I feel like acting like Ravage right now. Growling and snapping at everything. Is it a crime that I would like my car to be in a garage? I guess it is. Dickhead keeps bitching at me to basically live in my room and get a job, while he gets to sit on his fat ass and watch sports all day. In half a mind to cancel the television service (mostly because there is nothing to watch. After they took Transformers Animated off, that was it for me. No point in even turning on the television is Transformers isn't coming back.)
I don't own the Transformers, I'm just play with them and making them do naughty things to each other.
Will acknowledge people at the end. We need to get to the story before I lose it.
The fallen continued to play with Starscream, making the seeker more and more uncomfortable as the cycles passed. He could have sworn he heard someone calling his name… and he wasn't sure, but he thought it was Hook. It sounded faint, and the fallen wasn't doing anything to silence the noise… as though he couldn't hear it. Or perhaps he didn't care as he swooped down to Starscream's facial plating and began licking his cheek. The fallen moved downwards and the calling got louder.
"Starscream… Starscream… STARSCREAM!!!!" Hook's voice broke through his dream, which Starscream wasn't aware that he had either dozed off or passed out between his torture and Megatron's arrival. Starscream onlined his optics and flung his optic covers open. Hook was looking down on the silver seeker, and energon drip right beside him, and Hook was holding Starscream's helm with one servo while adjusting the lighting with the other. Starscream tried to offline his optics again to block out the intrusive light, holding up his servo in an attempt to shield the light from his optics.
"Oh thank Primus…I was worried about you when you started moaning and thrashing around. Star… how do you feel?" The medic bot asked.
Hook was checking the seeker over for injuries from his outburst and he was lying on the med bay table. Megatron was dozing in a chair in the corner with Thundercracker, Thrust and Skywarp lying in a heap beside him on the floor. Hook's digit prodded a sensitive wire and Starscream gave a light grunt… but analyzing the minor annoyance of the digit, he realized it felt a lot like the fallen's talons caressing his opening. So… that was all a dream? The fallen trying to take him in front of Megatron… the torture… the confession? Where did he pass out and when?!
"Hook…" Starscream started. Hook stopped his examination and looked at the confused seeker. Stellar cycles of experience told him what the seeker wanted to know.
"You fainted before we got back to Megatron's quarters. Thrust explained everything. How the fallen's goons took you, and how he wasn't strong enough to stop them. But from out examinations, you seemed to be ok, other than the minor fact that you weren't waking up when we tried. None of us have left the med bay, mostly out of guilt for them as far as I can tell. Poor Thrust was willing to let Megatron offline him for his screw up, but Megatron was more worried about you. He let Thrust off with a pat on the shoulder for trying, but he's been really hard on himself. TC and Warp haven't left because they felt like they should be here, and Megs himself… well. He never told me why he was here. But anyways, you collapsed on Megatron's berth before we got to the room. Thrust did his best to clean up the residual stuff, but we just gave you a bath when we got here. It was faster and easier. You've been out for about 4 megacycles. Does anything hurt?" Hook asked. Starscream checked himself over and found that nothing was hurt, but his head was buzzing. Hook continued to stare at the seeker, waiting for a response. He knew what he had just told the seeker was a lot to take in, but they did find him covered in lubricants and passed out on Megatron's berth, with a very upset Thrust trying his best to clean up the seeker. Poor Thrust had a dent in his helm (1) the size of his fist. Hook could tell that the red seeker was having some trouble collecting things because of this little hindrance. Hook gave him a quick look over once he had deemed Starscream perfectly unharmed. Thrust was suffering from a little processor malfunction, but otherwise just seemed upset that he had let Starscream down when he needed him.
"I think I'm alright. Just a little confused and… lacking." The dream had made him realize that the fallen would stop at nothing to keep him as a toy. If rumors held true, the fallen had a thing for younger bots. Most of the Decepticons were older, and the younger ones were stationed away from headquarters most of the time because of their youthfulness and abilities to endure certain climates longer through more intimate means than the older bots. Any Autobots that were captured and just happened to be young were treated as slaves to the fallen… which only totaled about 20 in the last 500 stellar cycles. All had been kept in his personal harem, serving him as he saw fit. The fallen wasn't a kind lover… and the tentacles had grown in size over the stellar cycles. The virgins could always be picked from the bunch according to their screams… and most tried to escape or went with other Decepticons from fear or just pain. It was legal for Decepticons to have Autobot slaves. As few as there were, the higher ups usually had ten to their names. Only leaders and good fighters were even considered for court. Starscream knew Megatron never had any because he wasn't into slaves often. He never learned why… but then again he wasn't complaining. Rumor has it that Barricade (2) was after a certain yellow Camero as a slave and wouldn't take any others. That's why he always kept his shots non-lethal and would occasionally play al little game of kiss me kill me with his prey. A kiss to the cheek after pinning them down when one of his better shots had nailed them in the back. Starscream had no plans to become the next member of the fallen's harem. He wasn't meant for breeding against his will, he wanted hatchling with someone who would care about him and him alone! No other breeders. No affairs… no lying… no cheating…just him. Someone to hold him at night, tell him he was beautiful, kiss him awake in the mornings, and run their digits through his warmth retention cables at night as he drifted off to recharge. Megatron…
"You didn't have any injuries, and other than being a mess you seem to have gotten off rather easy this time. Want to fill us-errr, me in?" Hook asked. Starscream smiled up at the mech, and took a long, cooling air intake.
