A/N: It's hard for me personally to make a bitchy character. I feel bad for the other characters, and it all goes down hill from there. I'm not naturally a bitchy person..That must be why I have such a hard time writing this version of Primus, but it's good I'm giving myself a challenge, I guess. If anybody has any complaints on any character gaps in the version of Primus I made please tell me and I'll try to fix them as best I can. I'm trying to get Unicron into the story as fast as possible, but that too is difficult.
"I want a room." Primus turned her back to Optimus and Prowl. "No, not a cell in the brig." Prowl stiffened. "A real room." Primus finished turning back towards the two.
"I will see what I can do. Excuse me, Prime, I will be back as soon as I find a-suitable- room for her." Prowl quickly left the room.
The air in the room went cold while the two beings inside stared at each other. Optimus with a look of deep thought, and Primus with a look of annoyance. Optimus sat down in the chair closest to Teletraan's screen and then gestured to the chair beside him, offering it to Primus. She looked at the chair before huffing. "Switch. I want the bigger chair."
Optimus raised an optic ridge. "I was not aware there was a bigger chair."
"Only by a couple of what humans call millimeters."
Optimus slowly got up, and let her have his seat. "If you do not mind me asking. How did you land on Earth in the condition you did?"
"Oh you know the usual. Stray asteroid, flying comets. Pluto might be a little smaller now. Nothing I can't fix later."
"They looked more like wounds from combat." Optimus said.
"Are you calling me a liar?" Primus growled.
"No, I was just stating an observation." Optimus looked at teletraane one's screen waiting for the femme to explode in a white hot fury.
"You're observations are off. If my wounds were from combat I would have healed the fragging things faster."
"I see." Optimus nodded.
It was once again silent in the small room. Minutes went by in the silence until Primus snorted. "You may want to intervene between the two sets of twins prank war. Their pranks might get to out of hand if you do not."
Optimus nodded he would have to remember to tak to the four of them.
"Too late." Primus smiled. Optimus straitened quickly. "You may want to check on them."
"So it would seem. I will be back." Optimus got up and walked to the door. Before he could reach the door primus smiled.
"Oh, and you might want to hope there is still soap in the wash racks."
Prime cocked his head to the side and stepped forward. As soon as he opened the door neon green paint fell from the ceiling and splashed into him. "Frag! Not the femme!" A voice yelled followed by two pairs of foot steps.
"I warned you."
"So you did." Prime mumbled flatly. "Which pair was it?"
"Skids and Mudflap." The femme looked at her servos to make sure none of the paint splashed onto her.
"I will be return in a moment." Optimus informed Primus before exiting the room.
Primus' face went dark. "Neon green paint, on my armor. I think not."
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker ran down the halls of the base. They didn't mean to get Prime. "Frag it! Why did he have to walk through the door first!" Sideswipe yelled running a sharp corner.
"Mute it, Rust bucket! This is all your fault!" Sunstreaker yelled back following his twin around the corner.
They both slid to a stop. "What the frag?" They mumbled in unison.
Coming out of the wall to their left was a white servo. One of the digits began to make the "come here" motion. "You think wheeljack messed up one of his inventions again?" Sideswipe asked walking towards it.
"Don't go to it!" Sunstreaker scolded. The servo began to move out of the wall, expanding into a shoulder, and from the shoulder into the chestplates, then the helm, and lastly the legs. In front of them stood the new femme that Optimus and Ratchet brought in. The one thing that stuck out to Sunstreaker, besides her pure white color, was the audio receptors that reminded him of his own Prime's. The scene that he had witnessed made him itch with inspiration. He wanted to paint.
"Um, Sunny, I think now would be a good time to run!" Sunstreaker stood in place awe struck. "Sunny!" Sideswipe yelled.
"Is green paint the best you two freaks have?" The femme spoke.
Sunstreaker only stood there. "Aughh! Fine, Sunny!" Side swipe stepped in front of his twin. "Who do you think you are? Primus?"
The femme covered her lip components and giggled. "Funny aren't you?" The femme continued to giggle.
Sideswipe chuckled at the thought of Primus being a femme. The femme version would probably have a bulky build and wouldn't have the curves this femme had. "heh, yeah could you image Primus being a femme?"
The femme's giggles became laughs, and Sideswipe joined into the laughing fit. The femme's laughs abruptly stopped, and became a growl. "Listen, Smartaft! When introducing yourself to someone as high up in power I am, you do not make fun of them got it!"
"What the frag! Don't talk to me like that! You have no right! For all the rest of us Autobot soldiers know you could be from some new Decepticon group that is just starting to form!" Sideswipe shot back.
Sunstreaker began to look around. He had missed something. The femme that had just come out of the wall was in the middle of a glaring contest with his twin. "Sideswipe, what the pit are you doing?"
"He is about to find out how powerful I am!" The femme yelled.
"Oh yeah! Well I can take you on!"
"Heh, Tha's wut she said!" A black a green mech came walking through the hall.
"Good one,Bro!" An Orange and Black one yelled high fiving the other.
"YOU DISGUSTING SCRAP PILES!" The femme yelled.
"What is going on here?" Optimus rounded the corner. He took a moment to assess the situation. One pissed off Sideswipe, One confused Sunstreaker, Two idiots, and one furious Primus.
"WHERE'S UNICRON WHEN YOU NEED HIM!" Primus yelled stomping off to a place she only knew.
Optimus sighed. "Leave it to you four to upset the creator of all Cybertronians."