Sorry about the wait. A new fandom has recently possessed me (Daft Punk!) and I've lost interest for a bit. It's come back up again, so here's the next chapter of LBTOTST.
I: An Old Flame Is Hatched
"Hey Mikaela! Get up! Mearing's summoning you! The crazy bitch's been screaming for you for 10 minutes!" Wheelie pulled at Mikaela's dark ebony hair, trying to tug the woman off the bed, which she clung to with all her might despite being asleep. She held tight, refusing to get up to face the day and her crazy boss. The injuries from the Chicago battle were truly taking their toll now, the woman's body aching all around, slight twitches and tics attesting to her bodily trauma. Wheelie huffed, letting go of the sleek mop of hair, instead clawing at the blanket which draped Mikaela. Somehow, in the middle of the night, the woman had managed to snake her body under the blankets, sinking down deep into the comfort of the bed to take solace from her battle injuries, the downy matteress caressing her body, the warmth speeding up the healing process somewhat. Mikaela reached for the blankets, which were being slowly pulled off by Wheelie, grabbing them and pulling them back up her body along with the little bot which had attached himself to them. "Mearing's gonna have MY ass for YOUR laziness!"
"Sorry...but I'm too tired...uunghh..." Mikaela flipped over, sending her friend flying over the covers as the blanket flipped. She was in no mood to get up for some wretched meeting with the old bi...
"MISS BANES! MAIN ROOM NOW!" Mearing screamed over the megaphone, something Mikaela had forgotten about, the woman wincing in pain. A loud speaker had been installed in each room, something reserved for an occasion like the one Mikaela was facing right now. The speaker was an object of hate, and often, the megaphone-shaped speakers would need to be replaced or fitted with a metal cage to protect from the wrath of angry soldiers or Minibots, in the case of Mikaela's room. Reluctantly, Mikaela threw back her covers, tangling Wheelie in them. The blue bot was flung under the blankets and trapped underneath in a whirl of down and cotton.
"Hey! Let me out!" Wheelie snarled as he was smothered by the blanket. Mikaela, almost tripping over Wheelie's outstretched bed-drawer, stumbled over to the bathroom to freshen up before meeting Charlotte Mearing, who was impeccable about a soldier's standards of hygiene. Once, after a minor mission in a desert, Mearing had flipped when Major Lennox had come back with a little sand in his hair and uniform. She was quite an egotistical person, putting her own opinion before everyone else's no matter how ludicrous it could be. She detested people who opposed her, meaning she was almost never happy with Mikaela, Mikaela returning the sentiment. She seemed to resemble Galloway, in both personality and mannerisms. Well, except for his baldness.
"Ugh...I hate that bug-eyed asshole." Mikaela commented as she swept her hair back into a neater mess than it usually was. She wanted a shower, but the weather was too cold for something like this. Usually, the woman would take some time off in her break to get a shower so she wouldn't freeze to death stepping out of it. Spraying a bit of perfume on her neck, she made the final touches as she ironed out her clothes by pulling them down, erasing any evidence she had fallen asleep in them. "Wheelie, you're coming with me."
"No." Wheelie snarled, hiding under the blankets which had once been his nemesis. "Remember last time?" The small bot shuddered, remembering being chased by a mad Mearing with a bat after a certain incident.
"Last time was because you scared her by hiding in her cupboard." Mikaela responded, sarcasm tinting her voice as she straightened her hair with some water, also pretending that she'd had a shower. Last time's accident happened when Mikaela was called into Mearing's office, after an accident involving a deadly mix of a curious Autobot, a lighter, Wheeljack and Energon.
"Hey, you damn well know I can't resist those freaking Ding Dongs she keeps in there. Hey, it was you that forgot to restockpile my Energon." Wheelie snarled, trying to put the blame on Mikaela.
"They're for anyone who comes back with the Hate Plague. It's like medicine for you guys. Why do you even like tham?" Mikaela replied, hopefully putting the little bot off the biscuits.
"They taste good." Still hiding under the blankets, Wheelie responded to his friend. "Sheesh!"
