Chapter 9: I See You, Mary-Sue!
"Link talk"
"Comm link"
'Thoughts'
Nyeaaaahhhh… School's started once again. Well, I shall console y'all with this chapter! Credit to LittleEnglishLass for inspiration.
Kay readers, I want to make one thing clear. I absolutely REFUSE to write like them. So, I will write this chapter using intelligible English for your clarity. This is kinda like a rant chapter. I don't own Transformers. Read on!
WARNING: Slightly darker than my usual chapters, with a few human swears thrown into the mix.
"Slag it, slag it, slag it!" Nova ran down the corridor. She noticed that the hallways were deserted, adding to the sense of dread in her spark. Skidding to a stop in front of the door to the main lounge, she noticed that the usual chatter had been replaced with a stony silence. Pressing her audio receptor to the door, she could clearly hear Nightstar's gulping sobs and hysterical laughter.
Cycling a deep intake, she steeled herself as the door to the main lounge opened.
"Hello! My name is Monique Elliebella Ravenwing Darkrise Prime the DarkePryncess. I was brought up in a broken home. My mother died when I was born, and my father was abusive in every way. Many times, he also raped me. My elder sister hated me for my beauty and talents, and she would repeatedly get me into trouble for no reason. I used to be human, but then there was the whole battle in Mission City, but that's not important because it's not about me. Anyway, the Allspark wasn't really destroyed! The energy flowed into me, as I lay, dying, crushed beneath a fallen building. I was brought before Primus himself, who told me I was The Chosen One and I had a destiny to fulfil. I was chosen to be the Allspark and save the universe from Unicron! Of course, with all these changes, I was turned into a robot and I was gifted with these amazing powers. I can stop time, control nature, travel through time, read minds, fly, cast spells, speak every language in the universe, teleport, and shoot Energon from my hands. But despite all that, I wish I were normal! The responsibility of being the single most important person in the whole history of the universe is really stressful, plus my devastatingly tragic past makes me have flashbacks at any given time, and I'm extremely prone to breaking down at any given moment. I am powerful, independent, beautiful, intelligent, brave, beautiful, strong, kind, fast, beautiful, caring, and tough. I can also take on millions of Decepticons in battle and come out unhurt!" (A/N: Someone, please kill me now.)
"I have really long black, red and midnight purple hair that goes to my shins and my eyes are usually sparkly silver, but it also changes colour according to my mood. My armour colour is usually black, red, navy blue, midnight purple and dark green because I'm really depressed all the time but it also can change colour whenever I feel like it. I also have dark mind powers but I've never told anyone because I'm afraid of what I'd do if I unleashed it."
Nova nearly purged her Energon at the sight of the monstrosity in front of her and the sound of her sing-song fairy voice. Another bout of hysterical laughter caught her attention and she turned to see Icewhip flat on the ground, sparks coming out of her helm as her logic centre fritzed from the sheer nonsense that the Sue was spouting. Crystal was patting Nightstar's shoulder gently, mumbling into the medic's audio receptor. The twins were nowhere to be found.
Nightstar seemed to be the worst of all of them. She had drawn her knees to her chassis, rocking back and forth slowly on the ground. Her doorwings alternated between drooping and stiffening so quickly and her emotions were changing so fast that Nova was worried that Nightstar would go off the deep end in a negative way. The medic appeared to be laughing and crying at the same time, Energon tears pouring down her face plates. She was also hyperventilating so harshly that Nova could clearly hear her cycle her intakes.
Nova narrowed her optics, scrutinizing that eyesore as closely as she dared. 'Da slag?' She thought in disbelief, looking at the Sue's large chest. A pair of pink bunny ears sat on her helm, occasionally twitching back and forth. The most beautiful furred angel wings sprouted from her back and were a sleek jet black in colour.
"Darling, what can you transform into?" Prowl purred. Nova's jaw dropped at hearing the absolutely uncharacteristic devotion in his voice.
"I can transform into a bunny rabbit, a demon, a griffin, a jet and this gorgeous angel you all see before you!"
