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Previously- Unfortunately for Skywarp though, who had wished for more than a bit of respect to occur between the two, things were not moving fast enough. He had heard from a reliable source that the femmes on Pandemonium were having a private get together- no mechs allowed. Skywarp had heard rumours about the type of things that go on at femme get-togethers...Skywarp had a very good imagination.
23 March 1986, Pandemonium Common Area Level 2, 20:00 joors...
The femmes of the Pandemonium had all gathered in one of the common areas on the Pandemonium for one of their regular get-togethers. These sessions generally was a big gossip fest for the femmes, who discussed their relationships, best looking mechs and getting absolutely smashed on high grade. All thoughts of rank and position on the ship were dropped in favour of a good femmes were generally not seen for about a half a deca-cycle (week and a half) after one of these gatherings. After all the femmes had arrived, the doors to the common area were barricaded behind them.
Within a joor, the fun was well underway. Nitrofire, Whirlblade, Techtronica, Shadowblaster and Trackracer sat lounging on the floor of the common area, cubes of high grade in each of their hands. They had lost count of exactly how many they had. Shadowblaster was currently ranting about the stash of Playbot data-discs she had found in her mate, Barricade's desk draw.
"And do you know what he said to me...told me they weren't his...that he had confiscated them in the course of his duties"
"So what exactly did you do?", giggled Trackracer
"Told him that he could go recharge in the control room for stellar cycle (7 ½ months). He won't be getting any love from me I tell you"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously"
"Wow...isn't that a bit harsh"
There was silence for a nano-klik before all the femmes burst into laughter at Trackracer's apparent concern for Shadowblaster's mate. It seemed as though the conversation had suddenly given Trackracer an idea. Moving from the floor to a nearby table, Trackracer jumped on top and struck a pose before turning to the other femmes.
"what the frak are you doing?!,"squeaked Techtronica
"What do you think? Am I Playbot material?", asked Trackracer, a sly grin crossing her faceplates
"You are a riot Trackracer...you think they would take all of us", laughed Whirlblade.
Soon all the femmes were up and posing, showing off their best angles and laughing. Too bad that they were too over-energised on high grade to notice camera flashes going off from a air-circulation vent in a corner of the room.
When the femmes were finished mucking around, they turned again to more a more serious discussion- the command trine!
"So Nitro, what is going on with those three gorgeous seekers you fly with?"
"You do recall that two of them Skywarp and Thundercracker, are my wing mates? Nothing is going on between us"
"Well what about the other one...Strascream?"
Nitrofire, not expecting that, spat the high grade that she had jus sipped, across the room. Not very dignified!
"What the frag are you talking about?"
"Well...he's not your wing mate, sooooo..."
"No way Whirlblade, Shadowblaster...not going to happen. He may be a good looking, intelligent mech with a nice aft but his attitude leaves much to be desired"
"So you do have a thing for him..."
"I refuse to dignify that with an answer and I absolutely forbid you to disclose what has been said here. Now on another note...Techtronica, what is it I have heard about Soundwave visiting your quarters late of a night and not leaving until the morning?
24 March 1986, Command Trine's Quarters, Skywarp's personal quarters...
Skywarp grinned as he scanned the images that had been sent to him by Reflector, Frenzy and Rumble. They were an absolute treasure! He was definitely glad that he managed to get that party infiltrated, although if the femmes caught wind of this, he would be moving himself to the nearest Decepticon bunker on land and staying there until the incident was forgotten.
He had already put a screensaver of Nitrofire on Starscream's personal computer (best part was, they couldn't be erased without the password Skywarp had encrypted the file). He also had Octane create a life-sized poster of the femme seeker (Nitrofire, Commander Sexy-wings boldly printed across the poster) and had it glued to the wall in Starscream's personal recharging quarters. Best part was, it could not be removed without damaging the paint on the wall behind and Skywarp knew Starscream would not want to risk getting in trouble again from Megatron...at least not until another one of Megatron's plan failed.
All in all, Skywarp though that his latest venture was a success. Images of the Pandemonium's femmes had been sought out by the soldiers of the Nemesis. He even heard that Megatron himself had 'confiscated ' and kept some of the image despite citing the images would be a distraction for the mechs onboard...Skywarp would bet all the credits he had made that good'ole Megs would enjoy being 'distracted' by pictures of some pretty femmes. Speaking of the femmes...from what he had heard, they would not be making an appearance for at least another ten solar cycles by then, all the mechs would have their pictures safely in their quarters and out of sight (all except Starscream of course), meaning that hopefully he and his co-conspirators would be in the clear.
Unfortunately, what Skywarp did not count on was Octane's double dealings with the Autobots.
The Ark, Main Communication Room...
Optimus Prime had just concluded a meeting regarding Ark security measures with the rest of the Autobots , all of them currently standing from their seats, when an electronic noise alerted them to an incoming message. Jazz, who was sitting closest to the computer, pressed the 'accept' button. The message itself had been sent by Octane (who for a Decepticon, the Autobots thought was a pretty good guy) and had a whole series of untitled image files attached. Jazz looked at the computer screen before clicking on the first image.
"Hey that's the seeker that flew through the Ark and threw us into the wall", exclaimed Sideswipe
"I didn't know that seeker was a femme...look at those curves ' Sides"
"What about those wings and that aft 'Sunny"
"Alright enough of your seeker fetish you two", growled Ratchet, "move over and let us see the rest of those pictures"
There was chaos as the 'bots crowded around the computer screen to get a better look at the images...didn't matter that they were Decepticons...a pretty femme was a pretty femme.
Optimus Prime stood at to the sidelines with Prowl, both at a loss as to what to do. Prime was just glad Chromia was out with Elita, it would not have been pretty if Chromia were to come back and see Ironhide gawking at the pictures of other femmes. Prowl stood stony-faced until the image of one particular femme appeared- Shadowblaster. Pushing through the mechs in front of the computer, he paused the image on the screen to make sure he was correct.
"Wassup Prowl?", asked Jazz, confused by his friend's behaviour
"It's Shadowblaster...my brother's mate. If she is here, then that means he is as well"
"You have a brother?,"asked Sunstreaker and Sideswipe in unison
"Yes...yes I do. His designation is Barricade and...he is a Decepticon"
