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Chapter 3:
Academy Days Part 1
The Decepticon Academy was a place to mold the future leaders and soldiers of the Decepticon forces. Their classes were believed to last long and grueling hours. It was rumored that the academy instructors had no sparks and enjoyed watching sparklings of all ages cry. There was at least one academy in each of the secure Decepticon territories. The worst part of all was that it was a boarding school for the sparklings, so they could only see their creators during the holidays, if they were lucky.
There were three different levels of students in the academy. The third level was for the incoming group of sparklings. Their ages usually ranged from newborn to six thousand years old. They were basically taught that the Autobots were their enemy and that they should be destroyed at all costs.
The second level classes were for the intermediate students in the academy. The ages of the second level sparklings ranged from six thousand to fourteen thousand years old. Those students were taught various subjects such as strategy and combat training. Those students were also allowed to practice with and modify weapons for battle.
Finally the third level classes were reserved for the elite; those who could survive the training. Their ages ranged from fourteen thousand to about eighteen thousand. Their training was similar to the training of the second level students, only twice as hard. It was also in this class that they were sorted into their respective teams, like a group of seekers or a ground unit, so if you didn't like your teammate then most likely you would be stuck with them until you graduated or your teams was seperated for specific reasons. The first level students were sometimes presented with chances to do jobs for the Decepticon army.
Silverstar did not like the sounds of the academy. As she followed her father down the dark hallway of the academy she was constantly shuddering. Of course this did not go unnoticed by Megatron.
He sighed exasperatedly. "The academy will be a good experience for you. Silverstar, you are destined to be the next Decepticon leader, so it is important for you to attend this class. They'll take the weakness out of you." They reached the nursery room which held the third level class would be looked after. Before they entered the room, Megatron bent down to his sparkling; his hard red optics stared at her with a stern expression.
"You are to never remove that visor while others are around. Do you understand?" The statement left no room for questions or objections.
"Yes sir," she squeaked. The silver femme could never understand why she couldn't show her optics to others. What was the big deal?
The Decepticon leader smiled. "Excellent." The door opened and the silver tyrant handed her over to the femme in charge of the daycare center. Her new caretaker was a dark blue femme with the purple Decepticon symbol resting proudly on both of her shoulders and a black helmet covering her head. Her optics were a dark shade of red. She appeared fairly young.
"Take care of her Long Range."
The femme, Long Range nodded her head obediently. "Yes sir, Lord Megatron." With that final order obeyed, he left the academy.
Long Range led Silverstar into the room and set her at a table with three other winged Decepticon sparklings.
The first one was black and purple and he was resting his head on the table. The one next to him was blue and was trying to wake up the first jet transformer. Finally, the last sparkling was red and silver and seemed a little quiet.
Long Range now stood at the head of the class. "Alright class, listen up!" the femme boomed. The mindless chatter of the sparklings soon ended and every pair of optics now concentrated on her. "Greetings, for those of you who don't know, my name is Long Range and I will be your instructor during your training as third level students. From now on you will follow the Decepticon way and we will mold you into the model 'Con."
The femme held up a silver disk. "This is a recording from one of our Decepticon raids. For the next several hours, you will be watching this. Your first assignment is to point out the mistakes made by the Decepticon and Autobot factions."
The teacher turned off the lights and a screen flickered to life. Seekers were first seen flying overhead and dropping several large bombs around an Autobot base. A few of the bombs had hit critical points on the base, while a few barely made their marks. Smoke clouds billowed from the sky. Several groups of ground units attacked the Autobots that had come pouring out of the base. Megatron was in the air firing several rounds at some of the Autobots and cackling madly.
One Decepticon seeker was laughing insanely as he shot missiles at the base. He had a grey and white body with a medium build. According to the movie, he was called Storm Cloud. The arrogant seeker was too busy shooting to notice a red Autobot mech firing at him repeatedly.
'He was the same mech who got into my nursery!' thought Silverstar. 'I think he's called Ironhide. Wow, he's got good aim.'
Storm Cloud was shot multiple times in his left wing and then went spiraling towards Cybertron. The rest of the movie seemed like a repeat of the same thing.
Before the movie was halfway done, she and three other seekers were drifting in and out of stasis. In a matter of minutes all four of the seekers were in complete stasis, and one of them was snoring loud enough to interrupt the fight scene.
Long Range took aim at a vacant desk and blew it up. The senseless destruction was enough to wake up the drowsy sparklings and scare the rest of the class.
"Did I interrupt your sleep?" she asked them in mock concern.
"No ma'am," the blue seeker replied.
"No," the red and silver seeker said.
"No," Silverstar squeaked.
"Yeah, you kinda' did," said the black and purple seeker while lazily rubbing his optics.
