ATTENTION! I am contemplating starting a fic based on A Midsummer's Night Dream by Shakespeare, but really haven't decided if I'm going to our not. I have set up a poll on my profile so please go and vote!
Soooo, I know that it took me forever to post this, I really lost my mojo, which is really depressing. Not sure how good or bad this chapter is going to be…. AND I was also waiting for 3 reviews on this chapter and I have 5 now! So I'm happy Thank you to SlipknotGidorah, Phaedra39, PJackson1234, AlexisOptimus and Wolf Prime for reviewing chapter 2!
AND I've decided that I am going to TRY to make my chapters a lot longer. I'm not sure how it's gonna go yet, but I guess we'll see in the next few chapters!
I've also decided to always do my chapters on Word Doc before posting them, I don't want my readers to read spelling mistakes (and by the way I am very thankful for everyone who has read it )
Sooooooo the moment you've all been (hopefully) waiting for! CHAPTER 3!
P.S I know that Optimus seems a little OC-ish, but remember he's still really young and hasn't been Prime for very long. He's yet to grow and mature more.
P.P.S I tried to do Jazz's accent but it really didn't work out that well and I didn't want to butcher it so I didn't do it.
P.P.P.S I really don't know if Inferno's a femme or a mech in real life, but it mine she's a femme.
CHAPTER 3!
Optimus
"Yo OP, you have a sec?" I turned my head to see my friend Jazz walking towards me. I took a drink of my energon as he sat down in the seat next to me. He grabbed a cube from a passing drone and took a drink of it. For once, I actually had enough time to come to the rec-room. Normally I was just cooped up in my office, reading or filling out data-pads. Lately had been extremely hectic. The decepticons may have been close to non-existent lately, but that didn't mean that they weren't still out there. After their defeat when Ultra Magnus was still the leader, they almost vanished into thin air. It kept me worrying that they were planning something big. It didn't help that a few rebellions had started up since I became the new Magnus. I also had the new recruits to worry about. There were only ten of them and I was starting to worry about the number of new 'bots in the Academy. Plus, I had to be there for the new class's graduation. It was insane to think that I had been in the class before them, so there probably wasn't that much of an age difference.
"Actually I have two seconds. What's up?"
He mock-smiled at me and set the cube on the table we were sitting at, "Oh ha-ha very funny. I almost forgot to laugh," he snorted. Leaning his head back and laughing, he almost choked on his energon. I almost got up to help him, but then remembered that this was Jazz… he can get through anything, including choking on energon… or so I thought. He whacked his head on the table trying to cough it up and repeatedly hacked until all of it had been expelled onto the floor. I just stared at him, becoming aware on how stupid he just looked.
"… Nice job."
He slowly lifted himself off the floor, rubbing the spot on his helm that the table had left a dent in, wiping the excess energon off of his face-plates. "Well thanks; I worked really hard to perfect that." He sat back down, slouching a little bit when he realized that almost the entire room was staring straight at him, a few of them laughing or smiling at him. "Anyways, I need your opinion on something," he leaned back on his chair again, this time balancing on the two back legs.
"Shoot," I mumbled, taking another swig of my cube. I shuffled in my chair, trying to get comfortable. When that didn't work, I decided that I was going to make sure that they installed some cushions into these seats.
"What's your opinion about the- whoa!" he exclaimed, losing the balance on his chair and slamming down on the ground. He landed face first on the hard floor with his back and legs bent almost over his head. He groaned and just lay there, rubbing the back of his helm. I glanced down at him, waiting for him to get up. That may seem mean but I would have helped him up, if it wasn't for his own stupidity.
"Well, I congratulate you, Jazz. You have just made it to the top of my 'Stupidest thing I've seen all day' list. You should be proud," Jazz grumbled, annoyed, and swiftly got up to his feet, grudgingly scooping down to pick up his chair. He set it down and plopped into it, ignoring the stares and the quiet snickers from the few mechs that saw.
