Chapter 25: Verbindung
Professor Farnsworth voice: Good news, everyone! I finished God of War 3! :D now I gotta finish this story :p
"So let me get this straight: We lost the seer on account of an incubus and a siren!" Shockwave cleared his vocals before trying to calm him down.
"S-Sir, you know very well a siren's song affects everyone..." Megatron only glared at his spy in response.
"If I recall, Shockwave, you lost your fledgling during this time as well..." Shockwave walked back, ashamed. Hook was the only one not afraid of the vampire's wrath, holding himself in a laid-back pose. Cyclonus snarled at the medic.
"Why do you not bow down to your leader, you revolting warlock?" Hook only raised an optic ridge behind his visors before adjusting them.
"Because, you over-zealous slag-heap, I did my job and followed my orders thoroughly unlike the rest of you. Therefore, I am not at the end of His Magesty's wrath like you all are..." Before Cyclonus could respond, Megatron gave his own reply.
"Do not jump to conclusions, my dear warlock. How do I know you did your job well?" Hook stood there calmly before taking a seat on the nearby chair, much to everyone's shock. He crossed his legs as he twirled a syringe in his hand.
"Well, first of all, my liege, I made that little traitor of yours a virgin. Sure, it was a shame you can only do that spell on a person once, but I did my part... Secondly, your little errand-bot Swindle is on his way to making a full recovery by tomorrow..." Without warning, he threw the syringe at the vampire leader, making the whole room burst into chaos. In a few seconds, Hook was pinned to the floor, with Cyclonus pressing one of his swords to his throat. Megatron, who didn't even blink, turned and pulled the syringe off his throne. Looking at it more closely, he saw what kind of syringe it was, and blinked.
"Is this what I think it is, Hook?" The medic smirked, despite the fact he was mere inches from getting beheaded.
"That it is, sir... That it is..." With a wave of Megatron's hand, Hook was released. He rubbed his neck cables before continuing.
"As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted..."he shot a playful yet hateful glare at Cyclonus, who gave him a hateful glare back, "I decided to make a fallback plan in case this was to happen... As you can see by what kind of syringe that is, I decided to place a tracking chip on our little seeker." Megatron raised an optic ridge increduously, but decided to humor the mech and indeed inspected the inside of the syringe. The warlock had not been lying; it was, in fact, the syringe used to place trackers on his mechs in certain missions, as well as a black substance Hook had not mentioned.
"And may I ask what this black substance does?" Hook smirked, making the Decepticons around him almost shudder. When a warlock like Hook smirked, it was never really a good thing.
"Well, it's a little thing I like to call Black Blood..."
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"Oh Primus, are you fragging KIDDING me!" Of all the horrid things in the galaxy, none compared to the violated, betrayed feeling of opening your container of sweet energon flakes and finding it practically empty save a few crumbs here and there. Starscream intook air shortly and frequently, as his spark began pulsating erradically. Blitzwing groaned and held his chest before leaning his head on the table.
"Primus, Starscream, must you yell at zhis time of day?" The seeker only looked back at the triple-changer and gave him a glare so cold, so diabolically ANGRY that Unicron himself would shudder. Skywarp scooted away from Blitzwing and began to huddle in a corner but was pulled back by Blackarachnia. The black and purple seeker looked more 'appropriate' now, and looked kind of like Starscream, save for the color difference and the tattoos Skywarp lacked. Well, Starscream hid them, too, with some weird cloaking device, but that was beside the point here. The real problem was who ate all the energon flakes, which, in the seeker's mind, was a horrible, HORRIBLE crime, dammit! It was like taking a roborabbit and throwing it in the metal shredder while you played the violin! This was what evil felt like...
"Blitzwing, do you KNOW how long I've been wanting to have a nice bowl of Ener-Flakes(Trademark, Bitches! *throws gang signs in an effort to look African American*)? DO YOU, BLITZWING! I've been counting the days til I could be rescued so I could have some! But now I can't, because some gluttonous SLAGHEAP decided to EAT IT ALL!" The seeker finished his rant by pouting and leaning on the counter, throwing the container on said counter. Sentinel decided to walk in at the time, lips curling into a satisfied smile. He took a seat by Blackarachnia and leaned on the table.
"So what's got him so worked up? Not that I mind... I like having anger for breakfast in the morning." She rolled her optics before sneaking a glance at the vampire, who seemed like he was recharging in that position.
"Someone ate the last of his Ener-Flakes, and to make matters worse, no one is going to say who ate them..." Sentinel shrugged.
