Chapter 13: Mach 2
A/N: Well, I've finally corrected the whole chapter from being a jumbled mess! To those who had to read the pitiful version before the amendment, I'm deeply sorry that you did. No amount of brainwashing or soap could save you from the atrocity XP This version has been provided in a readable semi-coherent format…I think.
To Everyone Out There: I'm thinking of changing the title of the fanfic (it's so cheesy, you can smell the fanfic from a mile away). If anyone has any idea(s), please tell me! No bad words though…ehm, I have a lot of that, thank you.
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Megatron started all meetings with the discourse on the merits of his troops. He would highlight those who went beyond their regular achievements with success, starting from the highest ranking to the lowest. When the glorification of those mentioned were finished, he would continue with the soldiers who didn't perform as well in their duties, feeding the lowest ranking Decepticon to the highest their well deserved verbal humiliation. Topping off the reprimand with an actual threat of termination involving his fusion cannon was good enough to instil fear and allow room for improvement in the Decepticon army.
Starscream was not spared the formalities, and Megatron immediately castigated her first for any unauthorised activities she had committed. Soundwave's optics flashed briefly in cognizance at his leaders unfamiliar behaviour towards his second-in-command. His near chiding tone and the lack of physical confrontation to the red seeker was too apparent to the communications officer, or any other Transformer with half a cerebral circuit for that matter. What was stranger was Starscream's resignation to the grey Transformer, acting in a restrained compliant to Megatron's words, and in no supply of snappy comebacks for their leader.
She threw a rude glance at him to let the cassette tape deck know she was well aware of his presence. Any attempts to read her mind would be countered by a flood of inconsistent gibberish invading his mind's space if he did not cut off his clairvoyant process, and she put up one too many mental barriers for Soundwave to even bother. To him, she was just too self-conscious and paranoid, and sifting through her mental babble didn't seem worth it.
When the meeting was concluded, Soundwave was given the immediate task to assign the duties to the Decepticon's individually by his leader, and he obediently complied. The Decepticons slowly exited the room in droves, leaving Megatron and Starscream the only Decepticons in the meeting room. Observing silently before the doors slid shut, Soundwave also noticed the lack of personal space between the pair as they discussed future tactics over a large blue screen. Starscream blocked Soundwave's view of Megatron with her wings, and stood quite protectively over their leader.
Listening to the doors hiss shut at last, Starscream felt a strong arm snake around her waist and forcefully pull her closer with a jolt. A small squeak escaped Starscream when her head rapped Megatron's arm, and she quickly grabbed his body to regain some sense of balance.
'He's possessive over everything,' Starscream thought and chuckled to herself. "I'm not going anywhere, oh mighty leader."
"Of course you aren't."
'Fine, make me look like the stupid one,' she snorted rudely. 'It's not been the first time.''
Studying the map displayed on the enormous screen, the Decepticon leader felt Starscream coyly stroking the insignia proudly worn on his chest with her trim blue fingers. Her optics were vaguely focused on the screen, and Megatron looked down at her head resting gently on his shoulders. Her cautious nature over their new-found relationship served to remind Megatron how her femininity was sacrificed to hone her military skills, to become one of the Decepticon's finest soldiers.
'And she's still a naïve inexperienced female,' he grunted to himself. He proved his point when he cupped her chin rather roughly in his large hands and pointed her optics in his direction. The quizzical expression that washed over her face made Megatron perversely happy. A reminiscence of their past, he almost forgot how Starscream look so innocent many vorns ago.
"Starscream, how long have you been as a female before you adopted your crude disguise?"
She knew he was happily reminding her on how green she was at this particular experience and she kept quiet and flicked her chin back, which suited Megatron fine, who was laughing on the inside. Holding his face, Starscream closed her eyes and planted a soft kiss on his lips, anything to wipe the smug grin off his face.
At least her advances towards the Decepticon leader were more, 'subtle' than his previous actions in her personal quarters…
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A soft hiss escaped from her door and Starscream groaned.
"Just slag off TC!"
Starscream stopped moving when she saw Megatron, and his hand reaching for the button to lock the door. Two pairs of red optics glowed at each other, locked in the darkness. He didn't even wait for their optics to adjust to the dark, when he charged towards the seeker's recharge bed. Slamming his hand against the cold metal, Megatron cursed when he missed his mark and found a pair of agitated optics darting around the room, illuminating the femme con's face. The next light came from her laser rifles, but the seeker didn't even get the chance to aim when Megatron crushed her arms in his fists and diverted the weak shots away form his body, lighting the room briefly in a purple ricochet.
