Author's note: This fits in with my "Project Synergy" series. If you want to read more about Synergy's adventures, please check out my profile.
Prompt: Song "Bang Bang" by Nancy Sinatra
Chapter summary: "You know that I have never sanctioned infanticide. But if you don't bring your progeny under control, I may reconsider that sentiment."

Bang Bang

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Megatron stretched languidly as the holographic 3D game board materialized in front of him. "You know," he told the ship's AI, "I feel like going easy on you tonight."

A melodic sound answered him. "Appreciated," she purred.

As ill luck would have it, his chance at a witty reply was thwarted by the shrill alarm sound suddenly going off at a ship-wide frequency.

"Weapon fire in Sector C-5," the computer reported, projection a highlighted map right onto Megatron's HUD.

He was the ranking officer in the vicinity – well, all the better! With a growl, Megatron marched out of his quarters, determined to get himself a piece of the miscreant taking out their trigger-happiness on his flagship.

The old surveillance room was empty – except for the three small, blurry figures zig-zagging around in it. Two of them stayed firmly on the ground, but the third was hovering under the ceiling, firing tiny, arm-mounted laser guns while happily crying "Bang, bang!"

Scowling, Megatron transmitted his access codes to cease the alert, together with a testy comm. message to Soundwave and Thundercracker. Then, with battle-honed speed, he stepped into the room, grabbing one of the grounders by the scruff of their neck as they darted by while simultaneously using his other hand to pluck the little flyer out of the air.

The result was a choir of protesting howls and squeals which died down quickly as they realized whom they were up against.

"Synergy," Megatron growled. "Rumble. Frenzy." He leveled a stern glare at the cassette hiding underneath an out of order console. "Explain yourselves."

"Uh… hi, boss." Rumble waved sheepishly, dangling to and fro. "Uhm, you see, buzz boy here just figured out how to use his cannons, so we thought we'd help him train a bit?"

"We have a shooting range for that," Megatron said.

Frenzy, peeping out from under the console, snorted. "Yeah, right. Not gonna happen with Roadrunner and The Hooligan down there."

"Couldn't bring the little dragonfly close to them, right?" Rumble concluded.

That was an… amazingly reasonable argument. Thoughtfully, Megatron regarded the little flyer in his grip. Synergy ducked his head under the inspection, tiny guns still smoking from overzealous use.

Megatron turned at the hiss of the opening door and found himself optic to optic with Thundercracker and Soundwave. Both stopped abruptly in their tracks when they found their path blocked, and Megatron wasted no time, pushing both mini-mechs into their baffled caretakers' arms.

"You know that I have never sanctioned infanticide," he said. "But if you don't bring your progeny under control, I may reconsider that sentiment."

Soundwave cocked his head, looking back and forth between his cassettes. "Full support; granted," he droned.

Megatron stoically dialed down his audio receptors against the voluble objection that followed. Simultaneously, he sent an order to his SIC to start devising a sparkling-friendly schedule for their shooting range. Until he reached a final decision on the infanticide question, there was a future warrior to be trained.

*Fin*

Word count: 497
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