"Anyways," he emphasized, shifting in his seat, "What I was gonna ask ya was your opinion on the Cyber-Ninja Program," he leaned back on his chair, obviously learning nothing from the past events. He took a swig of his energon, waiting for my reply. I put my cube down at his words. Why would he want to know my opinion about it? Wasn't he in it?
"Well," I started, sill a little confused at his question, "I'm not sure really, all I know about it is that you were in it. I don't really have anything against it though. Why?" I asked, finishing the rest of my cube. I threw it in the waste-bin a couple meters away from our table along with his and relaxed back into my chair. I was tempted to rest my feet on the table but decided not to when I looked around and saw a large number of other mechs and femmes in the room.
"Well, as you know, we're running a little low on recruits," I nodded, "Well, I was thinking about starting a program for the graduated 'bots from the Cyber-Ninja program and accepting them into our army. I know it sounds far fetched, but I'm sure that they'd be perfect for special-ops and that kind of stuff."
I contemplated his idea, testing the pros and cons. A good thing that could come out of this was erasing the need for extra training. We never exactly had a program for special-ops, so if that's what a 'bot was needed for, we had to create unique training sessions for them. I had plans to do something about it, but I never really had to time to set them in motion. On the other hand, I really didn't know anything about Yoketron and if I could ever trust him. I'm sure that his program is fine, but I would want to meet with him first to discuss it with him.
"I don't know Jazz. I like the idea, but I think I would need to have a little chat with Yoketron first. But may I ask, was there a certain reason that you decided to ask me that?" I asked him, crossing my arms across my chest. Realizing that it probably looked threatening to Jazz I unfolded them and put them in my lap. I really didn't want Jazz to think that I was mad at him.
"Nothing in particular, it's just that my best friend is almost done the program, but he wants to fight along side you. He had planned on training for your army after he graduated from the Cyber-Ninja Academy like I did, but he had second thoughts about it. He wasn't sure if you would let him in like Magnus let me in."
"So I have a fan club now?" I asked, amused. I knew that mechs and femmes joined the army to fight for justice, but I hadn't realized that some join just because I'm leading.
"No, not really, I guess you could say that he's really inspired by you. He's extremely smart, probably smart enough to be a tactician."
Bumblebee
Life really sucked for me, if you actually went and thought about it. It started out good enough, I had a good family who loved me, and plenty of brothers and sisters that supported me (my creators didn't believe that there was a limit to the amount of sparklings one couple could have) although I could have gone without Bluestreak being my brother, he gets on my nerves, plus Moonracer who always wanted to dress me up like a femme.
I went through all of school fine; I passed with decent grades apart from me being a trouble maker. But it started to get really stupid after I joined the Academy. Sure, it was fun to begin with. Plenty of action during training, I had made a best friend out of Bulkhead, and there were plenty of femmes to fawn over. But that was just the thing. The only femme that I ever wanted to fawn over is Wasp. She was gorgeous, smart, and could really rip a 'con a new one. The only downside to that was that she was taken, by my arch-fraggin'-nemesis. Long slaggin' arm. I couldn't believe it! After the entire six months when Longarm new that I liked Wasp, he went and asked her out! I mean, like come on!
But, my entire opinion about him changed drastically that afternoon, and not for the better. Definitely not for the better.
**Flashback**
I walked down the hallway alone, shuffling quietly. For once, I was actually enjoying the silence. I had just finished target practice and wasn't really in the mood to be a smart-aft or a show off. All I wanted to do was get back to mine and 'Bulks quarters to get some well needed recharge. After all, our graduation was in a couple of days, and of course, Bulkhead was going with Airazor. After he asked her out, they'd been going strong for quite some time (not actually that long). I shuddered, that meant Wasp was going with Longarm… gross.
I passed by Firestar who smiled and winked at me, batting her optics a little. I smiled back at her as we both kept on walking. Sure, I really like Wasp, but there's no harm in flirting a little, right? I knew that Firestar felt the same way, because she was almost just like me; extremely flirtatious. The entire base (except for Jazz) knew that she liked Jazz, but she still continued to flirt with other mechs. Like I said earlier, there's really no harm in that.
