Chapter 6: A Passing Breeze
A/N: Sorry for the very late update, I had a lot of things to do at work, problems to untangle and mental blocks to eat. There are more swear words inside just to warn you, and I'll probably maintain it in the future, but I hope you enjoy this chapter even if it's lacking substance (too many things on my mind right now) XP
Note: Greta Garbo is a silent film actress, in case anyone didn't know.
"Wait, wait, wait…he-…he GROUNDED you? Megatron, GROUNDED you?"
The mechs leaned back in their seats to get a better view of the sulking red seeker, watching her energon cube and its glowing contents playing against her visage. Skywarp popped his mouth open and raised a finger without activating his vocaliser, waiting for the words to process in his cerebral board.
"So….eh….whatcha' you gonna do? I mean, I don't think you can stay here feelin' the cabin fever, I mean, how fast will it grow and when can you-" Skywarp paused when his blue wingmate discontinued his own brand of silence. "Um, 'Warp, I think we should talk about this in a more private place. Right 'Screamer?"
Starscream couldn't agree more with sixty odd pairs of optics in the mess hall glued to spark's presence in her cockpit, having not seen a spark bearing female in four million years. Even the smaller Cassetticons innocently tilted their heads to one side, trying to comprehend the workings of a female body; Frenzy earned himself a hard slap on the head by a navy blue hand, after pointing and whispering indiscreetly. The red jet straightened her legs to waltz along the males, audaciously manoeuvring herself between their seats. Some shrunk away into their rations, others dipped their chins into their chests or literally cowered in her presence, trepid of anything unusual to happen to the femme con. Starscream thought she saw one of the Reflector triplets clenching his shutter tightly.
"WHAT in the Pit is WRONG with you all?" Starscream waved her arms as if she wasn't under enough scrutiny. "Are you all AFRAID of one pre-shelled Transformer?"
Starscream turned to the voice belonging to the purple Cassetticon. "It'z different now, 'Screamer…"
Dirge piped up from his vegetative state in the Conehead trine. "That's Megatron's spark and it's our duty to guard and protect it. Any harm it gets will bring dire consequences, (dire consequences)…"
"…Oh reaaaally…" the rustle of shivering mechs clattered across the hall when she deftly nipped one of Rumble's miniscule weaponry, raising cries of clamour and dread against the gun aimed at her chest. The aerial commander's lopsided grin joined her angry countenance and she flicked the trinket back to its owner, marching out of the room with a few words of advice for the canteen's population.
"I can't even use that puny peashooter you moronic BOOBS, and you're ALL SO PREDICTABLE!" Starscream grumbled her way out of the mess hall, leaving the rest of the Decepticons stunned, until one purple seeker sniggered the silence away.
"…Eh-heh-huh-huh…she-…she called us BOOBS…(eh-heh-heh)…er…" Skywarp stopped his giggling when sixty odd pairs of optics glared in his direction. Thundercracker hard-heartedly disregarded his comrade's fate and stood up to follow his aerial commander, tracking her to the singular most immaculate room inhabited among the seekers. The door revealed his wingmate perusing a data pad belonging to the lengthy stack lined up on her desk. Despite the added company, Starscream continued her habitual mutterings to herself, listing the events that irked her.
"(Mechs all of them I'll show them-) What do you want Thundercracker-(moronic stupidity everywhere never eluding me-!)" The winged mech and his 'moronic stupidity' placed himself on her recharge berth as she categorised her troubles, from the uncomfortable harassment to the aggravated disasters of her life, while she remained the faultless victim. The warrior sat in awe of the injustices that plagued his aerial commander day in and day out, drawing a tight lip along with a pair of raised optics to grace his countenance. Sharp fingers ceased its pernicious keyboard stabbing when the azure jet maintained his soundless existence.
"What do you want, Garbocracker?" Starscream's turned to flash an insult, which became lost and neglected to a blocky hand patting the empty space beside the smiling blue seeker. Achieving no response, he started stroking the flat metal in a circular motion with his palm, stopping only when Starscream planted her bottom in its place. "The name's TC-"
"The name's TC because everyone told you so," she cut short his introduction. "…Why do you think you're here?"
"Because I want to know," Thundercracker rested his weight on his back, looking where the wall ended and the ceiling started. "I want to know why I died. I shot myself, and I know it was for you, but that's it really."