The next thing she knew was her own leader shamelessly nailing her to the wall, and taking what he claimed was his.
He drove his mouth against hers, greedily swallowing her lips, drowning whatever protests she wanted to voice out in their heated passion. Tearing himself away from her, the larger Transformer belligerently flung her aside, her wings doing little to shield her fall, and crumpled into the remains of her desk in the corner. Her optics just found its sight back when she lifted her head off the ground, craning it to notice the menacing shadow approaching her supine body. Starscream was too late to react to the Decepticon leader picking her up, crushing her wrists in his hands, and slamming her into the same position he adopted the seeker to in the war room. Pressing his body against hers, Megatron stole her away in the privacy of her room, her modesty becoming his to outrage.
Starscream did not fight back.
Megatron would not be here if he wasn't sure of her reaction, but the Decepticon leader had guessed correctly. Forcing his head back to reciprocated the kiss, Starscream traced her foot against his leg, and he took hold of her thigh, releasing her wrists from the painful lock. Lingering in their own passion, the seeker tore herself away from him after much effort, and eyed her leader. Their optics flared brightly in the dark, and taking the initiative from their gazing, Starscream rasped a swift hand across Megatron's face, tearing blunt scratch marks on his cheek. A deep pained growl escaped Megatron's throat, prompting the seeker to raked his chest like a crazed animal, fighting aimlessly in the darkness.
She knew what she wanted, and an unshakable feeling of elation ran in her mind. His blows were applied for a much different reason now, a reason she was happy to nurse to fruition, as much as it scared her at the same time. Her morbid curiosity coupled with the familiar paranoia she had over her leader, but something else niggled her thought processors. She was enjoying this experience for another unwanted feeling which had nothing to do with her ambitions for power.
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'Slag it,' Starscream mused. 'Of course it's strange; I've never felt like this for a Transformer before. Not like I had the time to.'
Her mind snapped back to the data pad in her hands. Megatron had left the room some astroseconds ago.
'I'll just have to get used to it. It's purely emotional-' Starscream winced at that thought. 'It'll pass. As long as Megatron continues to ride it's waves, everything is going just, fine'.
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He always had to explain things twice for Skywarp to absorb the information fully. Blinking out of his vacuous stare, Skywarp leaned back to have a clear view of the miserable blue seeker in front of him, and heaved a sigh. Those who got their first impression of Skywarp would summarise him in one word: slow. But once given the situation to be clearly understood, his bizarre autistic insight would give way.
"Here it goes again."
"Here goes, what again 'Warp?"
The purple seeker squinted at his wing mate sitting on his recharge bed. "…I got a lotta say. Promise you won't interrupt me for like, a breem?"
"Timing you now, bud."
"Cool." Skywarp sat upright and slapped his knees. "Hn…where do I start?"
Skywarp clapped his hands again. "Okay, 'kay, 'kay. We're Deceps, right? Transformers too. We got our needs and wants and all-'
"'Warp, where are you going with this-"
"Ahp pap pap! No interruptions, man, my minds onna roll here."
"Something's rolling all right-"
"Shaddup and listen, okay! …Just listen. We're Transformers, right? We have stuff we want, stuff we need. But you TC, you're a nice guy. You're like, the only 'Con who cares for his buddies, like, a lot. And other things too, I won't tell no one, you know I got your back. You don't ask for much too. I mean, I need my 'Tee-Vee' (and the cartoons, man, I love cartoons), and 'Screamer needs to buff her hot legs everyday (ooh, damn, they are hot). She also wants the same thing ol' Megatron wants…she wants the POWA'---! But anyway, back to you. You don't ask for much. I like that, you're cool. You don't have the ol', 'Man, I'm a Transformer and I need stuff like, NOW-'"
"You're rambling again."
"OKAY! ANYWAY! (Anyway). You don't ask fer much. That makes you, TC, right? You don't want much. You jes' wanna be happy. But when you do want somethin'…and I really mean, something'…you like, hafta get it. Remember when we were younger- …What? WHAT?! Don't look at me like that! Fine, if you don't wanna listen I'll jes'…arrrrgh. Remember Wingraze? Yeah, that slaghole who got like, the coolest guns ever? Remember you wanted them so bad? I mean, you wanted them, so BAD…yeah? And you can't get 'em, no matter what you did?"
