Cyclonus

Author's Foreword:

... which is this one! I honestly didn't know what to write so I just winged it. Turned out rather, um, interesting. I honestly did not expect anybody to laugh at that but C.M.D. did, which surprised the hell out of me. Is it just me or everybody thinks that their fanfics are crap when they first write them? Or is it just the people with low self esteem? Or both? I don't get it! C.M.D. keeps saying that some of her stuff is just plain out stupid (paraphrasing of course) but come on, we all know that is not the case! Help me convince her that her stuff is actually good! In any case, then i got stuck for a very long time on Blitzwing's ...

"Curious design."

"Will you stop looking at this pile of disassembled junk and …"

"Assemble me at once!"

Sliptstream didn't visit Shockwave much during his working hours for a very good reason – every time she walked into medbay there was always something weird or just disturbing going on. This time was no different. Blitzwing and Lugnut walked in with a huge bag of disassembled parts: arms, legs, torso and a very annoying head that was now so rudely speaking to her.

"Can't you call it a night?"

"I am sorry Slipstream but Megatron has ordered me to reassemble this one and study its design. I will work as fast as I can, I promise."

"You would work faster if she was not here."

"And he would be enjoying his time off if you weren't here, conehead."

"I am Cyclonus! You dare to call yourself a Dece…"

"All right, chill, Conehead. Hm, maybe I could empty the inside and make a half decent cup for myself."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Shooooockwaaaaaaave, sweeeeeeeety, can I …"

"There is no way you can allow this!"

"Hm," the CMO looked at the two and then said, "Lord Megatron did not give me instructions on what to do next so after I assemble him, perhaps, I could take him apart and …"

"WHAT?"

"Oh, Shockwave, you are so …"

"Arrant! I will not allow myself to be subjugated to such treatment!"

"Listen," the Decepticon took Cyclonus' head in his arms, brought it close to his face with a malevolent glint in his optic, slightly scaring the damaged transformer, "At this point in time, you constitute nothing more than a dreadful job for me to do when I can be doing much important things …"

Slipstream felt a slight blush overcome her facial plates.

"… so if you would be so kind to keep your vocal circuits muted, this already exasperating process would be at least a quarter done already. Your other only option is me putting you offline. Do we have an understanding?"

"Temporary offline? Oh, Shockwave, you are so imaginative! It certainly beats Chaarball!"

"Understood, I will keep quiet."

"Of course unless I ask you questions, that is the only time you are allowed to speak."

"Can we use your helmet as a pop-coil bowl? Pleeeeease?"

"No."

"Cyclonus, would you be so kind to tell me when you were made and who designed you?"

"Ga… I cannot tell."

"May I inquire as to why not?"

"Ga, Ga, I think I met a Gaga back on Earth. Oh, no, wait, sorry, that's Lady Gaga. By the All-Spark what is wrong with humans? Oh! Sorry, go on."

"You listen to organic's compositions?"

"Never again."

"Indeed."

"Huh? What do you know about their scrap?"

"It became a form of torture."

"Really? When?"

"Some time."

"You …"

"I have completed the scans. Now, let us assemble you."

In silence, as Shockwave was welding together the warrior, Slipstream slowly walked around the room, looking at what the CMO had in his drawers. Turns out, the contents were a lot more interesting than she originally thought. There were Megatron's vocal circuits which brought back quite an interesting memory, an endoscope, a piece of Soundwave's armor, a bottle of …

"Hm, this should be interesting," the seeker whispered, carefully sneaking the bottle out of the drawer not to alert the medic.

"Slipstream, would you be so kind to help me?"

"Oh, sure Shockwave! What do you need me to do?"

"Could you fill up these tanks," the Decepticon showed the seeker a number of empty tanks inside of Cyclonnus' torso, "One, two, three and four with joint liquid? The bottles should be in the drawer you were just standing next to."

"Ok! Be right back!" Slipstream turned around to come to the drawers again and couldn't help but grin widely. Oh yes, she would fill up those tanks. As she was pouring the liquid, the seeker equally divided the contents of the bottle she stole in all 4 containers.

"All done here!"

"All right, now this part goes over here, just a little support here and this goes inside here and we are done! Try to move."

"This is perfect assemblage. I will report to Lord Ga… Lord Megatron at once!"

"Aw, we didn't get to use your arms as pooper-scoopers. Go ahead! Report to Lady Gaga!"

Completely ignoring the fembot, Cyclonus marched out of medbay to see the Decepticon Leader. Slipstream grabbed Shockwave by his servo and began dragging him out in the hall.

"What trouble will you cause this time?"

"Me? Trouble? Whatever you are talking about?"

"Indeed?"

"Say, Shockwave, how often does his joint liquid change takes place?"

"Every cycle, why?"

"No reason. Ready for our date?" Slipstream asked her partner, hiding a bottle with the marker 'frictionless' on its side.

"… this is all I can say, Megatron."

"I see. Well, I am not foolish enough to deny another powerful soldier such as yourself to join my ranks so you are welcome to stay with us."

"Indeed I shall," Cyclonus raised his hand, "All hail Galva… Megatro…"

Both mechs looked at his arm as it continued to spin at the joint.

"I can't stop it! Ah! My helm!"

Cyclonus tried to stop his helm from spinning but he only found it to be detrimental to his state, because not only did it begin to rotate faster, his servos and legs -his whole body!- started to spin wildly as well. It was like watching a huge purple amoeba screaming, cursing and writhing uncontrollably on the floor.

"We shall use you as a distraction."

"CURSES!"

Author's Notes:

Curses indeed! The next one shall be the last in my part of the series! Go look up the rest of the series AND the spectacular ending on C.M.D.'s page! Link in my profile. Beware! For the ending will be ...

Thanks to C.M.D. for reading, reviewing, editing, laughing, talking, breathing, etc etc etc.