The blue Decepticon turned to arrest her gaze, but Starscream was looking elsewhere. "…You were a stupid fool playing the game of unrequited love; and to think you chose the losing team when you knew better. You don't know how many times I've warned you in your previous life: I don't like you I don't hate you, there is nothing between us, love is this, I'm not your love blah blah blah-"
"I'm your older brother, figuratively speaking," the mech was quite surprised as Starscream was when he placed his hand on her shoulder. "Well, if you need anything, I'm here for you."
The last sentence stole the female's optics from the corner of her recharge bed. "…You've only been online for a few months. What the slag are you on?"
"Nothing. I just think Transformers shouldn't mess around with their siblings, not even if your metaphorical sister has (quote Skywarp), the hottest set of legs in the galaxy," the nihilism slowly started to wear off the femme con's visage. "Just saying…if you need a shoulder to bitch and complain to, mine's always here, all right? I won't die for you twice, but I can do this much."
Starscream had no disagreement when Thundercracker pulled her head to his chest, slowly being won over by the bond she dearly missed in her wingmate. 'It used to be like this TC…and I hope you'll never have to learn that lesson again-'
"'Course, my audio sensors will be turned off when you start your yappin'," Starscream's expression took a drastic change, being neglected and ignored by yours truly. "And when you're waxing your aft, there's nothing wrong with your big bro watching, 'cause I'm just making sure you clean that tailgate nice and fine. If there's any hard-to-reach places just-"
"Stupid shit-!" Starscream's hand playfully shoved the blue mech's cheek as fast as his tongue was wagging. "You're starting to sound like Skywarp, slagging jerk-off!"
"Join the club!" Thundercracker caught another palm on his chest, and pressed them against his cockpit to prevent the livid femme con from clawing the glass. The duo stopped struggling when they threw each other off the recharge berth, ending up as a blue and red mess on the floor. "You never learn!"
"Hey, online for less than a vorn and I hear we hardly see females? I'd grab the chance before it stomps the paint off my body!"
Wanting to enjoy the crude joke and pummel the blue jet at the same time, Starscream stopped her fists when a purple seeker crumpled to the floor next to them. Skywarp looked up at his limb-tangled wingmates with only one thing in mind.
"…No one can take a joke…gedda' room…" Skywarp succumbed to his injuries and collapsed from the weight of his head. Starscream glared daggers at their unconscious wingmate. "…We're already in a room…"
"But…" Thundercracker's tone took a more serious note. "Megatron took away your null rays and limited your access around the Nemesis…doesn't that make you…vulnerable? No offence 'Screamer, but you're not exactly Miss Popular."
Starscream's sombre expression reflected on her wingmates concern. "Well, I've managed to gain some leverage on my 'imprisonment'. For one, I'm not totally defenceless…" a dark look shadowed her chiselled smirk, giving Thundercracker a good idea of her perniciousness. "Point taken ma'am!"
"And I can't stand being around Megatron as much as he can with me, so he's allowed me some flying grounds within a (limited) perimeter around the Nemesis…with two escorts. No surprise as to who will spare they're free time out of duty…?" the femme con's rare but existing angelic nature teasingly rubbed wings with the aqua seeker, but Starscream's look rapidly turned sour at the blue warrior's lip waggling. "Um…our schedules have been rearranged for the months to come…and…"
"…(Let me guess). "You and Skywarp have been reassigned to other teams, and with separate schedules, you'll both have little to no time for our trine." Thundercracker looked helplessly at the femme con sighing into the palms of her hands. "…We'll contact you when we're both free."
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Okey dokey then. If this helps me, why not? All I have here are datapads to keep me company, everyone's flying outside to fight and smoke the air with the remains of our enemies. It's our duty, it's what we do. We're soldiers. We're honourable Decepticons, we are warriors…
…Warriors. Growing sparks. I was quite surprised myself when I found out. Never thought it would come to this. How could this happen? Well, how could this happen with Megatron, of all Transformers. Normal circumstances state that it takes two compatible sparks to create a new Transformer; to have a 'deep' connection of some sort. I thought maybe Jay and I had a connection. Maybe. Oh poppycock. If only he was on my side. I guess Megatron and I were made for each other (geugh)…(Ho-hum...)…
…INCOMPATIBLE WITH EVERY FEMALE ON THE PLANET EXCEPT ME? IT'S A LIE! YOU HAVE BASTARD SPARKLINGS LITTERED ALL OVER THE PLACE! YOU'RE A MECH OF AN ENTIRE ARMY, YOU GET AROUND! YOU GET AROUND! STAYING HERE LOCKED UP LIKE SOME KINDS OF ROBOCANARY! It's okay, breathe Starscream, work your ventilation systems Starscream, it's only the sky, it's only the element you strive in-) SLAGSLAGBURNINGSLAGSLAGSLAGSLAGSLAGSLAAAAAG!
