Galvatron's introduction..
Galvatron was on one of his notorious maniacal rampages, and every Decepticon was trying desperately to hide from his notice. Those whom were unlucky enough to have his blood red optics catch sight of them, were hit, thrown or kicked; by the crazed leader.
It was, unfortunately, at that precise moment, that Cyclonus and Raptor landed.
Scourge quickly darted to Cyclonus, telling him to find a good place to hide from Galvatron since he was in one of his worst of moods. Then Scourge glanced at Raptor, nodded his welcome to the Bounty Hunter, and took off before Galvatron spotted him.
A look of disgust crossed her face, as she listened to the ranting Decepticon leader approaching them. "Ahh, maybe we should rest and refuel before we meet with the mighty Galvatron?" Cyclonus said, trying to tactfully make the situation a little more bearable.
"So this behavior is normal for your leader?" Raptor stated – more than asked.
Sloggers, this is all going to fall apart – just because of Galvatron's insanity! Cyclonus thought in disgust, and then Rumble ran by – yelling 'good luck' to both of them. Once again, Cyclonus tried to get Raptor to follow him away from this area that Galvatron was swiftly heading towards – to no avail. The look on her visage told him that Galvatron was probably going to get more than he bargained for.
Suddenly, the Bounty Hunter was gone, having teleported away. At that moment, Galvatron wheeled around the corner, shrieking threats at all the piss-poor examples of Decepticons all around him. Then he spied Cyclonus standing there alone, coming toward his Second-in-Command, he knocked him to the ground. "And here's the worst one. Comes back without the one sloggin' Seeker I ordered him to get!"
At that moment, the sounds of afterburners filled Charr's sky. Galvatron wheeled around in shock as a gray/green Seeker banked sharply around the scene, her speed unbelievably fast for such a tight turn. Going straight towards a tall rusted spire, the Seeker didn't bother to reduce her speed in the least. As she reached it, she suddenly flipped vertical, hanging in the sky for a brief, agonizing moment, then she transformed in a blur, a sword of light appearing in her hands. As she went through graceful flips toward the ground, she zig-zagged the blade through the thick steel of the Spire, her blade cutting it like it was merely soft cheese.
Landing lightly on her thrusters, she turned and faced Galvatron, the Spire collapsing behind her, the cloud of dust and destruction framing her form.
Walking towards the temperamental Leader with an air of total confidence and control, the Seeker locked his optics with her own. Then she stopped and went to one knee briefly, crossing the Star Saber over her cockpit in a salute. Standing, she regarded him as much as he was regarding her. "I have been informed that you've requested my services," she simply stated, her optics catching the fact that Cyclonus was slowly picking himself off of the ground.
Galvatron studied her intently, a devious grin spreading from audio-to-audio. His men had been very right about this Bounty Hunter, for though she was fairly plain to look at, she was truly irresistible with her capabilities of destruction. He snickered, for her capabilities now belonged to him. "Swear your loyalties to me," he ordered.
She grinned, inclining her head slightly. "I am loyal to my employer. If it means my blade will stay at an Autobot's throat."
She offered her hand. Taking it in his powerful grasp, Galvatron slapped her on the shoulder like an old comrade. "Decepticons! Come and meet our new training officer!" he ordered.
Her Troops..
The Decepticons came out of hiding, glad that SOMEONE had managed to stop this recent rampage, even if it was a femme who had done it. They stood in a very loose formation – if you could call it that – and sized her up as much as she was sizing them up – as she walked her inspection. God, what have I gotten myself into? She groaned internally, this is like a bunch of high school freshmen, which are supposed to be soldiers! Akkk! But no sign of her thoughts crossed her stern visage.
She turned and stood in front of them, standing next to the arrogant Galvatron. He nodded to her to speak, so she turned, snapped her stance into an American 'at ease' stance (hands latched behind, feet shoulder-width apart, tall, proud and erect). In a confident 'drill sergeant' voice she looked over her 'troops'. "I am Raptor, and I am now your training officer. Tomorrow, we will begin initial evaluations at 0400 sharp. Do not be late – or you shall suffer the consequences!" A jeep groaned audibly in the front, and had the audacity to actually yawn! Disgust crossed her face, and she strode to him. "What is your name soldier?" she demanded.
'Swindle' he replied apathetically, looking at his feet.
Knowing their history of discipline, Raptor knew she'd have to be extreme at first – in order to gain their 'respect'. Instantaneously, she whirled into a roundhouse kick, hitting him squarely in his windshield, throwing him backwards, which in turn took out several of the Mechs behind him. Before he even hit the ground, he felt her hand on his throat, and then he was sailing through the air in the other direction, several Mechs scrambling out of the way in the nick of time. As he hit the ground this time, she teleported right over him, smashing her thruster down hard on his chassis. Picking the smaller Mech up by his neck again, she slammed his back against the wall. At which time she began the standard 'Army drill sergeant' rampage; which ended when she had him standing, at full attention, back in his initial spot.
She glowered at the others, who all tried their best to stand at attention. "As I was saying, tomorrow we will start the process of making each of you into a PROUD Decepticon SOLDIER!". She paused for effect, striding proudly back over to Galvatron's side, whom was grinning in wicked enjoyment of his 'Training officer's' discipline techniques. She wheeled in tight military fashion. "Soldiers, you are dismissed!"
They wandered off, quietly discussing their new 'Training Officer'.
Soundwave, Scrapper, Scourge, Cyclonus and Galvatron stood around her; looking at her in approval. "You shall suffice!" Galvatron stated cryptically and stormed off, Cyclonus in tow.
After they were outt've sight, Scourge looked at her with a slight grin. He was more comfortable with her, since he already knew her. "It is good to have someone like you around here. We need a little more discipline." she could hear the touch of sarcasm, but she could tell that he knew HER type of true discipline would be far different than Galvatron's.
Soundwave and Scrapper sized her up; The Constructicon Commander boldly shaking her hand in introduction. Soundwave coldly informed her in his monotone voice, of what arrangements had been made for her quarters, ordering Scourge to show her the base.
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