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Previously- he had heard stories of corruption amongst their ranks and that is all he had though they were at the time, stories. Now it appears that they were true and had effectively turned all of Cybertron against each other. The Decepticons whose original goal had been to remove an unfair, unjust and corrupt council. The Autobots who had believed the words of the council and fought for them and what they believed was right. And the Seekers...oh Primus...the ones who had never wanted to get involved in the first place and were now near extinction because of their choice. The seekers here on Earth were the last of their kind, a diminished people, on the verge of complete annihilation.
Optimus shuttered his optics as his intakes shuddered at the horrors of what had been done in the past by those all of Cyberton had trusted...he would make it right for them all..the Autobots...the Decepticons...and the seekers...he swore to himself that no more of the seekers would die in this war that they were forced to be in.
3 April 1986, Starscream's Personal Recharge Quarters...
To say that Skywarp had been in serious trouble after 'redecorating' Starscream's personal quarters would have been a gross under-statement. The black seeker had been appeared in Hook's med bay sporting a series of null-ray inflicted scorch marks to his structure...not to mention he still couldn't feel his wings.
Starscream has so far been unable to remove the life-sized poster of Nitrofire from the wall of his personal quarters...whatever concoction Skywarp had used to put it there had proven to be extremely strong. As such, the tri-coloured seeker could only hope that Nitrofire didn't suddenly decide it would be a good idea to come and see him in his quarters...if she discovered that poster there was no doubt Skywarp would be visiting the med bay again very soon. He would probably not get out completely unscathed either. If there was one thing he had learnt in life it was never, ever annoy a heavily armed femme...you would probably end up with a few body parts less than you had before. He shuddered as he remembered that that is exactly how Shockwave had lost one of his hands.
Starscream looked over at the poster on the wall, taking in the appearance of the femme who had unknowingly become trine-bound to his wing mates. He had to admit, she was a very beautiful femme with a lovely face, wonderful curves and absolutely glorious wings. He often had to stop himself from attempting to touch them to see what type of reaction he could get. It seemed though, that the femme always knew what he was thinking at those moments as she would often look over and smirk at him (damn telepathic implant of hers!). Starscream also thought that her colours were very striking, much like his own were. If it were not for the war, Starscream thought to himself bitterly, he probably would have sought her out and courted her.
"Glad to know that you appreciate me Starscream", purred a feminine voice in Starscream's right audio receptor.
Oh slag, thought Starscream, how did she get in unnoticed?
"Must you use those mind-tricks of yours Nitrofire?,"
"Oh come on Starscream, how else am I supposed to know what you were thinking, "Nitrofire replied grinning widely, "I came into you quarters and tried to speak to you and got no response...I was starting to wonder if you were recharging"
"That is beside the point...what has you in such a good mood anyway?"
"Nothing...absolutely nothing...mind telling me where you got that poster from...I mean really Starscream...Commander Sexy-wings? Not very creative. What was it you called me when we first met...Cyber-harpy wasn't it?"
"I knew that you wanted something...well, you can blame that idiot Skywarp...he put the fraggin' thing up in my quarters and I can't get it down. I have already taken a few shots at him for that. There are pictures of you and your femmes floating all over Nemesis. And you cant blame me for the name-calling! You hit me first!"
"I know...I had a meeting with Megatron this morning. I arrived a bit earlier than he expected and found him trying to hide them in his desk seemed slightly embarrassed- almost like a sparkling caught looking at naughty pictures. Unfortunately that is not the worst of it...it seems the images were sent to the Autobots as well and my crew and I have been receiving messages from some members of the Autobot crew all week"
Picturing a frantic Megatron attempting to hide the offending pictures in his desk when Nitrofire walked in his office, Starscream burst out laughing. Oh how he wished he had been there...it would have provided him with some leverage over his commander.
"Now if you have had your amusement for this morning Starscream, perhaps you could tell me where Skywarp is...Bombarda and Shadowblaster have already convinced his co-conspirators, who told them after a little "gentle" persuasion that he was the mastermind behind the scheme...from how he had our little get-together infiltrated all the way through to having the images reproduced"
"Fortunately for him he is not here or I would shoot him again myself"
"I'm afraid Starscream that there will be a long line of fellow Decepticons wanting to take a shot at him"
As luck would have it, Skywarp waltzed through the door of Starscream's quarters...
"Hey 'Screamer, you wouldn't happen to have seen TC would...oh slag"
"May I Starscream?"
"Oh of course Commander, ladies first"
Nemesis Med Bay...
Unfortunately for Skywarp, in his rush to escape from two rather angry seekers, he forgot his ability to teleport. Many null-ray blasts later, Skywarp walked into the med bay, covered in various scorch marks and unable to feel certain parts of his anatomy. Hook took one look at him and sighed. His work never ended.
"Who have you upset this time Skywarp?", asked the agitated medic
" Starscream and Nitrofire", replied Skywarp
"Was this over the spying on the femmes and selling their pictures incident?"
"Didn't get a chance to ask them...they were too busy shooting me and I was too busy trying not to die"
"Well...go sit over on that berth and let me have a look at you"
"..."
"What now?"
"I can't sit down..."
"I think I'm going to regret this...why?"
"Well...Nitrofire blasted my aft off..."