…THERE.
Alllllll better now. I'll just, do my DESK work, guzzle energon for my little sprog growing inside me…make everyone's lives a living hell, all for this sparkling. Apparently this, thing is going to affect my mental relay systems. Apparently. Great. So I'll just…just…I…I…I'm thirsty. Carrying another spark really…energon-…really gets you thirsty. No, I'm upset because Megatron CAGED me here. I can't go out, who knows what he has installed for me outside. If I do manage to sneak out undetected, Megatron's not going to let me back in. 'Report to me every two Earth hours!' What is he, my nannybot? (Okay, okay, this IS Megatron's 'one and only' legacy to the Decepticon empire, so it is pretty important). I know he will make me suffer if I disobey him. How long can I last in this stupid…by the Pit I'm thirsty. Let's see.
…Fourty-one percent 'till energon depletion? I had some two days ago! This is a mistake, I don't usually expend this much fuel-
…Slag. Okay. Thirsty. Must. Have. Energon. Must…(must take Megatron's quality stash hidden somewhere…ooh…thinking about it gives me the surges…)
Yes. My sparkling needs (and gets) ONLY the best!
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…He let me have some.
Megatron, LET me have some of his premium energon.
…All hail Megatron! GREATEST leader of the Decepticons (for now)!
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Two human months sail by, only to feed Starscream's bottomless appetite for the limitless skies outside the Decepticon headquarters. Riding the winds above the sea, Lightburst's feet caught the platform to the Nemesis, swallowing the tiny Cassetticon into the underwater base. As soon as she entered the purple halls, the femme con yipped to a corner, barely avoiding a gestalt team careening down the floors, the walls and even the ceiling. Observing the Stunticons crisscrossing each other to a near-collision, Lightburst clipped on her faceplate and visors more out of trepidation than safety. A casual stroll to her destination soothed her fuel pump, greeting her superiors or like-minded peers who bothered to acknowledge her puny existence. Rumble and Frenzy didn't miss her jerky, flustered movements as she skittered pass them. Especially Frenzy and his lengthened arms.
"Hey baby, wanna play doctor? I'll make ya' allllll better! Hyeh ha ha ha!"
She liked Ravage more. Taking to flight from Soundwave's bipedal cassettes, the femme con escaped from one bully to another when she entered the surveillance room to join her sisters. Nipped in mid-flutter by the ankles, the small Decepticon dangled from the pointed blue fingertips like an insect, squealing in captured fright and pain.
"Where'd you go poppet? Did your mommy send you on another 'secret mission' or somethin'?" Rev feverously shook the Cassetticon like an unravelled yo-yo when she failed to deliver the answers the automobile wanted to hear. "C'mon, you know 'Screamer can't go for outies with Mega-Junior inside her! I bet she did! C'mon Pinkycon, tell us!"
Lightburst knew that the discretion applied to these informal errands would be sorely defeated if she blatantly admitted them. The minute female's vision rolled when her captor tossed her into the air, somersaulting into another pair of hands almost identical to the previous owner.
"C'mon Rev, she's only like, this high," 'Celerate petted the confused femme con, but her sister snatched their minute team mate, mimicking her sister's previous actions with zealous endearment.
"I KNOW that, duh, I was just wondering, that's all," Rev brought the agitated Cassetticon to her face and gave her a mocking hard look. "Okay Lighty, I won't ask what you do, as long as you've nothing to hide. So. What did Commander mummy make you do?"
"She-…she-" Lightburst recalled her recited lines. "My mum wanted me to-to take pictures of the sky and-and enjoy flying (and stuff)-"
"LIE! You're LYING!" Rev enthusiastically screeched in assumption on catching Lightburst's bluff, and the cassette's body shifted back into 'Celerate's hands.
"Hey, stop teasing her, she's all scared now! It's only a joke Lightburst-!" Stolen back again, the twins voices boomed and drifted with each pass.