Anyways, after about ten minutes of walking (huge fraggin' base) , I had only reached storage and had another five minutes of walking until I would reach my room. I was walking through the dimly-lit hallway when I heard the muffled sounds of a conversation. I looked around to see if there was anyone nearby and pressed my audio to one of the nearest doors. When I realized that the sounds weren't coming from it, I pressed up against every door until I found the right one.
"Brilliant work, Shockwave, you've really out-done yourself. These blue prints will be of great use to me."
Shockwave? Blue prints?
"It was my honor, Lord Megatron."
Megatron?
I carefully opened up the door a crack, to see what was happening inside. There sitting on the floor, was the ugliest decepticon I had ever seen in my life. It only had one optic and had two curved antennae standing vertical on either side of his head. He had a dark blue and purple color scheme and a mask covering his face. In front of him was a little device emitting a small hologram with a large black and red mech.
Frag! There's a decepticon infiltrator! I have to tell Optimus Prime! I thought, my head swarming with worries. What if they attack us? What if they kill Prime? I gasped,
What if they steal all our high-grade?
"Shockwave, I have another very important mission for you," the mech I assumed was Megatron said. I shook my head of my thoughts and listened carefully.
"I understand, Lord Megatron. What must you have me do?" The pit-ugly mech asked.
"I need you to hack into your base's system and acquire any knowledge that they have on the Allspark." What? I thought, my processor going haywire. They cast the cube into a space bridge with no intent on getting it back! What does Megatron want to know that he doesn't know already?
"Absolutely, I won't let you down," the one opticed mech made a motion to turn the holo-emitter off but Megatron quickly interrupted him.
"I assume that no one has any suspicions about your disguise as Longarm?"
LONGARM?
"None at all, Lord Megatron."
"Then I will leave you to it. Don't disappoint me, Shockwave."
"Of course not."
**End Flashback**
So that's my story. Now, here I am sprinting towards Optimus Prime's trying to warn my commander that one of his new recruits was a decepticon traitor. I had no idea what was going to come out of this.
Optimus
"Optimus Prime, sir. There's someone here to see you."
"Alright, let him in."
I looked up to see a small yellow mech, huffing and puffing from overexertion, burst past Mirage into my office. I recognized him as one of the new recruits who'd be graduating in a couple of days. I couldn't remember his name, but he started babbling so fast that the only word I heard was my name. I put my hands up in protest, trying to get him to talk slower. This really didn't help so I slowly stood up, trying to get his attention
"Whoa, calm down speedy. One sentence at a time," he stopped his babbling and tilted his head up as far as it would go until he was looking at me straight in the optics. I could tell that he meant business. "Have a seat," I told the yellow mech, pointing at the chair in front of my desk. I sat back down in my seat as he plopped down in his. He was about to start yammering away again but I stopped him and motioned for him to breathe.
"Alright, what's your name, recruit?" I asked after he had completely calmed down. His eyes widened at the fact that he had forgotten to tell me his name, or maybe at the fact that I'd forgotten his name. I couldn't tell which one but I'd prefer the former.
He seemed to be thinking about it like he had forgotten his name before he spoke again.
"Oh, right. The name's Bumblebee, sir. But my friends just call me 'Bee," he said, trying to sound calm but failing miserably. He was fidgeting in his seat, obviously dying on the inside, wanting to say what he had to say.
"Alright, 'Bee," I said calmly, placing my hands on my desk and noticing how insanely messy it was, "What brings you to my office?"
"Sir, I kno-"
"Optimus, just call me Optimus," I lifted my hand at him, interrupting him, already annoyed that he called me Sir. I didn't blame him, him being a new recruit and all, but it made me feel weird when mechs and femmes called me that. Like someone was still talking to Ultra Magnus instead of me. I just didn't feel like I had the privaledge of that yet.