The Sue, whose name Nova decided to shorten to 'Mona', giggled softly, the sound of tinkling bells echoing throughout the lounge. There were a couple of thumps, and Nova turned her helm to notice that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had collapsed into a kneeling position on the ground in a cheesy, dramatic manner, both servos over their sparks.
"You're stunning," Sunstreaker whispered. Nova was conflicted between glitching on the spot at his statement and going there to slap him silly.
"Oh, you're so gorgeous! Divine! A beautiful masterpiece!" Sideswipe spouted, waving his arms around exaggeratingly.
Nova was extremely close to losing her temper. The reason why she was cold and calm when she was angry was because if her rage was unleashed, it was guaranteed that few would survive. An unstable giggle had her return to the task at hand as she reminded herself that she needed to end this quickly for hers and Nightstar's sake and sanity.
The lavender coloured femme watched in astonishment as Optimus walked up to her, retracted his facial mask so that only Mona could see and (Nova actually purged in her mouth a little) kissed the back of Mona's servo. Elita growled and stalked up to the pair that were staring at each other, love shining in both pairs of optics, and pushed them apart.
"Listen here, bitch; he's mine. Got that?"
Mona blinked slowly, as if she could not comprehend what had just happened. Honestly, neither could Nova.
'Since when do Cybertronians know human swear words?' she wondered. However, her attention was soon caught by Optimus beginning to talk.
"It's over, Elita." Optimus replaced his facial mask and stared unblinkingly at the femme commander. Nova now noticed that his optics were now tinged with pink, and after a quick scan of the other bots gathered there, so were they.
"But… but I…" Elita spluttered.
"THERE IS NO EXCUSE! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT NOW!" Optimus roared. Elita's helm drooped, Energon tears slipping down her face plates as she turned and fled out of the lounge.
'What in the Pit is going on here? Did Optimus actually yell at some bot? A femme no less! And Elita never goes down without a fight!' Nova was panicking internally as she studied each and every expression on the face plates of the bots gathered in the lounge.
Prowl was winking quite openly at Mona; the Terror Twins were busy spouting their adoration for the Sue and reciting bad poetry. Jazz was calmly but blatantly checking her out; Mirage had slowly sidled up to her, saying things like "How are you today, miss?" and "You're too beautiful for words." Hot Rod… Well… Hot Rod was cuddling every bot in sight. Nova sighed and recorded the action in her processor, knowing that Nightstar would kill her if she didn't get to keep blackmail of it.
Optimus snarled and drew Mona close to his chassis as soon as he seemed to notice Mirage. "Back off, Mirage. She's mine."
'Da frag? I thought Optimus supported peace within his troops…' Nova stood at the sidelines and watched Mirage go toe to toe with Optimus (who was still embracing that Barbie reject).
"Listen here, leader," he spat. "I was born and bred in the high-class circles. I could love her better than a lowly commoner scum."
"P-Please, stop fighting!" Mona whimpered pathetically.
"Lowlife!"
"Snob!"
"Ladies, listen to her and stop fighting. Y'all know that she'll be the happiest with me, ne?" Prowl stepped up to the trio and cupped Mona's cheek. Icewhip, who had just onlined from glitching, spotted the sight and promptly fritzed again. As expected, this sparked an argument with all the mechs in the lounge. They began to quarrel about who would be the best partner for Mona.
Suddenly, Sunstreaker's fist flashed out and caught Mirage on the chin.
What used to be a verbal war before was now a tangle of mech limbs as each bot battled each other for the right to be with Mona. The worst of them all was Optimus, who was tearing into the others easily, given his size.
Nova curled up on the ground, servos over her audio receptors. 'Temper, temper. Keep your temper in check. It will not help anyone if you lose control. Take a deep breath, release. Take a deep breath, re-'
"Everyone, stop fighting! Please! It won't be good for all of you!" A bright aura surrounded Mona and she floated above the ground. At the sight, all the brawling mechs ceased and fell to the ground as if they had been drained of energy. Optimus looked to be the worst; he was kneeling on the ground and coughing, his optics rheumy. Mona smiled and floated over to Optimus, extending her servo. He took it gratefully and looked up at her. Nova's spark flared with an emotion she had never felt before in her life. Jealousy. "Come! I am also a healer skilled in the art of healing! I have even brought Autobots back from the dead. But to do so, we shall have to go to your room."