"No she's lying-are you LYING LIGHTY? I CAN SEE PAST YOUR FACE GUARD, what, you'VE GOT A RUSTY RASH OR-"
"HEY! She was in my hANDS! You okay Lightburst, don't worry, we're ONLY JOKing-!"
"Blah blah blah- LIGHTY'S LYING! C'MON SPILL IT-WHOOPS!"
A small gasp echoed the room when the twins missed a beat, and the petite Cassetticon slapped the floor with an unceremonious thud. Scrambling to her knees, the shivering femme con met the other three faces occupying the room, and did was natural to her and the situation she was literally dropped in.
She acted half her name out, and burst into tears.
"O. M. G." Rev looked at her identical sister, and the twins chimed in with immediate effect. "WE'RE SORRY!"
"EEEEEEEEEHHHH!" Lightburst wailed into her moist hands and blindly dashed out of the room, after running into the wall next to the door. A single chair rotated the last Decepticon into view, and her peers turned to look at her dour face.
"We were supposed to be doing our duty in order to test our flexibility in the various tasks presented to us." Tank Girl spoke. "You two are imbecilic."
"(Well, I didn't drop her,)" the Decepticon females took their cue and sat back in their warmed seats, watching the mundane lives in the Nemesis. Midnight spotted Lightburst running into another Cassetticon, slapping the unfortunate Rumble across the face as he stopped them both from falling to the floor. The purple cassette reiterated his name to Lightburst sobbing down the corridor, before tackling his red and black counterpart guffawing at his predicament.
"…Even Lightburst gets confused between the two…" Midnight mumbled to herself. Drawing her optics to another screen, the ultramarine seeker spotted her leader beside Megatron, running her mouth with gusto. Leaning over the dark jet's control board, 'Celerate shared the view with her peer of their aerial commander.
"I set it on mute, so we don't have to hear Commander Starscream bitching and moaning about everything," Midnight shyly turned to the race car. "…He, um…he keeps hitting her-"
"Nah, they just love each other, see?" The surveillance camera espied Starscream's cheek taking another hearty backhand from Megatron. "He used to punch her, but now he's just slaps her. Awwwww…" Unable to fully appreciate the vehicle's unlatched sarcasm, Midnight quietly contemplated the corners that remained out of the camera's view. It was those stunted corners that the red seeker would be dragged into by the tyrant, and after an astrosecond out of prying optics, the couple would resume their duties as if no conflict had conspired before.
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…Five. Months. Five, months, twenty-three days, four hours and seventeen point three seconds.
...Get out. Get out get out getoutgetoutgetout-GET OOOOUUUUUTTTTTTTT! PLEAAASE! If you love your creator, you'll zap yourself out of me so I can fly again! I hardly see Thundercracker and Skywarp now and I'm missing them! I'M ACTUALLY MISSING THOSE GOONS! Please,please, puh-leeeease get out. If you get out, I'll spoil you like those obese children those fleshies own. Ugh, Human procreation. Disgusting, wasteful, messy…pl-lee-e-eeeeease…I'll-I'll do anything! ANYTHING!
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"FREE! FREEEE! FREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Okay 'Screamer, you can stop making us DEAF now! Whaddya do to get on Megatron's good side?"
"More like, who'd she polish to change shifts with one of us?" Starscream was too absorbed with the endless sky to hear Thundercracker's comment, barrel rolling and careening into the wispy clouds. The aerial commander's spontaneity goaded the violet seeker to childishly sway from side-to-side with an idea behind her liberated state. "Dunno TC, but Soundwave changed our rosters today, and now Rumble's taking my shift! Weird, huh?"
"The glitch took your shift on purpose, glitch."
"Yeah, and he didn't take yours. Sucks to be you, huh? Hey-hey!" Skywarp half chuckled, half-grunted at his friend swatting his tailfin with his wing. "That's sexual harassment, ya' dweeb!"
"Don't flatter yourself. I see you wake up every morning and it's bad enough, but the toxic breath? Now that's harsh bro, real harsh-erhf!" Skywarp returned the favour with a good nudge to the blue seeker's side, and the duo broke out into a mock dog fight. The mechs ceased their tail chasing when the air they occupied was missing a third F-15. "Where's the mamasita? She couldn't have wandered far."
"You mean Starscream's going to stay in the limited airspace Megatron's assigned for her? Right." Thundercracker did another scan of their surroundings. "She not on my radar-!"