The entire class looked at the table of seekers in shock. Their instructor, Long Range was known for her short temper and like every other teacher she was unfair.
"Okay, well I assure you Skywarp that all four of you will have a chance to catch up on your stasis after you've run drills, double time!" The blue femme shrieked.
The four seekers looked surprised at their punishment. "But--" the red seeker began.
"I suggest you get moving if you don't want to miss the next energon serving." The four sparklings left the room to go run drills on the training grounds.
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"Is she always this angry?" Silverstar asked, in between dodging projectiles in flight. The training drills for third level students were composed mainly of running obstacle courses and target practice.
"Nah, you should see her on a bad day," Skywarp grinned as he teleported out of the way of a stray projectile.
"Why do we have to pay for your idiocy Skywarp?!" the red seeker screeched at the black and purple seeker. "This is ridiculous." The angry seeker let loose another round of bullets from his practice gun. As he fired at the Autobot-shaped targets, he pretended that many of them were either cutouts of Megatron or his idiotic brother. (A/N: Tiny evil!! XD)
"That teacher had it coming," Skywarp defended.
The blue seeker, who had been listening to the argument, chuckled. "You gotta admit, 'Screamer, it was pretty funny."
"How long do we have to put up with her," Silverstar asked as she landed and transformed.
"Just a couple more centuries and then we become second level students; uh what's your name?" The blue seeker asked as he took a break from target practice.
"It's Silverstar. What do I call you guys?"
"Skywarp."
"Thundercracker."
"Starscream."
"Ya know I heard a rumor about you, Silver," Skwarp began. "Some kids said that you were Megatron's sparkling. Is that true?"
The silver jet nodded. "Megatron is my creator." She could've sworn that she saw Starscream shudder at hearing her creator's name, but she didn't think much of it.
Skywarp put on a cheesy grin and bowed dramatically to Silverstar. "Well your majesty, feel like helping us to get back at the instructor?"
"Won't we get in trouble?" the little femme asked.
"Only if we're caught." Thundercracker grinned.
Silverstar smiled slightly. "Alright."
"Perfect!" Skywarp exclaimed. He motioned for the remaining seekers to huddle together. "Now here's what we do…"
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It was mid-day on Cybertron when the students were given a break. Thousands of students piled outside into the academy courtyard and began to talk idly amongst their own cliques. While they were busy discussing how powerful they were or how they couldn't wait to scrap the Autobots when they were older, they failed to notice four seekers carrying several materials.
"So does everyone know their part?" the teleporting seeker asked. The remaining seekers nodded.
Skywarp grinned. "Alright Thundercracker, 'Screamer, you guys cause the distraction while Star and I set up."
Starscream grunted and flew off followed by his by his blue brother. The two seekers flew towards the playground and landed by the side of a school building. They had 'borrowed' some practice guns from one of the weapons classes; no one would ever notice that they were missing. Both seekers took aim at a group of second level students and fired off a quick round of shots. The two seekers took off for the roof while the other students began to get into a brawl with one another.
"I hope 'Warp and Star have their parts set up," Thundercracker said as he watched the mayhem happening down below.
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"Almost done with the door, Silverstar?" Skywarp asked as he set up the final part of the prank.
"Yeah, so what now?"
The black and purple seeker grabbed her hand and teleported her to the outside of their classroom. "Now I need you to get the teacher out of the room." He then raised himself towards the ceiling and hovered there quietly.
The silver femme knocked on the door hesitantly and was greeted by the sight of an irritated Long Range. "Yes?" she asked as calmly as possible.
"There's a fight going on outside in the school yard." the young seeker said.
The blue femme groaned. "Oh for the love of Primus…" and swiftly marched out of the classroom while sending off a string of Cybertronian curses.
Skywarp dropped to the ground and teleported both him and Silverstar to the school rooftop. The four seekers waited excitedly for the show to begin.
The saw their instructor open the door and a large bucket of low-grade energon fell on top of her head, soaking her in the pink fluid.
"WHAT THE FRAG!?!" the blue femme thundered. The fighting stopped abruptly and several hundred pairs of maroon optics turned towards the angry instructor.
Long Range stepped forward only to step on a board with wheels. She began to roll forward with her arms flailing wildly just trying to find some way to gain control of her movements. This sight came to an end when she crashed into a fence and knocked unconscious.
The students stared at the sprawled out, energon soaked teacher who lay on the other side of the courtyard. Then laughter erupted from the entire grounds; those who didn't witness the display would hear about it before the day was over.
On the rooftop, four little seekers were laughing their afts off at what they had done. Well, three were laughing and Starscream seemed to be cackling maliciously; quite unnerving for a young sparkling to do so.
'I think I'll be okay for the next few centuries,' Silverstar thought. She didn't like the academy, but she certainly liked hanging out with these mechs.
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