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AN: Thank you for all your nice reviews. I'm glad that the former chapter made you smile.
I now have a poll in my biography where you can choose the next chapter of this fanfic, or at least the next chapter I already have an idea what to write.
Corrected by mdnytryder. Thanks.
2/28 Happy (G1)
Smoke and ash lingered in the air, edged with the smell of rust, melting metal and spilled Energon.
The sky was blood red, a dying sun surrounded by thick clouds made a place for the cold, bright evening star, which seemed unfazed by the horrible number of deaths this day.
Where the ground was not covered with grime and dull metallic limbs and corpses, it was stained with electric crackling pink Energon and spilled hydraulic fluids. Wings, legs, arms, heads, all mixed in the remains of the battle, and no one could say, which limb had been part of an Autobot and which corpse once belonged to a Decepticon.
Only two giant dead mechs were different.
Their remains were situated on a little hill, away from the others and almost obscene in their completeness and cleanliness. Certainly, they had their fair share of scratches and dents, and they too leaked Energon out of different wounds like small streams, staining the grass under their pale bodies, but their deaths had been swift and relatively painless, without the searing agony of all the crushing and ripping and piercing and burning that had taken their subordinates' lives.
One of the giants had once been an Autobot, a great, compassionate leader and brave warrior, colored in vibrant blue and red. The other giant had been a Decepticon, the firm and strong Supreme Commander, willing to do anything for the cause he believed in.
Now they were dead, felled by two fully charged Null Ray shots while they were locked in a fierce battle with each other.
Their CPUs never stood a chance….
And now, in death, they finally had a clear similarity - there was nobody left who would have cared about their fate.
Under the light of the evening star Starscream was crowned on Cybertron.
His chest swelled with pride. Now he not only achieved his lifelong dream and goal of becoming the Supreme Commander of the Decepticons, but he had also slaughtered all the important Autobots while leading his troops after Megatron's fall.
Now Cybertron was fully his and his alone, something even the great and mighty Megatron had always dreamed of.
He was the ruler of Cybertron now, the brilliant metallic planet in the depths of the universe, future base for the exploration and conquest of all known and unknown galaxies.
Starscream rose to his feet, the royal cape heavy on his shoulders and the golden crown fitting on his head like it was made for him and him alone.
The crowd cheered as he faced it and he looked into all the faithful, happy faces of the Cybertronians who knew that finally they had the best of the best as their rightfully leader.
He gifted them with a smile and their enthusiasm reached new heights.
Finally, all his dreams had come true….
"Shall I wake him, Lord Megatron?" Scrapper looked down on the, for once, peaceful form of Starscream, Air Commander of the Decepticon Army and current occupant of the med bay in the Decepticon base.
The white and red Seeker was deep in recharge, unconsciously cooing and chirping like a sparkling, with a smile on his lips that made his appearance surprising beautiful and appealing.
The Constructions couldn't decide if they wanted to make fun of him, find him utterly adorable, or run like Unicron himself was on their heels because of the weirdness of the situation.
Megatrons gaze wandered over the peaceful countenance of his second, then he looked away, torn between amusement, embarrassment and unpleasantness as Starscream crooned particularly loudly.
"Let him sleep," was his final decision as he awkwardly patted a silver wing.
His treacherous SIC had fought well in the last battle with the Autobots, actually taking a shot for Megatron, nobody could understand why, that had led to his arrival in the medbay with less of his metal attached to his body than could be found on the battlefield.
He had earned himself a good night's rest.
Besides, for once, even the infamous Megatron had not the Spark to wake Starscream from his dreams….
Isn't he cute?
Well, I have two questions for you.
1) Who was the Prime at the end of the whole G continuities? Or were there two Primes? Rodimus and Optimus?
2) I know read there was no Primus in G but can I use him anyway?