"Slag, TC. She's just playin' hide and seek…or kissin' a rock or somethin'…being locked up for too long does that to ya' I'd think. Starscream's wearing her necklace she can't remove 'cause Megatron's rigged it and the space around the Nemesis. If Hot Legs flies outta radius, ZAOWIE! She falls into stasis lock from super-headache-causing mind jolt-thingamajig, thanks to her 'present'. Even if she's not conked out yet, she's bound to be lying somewhere. Chekkit."
"Check what-…oh, there she is," Thundercracker landed feet first next to the tangled foliage and sifted himself through the forest. "Hey, 'Warp."
"Whaaaat?" Skywarp nasally moaned at his comrade and made a frustrated loop. "She didn't step on your foot, did she? As far as I know, she's got nothin' on her! No null rays, no tiny missiles, nothin'! She won't go outta range with nothing to defend herself! So if she starts throwin' rocks at ya'-!"
"You do know she's allowed ONE weapon on her, right?"
"Yeah, but we screened her before lift off, and that puny knife couldn't scratch an optic. Why."
"Who's in charge of the devices keeping Starscream in range?"
"Soundwave, why."
"Which one's bigger, Soundwave's cerebral board or Starscream's determination?"
"Why? She ate something bigger than her head again?"
"A large head needs a large necklace." Thundercracker picked up what was left of Starscream's collar and juggled the contents in his hand. "I think our leader must took the wrong measurements…and if I was Starscream, I'd take the components needed to get in and out of the Nemesis."
Skywarp stared blankly at the blue seeker. "I blame Soundwave."
"'Warp-" The purple jet's optics glowered.
"And his flying monkeys. It's all Rumble's fault-" Skywarp continued.
"We have to find her, or it's out sparks on the line." Thundercracker found a suitable clearing and shot out of the local fauna. "(Shouldn't have let her take that surgical knife.)"
"Yoo-hooooo! Boooys!" Thundercracker and Skywarp did a perfect U-turn to find the red seeker, floating in the sky with her arms folded. The rest of the dismantled collar glimmered within her cockpit, catching the sun's rays as the mechs confronted her defiant stance. Thundercracker was the least happy of them all, replying to her sing-song dialogue first. "This ain't funny 'Screamer!"
"Who said it was a joke?" she teasingly smirked at Thundercracker. "Don't worry, I won't go far. My neck was aching, that's all. You boy's trust me…"
"You could have at least TOLD us!" Skywarp barrel-rolled around the stationary blue F-15. "…You gotta come back, I don't wanna suffer THAT much for ya-!"
"Uh, uh, uh…" Starscream gently floated a few meters back. "Let me remind you that you're out of my 'flying zone'."
"So?" the black jet grunted uninterestingly. "So one of you is holding the other part of the necklace. Those parts are fitted with the stasis-inducing mechanism, and the shock range is…oh, just enough to get the both of you." Starscream puckered her lips, wishing she could see their faces right now. "Should I…activate it, or shall we go for a nice cruise?"
The blue and purple seekers glided in their own contempt for an astrosecond, and came to a sound conclusion of the Decepticon army's second-in-command. "Bitch."
"Ooh hoo-hoo, you're so bloody romantic Skywarp, say it again; it makes me tingle allllll over." Starscream reverted back to her jet mode and reassured her wingmates. "Look, we're still a trine, all right? You cover my clouds, and I'll cover your bumbling mistakes, deal?"
"Whatever. So where to, Princess Fluffy-Cakes?" Starscream almost halted her flight course at that last comment. "…What?"
"Yeah, I bet she rubbed Megatron up reaaaaal good to get on his good side again. You know what I mean, when the grown-ups get lonely?" Skywarp added. "What d'ya think he calls her now?"
"Will you idiots just shut up? I like my flights to be quiet and I didn't do anything to-" Starscream's griping was cut short by Thundercracker making a nonchalant smacking sound over the radio.
"I dunno, erh…'The Jet That Warms My Cold Grey Kaboose?'" Skywarp had a better moniker. "My Mega-Metal-Munchkin! Rawwwrrrrrl!"
"Now that's just stup-!"
"The Red Rose Of My Darkest Sky?"
"PRIMUS! WILL YOU TWO-?"
"My Super-Sugar-Bootilicious-Honey-Baby-Fly-Thang?"
"The Chaos Of Passion In My Raging Spark?"
