Megatron

Author's Foreword:

... but at first we kinda forgot about it because it was a party kind of setting and we haven't seen many people in a very long time. What was supposed to turn into a party actually turned into ... um ... not a party ... to put it lightly. Eventually we remembered what we had to do so C.M.D. took a piece of paper and we discussed who we want to write about and who is doing whom for sure (Starscream + clones to C.M.D. and Grimlock for me), after we got the list together, ripped it up, took a bowl from chips and drew the names. A friend of ours kept asking us what it was for ... I think we scared the ever-living slag out of her with our reactions when we drew the names ...

It was one hell of a day. First, the constructicons barged in drunk asking for a car-sized watermelon and a shard of the All Spark, then Blitzwing came in because his face was stuck in mid turn. Starscream came in shortly after because Megatron ripped off his limbs and commanded the whole Decepticon crew play Chaarball (a Decepticon sport) with it, followed later by Soundwave who came crawling to him after being reduced to a cassette by the Autobots, again. It never seized to amaze Shockwave as to how many ridiculous problems those "loyal, tough and menacing Decepticons" had.

Now, sitting at the console, he was taking a break from all these absurdities, resting up for his date with …

"Lord Megatron!" Shockwave nearly fell from the chair when he suddenly noticed the Decepticon leader standing in the door way, "Wh-to what do I owe the pleasure, my liege?"

Megatron came closer and pointed at his neck.

"Understood, Lord Megatron, I will immediately begin your examination. If you have anything to say you can write it down on this tablet." Shockwave said as he grabbed some tools. "Please, make yourself comfortable on the berth, my liege."

Megatron took the tablet and sat on the berth. Shockwave couldn't help but notice something weird about the mech. Pretending to think what tools he should use, the ACMO took a more attentive look and found himself a little disturbed and very concerned. The great Decepticon leader's hands were trembling just a bit and his facial plates arranged in a pattern that Shockwave never thought possible to exist in Megatron's data banks.

"What in the name of the All-Spark is going on?" the Decepticon asked himself. After a few more astroseconds of standing there, he finally snapped out of it and begun the examination.

"Do your sensors register any pain, my liege? When you move or anything?"

Megatron shook his head.

"Hm, curious. I do not see any damage to your vocal box. If you would please lie down, my liege. I will be taking a closer look."

Taking his time, examining every nanometer as closely as he could, Shockwave couldn't help but wonder as to what was going on.

"I guess this is more important than my date tonight," the mech thought.

"Seems like someone has tampered with your circuitry."

Upon hearing this, the leader wrote down on the tablet: "Find out who."

"As you wish, Lord Megatron." The Decepticon put aside his tools, and using his claws to do the rest of the work, he performed a number of diagnostics and a registry check. Whoever did this was quite professional -they left barely any traces behind- but Shockwave was better.

"Soon my teal troublemaking seeker... I just have to take care of this first!" Shockwave thought.

"WHAT?" the ACMO yelled out and thought to himself, "but his limbs are torn off! And the others are playing Chaarball with his head!"

"My liege! Allow me to make sure I have the culprit!" Shockwave double-checked, triple-checked; launched another search, but all gave him the same answer.

"Starscream," the mech said.

And then something happened that Shockwave could have never imagined in his entire life.

With a really high pitched voice -that strongly reminded the ACMO of the time when Blitzwing made everyone watch a fleshing film about some Earth male and a bunch of humanoid chipmunks- the great and malevolent Decepticon leader, feared by everyone across the universe for his cruelty, yelled out, "WHAT?".

Quickly realizing what happened, Megatron covered his mouth with both his servos but it was too late; the damage was done.

"L-l … wh-wha … L-lor … a-aaaa … w-wh … eeehh …" Shockwave's lone optic widened so much that it was now half of his face, "b-b-bu … uuu … l-l-l ... M-meg … HUH?"

"FIX THIS! NOW! I WILL OBLITERATE THAT OFFSPRING OF A MECH-HARLOT! BY THE ALL SPARK!"

Still frozen in shock, the mech didn't budge, not that he could. The world as Shockwave knew it, crashed, burned and shattered into trillions of pieces.

P.S. Starscream … how could you …

P.P.S. No …. Shockwave didn't make it for his date … instead he made it to a mental asylum on Chaar … … for quite sometime … but his date visited him ^^ … did you get who it was?

P.P.P.S. Shockwave was unable to finish his work. Megatron ran out of the medbay, screaming and swearing in that voice still, he killed Starscream hundreds of times. So, yes, everybody else heard his voice.

Author's Notes

Well, there you have it! Getting closer to the finish line! Except we are not! Why? Because you STILL have not yet checked out C.M.D.'s part of this series! How can you do this to her? HOW? You people should be ashamed of yourselves! If not for the series than for dozens of other works you must check her out!

Why are you going to check her out? The answer is easy: a tactical nuclear warhead does not need precision and I know where all you people live! MAUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Thanks to C.M.D. for editing and reviewing, a big hug!