"…(Remember what we did to him? 'Course ya' do)."
"……WE SLAGGED HIM! We like, slagged our own Decepticon brudda'! (But he still the biggest slaggin' slag…oh wait, there's the 'Screamer)."
"There, right there. There's the thing, TC. When you want something, you'll do anything, and I mean, anything, ta' get it. And every time you want (something), it's always a thing that you can never, ever get! C'mon! Lookit' 'Screamer! She's like, the (only) Earth Deceptihottie who can also kick afterburner to Cybertron and back! She's smart, has hot legs, and is smart too and you want her! And we all know, man, do we know, what she likes too!"
"So when she's with Megs, why aren't you NOT surprised? It's been going 'round the base. 'Oh, 'Screamer will so totally be with our leader'. Why d'ya think no one hit on her? 'Cause it's obvious. An' that makes you want her more. TC, I know Deceptichicks are rare, but, c'mon! You're gonna want something you can't get, then get angry ya' can't get it, then, do something you're gonna regret and still not get it! TC!"
"…But…"
"…But what? 'But 'Screamer's the only one for me! I like 'Screamer! 'Screamer makes my fuel pump jump and her voice is like a thousand angels DYIN'!'"
"……"
"TC, news flash."
"...THERE ARE OTHER FISH OUT IN THE SEA!!!!"
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Who wouldn't you slag if all the Decepticon's were captured?
If the Autobots were asked the question, Thundercracker would be part of the answer. The peace-loving Transformers had this insight, this uncanny penchant, for sniffing out Autobot or human sympathisers within the Decepticon ranks. And why not? Pity and mercy was part of their sickeningly honourable, everyday vocabulary. With the opposing army wrought with an overabundance of hatred and anarchy, finding one would be too easy for them anyway. Its like asking a seeker, 'Where's the sky?'
Knowing it or not, the Autobot's would not shoot Thundercracker first unless they were being shot at. The blue seeker did not radiate the stereotypical terrorist attitude unlike the rest, and Thundercracker saw no reason to bully the fleshlings, unless his leader ordered him to with his cold black finger; preferably the one from his right hand, because that was where his fusion cannon was mounted. He didn't have to thread on a few pink creatures just because he could.
Once, in the midst with his Decepticon brothers razing a city, Thundercracker would have tallied the destruction to the back of his mind, if it wasn't the first time he saw humans. Zooming in on the tiny creatures, he noted curiously that not all of them were of a certain colour. Skin, eyes, hair…everything about them, followed a basic outline to their carbon forms, yet they all presented themselves as grouped individuals. Just like seekers. Stranger still was the flexibility of their faces. Analysing every detail, every mark, every spot and mole, the blue seeker also realised they had similar facial expressions, just like the Transformers. The most common one he saw when he arrived in their habitat?
Fear. Grief. Loss.
The mind of a computer cannot forget.
His optics quickly scanned the source of an uncontrollable wailing from a pile of rubble. It came from a young fleshling, its face contorting to the new experience of pain it could have never envisioned. The skin around the optics were twisted, it's vocalisers stopped when it spewed some kind of coagulated fluid. Blood? It was blood, that's what they called it. It matched the red hues on its face. Thundercracker would have stared dumbly at it for a vorn if a large metal foot hadn't crushed the house. Following the foot to the face of its owner, the blue seeker found Blitzwing, who razzed at his dazed state and continued to smash each and every house that was not completely flattened.
He hated it.
With each human extermination came a feeling of dread, a negative power surge that quivered in his systems.
Reaching at Mach 2 speeds, Thundercracker raced through the skies, patiently charging his next sonic boom. He had been mindlessly throwing them across the rocky landscape to relieve his emotional burden, blissfully uninterrupted by anything Transformer related in his straight flight pattern. A suburban human colony emerged over the dull brown horizon, and more likely than not, it would be littered with countless scores of humans, in their colourful variety. Thundercracker would have to swoop to the clouds, being too low to ground level, or change their lives for the worse.
Today, he turned off his audio modules and pretended they never existed.
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A/N: If the fanfic I wrote got you scared and paranoid (because of the copious amount of rubbish! XP) then I've done my Friday 13th duties! Holy snappolies! Well, um, feeling nervous and partially embarrassed for writing this, so…(Runs off)