A/N: I don't know which is worse… the fact that I just bought 4 Transformers Prime action figures, or the fact that I'm seventeen , and was 15 minutes late for my last class because I was sitting on my living room floor playing with said action figures…or maybe it's the fact that my math teacher accepted the excuse and didn't make me sign the tardy log… I'm not sure… *shrugs* Oh well. I guess we will never know.
Primus sat at the center of the Mess hall on the Nemesis. Unicron was standing behind her while instructing her what to do through their bond./Discard the two and the four./
Primus did as she was instructed and put the two cards down. She was left with three kings. The Decepticon dealer handed her two more cards. Two fives to be exact. Knock Out, the mech she called over earlier seemed to just be staring at her. "WILL YOU STOP IT!" She finally exploded surprising both Unicron and Knock Out. "YOU HAVE BEEN STARING AT ME FOR AT LEAST FIVE BREEMS NOW!"
Knock Out smirked. "Oh, but you gorgeous femme, I was only thinking of how you could have gotten the most perfect finish. How many times did you buff yourself this morning?"
Primus turned her head to the side. "How many times did I what?"
The Decepticons around the table seemed to back away. Knock Out stood there shocked. "Buff. How many times did you BUFF yourself?"
"None?"
Knock Out stood there. He was completely flabbergasted. If she does not buff, then how did she get that perfect finish?
"Is he ok?" Unicron questioned waving a servo in front of Knock Out's optics. Primus just raised an optic ridge, and punched his face. Nothing. He just stood there.
"Impressive. This is the first time I broke a mech. Your arm doesn't count." Primus began circling Knock Out, poking him in random places. "I do wonder what this buffing is. He said it had something to do with my finish, and my finish has been quite dull lately."
Unicron face palmed. /Your finish is fine./
/Don't lie! It is dull, and there are all sorts of organ matter all over me./ Primus pushed knock Out over. He just laid on the floor. "Oh well. Wanna go talk to LORD Megatron?"
Unicron sighed. "No, but you're gonna make me."
Primus nodded.
Megatron sat in his throne plotting his next moves against the Autobots. He wasn't particularly worried over the Primus thing. He was positive he was stronger than that Primus! The only concern he had on the two new bots was that if the femme was Primus, there is no way the red one was Unicron. The two were known for hating each other, and Primus had beaten Unicron leaving him in the far reaches of space.
"Lord Megatron, Lord Unicron, and his follower are here to speak with you." A Vehicon announced.
"Allow them in."
The Vehicon nodded, and left to retrieve the two.
Primus and the faker entered the room. "Ah, How nice for you two to join me." Megatron greeted.
"Shut up." The faker snarled.
Megatron looked shocked. That faker just told him, LORD MEGATRON, to shut up! "What did you just say!" He snarled back.
"I said 'Shut up.' I am running things around here from now on!" The red mech slowly made his way towards Megatron.
"YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING!" Megatron yelled standing up. "After all, you are just one of Primus' followers. Not even the real Unicron."
The red mech froze, and slowly turned to Primus. "What now?"
Primus couldn't hold it in anymore, and broke down into fits of laughter leaving the two other mechs in the room staring. "Oh myself! That was… Hilarious!... You'll never… make it… as an evil mech!" She yelled between fits of giggled.
The red mech turned to Megatron. "For your information. I am the real Unicron." He said, and then stomped off out of the room.
Primus finally calmed down, and walked towards Megatron. She shoved him out of her way, then sat down in HIS throne. "Now then. Listen closely, you son of a glitch. I, Primus, will use your resources, your 'cons, and your energon to find what I am looking for. After I finish you can do whatever you please, but, if you so much as try to stop me," Primus' optics flickered red. "I will rip your spark from your body, and keep it in an energon cube for everybody to stare, and laugh at. I'm Primus. I can make it happen."
Megatron glared. "You will do no such thing."
Primus stood up. "Are you trying to test me. I am not in a good mood. You put me in a used cell. Have me spied on by that disgusting Soundwave, then you DARE TEST ME!" Primus had to give Megatron credit. He did not so much as flinch as he raised his cannon and shot her in her chest.
Megatron watched Primus fall to the ground. She DARED to speak to him as if he was a lower than a piece of scrap! He turned away from the fallen femme, and called for a droid. "Clean that up."
The droid picked the body up and walked away. Megatron sat back down on his throne. "I will NOT be spoken to as such!" Megatron leaned back in his throne, and offlined his optics enjoying the silence of the room. That was until he felt a sharp pain rip through his chest.
Primus held onto Megatron's spark, and placed it in an energon cube. Unicron stood behind her, and sighed. "Was that really necessary?"
The spark started to form the shape of Megatron. "Ohh look! He's coming too!" Primus cheered.
"What the frag is going on!" Megatron yelled.
Primus smirked. "You shot me. I went through with my threat, and you are in an energon cube." Primus put a top on the cube. "A sealed energon cube." An evil grin spread across her faceplates. "I told you not to test me."
At first I hated Primus.. yes.. I hated my own character, but after this bitchy move.. I think I'm in love. Not quite as much as Knock Out, but I think I'm love.