"That's it." As Mikeala finished her makeshift primping, the woman walked back to the bedroom and threw away the blankets of her bed, which were quickly retrieved by her target. She attempted to scoop Wheelie up, the bot protesting. Her hand snaked under the blanket, reaching for Wheelie. Finally finding a leg, she gripped on, only to scream as a row of and chisel-like objects cut through her flesh. "Come on...Ow!" Mikaela pulled her finger out, eliciting a sharp yowl from the blue bot under him as a crisp snap was heard.
"What the..." Looking at her finger, she understood why he yelped. A long shard of golden metal stuck out from her bloodied finger, which started spurting out bright crimson blood from the small bite mark on the digit.
"My denta!" yelled the voice from beneath the blankets. Wheelie had bitten Mikaela and lost his denta as a result. Despite the pain, Mikaela couldn't help but laugh.
In the largest hangar of an abandoned military base, a certain Seeker had been settling in, disgruntlement heavily present. Ironhide shoved Starscream angrily to the ground, dust circling up omniously before dusting his huge servos off. The Seeker crawled up to his pointed knees, looking up at the exiting Autobot.
"Let me out!" Starscream yelled, finally getting to his almost-broken legs. Ironhide, while in the plane, had done quite the number to the Seeker when he had brought up the old jokes once again. His legs had been crunched under Ironhide's huge, shovel-like talons, his faceplate damaged from multiple hits and one side of his arms and leg armour ripped brutally off in a crazed attack.
"Have fun, scumbag." The black Autobot laughed victoriously before turning and starting to throw the doors of the warehouse closed, glaring angrily at the Seeker. The Seeker hissed madly, lunging at Ironhide, launching off with his powerful back legs. He ran on all fours, jumping at Ironhide, mouth wide open and claws outstretched at the last moment, ready to take off a chunk of the Autobot Weapons Specialist's armour. Ironhide felt a sharp crunch on his outstretched arm's The Seeker biting in claws sunk in next to the bite site, plunging deeply into the warrior's arm. Starscream started shaking the arm wildly, trying to tear it out. Ironhide quickly retalliated, flicking his wrist back so that the back of his fist met with the side of Starscream's open, vulnerable jaw, the Seeker recieving a quick smash to his already damaged faceplate, armour and wires crunching and smashing, Energon spurting out from the wound. The Seeker stumble back, also releasing his claw's grip. "Pathetic." Ironhide laughed. "Rations are given every week. I'll be making sure you get the lowest grade Energon." Ironhide laughed.
"That'th if your pathetically weak-willed Prime let-th it!" Starscream responded, holding his loosened right jaw, which hung loosely on a single thick wire. His words held a pronounced lisp mainly because of the loose jaw, and a green, lumpy goop flew out of his mouth, one drop landing on Ironhide.
"My optic! You almost smashed it again!" Starscream screeched as he pushed Ironhide away. Ironhide responded, grabbing Starscream's head and throwing him into the ground, The Seeker slamming to the ground loudly and leaving a Starscream-shaped dent in the floor. Quickly recovering, Starscream jumped up again only to hear the slam of the door as Ironhide finally left. He smashed the door, only to recoil as the door suddenly opened and a huge fist broke through and smashed his jaw, fully breaking the already-damaged jaw. The jaw hung loosely on a wire as the Seeker retreated into the darkness.
"I know what you're doing!" Ironhide yelled.
Oh, but you don't, dear 'Hidey...thought the Seeker, holding his jaw piece protectively. You really don't know what I have planned for you all...
"Where is Mikaela? I paged her ten minutes ago!" Mearing paced her half-filed conference room, angrily going back and forth. She stopped at her seat, looking around the others sitting at the table before seating herself in the spinning office chair.
"Calm down, Mearing. She and Wheelie will be here soon." Prime, in his holoform replied coolly. He was a tall, dignified person cloaked in a blue and red suit set. Next to him sat Major Lennox and Ironhide. Ironhide currently had one leg perched on the seat next to him, which was reserved for Banes. Skids and Mudflap had taken their place next to Bumblebee, who sat next to Prime. Many other bots had also come, but a handful were outside to watch the 'Cons.