"But I thought it was Lockdown who would cram them in his mouth for that whole week where we were figuring- where'd he go?" Blackarachnia blinked at his sudden question before turning to where Starscream was. Keyword being 'was.' She let out a frustrated, tired sigh and sipped her cube, ignoring the malevolent snickers from the triple-changer. Sentinel's face fell to one of embarrassment and despair.
"Red Alert is not going to be happy that we're trashing her ship... When are we heading back to Iacon, anyways?" He flinched when he heard a loud crash a few feet away from the breakfast area.
"A couple of days..." She responded when another crash and a loud thud were heard even closer. Blackarachnia removed her cube from the table and scooted back, pullng back Skywarp with her. The vampire and demon looked at her curiously, but did not get to hear an explanation in time, seeing as a certain bounty hunter was thrown onto the table. Sentinel jumped up and slid several feet away at the sudden change of scenery, and Blitzwing barely moved out of the way. They all stared at the doorway (minus Blackaracnhia and Skywarp, who silently drank their energon), and if I could used human terms in this story, I would say that Blitzwing would totally jizz his pants. Unfortunately, this is not a TF!Human AU, so I gotta make some random shit up... Instead I would say: And when Blitzwing's optics locked onto the severely pissed off seeker, he had to grab onto the table to stop himself from tackling Starscream to the ground and doing naughty things to him that would make Unicron himself blush. He heard the were growl at him, obviously smelling his lust. The routine fight between were and vamp were cut short as Starscream grabbed Lockdown by the front of his chest plate and gave him that deadly glare.
"Lockdown..." he asked in a quiet voice. Blackarachnia sighed and scooted away more with Skywarp until they were practically on the other side of the galaxy. Blitzwing, feeling the molten hatred oozing through the bond, decided to back away as well, leaning on the counter to watch the scene unfold (and to act as an anchor, but that's beside the point here). Lockdown, obviously never knowing when to give up, gave the seeker an award-winning smirk, which made Starscream's aura crackle louder with rage.
"Yes, darlin'?" He asked as if there was not a care in the world. Blitzwing changed to Hothead mode, but mostly because the emotion through the bond link affected his processor.
"Did you eat my energon flakes?" The whole room, heck, the whole GALAXY became deathly quiet once Starscream muttered those words. Babies stopped crying, The Situation stopped hitting on women, and Chuck Norris himself stopped what he was doing to see what was the matter.
"W-what energon flakes?" A loud snap was heard, and it didn't take long to figure out that Starscream had punched the mech so hard his faceplate cracked from the pressure.
"Owww! Jesus Christ!" Lockdown screamed in pain and agony, holding his face. Starscream only raised an optic ridge?
"Jesus? You mean from the human's Christian mythology?" All he got from the bounty hunter were muttered curses and a few whimpers here and there. He turned to Blackarachnia, who was still calmly sipping her cube. She removed the container from her lips, licking away any trace of energon.
"Jesus Christ; believed by humans of Christian faith to be the son of their god. He apparently went out and spread words about being good and all that crap... He was labeled a hypocrite and was executed. Many believed this execution was necessary, for they believe that he sacrificed himself for the sins of mankind so Heaven's gates, their version of the Well of Allsparks, could open once again..."
"And you're telling me because... Why?" She gave him a playful glare.
"We use OUR god's name in vain... so do humans..." Starscream lowered Lockdown, a bit confused.
"Wait, but you said Jesus was their god's SON-"
"Hold on, stupid! There's many beliefs in the human mythology that branches out into other denominations... But mostly have this little web of sorts for their Holy Trinity that states that 'The Father is not The Son is not The Holy Spirit...' yet they are all equally God..." Starscream sat on the table, going into a calmer, 'thinky-er' mode.
"Strange... so basically they are different, yet the same... huh... wonder how many negative reviews tediz-leader's gonna get for this little spiel..." Blackarachnia nodded.
"Indeed... You know how there are many zealots lurking around... Always wanting to prove themselves right and all high and mighty about their knowledge of religions... Sure, it's okay to correct, but there IS such a thing as overkill..."
"Oh Primus..." Starscream looked apathetically at the werejaguar behind him.
"Finally remembered your own religion, I see..." He heard Lockdown growl, but ignored it. Blitzwing all the while was trying not to laugh at the situation.
"Oh, shut up..." Starscream shrugged.
"Not my fault you ate my snacks..."
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"I told him not to eat them..." Blurr looked up from a datapad he was reading to see what the dhampir was talking about.
"What-do-you-mean?" Bumblebee shrugged, laying down on the berth.
"Well, one of the few unwritten laws of my team is that you never eat all the energon flakes, because then Starscream goes on a murderous hunt for you... I've only seen it once... but judging from all the racket I heard right now, I'd say he just kicked Lockdown's aft to next week..." Blurr swallowed hard as Bumblebee continued.