"Of course, my dear. Of course. Maybe we could do a little more than healing, eh?" Optimus winked at her before coughing again.
"Oh Optimus, I would love to!" she purred, dragging her servo along his chassis.
Nova snapped.
"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!" Nova launched herself at the Sue, easily tackling her and holding her up against the wall of the main lounge by her neck cables.
Mona choked, clawing at Nova's servo. Ignoring the sting that came from her perfectly manicured fingernails, (why a Cybertronian would need fingernails at all was beyond her) she squeezed tighter, going into a tirade.
"YOU ARE ONE OF THE MOST ARROGANT AND IRRITATING SLUTS THAT I HAVE HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF MEETING!" Nova continued, optics going dark behind her visor. "You simply CANNOT be so perfect! There is NO way you could have had that sort of childhood! Social services would have placed you with a nice family that would have looked after and loved you like a PROPER family should!"
Mona keened, her impossibly large optics flashing between different colours in fear. This fanned the flames in Nova's spark as she continued.
"You can't be the Allspark, and the Mission City battle never happened because THIS. IS. G1! The Allspark wasn't even heard of! Even if it did exist, the energy would have killed you if you'd absorbed it. Energon in any form is NOT compatible with the human body. Primus didn't choose you, because the Earth wasn't even around when Cybertron was up and running. Primus is the god of Cybertron, not the universe. Got it? And the Allspark doesn't carry his soul or anything! It was just a box to keep a lot of energy in."
Nova tightened her hold, watching in slight sadistic glee as the Sue began to turn a little purple. Placing her face close to hers, Nova purposely vented slowly, her olfactory sensors detecting the sickeningly sweet scent of candy and…
Fear.
"As for those 'powers'… If you could do all that, why haven't you even bothered to stop the war? You're just clinging on to here like a selfish bitch! Do me, Nightstar and everyone else a favor, you go and throw yourself into a swarm of Scraplets for the sake of the rest of Cybertronian kind!"
Mona's optics watered, tears pooling in her now blue optics. She howled in pathetic anguish, causing Nova's spark to twist sickeningly. "O-Orion! Save me!" Nova's rage flared. How dare she call him that?
"Listen here, darlin'. Do you think I look like I'll let anyone save you?" Nova calmed down some, retracting her visor and face mask. Her optics were completely void of colour, portraying her murderous rage and a sadistic grin twisted her features as she looked at her prey straight in the optics. Mona squirmed, gasping like a fish out of water. Nova had guessed that this particular Sue had to breathe air and her hunch was right.
Nova felt a sharp blade positioned near her throat before a gentle nick at her neck severed her main Energon line, the lifeblood spilling forth and dripping down her frame. Nova merely growled, pressing her servo to the cut as she replaced her visor and face mask.
Battle computer: Online
Logic processor: Online
Pain receptors: Offline
"Put. Her. Down." Nova easily recognized the voice of the one wielding the blade as Optimus.
"Or what?" Nova sneered, unable to think normally.
Blurry notices flitted across her visor, but she paid them no mind as she stared the red and blue down.
"Or you will wish you had never attacked my intended."
Logic processor: Offline
Letting out a loud battle cry, Nova released her captive and swung her pede, catching Optimus on the side and blasting him into the wall. Unsubspacing her sword, she stalked over and sank it into the wall just beside Optimus's helm. "Don't you EVER say that again." She growled lowly, lips near his audios.
Out of the blue, she was struck in the back by some sort of rainbow-like energy. Turning, a spine-chilling and bloodthirsty howl left her throat as she pounced at the Sue; whose servos were glowing pink. She was crying and saying revolting things like "I do not want to do this, but I must." Pulling her other sword out of subspace, Nova thrust the blade into the Sue's spark chamber, the latter having absolutely no chance against the vengeful femme.
Nova watched in heartless glee at the look of agony on the Sue's face plates. Tightening her fist suddenly, Nova jerked and turned her sword to the side. Throwing her helm back, the Sue gave an impossibly long and drawn-out screech before fading into nothing.