"I hate having to use my holoform!" Ironhide, a scarred, muscular form draped in a ripped black shirt complained. He shifted in his seat, twirling around once and placing a leg on the table with a loud thump as his heavy combat boots were slammed down. He was sharply reprimanded by Mearing.
"Boots off now! Same rules still apply even with your holoform! You'll make a mess!"
Ironhide growled. Since when did he had to use a holoform, anyway? It was that Mearing bitch who insisted meetings be in these Primus-cursed conference rooms. Ever since she started taking over, many things had changed for the benefit of the humas, the majority of Autobots and even their smaller allies disliking the changes. Now, only two certain bots could be in this room without a holoform, mainly due to their vastly smaller sizes. "Why doesn't Wheelie and Brains have to use this shi..."
"Yeah! Not fair! Justice, man! We need ta' get the same treatment as our little bros!" The Twins complained loudly. They were in the form of two unruly young teens, with complimenting ripped tank shirts of red and green, respectively. Mudflap had a messy, boyish ponytail while Skids had half his hair burnt off after recieving a blast in his true form. Injuries like these were applicable to one's holoform, and were often transferable to each form.
"Don't cut me off!" Skids snarled at his brother, raising his fists. "Justice for me, dude!"
"Justice for you?!" Mudflap snarled, punching his brother's holoform in the jaw. Skids jumped up, tackling his brother with a flying sweep. Mudflap fell to the ground in his seat, trying to claw his brother off. Skids straddled Mudflap, punching him in the face. Mudflap rolled away, Skids falling. The lights seemed to flicker before switching off completely for a moment, then returning The brothers went fro each other's proverbial nefcks again before being stopped mid-strike by Ironhide, clutching both of the brother's necks in both his paw-like hands.
"SKIDS! MUDFLAP! DESIST!" Ratchet roared loudly, jumping up from his seat next to the two. The two looked up, giving the medic a 'deer-in-headlights' stare. They promptly jumped up, brushing themselves off and returning to their allocated seats, sitting down straighter than one had ever seen them do in a conference, or anywhere, for that matter. Prime looked up suddenly, noticing his comm. was crackling.
"Where is that..." Mearing began again.
"Here, ma'am." Mikaela, walking into the office with Wheelie in her arms and a bandaid around her now-reddedned pointer finger. She had run from the quarters to the conference, which was quite the distance from the quarters, being halfway across the base, next to the human interrogation rooms. Walking over to Ironhide, she sat down next to him with aplomb. Wheelie was unloaded on the side opposite of Ironhide for safety reasons; even as a holoform, a being made of nanobot particles, Ironhide could deal serious damage to anyone who he disliked. Mikaela took a moment to calm herself before asking Mearing about the topic of today's session.
"What is the topic of..."
"Is that what you wore yesterday, Banes?"
Busted. Already. Mikaela shrunk down into her seat tiredly, being till under the influence of sleep. "Off topic...Also, the 'Cons outside..."
"Nevermind." Mearing threw up her arms annoyedly. "This team is a wreck, anyway."
"Why don't we start the conference, Mearing? Out of due respect..."
"Later, Prime." Mearing brushed off Optimus, the action making even Ironhide widen his holoform's deep blue eyes. Not a moment later, a woman burst through the doors. It was a soldier, her uniform all loose and shredded. Long gashes ran through her body and she seemed to radiate an aura of impending disaster. Her hair hung over her face, giving her the impression of a certain famous ghost girl
"Mearing, we got a big problem!" screamed the woman, breath raggedly.
"Well, why didn't you tell us?" Mearing hissed.
"The communications are down! The 'Cons are coming this wa...AAaarrrgh!" A large claw reached for the woman. Sweeping her up, the woman screamed, reaching for her stun gun. The weapon was swung around with a quick wrist flip and shot quickly into the 'Con's optic. The yowl of a Decepticon in pain was heard. The woman was taken out of sight as another loud scream rocked the base. Optimus Prime jumped up, his holoform seemingly disappearing into a swarm of particles. The others, noticing Prime's transformation, quickly followed suit. Mikaela stood up, wondering what was going on.