"He had Mixmaster and Motormaster take me this time, in front of a holoscanner. I think he was planning to use it for personal enjoyment. Either way, Motormaster isn't anywhere near the size the fallen is. He took me instead and the fallen… well, he just watched and snickered. After he called Motormaster and Mixmaster off, he… got kind of nasty with some high grade and coded lubricants from yours truly, but then he slapped this thing" Starscream reached up to his neck and realized the collar wasn't there anymore. Starscream turned his helm to look at Hook, who smiled as if to say 'tell you when the story is over'. Starscream smiled back and continued.
"Then he just let me go. Nothing more to it. I ran back to Megatron's quarters and I guess I must have fallen into recharge. Though the dreams that came with that recharge were both rather… enlightening." Starscream said with his head slowly moving into a thoughtful position. He loved the part where Megatron admitted his love… but then the fallen broke them apart. Were his dreams trying to tell him something?
"Enlightening? Now this I have to hear." Hook took a seat beside Starscream with his servos folded over on one another as he sat backwards on a chair so that he was facing Starscream.
"In my dream, Megatron told me something that… well I'd rather not repeat in case it's just hopeful thinking. But after he was about to seal the deal, the fallen burst through the room and grabbed both of us. He took us back to that room and forced Megatron to watch him rape me. Megatron fought back valiantly, but then I woke up and you were here." Starscream finished. Hook looked in puzzlement at his subject.
"You know…if my training serves me properly, then I think your dreams are telling you that the fallen is the only thing that stands between Megatron and yourself." Hook told the seeker. Starscream looked down at his talons thoughtfully, a sad smile gracing his lip components. Hook frowned in regret as he placed his servo on the seeker's shoulder.
"Look… we know about how you feel towards Megatron." Starscream's helm shot up at the Constructicon (3), frightened of what he might say next.
"Wha…. When did… how… who… oh Primus." Starscream let his helm fall into his servos, ashamed that everyone else knew and he didn't.
"Star… it was obvious to practically everyone. Only the really oblivious ones didn't see it. The stares, the occasional blast to the back with a sweet giggle behind it, and how you always helped Lord Megatron back to his quarters when he got over energized at a party. It was text book romantic behavior. You would never let anything bad happen to Megatron. We knew you would be happy and well… I can't say the rest. It's not my place to tell you that. He has to say it. Trust your spark Star. It's never led you wrong before, and we are backing you 100%." Hook encouraged. Starscream lifted his helm and smiled at the Constructicon.
They turned to the sleeping pile of mechs as they heard a tired yawn. Megatron shifted as he readjusted his position, and then opened his optic covers to see that Starscream was sitting up and awake.
"Starscream!" the tyrant exclaimed. He shot off his chair and trodded his way over to the seeker. Hook stepped aside and started his usual report of the seeker's condition.
"All vitals are at 100%, no minor injuries to report and no infections what so ever. He's perfectly ready to make the run to Earth. The collar was removed and reprogrammed to give off a signal in his washroom instead of his location. The fallen cannot trace him now." Hook finished. Megatron nodded and turned back to Starscream. The only thing on Starscream's processor was 'what was he thinking!!! Well… it was a dream… perhaps things aren't as wonderful as he thought.' Starscream smiled at the tyrant sadly, only to receive a tight, frame crushing, air intake dispersing hug.
Megatron. Hugging him.
Starscream's processor soared with ideas. Naughty…naughty ideas.
But an activated COM link startled everyone out of their serenity.
"We are arriving near Soundwave's location. All troops to docking port."
Cliffy!!!
Ok… so I saw Transformers Revenge of the Fallen again today and a few things happened.
