free the cities from the grasp of the opressors."
"Words are all good and well, but it's in the heat of battle that I worry of." The small mech said haughtily, chassis puffed in bravado.
I snarled. "You continue to question your queen after she has sworn upon her spark?" Now. While you have their attention. Show them you mean business. I swung my ped, catching the smaller mech off-guard. He tumbled, and I leaped upon him, holding him down.
"Respect your queen and her promises, for she intends to keep them!" I stepped back, letting the mech disappear into the crowd.
New respect shone in the optics of my subjects as I stalked back to the platform, to Starshine. Despite my outward actions and appearances, inside, I was scared. Scared that I would fail this army, my people.
A day earlier~
"Soulless enemy?" Starshine said, scrunitizing the silver mech carefully. The power, hidden by a casual stance, still shone from his red optics, and Starshine's spark sang, Danger, danger, danger.
Acknowledging Starshine's reply with a nod, the mech continued. "Indeed. They have torn apart our fair cities upon Cybertron, and decimated the land until it was no longer inhabitable. Sparklings, femmes, innocents fell at their servos. Though their numbers are few and spread far apart, they are powerful opponents."
Cocking her helm, Starshine studied the mech's optics. They held many promises, none good. She caught the impression of spilt Energon, crying sparklings, weeping carriers.
Armor bristling, Starshine stood, taller then the mech by several lengths. "Why would I listen?" She said, letting her anger spill out of her optics. The mech straighted, not put off at her wrath.
"They will destroy this planet as well, and continue to the next if they are not stopped." The mech said, dropping the feral grin. Sincerely, he stepped forward, as if to make a plea, but Starshine's guards leaped from the shadows, hissing loudly, knocking the silver mech backwards.
He tumbled to a heap, quickly standing. Rage burned brightly from his optics, and his frame was no longer casual. It was stiff, ready to fight; to kill. Starshine stepped forward, guards half a step behind her.
"I know who you speak of. They nice; not soulless as you say. You, I dare say, are the ones you speak of; I shall not tolerate your presence any longer in my sight or camp; leave at once, or guards shall attack!" Starshine swished her tail angrily, advancing on the mech until she was right in front of him.
He snarled. "Alright, if you so wish; but it's not wise to create powerful enemies such as I, Megatron, leader of Decepticons!"
Starshine roared at her guards to attack, and they leaped forward, flames leaking from their gaping maws. Megatron transformed into a large jet, zipping nimbly past the larger guards and escaping. His drones flew after him, trailing exhaust.
"You, and you," Starshine said, pointing at guards with her tail. "Take three more soldiers each and track the Decepticon leader Megatron and his drones to their airship. Stay hidden. Once it's found, one group reports back to me, and the other stays on it's tail, reporting once a sun cycle."
The soldiers nodded, raising their wings and flying swiftly after the Decepticons.
Softly, Starshine sent a prayer to Xineohp for protection for her soldiers and the Autobots. After all, Megatron doesn't seem like a mech that gives up easily...
Megatron farely seethed as he banked left, watching as the hind end of a following Predacon dove into the woods below. As if they think they're stealthy!
He swerved upwards, the drones' engines whined as they attempted to keep up with his fast pace. No doubt the Autobots had managed to worm their way into the Predacon's army before I managed to discover them; or, perhaps the Predacons in the Autobots team allied the two groups?
The warlord spun upwards in frustration, ignoring the struggling drones as they fell behind one-by-one. Disappearing into the clouds, the Decepticon leader quickly lost the following Predacons.
He slowed slightly as his sensors pinged. Before he could accelarate and face the bot approaching, something heavy slammed down onto him from above.
Megatron's frame groaned as sharp metallic claws bit into him. He snarled, unable to transform in the claws, and unable to escape in jet form.
They hit the ground hard, dirt exploding up around their frames. The attacker was first to recover, staggering to its peds and roaring hoarsely. Megatron roared in reply as well, on his peds in a instant.
Ignoring the glitches from the crash, Megatron raised his arm cannon, firing off several blasts at the metallic beast.
Several shots hit the thick armor, denting it slightly and leaving scorch marks. The heat seeped through the armor, and the beast roared in pain and anger.
"Come on!" Megatron hissed, settling into a fighting stance. He quickly scanned the beast's frame; A sharp beak, easy for shredding and tearing; claws, four on each ped; a short tail that had spikes at the end; short but powerful wings.
The Predacon hissed, electricity sparking in it's golden maw. Megatron leaped forward, arm cannon blasting. The beast leaped to the side, electricity striking out towards Megatron. He spun to the side, feeling the heat as the bolt passed by.
The Predacon shot several blasts in thick succesion, clipping the warlord's ped as he spun away from the blast and jumped toward the beast. He roared, smacking into the beast and stabbing at it repeatedly with his transformed servo.
He struck it several times, and it screeched, its tail whipping around and striking him. Electricity arched from the tail spikes and zapped Megatron, who arched in silent pain. Shoving himself away from the deadly energy, the beast snatched at his arms with its jaws.
Catching Megatron's arm cannon in his mouth, the beast tore it off with a muffled growl. Snarling in reply, Megatron used the moment to sink his blade in between the beast's optics.
Pulling his blue-drenched blade from the Predacon's helm, Megatron grinned grimly, stabbing his blade into the grass to clean it before transforming it back to his servo.
Examing his ruined arm cannon for a moment before flying away, Megatron paused when he heard the trees around him rustling.
From the undergrowth stepped many more Predacons, many looking a lot like the first Predacon Megatron had slain.
One, larger then the rest, and covered in scars, transformed, eyeing Megatron's frame with a critical optic. "For Decepticon leader, you struck many times by Deathstrike."
At this, several of the other Predacons laughed. Narrowing his optics, Megatron straightened. "And who might you be?"
"I be Mighty Step, leader of Avians, against the Draconian army." Puffing his chassis out, the large Predacon stalked around Megatron. "I watch Decepticons much, you fight against the ones led by a Prime?"
Slightly surprised that the Avian knew of Optimus, Megatron asked, "So you are battling against the Draconians?"
"Yes! They are weak; they don't deserve rule over the cities!"
"Hmmm..." Megatron narrowed his optics. "How would you like to ally with the Decepticons against a common foe?..."
A/N: Oh... writer's block this chapter... ugh!
Alright, I got it finished, though! Whoo! Hope you enjoy; please follow, favorite, and leave a review!
May StarClan light your path!