"I remember when we were on earth and Bulkhead was the one who ate the last of the flakes... He suffered a limp for two weeks..."
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"Good news, everyone!" Red Alert stated, walking into the small area. She specifically ignored the cracked table and the injured bounty hunter as she sat down next to Sentinel, who looked at her with hopeful optics.
"Are we gonna be home yet? Oh please tell me that's what it is!" Red Alert sighed. She could never decide which type of supernatural she hated more.
"Yes, Sentinel... we should arrive at Iacon's docking bay in about eighteen hours." The prime let out a very uncharacteristic squeal of delight, which slightly perturbed everyone in the area.
"Yayz! I can finally go home and watch all my recorded shows!" Red Alert only rolled her optics at him.
"Primus, you're such a whore for that stupid show of yours... What was it called again? Kaon-licious?" Sentinel glared at her.
"First of all, I'm not the whore... that's my cousin... and secondly, I like that show! It's funny to watch all those femmes fight over stupid things... Oh, and please don't use His name around us demons... gives us awkward shudders..." As Red Alert decided to torment the demon with stating their god's name, Blackarachnia decided to walk out of the room because she started to feel cramped. It was an odd phobia of hers that was rather finicky about when it would activate. One day, she could be totally fine in a cramped elevator, but if she was forced to share a room with someone the same day her optics would not function properly, and the adrenaline that came with her mutation would skyrocket and make her twitchy. She found herself in front of the large window of the main hallway, where she could see all the lights of Iacon glow brightly in the night. The femme began to wonder to herself just how long it's been since she had been home, or since she'd seen Cybertron itself, for that matter. Were her parents still around? Was her sister still alive and being awesome? Heck, was that one pub downtown still around? Her musings paused as she heard someone walk towards her.
"Beautiful, ain't it?" Jazz asked quietly, admiring the view from the window. He had moved a bit close to her, which caused one of her spider legs to twitch involuntarity. Stupid adrenaline...
"It's been so long since I've seen Cybertron... I wonder how much everything has changed..." He heard a deep rumble from his throat, which served as the switch for her adrenaline to heighten more. Primus, she hated being half-organic...
"Well suga', for starters, the shopping center's expanded... takes up five whole blocks now!" She made a small grunt of interest, and her eyes narrowed because of her spider leg twitching again.
"Really? It was only three blocks long when I was still studying..." Jazz scoffed.
"Don't get me started on Downtown Iacon..." She rolled her optics at his humor. As they continued making small conversation, her adrenaline levels seemed to drop back down. The femme mentally thanked Primus tha she wouldn't have to twitch anymore... It was getting annoying...
"I see your twitching's stopped." His sudden comment startled her, but what made her adrenaline skyrocket was WHAT he said...
"H-how...?" He gave her a quick glance before looking back out the window.
"I can smell it... Weres have heightened senses, but I guess Lockdown already told you, no?" Her optics narrowed into a glare, but it was directed towards her reflection.
"I'm disgusting, aren't I?" Jazz turned her around, grabbing her shoulder a little too tightly. He removed his visors, giving her a hard, but truthful staredown.
"Can't you see? You are the most beautiful femme I have ever laid optics on, and I can't figure out if it's because of those hypnotic optics of yours or those luscious black lips! Pit, it might even be the way your fangs poke out of your mouth cutely, or-" He found himself fut off as those 'luscious black lips' of Blackarachnia found their way to his own. Jazz instinctively wrapped his arms around her, pulling the femme close to him. She was the first to pull away, and the werewolf couldn't help but smirk a bit when he could see a faint blush under her helmet. As if sensing her nervosity (which he could), he held her tighter, but loose enough that she could break free. Taking a risk, he buried his face in her neck, and almost murred when he could smell her adrenaline.
"You're beautiful." He whispered. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise..."
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sorry... wasn't too patient with that pairing :p Oh, don't look at me like that! You wanted them paired up quickly, too!
In other news, I'm thinking about making a little contest of sorts... hehe~ Here are the rules:
make a one-shot that is based on this universe (It can be a drabble, a humorous scene, a 'what-if' scene, hell, even a smex scene! (obvious much? XD)) And whichever I deem worthy gets these prizes:
1. First Place: I will totally get your OC in here and make them part of the story continuing after Chapter 27
2. Second Place: Your OC shall have a role in at least two chapters continuing after Chapter 26
3. Third Place: Your OC shall be mentioned and have a small scene sometime after Chapter 26
3...2...1... FIGHT!
MORTAL KOMBAT! -cue the music-