1. I realized Shia LeBouf screams like a girl. Yes he does. Go watch it again and listen to the part where Alice was attacking him. He has an extremely high pitched scream. I laughed so hard I split my drink.
2. I spilt my drink twice. Once during the Alice scene and the other time because the lid wasn't on quite right.
3. Starscream has a hawk like screech when his arm gets torn off. You have to listen carefully.
4. Megatron stared at Starscream's aft when they were on the building. Don't ask how I saw that… I just did.
5. The jock strap scene didn't affect me the second round.
6. I saw a child of less than 13 years crab walking down the alleyway. Wtf.
7. Two babies in the crowd and neither cried. This was a first for me.
8. I wanted to punch the asshole in front of me for messing with his kids the entire time. It blocked my awesome view of the hotness of Starscream and Megatron.
9. Dogs don't give up… or tiny robots.
10. The pyramid scene was botched. They had the entire pyramid in the scene with the railgun and it was clearly being destroyed in the previous scene.
11. Overall… I wouldn't bother seeing another movie this summer. The awesomeness of Transformers has already filled my head with too much awesomeness. And explosions. Everything else pales in comparison. It's like… idk, Death by chocolate cake compared to plain white cake. Once you've had one… it's just not the same.
In lighter news, my trap has been touched by the escapee. However, we have decided that since Mousie healed from her broken leg when we first caught her in the humane trap last winter, it's time to let her go back to the wild. In a park. Far away from our house and our cat. I'm getting a hamster instead. They are calmer and nicer. And don't escape in such frequencies.
Thank you to all the reviewers. I'm very tired now.
Oh wait!!! What' this! (pulls a blooper out of thin air)
BLOOPER!!!
Barricade wondered around the Earth searching for his next target…let's see… Ratchet. Well, the med bot was usually at the Autobot's hanger. He might as well try there. He set his course for the Autobot's hanger and arrived at nightfall. The med bot was settled outside and it was late. The others were recharging and he wanted to see the stars for a few minutes. Barricade couldn't help but notice… he wasn't alone. Bumblebee was lying beside him… dried lubricants tainting his perfect face…
Barricade transformed and walked up carefully to the two mechs. Ratchet saw him first, but Barricade held up his servos in a surrender position.
"I just came to talk…no harm intended. I swear it on my spark." Ratchet lowered his cannons. Bumblebee had yet to stir.
"Wanna tell me why the target of my affection who I've been chasing after since I got to Earth has dried lubricants running down his cheeks?" Barricade asked. Ratchet shrugged and decided this wasn't personal.
"His boy just went off to college and left him here. He…didn't take it well." Barricade looked down at the sweet little Camero. He ran his unarmed claws across his silent façade… sad that his little Bee had to go through that. Just the rejection was painful.
"However, since you are an honest and trustworthy bot, I feel like I should explain why I'm here in the first place." Ratchet looked at the mustang with concern. Was he injured?
"Screamer, Bee and I are having a little contest to see which mech is the best in bed. He said Optimus, I said Blackout, and Star said Megatron. So we agreed to try to bed every mech we knew of. We're grading you guys to end this squabble." Barricade told a very shocked Ratchet. Ratchet… tired and fed up with younglings for the night, grabbed both Bee and Cade, and dragged them to Bee's new quarters. He threw them inside and turned back as he closed the door.
"You love him right? Stay with him tonight and I'll let you have me tomorrow. I'm too tired for this right now. Night." Ratchet closed the door and locked it from outside so that the two had some peace and quiet. Cade settled in with Bee and tucked the Camero under his arm while wrapping a blanket around his shoulders. Bee looked so sweet bundled up his blanket… perhaps joining the Autobots wasn't a bad idea. If it was for Bee… it could work. For now…let's just sleep.
Ok… sweet blooper right now. Had it on the brain.
(1) A dent like that is like a concussion to us. He was a little scrambled but nothing bed rest and medical treatment couldn't handle.
(2) …yeah, I brought him back. He and Bee work so well together. Like a catch me, kiss me, then tease me kind of deal. I love those scenarios.
(3) Hook was a Constructicon in G1, therefore he's going to be one here. Not all the Constructicons were used in the movie as part of Devastator.
Yes, it was a dream. Why? I felt like it was perfect for the time. If it doesn't work out later I'll fix it. I have been making some edits around here. Getting to it slowly. Night guys. Challenge still stands until next chapter. And I do plan to take this until they live happily ever after, so it's not going to end with the Fallen's death. Besides, I might take an interlude to do a whole chapter of bloopers just for you guys. Well, night or good morning. Thanks for the reviews and here, have a cybercupcake on me.