"My-woaAaaAOWoWOWOwAAaAAGHHH!" the seekers save for Starscream tumbled in unison at the shared electromagnetic shocks, leaving the female happily waiting for their recovery. "Eat that, you slimy grease barrels."
"Su-su-su-su-super biIitCh!" Skywarp trembled as the last effects of the collar off, abandoning the unwanted parts of Starscream's necklace into the dense forest below.
"(And that's not my nickname…)" the trio speared their formation through clouds, weaving in-between the Earth's natural landscape on Starscream's modest lead. Having recently revised his wing mates specs in his spare time, Thundercracker peeped a question at his aerial commander with wondering curiosity. "Starscream, you're the fastest flier between the three of us, but-"
"-Why am I flying so slow?" she ended his question. "Don't be a fool like Skywarp. I'm not THE Decepticon aerial commander for nothing if I can't keep you boys in check, (so don't try to keep up with me when I'm flying solo, it will only make you feel inadequate). Primus, how much energon does this sparkling guzzle anyway? I had to refuel so many times this month it's become a chore! I know this is Megatron's first potential heir, but this is more than energon consumption it's…it's…"
"Financial consumption?" Thundercracker hinted. Her defeated sigh resonated through their communicators in the thin air.
"And it's our job to protect it!" Thundercracker grazed Skywarp's wing. "…And you. We don't forget you, hot legs-HOLYFRAGMISSILEMISSILEMISSILEMISSILEWATCHOUTSLAG-!"
In incoming projectile immediately seized Starscream to quick rationale. "TELEPORT US YOU FRAGGING-!"
Scooping his wingmates into his own wing space, Skywarp snatched them from the missile's line of fire to a coveted area within his abilities. Shuffling off the dirt ground, the red and blue seeker recovered from the unwanted queasiness in teleporting.
"A stray missile…" Starscream espied a new crater in the landscape. "A battle must be nearby. I think Megatron's found the Autolosers. A battle…HAH! WELL MEN?"
"Well what?" Skywarp shrugged. The two seekers turned to their blue comrade, popping his foot from the ground. "(Slag Skywarp of all the places to teleport and leave my leg in…)"
"What are you standing around for? Go on, protect your leader!" Starscream impulsively swung her arms to the side with hinted gesture. "There is only one Megatron in this universe!"
"And there'll be no us in this universe if we fail to protect you!" Thundercracker stated. Skywarp second that notion when he realised Starscream's initial command for them. "C'mon baby cakes, it's our-no, YOU'RE our duty!"
The red seeker playfully flicked an open palm to her head, to listen for a familiar call. "The battle sounds heavy. If Megatron's in trouble, he'll be bellowing for-!"
"-kkkht-This is Megatron, calling for reinforcements nearby-rendezvous at my coordinates and-kiiiii-launch an immediate counterattack! -fft-RESPOND!"
The mechs concentrated their optics on Starscream's guise of seraphic innocence, and were left thoroughly unconvinced. "I promise I'll stay roosted like a good robo-hen!"
"Like I'd believe that-" Skywarp razzed.
"-Thundercracker and Skywarp reporting for duty. E.T.A., 1.6 astroseconds." Thundercracker clicked his communicator shut, checking the dark mech's disbelief for the second time. "We'll have to believe her…if not for her own safety." Thundercracker scanned the spark-carrying femme. "Come on 'Warp."
"Wait! Wait! WAIT. What if Megatron finds out we're not here guarding Starscream who's not back in HQ?"
"I'll give you a ring if I feel like going back to base," Starscream threw in a shallow promise. A sharp swivel from a pair of aqua feet brought Thundercracker looking back at his aerial commander again. "You will go back to base shortly."
"Do I smell the stink of insubordination, Thundercracker, or are you feeling ballsy today?" the female hissed to Thundercracker's emptied threat. "It's just some advise 'Screamer, don't read too much into it. Come on 'Warp, let's break some Autobots."
"('Outta warp her body into the GROUND, 'con-) I'm sorry 'Screamer I'm sorry-! Whoa!" two seekers configured themselves into their respected alt modes and launched to the skies, reflecting against Starscream's claret vision.
"Well then. It's time for me to do my thing…" Starscream snapped her own communicator out of her arm. "Femme cons, get ready to make a move…"
A/N: Mummy is British English, and mommy is the American English for mother. I used both to emphasise Rev's pronunciation of the word itself, but I do know some people pronounce these words to the letter. Again, sorry for the long update! This chapter has more words than the last few…