"Guys?" A cloud whooshed past Mikaela, her short hair feeling the breeze. Another blue flurry of colour ran part her, seemingly running on all fours. Lennox and his crew also exited rather quickly, the major yelling orders loudly at his men as they ran to the sides of the armed complex to retrieve their numerous weapons. The blue flash suddenly screeched to a halt, and yelled out at a still-confused and sleep-riddled Mikaela before running off again.
"Mikaela! Come on!" Wheelie yelled. Snapping out of her trance, Mikaela quickly came to her senses, piecing together what just happened. "Decepticons are running loose!" The blue bot was already out the door when Mikaela jumped.
"Oh, yeah! The 'Cons!" Mikaela responded. Donning a large shotgun, modified to harm Cybertronians, she swept up Wheelie and quickly readied the mean weapon she carried. Wheelie whooped as he and Mikaela ran over to the impending battle, the woman cracking her neck with a sharp twist and the bot jumping off to attend to a lone 'Con standing in the corner.
The battlefield, or Main Base was an absolute mess. Weapons, bodies, stocks, ammunition just to name a fraction of the mess on the floor and elsewhere. Decepticons, having broken free of their confides somehow, were now livid, seemingly feral, attacking Autobots, humans and even each other. Not a single bot was free of a scratch or dent. The Autobots, mainly nameless recruits which had just arrived in the Chicago battle were trying their best to fend off the incoming threats with the aid of the humans, rapidly firing energy beams at the 'Cons, the bots trying to shield themselves from the powerful blasts. Lennox was firing at a half-dead Blackout, almost reenacting the scene from his first encounter with him. The soldier was almost completely under the hulking monster, which still seemed confused at the exact location of where the bullets that were hitting him were coming from.
"Autobots, roll out!"
"What?" Before Mikaela could react, a hoard of Autobots in their shining alt. forms came bustling out of the Autobot hangar, driving at inconcievable speeds towards the towering 'Cons. Prime, a huge, flame-covered truck lead the group, followed closely by Ironhide and Ratchet. Bumblebee and the Twins were at the back of the long line of warriors, finishing off the queue of Autobots.
"Some action. Finally." commented a certain dark trailer truck, who then quickly sped ahead of the others to plow into an unsuspecting Decepticon. The 'Con roared, surprised as it was pushed down to the ground, making a loud clang and an even bigger dent. Ironhide transformed quickly, his weapons quickly flipping out along with himself, folding and reshaping into his characteristic form. He grabbed the 'Con's chest and fired his gun, shrapnel and debris flying off as the immense flare of fire and bullet tore through the 'Con's spark, killing it instantly. Ironhide didn't seem to notice, continuing to fire. Soon, he went onto ripping the shell apart fiercely, piece by piece, his servos plunging deep into the Decepticon. He continued his insane tyrade, throwing the pieces at other Decepticon. Ironhide, after having completely decimated one Decepticon in his feral madness instantly jumped up and almost flew at another 'Con.
"Whoa..." Mikaela's jaw dropped. Sensing he had an audience, Ironhide started showing off proudly to Mikaela, flaunting his skills proudly, doing his signature backflip over Mikaela, who almost screamed as she quickly ducked.
"You ain't seen nothing yet..." Suddenly, Ironhide jumped up and launched a huge flying kick into the Decepticon's chest, using his shovel-like claws to rip out a long section of armour before stomping down on the 'Con, sending him to the ground. His ped plunged deep into the screaming 'Con, blue embers flying out of the Decepticon as his spark was crushed beneath his blunt talons. Finishing off the 'Con with a blast from his gun, Ironhide pulled the shell off him and went to attend to another Decepticon, only to find a very displeased Optimus staring at him as he turned, still standing in a puddle of metal, metal innards and Energon.
"Ironhide..."
