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AN: Thank you for all your nice reviews. It's good to know someone enjoys my writing – but it makes publishing this chapter even harder.
I hate it!
Seriously, Starscream and obedience are like fire and water. Sure, you can use the usual scenes where he is obedient because of pain or because he's afraid or Megatron has mind washed him…
But that's boring and so I settled for this solution.
Not good, not amazing but it will do until the next chapter.
So please excuse me now, I'm going to sulk.
Corrected by mdnytryder. Thanks.
3/28 Obedient (Armada)
He could hear the voices, the crowd, the thousands of echoes in a huge room….
So much time had passed since that day, but it was still fresh in his mind, always near the surface, like a smell you can't forget, a disgusting taste, a lovely sight or the feeling of air under your wings….
His steps were light on the silvery surface of the floor, mere echoes, clicking and whirling in the steady rumble….
The memory is there forever and always and he wouldn't want it any other way….
Silence so sudden, he faltered in his steps.
But just for a moment, not important, straighten your shoulders, raise your wings and go on, show your confidence, your pride.
These words, these thoughts, this mantra, so familiar even after all this time….
A giant figure sitting on a throne, proud and tall, brilliant, a leader, his leader.
He stepped up to the throne, stopping some meters before the feet of the tall Cybertronian, his leader, and bowed his head, dropping to his knees.
He never rose from his knees. He walked, he flew, he fought – but part of him always stayed kneeling in front of his leader.
"A new recruit to our cause, a new Cybertronian willing to follow our rules and change his destiny and the fate of Cybertron itself!" Even the voice of his leader is great.
Like thunder.
"He will pledge himself to us, the Decepticons, to me, to fight for our freedom from the Autobots, to free Cybertron from its slavery and decadence, and bring about a new Golden Age and show the universe our greatness!"
Freedom, decadence, slavery…
The taste of these words are still the same on his tongue, but the meaning seems blurred, and the future isn't clear anymore.
The leader rose to his feet, his shape easily taller than any of his men.
He walks to the new recruit, the red flyer kneeling on the metallic floor and gazes down at him out of fiery red optics.
"You want to be part of the mighty Decepticon army, so swear your allegiance to me and my cause, recruit!"
His oath.
Yes, yes, he remembers the words.
He can't resist mouthing them as he remebers, repeating them once more, renewing them.
His own voice, soft and screechy in his ears after the deep growling of his leader.
"I swear to follow the rules of the Decepticons. I will show no mercy to the enemies of me and my cause…"
More memories, energon and metal, smoke and fire, screams, cries, pleading in his audios, but he doesn't care. His wingsaber slices through Autobots and Decepticons alike if they are a threat to him or his beliefs…
"I won't show weakness…"
Metal against metal, snarling voices, violence at each corner. You want to be on top? Then be willing to do anything and everything. The enemies are waiting for you on the battlefield but the real war happens in the base around you.
"I will always do my best, no matter the circumstances…"
Shooting all around him, wind under his wings, Jetfire's laughter in his audios as he aims at Cyclonus. Prime and Hot Shot racing to the Minicon-Panel, determined to touch it first, Red Alert standing above a wounded Sideswipe….
He fires his lasers at Demolisher and relishes his screams of pain. A command and he turns to help Jetfire against the irritated helicopter….
"I will always act in my and my cause's best interests…"
The hurt in their faces as he betrays them.
It hurts him, too, but he doesn't show it. He's a Decepticon after all.
But they don't know the rules of the Decepticons. Autobtos trust far too easily, they give second chances when there never should have been a first to begin with...
"I will serve my leader in all ways possible…"
Anger, pain, rebellious thoughts and answers, but even this is a possibility to help the cause, to make his leader stronger, to show him his mistakes, to teach him how to treat his subordinates and to win….
And then the cruel pain in his chest as a sword pierces his very soul. The warmth of Energon on his skin, the knowledge of his certain death….
"And I will always, no matter what the sacrifice, protect Cybertron and my cause! Nothing is worth more, nothing is more important. This is what I swear for now and ever!"
Cheers and the strong voice of his leader: "Rise, Starscream, soldier of the Decepticons. May you serve me and your cause to the best of your abilities."
He smiles, not really visible as the bright light surrounds him.
He can feel how it strips him of his metallic skin, how it vaporizes his circuits and brings his Energon to boil inside his melting tubes until they too disappear into nothing.
The pain as Unicron erases his very being is unbearable, but he feels peace because even if nobody else will ever think so, he at least knows, that he always was obedient.
Obedient in more ways Galvatron could ever imagine….
I still hate this chapter…
Perhaps, one day, I will have a new idea and remake it.
Until then I will pretend it doesn't exist. Pah…
Another thing: There should be a poll in my profile where I have listed the chapter titles I've already stories in mind. So please, say me which shot I should write next.