I HAVE RETURNED!
And gosh, Arcee's a bit on the skinny side, eh?
Anyway, since Lockdown isn't an official Con, but is a jerk all the same, I'm going to treat him as such.
AND WHERE'S JAZZ AND SOUNDWAVE?!
A few days after the fangirls made themselves known, they returned to the Autobot base, some angry, some shocked and in awe, others disgusted.
"WHY THE PITSLAG WAS ARCEE SO DANG SKINNY?!" One hissed, angrily waving her arms dramatically. "She was no better than a glorified STICK FIGURE!"
"I don't know, but I'm seriously considering going Con after seeing Lockdown in action." Another said, hearts in her eyes.
"Guh…Stupid LOCKDOWN. He must DIE after tormenting Ratch and Arcee like that." Still another hissed, fists clenched. "If he hasn't already been killed…Which I hope he has been."
But they only agreed on one thing.
"RATCHETXARCEE FOEVAH!" They squealed, causing the Medic to look up.
-
Prowl had finally lost his stalker, and was headed back to the base.
At least, until his plans were sidetracked by two large bots twice his size, the Decepticon symbol on their chest armor.
"And where do you think yer going, Autoslag?" One rumbled. His armor was a deep navy blue, and they could have passed as thugs for a super villain.
"Home, thank you." Prowl said, throwing the two off. They hadn't expected him to answer so coolly. "Now, if you'll get out of my way…"
"I don't think so, squirt." The other bot snarled. "State yer name, and we MIGHT let you pass here alive."
"Autobot Prowl." Prowl said, not showing any fear in his voice or movements. The two Decepticons looked at each other, hesitant.
"Don't let him get to ya, Bolt!" A human voice called.
"Yeah, Driver! You can take him!" yelled another.
Two males, one blond and one with red hair, wearing a white t-shirts and denim shorts rushed up behind the ninja like bot. The Decepticon insignia was clear on their wristbands, as they egged their creations on.
'Huh. Fanboys.' Prowl thought, as the two Decepticons powered up their canons. 'This shouldn't be too hard.'
-
As the battle began, a robotic falcon had perched itself nearby to have a look.
As the falcon's optics flashed pink, it rasped in a heavy accent, "Huh! Vorthless eediots! Pickink a fight vith an Autoslag! And a canon to boot! They know they'll lose to a canon in battle!"
A small blip alerted the bird to a transmission from his creator. Picking up, he asked, "Jes, Lady Nijira?"
"Tracker! Have you found that Decepticon signal that was picked up a few days after the episode?" A female voice hissed.
"Affirmative. I'll send you ze coordinates now." The falcon replied.
"Good. Feel free to take a break until you're called again." Blip. The line had been disconnected.
Turning back to the fight, the falcon sighed as Autobot Prowl walked off, leaving the two defeated Decepticons with their creators.
-
Sigma was still trying to organize her group, but with little progress. Xi was still on the Dinobots' island, keeping the peace between Grimlock and the fans, Kappa was teasing Bee about his height, and Pi was conversing with Bulkhead about kitties…A loud beeping snapped her out of her stupor. Picking her communicator, the screen showed a female with dark hair, and black shades over her eyes.
"Nijira? I forgot, your lot came with us." Sigma groaned.
"Nice to see you too, Sigma." The Decepticon fan leader sneered. "Anyway, I assume you saw the episode involving Lockdown, correct?"
"Yeah…Arcee was so skinny though!" Sigma complained angrily. "But Ratch and Arcee make for a good couple, don't you think?"
"I beg to differ." Nijira responded coldly. "Anyway, my team is currently searching for the remains of his ship, which crashed somewhere near by. Already, we've had confutations with Autobot Prowl and two of out OCs, Driver and Bolt. If you know what's good for your team, keep your bloody Autoslags away from our search parties!"
"And if we don't?" Sigma challenged, as Autobot Prowl looked over her shoulder at the transmission. "Oh, hey Prowl." She said quietly.
"We'll give Prowl and Optimus the Yaoi treatment."
Sigma froze. "YOU. WOULDN'T. DARE…"
"I would dare! Now, keep your filthy OCs away from my groups or else." Blip. 'Transmission disconnected.'
-
Sigma huffed and sat down. "What am I gonna do?! I can't just call them all in!"
"What did that female mean by 'The Yaoi treatment'?" Prowl asked.
"Prowl, you're better off not knowing."
"I'm sure I could handle it."
"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you."
-
One vivid explanation later…
"…And that's what Nijira was talking about." Sigma finished saying. Prowl hadn't moved in over an hour, nor had expression changed. He just sat in front of her, cross legged and silent.
"Erm, Prowl? Hello, human to Autobot…hello?" Sigma waved her hand in his face. He still didn't move.
"Uh oh…Ratchet! I think I broke Prowl!" Sigma yelled.
"So…what you're saying is…" Prowl said in a low voice, at long last, "That Optimus…and I…would…"
"Yes, but only if you two are subjected to the Yaoi treatment." Sigma said softly.
Prowl winced at the very though. Indeed, he was tough enough to stand thoughts that would drive most insane.
-
"Ve've got Lockdown's ship on our scanners, ma'am! But eet's undervater…" Tracker reported hesitantly. He knew Nijira wouldn't be happy with his fear of getting wet.
Nijira groaned. "And when has water stopped the Decepticons BEFORE?!"
"Zat water's thirty below, ma'am. I'd theenk only our OCs could survive in that temperature."
"Fine! Send OCs in, but I want ALL of Lockdown's trophies on my desk and possibly his worthless head in a car compactor. GOT IT?! I cannot STAND mercenaries or bounty hunters at all. Worthless freeloaders!"
"Uh, jes ma'am! Right avay!"
As Nijira hung up, Tracker turned to the assembled group of fanboys. "You heard her! Send your OCs into ze drink!"
As the OCs marched obediently into the water, the fanboys shivered. Good thing they weren't the ones in the water.
-
Nijira sat with her feet up in Issac Sumdac's private lab, facing the disembodied head of Megatron. Her second in command, Ghost and her OC Filereaper, had broken in here a few days back to inform Lord Megatron about the fangirls' presence in the city. Now Nijira was free to come and go as she pleased. Even if that bumbling scientist came in, she need not worry. Ghost had given her a Chameleon Wristband, allowing her to blend in with the environment.
"So, what you're saying, human…" Megatron said dolefully. "Is that my followers aren't due back at this planet until a few more Earth weeks pass, correct?"
"Aye, Lord Megatron. Once the episodes air, your followers will find you again. And with the fangirls' assistance, you will be restored to your former glory sooner than you expected." Nijira replied, tone even and respectful.
"Excellent. So, you and your association are setting up a base in this city?"
"Yes, with permission from my superior, of course. Sadly, the Autobots have fans of their own, and we've been bitter rivals since the start."
"I care not for your sob stories. All I want is my new body and those Autobots exterminated."
"As you wish, Lord Megatron."
Oh noes. It looks like we've got a huge agreement between Nijira and Megatron. How are Sigma and Optimus going to deal with this?
Yes, I bloody know Tracker's accent is a bit funky, but that's his way of speaking.