As the swoosh and chink of Ironhide's transformation and departure rang out, Starscream tentatively opened the huge, metal door of the warehouse, poking his head out. Looking around, Starscream grinned as he took in his surroundings. Looking out, he could see the old, large military base, occupied by four greyish, worn warehouses, each with the words Hangar and their respective number stamped on them in a flaking metal blue paint. The warehouses were, as far as Starscream's scanners could tell were empty. They other warehouses were much smaller than the one Ironhide had allocated, being about a quarter of the size of the warehouse Starscream occupied. The Seeker made his way out as Ironhide drove away from view. Running as fast as his injured legs could take him, Starscream ran over to the first hangar, the idea in his head flourishing and developing. Starscream stopped short of the warehouse, which came up to his chest. With one powerful strike, Starscream bought his huge talons down on the metal structure. His huge talons cut through the weaker metal like a hot knife through butter, tearing the metal into long, jagged strips, which slowly curled to the ground and landed in a messy heap. leaving the pile, Starscream moved to the side and struck again, his claws launching through the next part of the warehouse.
"Did ya see Ironhide's faceplate? That was fucking hilarious!" Wheelie laughed, giving out a small whoop atop Mikaela's head. Mikaela sniggered along with him, Prime's angry yell still inside her head.
"No, no, no, remember 'I will not have this in my base! You need to clean up your act!'?! Ha, he sounded like Sam's mother!" Mikaela mocked, trying to imitate Prime's booming voice but only managing an inaccurate but scary guttural growl. "Gold! Wait..." Mikaela pulled out her phone, which bore a fresh crack in the screen, and began playing a video of the events which had just occurred.
"Ironhide! We do not tolerate random killings in this base! Do you understand?!" Prime snarled at an almost cowering Iron hide, who twitched at the sheer volume of Prime's yell. Ironhide stood back up straight, ready to launch his own statement.
"I did what I had to to protect the base! Imagine if the 'Cons got free! That would be trouble!"
"Trouble is breaking the Autobot code to satisfy your own sadistic desires!" Prime angrily responded, slamming his huge fist into a nearby shelf, causing items to tumble freely from it. Huge canisters rolled, many soldiers running from the huge items.
"Look what you just did!" Ironhide snarled, pointing at the soldiers running from the now rolling cans of substance. Optimus only sighed, looking over at the canister before stopping it with his foot, the soldiers sighing a breath of relief, only to recieve another heart attack when Prime yelled again. A scream was heard from Mikaela, a loud snap, and then the phone was seen falling just before the visual feed halted.
Wheelie laughed just as the video feed died. Mikaela slipped her phone back into her pocket, and turned back to the couch. Flopping down, she jumped as her phone rang, bringing her to attention.
"Banes, come down here! There's someone here to see you!"
"Who?" Mikaela asked. Odd. No one had been scheduled to meet her today...
"Sam."
The phone earned another crack as it was dropped onto the floor. Wheelie fell from the couch, smiling before remarking.
'Oooh, crap..."
Pulling the last shred of Hangar 2 down with his massive talons, Starscream gathered up the multiple broken ribbons of metal into a heavy bundle in his long arms. The Seeker, vision obscured by the load he carried stumbled over to the open and awaiting doors of Hangar 5, unceremoniously launching the pile of scrap which had once formed the neighboring building among many other piles he had earlier prepared from Hangar 1 and 3. The piles took up a third of the warehouse. Starscream, swiveling his head over to Hangar 4, the remaining unused hangar, quickly marched over to the warehouse. He quickly slashed the front of the building in a frenzied attack, rendering the building into mere pieces. Unlike the ribbons, the chunks of building were larger and rougher than the many long, carefully cut strands the Seeker had made earlier. Starscream picked up some of the pieces quickly, and made his way back to Hangar 5. He left the pieces in the hangar, going back out to shred the rest of the hangar remnants. He yelled again, slamming his claws down on the rest of the building. Plowing through the mess, he finally dislodged the pieces, sweeping them up and running back to the remaining warehouse, closing the huge door behind him. His plan was truly kicking into action now. With a bit more construction and seemingly rampant destruction, the first part of his plan would be complete.
"It's me, Sam..."
Prime nodded. "I know. You're here to see Banes, I presume?"
Whitwicky yelled. "No! No! I'm definately not here to see Miranda, I mean Mikaela! I mean..."
Prime warmly smiled. "It is no shame. Perhaps your past Endurae would be more accepting of you after..."
"It's purely business! I assure you! I am here for..."
"Banes and Whitwicky..." Skids began, overhearing the conversation.
