Totally forgot about this until I looked at the sheet I wrote up for the story. Then I realized I was behind schedule. Again. I seriously need to invest in a planner or something. Oh well…On with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own crap. Except for Sonya, she's mine.
"You stupid fragging little human pest! Do you know what kind of insult you deal the Decepticons?! Stupid filth!" Megatron yelled at me as he held me in his fist, which was constricting further and further with each word. "Well maybe if you called off the demon cat I wouldn't be stuck riding the damn thing around so I don't get eaten!" I yelled back at him, tired of his crap. I'm tired, I'm homesick, and I just want to go home and see my family. "How dare you speak to me like that you worthless little…." "WELL I MAY BE WORTHLESS BUT AT LEAST PEOPLE LIKE ME! THE ONLY ONE THAT ACTUALLY LIKES YOU HERE IS SOUNDWAVE!" There. I said it. And from what I'd seen so far, it was true. Okay, maybe Barricade liked him, but I wasn't about to go up to him and ask. Everyone else was either faking or they *cough*Starscream*cough* blatantly said they didn't like him. Not that Screechy was one to talk.
He stopped moving, the only sounds around being his and Ravage's mechanisms whirring around. In that silence I thought of what he was probably going to do now. And my God I was afraid. I don't want to die. I really don't. But I couldn't just sit and take that garbage about 'disrespecting the Decepticons'. Although looking back, that most likely wasn't the best thing to instigate your demise over. His eyes (or whatever they called them) dimmed for a minute and then came back to their regular color. He brought his hand up so that I was at eye level with him. "You are very lucky that you are of no value dead." From behind I heard the tell-tale sounds of giant footsteps.
Craning my neck, I saw Soundwave standing there. "Apologies required. Apology sent." Megatron roughly handed me over to the other mech and smirked. "You are forgiven, Soundwave. I do suggest you keep that thing under better supervision in the future, however. Should another incident happen I will be forced to teminate her." Yeah right, he'd love to do it. As he walked away I did my best to hiss at him. But that didn't really work considering he had technically won the argument in the long run. It sucks when your opponent is a walking super computer. "Unintelligent organic. Disrespecting Lord Megatron forbidden." Scowling, though not at him, I glared at the wall. In truth I didn't have much against Soundwave. Honestly, the whole mess was my fault. Next time I'll just have to plan better. And perhaps highjack a gun or something while I'm at it. I smirked at the mental image of blasting Ravage away. Looking down, I flipped off the offending cat from my perch, which caused the thing to growl at me.
My punishment was to be put in a room that was the robot alien equivalent of a bedroom. What little furniture in the room was completely barren of any kind of personalization and the walls were a dull shade grey. For hours on end there was absolutely no one in the room, except for the occasional visit from Frenzy or Rumble to bring me food, and I had to amuse myself by kicking around a bolt I found on the floor. The only other thing there that I could entertain myself with was a giant pad that if you ran your foot along it would draw your motions. It didn't take me long to figure out how to make pictures on the screen. I abandoned the bolt-kicking for the much more stimulating activity of drawing scenes that came to mind. One picture that I found myelf drawing again and again was my house and family. After a full day of whatever he was doing, Soundwave came in to find me still playing on that.
Thankfully he didn't take it away, just looked over what I was doing (which was a drawing of Starscream chasing around Sam with a giant butcher knife) and moved on. I giggled to myself as I stepped on a button that was to the side of the pad. I had figured out that if you pressed it you could flip back and forth to other pages. The new one was a doodle of Megatron with his head stuck up in his…I switched the drawing back as Soundwave re-entered the room.
"We've located the base and are now awaiting your instructions." Lennox addressed Keller and Optimus Prime. They had both come together to talk over the strategies for retrieving the two young humans. Keller, who had been waiting for a chance to talk to the Autobot Commander, set in without beating around the bush. "Optimus, we have to get those kids back as soon as possible. The Witwicky family at least knows about all of this business, but it's getting harder and harder to get the Becker family to stay calm. That mother almost beat one of the soldiers with a broom in hysterics!" Optimus, who had come to understand better about human behavior and their sense of humor, did his best not to show how that amused him.
"I understand Mr. Keller, but we can't attack them randomly. If we were to try a frontal attack at this point, we would put both of their lives in danger. We have to wait until we've gathered more information about this base and the status of the children." It pained him to even consider that they had been hurt. He wouldn't even entertain the idea that they were…no. And especially now since there was a life at stake that had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. They could not afford to let either of these people be killed because of their war. He would find a way to make this right. "Well, Mr. Keller, I think we'd better get ready. This fight will not be easy."
Keller looked up at the giant mech that had been fighting for the last billion years. "Has war ever been easy?"
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hours and the Decepticons were ready. They had been searching for a channel they could make contact with the Autobots with but had thus far gotten nowhere. Frenzy managed to get Megatron to settle for a line through the military. It was no secret to them that the Autobots, being the goody-goods they were, would love to help out this puny little planet. After several hours of Frenzy and Rumble arguing with a stubborn army communications officer, they finally got a link directly to the NEST headquarters. Megatron appeared on the screen of the computer that had been set up for this negotiation. Optimus and the rest of the NEST team stood waiting for what the Deceticreep (as Sam so loved calling them) would say."Optimus Prime, long time no see." Optimus suppressed his glare. "Yes, I believe the last time I saw you Megatron, I was killing the Fallen." If this angered Megatron he didn't show it. "In any case, this isn't what we're here. The two humans we have taken have some value to you. We're willing to exchange them for certain items that you can provide." Ratchet, who had been having a nervous breakdown through most of the time the two humans had been taken, fidgeted in his place. He was worried about Sam and the girl that Sideswipe had rescued. He'd been researching humans since they had first arrived in earth's galaxy and he knew that they were very fragile creatures.
Optimus gave a silent motion for Ratchet to relax and turned his attention back to the screen in front of him. "What are your demands, Megatron?" Megatron, who had been watching the medic in the background, sneered at his discomfort. "For the Witwicky boy, I want the other fragment of the Allspark." He paused and then reached for something off screen. "And this human femme has been causing me a bit of trouble. So I want her grief paid back in full. I want you, Optimus Prime, to come out to the original capture site alone and unarmed." Optimus was silent as the other Autobots began in cybertronian to express their outrage.
Ratchet and Ironhide pulled Optimus aside. "Prime, you can't do this. Who knows what will happen if you do. You are the only mech than can keep the hope of the Autobots alive. It's only because of you and your leadership that we've come this far." Ratchet said as he kept an eye on the others. "That fraggin' little glitchhead is going to kill you if you go out there." Ironhide added in, though from the dent in his helm that came only moments later from Ratchet showed he did not appreciate Ironhide's help.
Optimus silenced both of them with a look they had long ago come respect. "It's not a matter of whether or not I should go. It all depends on the Decepticons letting those children go unharmed. We can't afford anymore lives to be lost because of a war they shouldn't be involved in. If going means they will be returned, so be it."
Ironhide snorted at that. "Since when do Decepticons keep promises?" Optimus turned to him. "Since when do Autobots forsake their honor?" Ratchet would have smiled had it not been such a dire matter they were discussing. Trust Optimus to know how to shut Ironhide up.
So what do you think? I noticed that the last chapter had little/no mention from the Autobots so I thought I'd put them in to this one. Looking over the story plot sheet I wrote up, I think I made good progress. Although now I have to put the next schedule ahead of time to make sure I don't fall behind again. Anywho, please review or pm me so I can get your feedback on what you think!