A bright beam of light rose into the air, and Nova found herself staring up at the ghost of the Sue. When she reached the ceiling, the translucent figure exploded. Suddenly, all of the Autobots who had suddenly disappeared into nowhere appeared; collapsed on the ground in a heap.
"You did it. You got rid of that horrid… thing." Wheeljack said, standing up.
"NONE OF YOU NOTICED I WAS GONE, RIGHT? RIGHT?!" Tracks screeched.
"Ultranova, are you alright? You were quite unstable when you confronted that femme." Ratchet looked concernedly at her. Nova merely waved everyone off with an uncaring servo, a strange look in her optics. Nightstar went up to her, knowing that she had seen something that would stay with her for life.
"Ultranova? Ultranova Prime? You don't need to force yourself," she said gently, placing a servo on her shoulder. Nightstar never used Nova's full designation unless she wanted Nova to take her words seriously. "You can cry, scream, celebrate that it is gone. Just… don't force yourself to be strong. Just this once." Nova looked over at her, and at Optimus; who had gotten up already. A strange feeling bubbled up in her spark.
There was a tickle in her vocal processor...
An odd... tickle.
Her shoulders shook for a bit and suddenly she retracted her face mask and her mouth opened. What came out startled every bot in the room. A low laugh. Nova was laughing. Why? Why was she laughing? This wasn't the time to laugh...Was it?
Soon her frame began to shake as she held herself and doubled over. Finally her laughter escalated louder until it mixed with heavy gasping sounds as tears of Energon fell down her face. Ignoring the concerned yells of the others, Nova staggered through the parting crowd, pointedly avoiding optic contact with Optimus. Just as she was about to reach the door, her strength left her and she collapsed; giving herself up to the darkness.
Red optics flashed once from the service ducts before a feline-like body disappeared into the network of pipes.
Megatron waited impatiently, tapping a pede on the ground as he stared at his communications officer and Second-In-Charge. To be truthful, he had felt rather astonished the moment Starscream had arrived back at base some cycles ago. Barely online, he looked like he had been torn into. The brutality of his injuries had caused the Decepticon leader to raise a figurative eyebrow and wonder who had been strong enough to wound him that severely.
"Soundwave, do tell me that you have information on what happened during the battle a few cycles ago." His crimson optics watched his TIC nod.
"Affirmative." Soundwave's monotonous voice filled the room as he brought up a video feed of the battle. He zoomed in on the feeds of the twins, Crystal, Nightstar, Icewhip and Nova. Megatron's gaze was glued to Nova as her lips parted to taunt his troops.
"A femme Prime?" He smirked internally. This was going to be interesting.
"Release your prisoner Starscream, and I will not damage you...much."
Megatron just barely managed to stop his cooling fans from kicking on at the low growl in the femme's voice, choosing to take notice of the way his air commander flinched away from the voice like it was the Cybonic Plague. His unasked question was answered as a savage shriek filled his audios and he watched Starscream get pounded into slag by a femme Seeker.
Arching an optic ridge he glared at his SIC, silently demanding an answer for his incompetence. The Seeker refused to give an answer, inciting Megatron's rage further as he gave a loud roar before slamming the coward into the wall. The sheer force of the blow caused Starscream to fall into temporary stasis.
A ping from the computer had Megatron narrow his optics irritably. "What is it?" he growled out, fed up with the fact that his Air Commander had been beaten by a mere femme.
"Incoming transmission from Ravage. Contains information about new femmes. Permission to play recording?" Soundwave intoned.
Megatron nodded and Soundwave played the recording. Both mechs watched as the purple femme launched herself at a strange bot, before Optimus positioned his axe at her throat. Before either Con could blink, the femme Prime had downed Optimus and speaking lowly to him. Megatron's cooling fans finally kicked on as soon as he heard her howl; the noise sending pleasurable chills down his back struts.
The final straw was when he watched her obliterate the spark of her adversary without any mercy, the look in her optics causing him to shudder with pleasure as he retreated to his berth room before the recording was finished.
It's finished. Now I shall go and gouge my eyes out. Please R&R and tell me what you think!
-Love, Nova