"Sitting in a tree..." Mudflap continued, his gold tooth glittering in the bright lights of the base. Sam shrunk down with embarrassment, his cheeks burning a fiery red. Prime only sighed fruitlessly.
"F-U-C-K-I-N-G!" Skids finished, howling with laughter. Mudflap only looked pissed. Sam only made a sound which could only be described as a painful moan.
"You dope. That's for the next verse, idiot!" Mudflap snarled, contempt in his eyes.
"It's funnier! You know, Sam and Mikaela doin' the nasty...They done do that in the base back when..."
"Ha! It was so loud too!" Skids laughed, his previously fierce demeanor switching as he recalled the incident. Optimus growled, the growl unheard by the hysterical twins and the suffering human.
"Nonononononononononononono! Don't go there!" Sam cried, his hands over his ears as he vigorously shook his head, trying to drown out the voices of the two troublemakers, who taunted his with their loud laughter.
"You know, humans are funny. You mention something embarassing, and they make sounds like Soundwave fucked up his vocoder." Skids mocked. "No! nonononononononononono! Ha Ha Ha!"
Optimus, bein unable to take any more, finally cracked. "Skids! Mudflap! Stop harassing Sam!"
Instantly, the two shut up. Sam sighed a huff of relief. "Thanks, Optimus."
"It's no problem, Sam. Although, it must be noted that you and Mikaela, while on these premises, are not to engage in such behaviour..."
Sam winced, before letting out a whine of pain. "No..."
"Argh! Shi..."
*WHACK*
Starscream cried out loudly as a thin strip of metal flew into his faceplate, leaving a long dent and breaking his hanging jaw completely off. The Seeker yelled, wrenching the strip into its appropriate place in the structure before going to pick up his jaw, sticking it into a nook of his armour. Starscream was currently making an interlocking structure out of the metal strips. The structure was in a rough wave shape, made of many strands of the thin strips of hangar metal, each strip about a foot wide and stretching over many meters long. The Seeker was currently folding one of the strips over the structure, forming what looked like a small open cage. The pattern was repeated over the structure over and over again, as if the Seeker made a huge multiple birdcage from metal which hung ominously over the ceiling. The Seeker smiled, celebrating his small victory, and the first part of his plan complete. Finally.
Red with embarrassment, Sam rubbed his temples, trying to forget the awful taint of The Twin's mocking and the embarassing pep talk Optimus had just given him. Mikaela would be here anytime soon, and this was not a good look. He had come here with one intention, and one intention only; to make peace with Mikaela. He had finally felt this had gone on enough, and his current girlfriend had walked out on him after a pregnancy scare in which he had fainted at the news. Carly was outraged as she was overjoyed at the idea of starting a family, and was more than eager to do so. It turned out that she was not pregnant, the woman leaving at seeing Sam chicken out at the mere mention of the word 'marriage' and fully screaming at the word 'baby'. Sam was not one to rear children, being too disorganised to even take care of himself most of the time. It had been a nightmare with Wheelie and Brains. He didn't even want to know what a baby would be like...
"Sam?!" Mikaela exclaimed. Sam looked up, seeing his previous girlfriend with Wheelie perched on her shoulder, sending him a death glare.
"Hey, Mikaela..." Sam slowly spat out, nervously shifting in his seat. "I'm sorry about...I just...I mean, I'm..."
"So why are you here, Sam?" Mikaela got right to the point, giving Sam a look of slight contempt and condescention. Sam shrunk down, gulping.
"I'm...here for...Look, Mikaela..."
"Look what?" Mikaela spat back like a bullet, not waiting for an answer.
"I'm...sorry."
"You can't be here for just that, Sam. So What ARE you really here for?" Mikaela responded quickly and coolly, intimidating Sam.
"Mikaela..." Sam began. "I'm being serious. I'm...I'm...It's seriously that..."
Mikaela, seeing straight through Sam's nervous veneer, snapped at the point. "Carly dumped you, right?"
Sam sighed in defeat, covering his face with his hands. "...yes..."