"O-okay, Optimus," he stammered, obviously confused at my words. "I know it's going to sound hard to believe but… I think that one of the new recruits is a decepticon spy."
My processor froze.
"I-I'm sorry, could you repeat that please? Because I could have sworn that you said one of the recruits was a decepticon spy," I said, chuckling. I leaned back into my chair and staring at my desk. I made a mental note of organizing it. But a decepticons spy? That was impossible.
"… I did."
Frag.
"Are you sure?" I asked seriously, my voice changing from relaxed commander to down-right pissed-off commander.
"Absolutely sir, I even have proof," My optics widened, how the frag does he have proof? I rubbed the bridge of my nose with my left hand, and tapped my desk impulsively with my right. This one was going to be a tough one to fix if he was right. But how? The decepticons haven't been seen or heard from in years!
"Okay, Bumblebee. I'll need to see this proof."
"Well sir, we'll have to go to the med bay," I blinked in confusion, why the frag is his evidence in the med bay? I was about to protest but he quickly stopped me, "Si- I mean, Optimus, you'll see why." I told Mirage to watch my office while I was gone and led the way to the med bay. I silently inspected Bumblebee, seeing which post he would be best for. He may not have graduated yet, but I'm always thinking ahead.
It was a short walk to the med bay, barely two minutes. I typed in my all-access code and walked into the medbay, leaving a dumbfounded Bumblebee at the door. "H-how did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Get in!"
"Oh, that was my all-access code."
"All- what?"
"Being Prime/Magnus has its quirks," I chuckled quietly, ushering 'Bee past the doors. Quickly remembering the task at hand, I returned to my pissed-off commander mood. We waited for a good two minutes before someone actually noticed we were here. I commed FirstAid three times before he finally answered me. I was startled by him and Inferno stumbling out of the storage closet, Inferno quickly trying to cover herself up. I groaned and looked away, calling out behind me, "Probably best if I didn't know, right?" Inferno said a quick goodbye, rushing out of the room.
"Yeah… probably best if you didn't."
I shook my head and looked down at the horror stricken Bumblebee (he may be a womanizer but he's yet to see anything mature yet). I laughed again, this time deeper and brought him over to see FirstAid.
His faceplates where stained a slight pink, but FirstAid ushered us over to one of the med-berths.
"Okey dokey, what can I do for ya?" he asked cheerfully, trying to hide his embarrassment. It wasn't working that well but I played along with it anyways.
"Well, Bumblebee here has some information for me about a spy," I continued on, ignoring the shocked look on the medic's face, "He says he has proof, but has yet to tell me what it even is so, Bumblebee… would you care to explain?" I saw him swallow slightly, but he regained his confidence.
"Well," he started off, voice still a little shaky, "I was walking back from my target practice earlier and my quarters are pretty far from the shooting range. But I still walk, I can use the exercise, ya know? Anyways, I was walking through storage and heard some voices and decided to go check it out. So I peep into one of the rooms and BAM! I see the traitor sitting on the floor talking to Megatron through a hologram," I just stared at him. Just stared. How on Cybertron was that even possible? How could a fraggin' 'con get into our base without us noticing? Red Alert was going to have a very angry commander at his heals soon.
"So, you said you have proof."
"Right, well that's where our buddy FirstAid comes in. He would have hack into my processor and retrieve my optic-sensor data (probably no such thing, but there is in my story). I figured, how hard could that be? All you have to do is watch that and you'll see it from my point of view!" He seemed extactic that he had finally got it out of his system. I bet he felt extremely important. But it made perfect sense, and I knew FirstAid was completely capable of doing that.
"Alrighty then! If you'd like, we can get started now…? It won't take very long," FirstAid suggested, already taking out the needed supplies and tools.
I looked down at Bumblebee, who smiled even wider and said,
"Let's get to it!"
YYAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY! It's finally finished! Man that seemed to take me forever to write! Oh right, it DID take me forever! Pretty please leave a review for me? I've seen how many people read this and only getting a few reviews is a little depressing!
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