"Thought so. That bitch is a dumbass, anyway." Mikaela laughed, looping a hand aroung Sam. She may have had bad blood between Sam, but seeing his discomfort, she couldn't help but comfort him. Wheelie hopped off in disgust, sticking his glossa out at Sam before running off in a huff, yelling one word.
"Wimp!"
"It's all right. Just let it go, Sam. Fuck that Carly." Mikaela soothed. Sam smirked, giving Mikaela a mellow smile.
"How can you be like this? Just...so...cool about everything?" It was a wonder to Sam. Mikaela's personality was something intriguing to him. Just her sleek, charming coollness which bordered on pure apathy was so unsettling, yet...so beautiful. In fact, apart from her impressive looks, it was one thing which had drew him to Mikaela at the start of all the alien mecha insanity. Some people would call her boring, simple or egotistical, but Sam knew better. Somehow, his nervous, introverted personality complimented Mikaela's loud, aggressive personality and it had been all smooth until the 'incident'.
Mikaela laughed. "Well, fighting giant alien mecha really does make everything else seem insignificant!"
Sam smiled wider before laughing mildly. "I guess so. You know...That bad blood...I mean, you see..." Sam found himself stuttering again.
"Still got that stutter?" Mikaela smirked. "Don't worry. I know what you mean. I guess our previous arguments are a bit stupid..."
Sam could feel something in the pit of his stomach. His feelings for Mikaela had flourished once more, and he unconsciously snaked his arm around Mikaela's waist.
"Sam?" Mikaela exclaimed, feeling the thin arm around her waist. "Really?"
Sam quickly retracted his arm, only to be stopped by Mikaela. "Mikaela...?"
"Don't." The woman warmly smiled. "You know, I've actually missed you a bit..." Mikaela leaned in, chuckling..."You haven't changed a bit, you know..."
"Same...except for the hair..." Sam replied. "And you look stronger... So...uhh...forgive?" Sam stuttered. Mikaela laughed, and and patted Sam on the back, causing the man to flinch at the strength of the hit.
"Of course!"
Scratch...scratch...scratch...
Starscream struck his claws on the ground, sparks flying from the friction. A process he had been repeating for almost ten minutes, the Seeker had been attempting to set the next part of his plan into motion. The repeated impact had created long, deep gashes in the reinforced concrete below, long channels of which the sparks that illuminated the dark warehouse for short bursts originated. The channels were half-filled with Energon, which the Seeker had drawn from himself, bloodletting himself painfully for the next part of his plan. A pool of the liquid mixed with a slow-burning oil, which made rainbow streaks through the Energon that sat nearby, awaiting the spark which would cause it to ignite. Next to the glowing blue mess, rows of the interlocking weave of metal from the hangars he had shredded sat ominously around the warehouse, placed against the walls. Starscream struck again, making contact with the ground roughly. A larger spark formed this time, which diminished into the nearby pool of blue lifeblood, instantly igniting the small area. The liquid ignited fast, although an explosion never occurred due to the oil mixed in with the usually violently-combusting Energon. A fire formed, the Seeker venting a sigh of relief as his claws cooled in the draft which blew in through the ajar door. The small crack in the door fed in oxygen to fuel the hot flames which flickered in front of him.
"Finally." Starscream went over to the remains of Hangar 4, the hangar which had been shredded different from its neighbors, large chunks instead of strips. Indifferently picking up two pieces, Starscream threw them into the intense fire, which crackled and gratefully accepted its first victim to melt. The fire flared up, small sparks soaring high into the air. Starscream threw more pieces in, the fire growing bigger at having to consume the metal within its orange jaws. The blazing metal soon began softening into flappy, poseable slabs, which began fusing with the other slabs all while still burning. Black fumes began to pour from the haze of metal and fire.
"Perfect." smiled the Seeker, who carefully reached in to the now bluish fire, extracting one of the soft sheets of metal with his long claws. The metal sagged down as the Seeker picked it up, flopping over his claws, almost melting. Starscream knew that he'd have to work fast as the metal would quickly solidify, the Seeker quickly shaping and molding the metal around the interwoven metal ribbons he had earlier created. A metal amalgamation of a cage soon formed, the Seeker stepping back to admire his work once more. A few more melds and the truly interesting part of the plan would begin.
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