OK, so this is the very first installment of my new series, "The Autosnot Chronicles". Contrary to what the saga is called, the main characters will mostly be Decepticons, assuming that things won't change after Book 2. I had intended to write Shatter and Tina's story first, but today, while working out, I suddenly had the burning urge to write a Dropkick/OC story so I'm charging headfirst into that.
Also, there's no proof whatsoever that Shatter and Dropkick are siblings but that's the interpretation I'm rolling with.
The climate was relentless. The sun clearly didn't wish to give him a break, and the hot wind battered his frame without ever letting up, constantly blowing sand into his electro-gizzards.
How did it ever come to this?
He had clearly been hunting down Autobot remnants when he ran into those...things.
Before they threw themselves into that wormhole, before the stars cried out and the terrors came and he learned what it was like, to fight for survival, they had weeded out a hidden rebel base, they'd burned it to the ground, then he had cut the throat of the last man, an Autobot whose name they didn't bother to remember, and then left it to die, choke in the great big void.
And when, not too long after, when a living star fighter made of claws and fangs and alien pink optics grabbed his sister, Dropkick felt a furious beating within him and saw nothing but white–and before he knew it, he had fired a round at the assailant, which was clearly not Cybertronian, then they'd zoomed away, finding a place to hide within a station they barely knew.
"It's not time to be a hero, Dropkick!" His sister whisper-yelled over his shoulder. "Those things—those things…"
Artificial light glinted off a mangled corpse of an Autobot.
A scream, far off in the distance, blossomed, a knife in their minds.
The bulbous, hateful ship remains, what the tide dragged in.
"Shatter, I never could have left you there," he breathed out, hands still shaking. "Don't—"
Pulling him into her arms, she stood in the middle of chaos, gulping in the dust-ridden air as another explosion rattled the station.
Dropkick squeezed his eyes shut, a feeling long forgotten slowly seeping into his mind.
"I know, firecracker. I'm sorry, I was just—that thing had me and all I could think of was my dropkick, better me than dropkick and then you were there, and you were so brave. So brave, my little brother. I shouldn't have forgotten that warrior spirit."
"Someone taught me well." His own red eyes flickered with emotion.
She nodded, once, then her expression shifted. "If we are to finish the mission and locate Optimus Prime, we will have to reopen that wormhole we came through, and the generator is on the other side of the station. I normally do not say this, but we'll have to give everything we got."
A light blazed awake in Dropkick's chest.
His big sister, brave and strong, fought harder when others could not.
"Warrior spirits, right?" They grinned at each other, as their faceplates could manage.
"Warrior spirits."
The words carried their own effervescence flowing throughout his body.
And the two of them charged back into the fray, faces bared in fierce grins, eyes narrowed with determination.
The stars roared in response, as if proud of their bravery.
Dropkick wondered if fire streamed from their backs like pairs of wings—if Shatter and him had turned into vengeful angels ready to tear apart those things standing between them and the wormhole generator.
Dancing in zero gravity, unloading their whole cache on those not-flesh-not-metal monstrosities, viciously explosive—they carved their way to the other side of the station, and got their hands on the busted-up generator, turning it on for one last hyperspace jump.
All the way, his spark beat to a war-tune, savage and brilliant alongside Shatter.
The tell-tale rainbow shimmer of the wormhole burst all around them, unstable yet defiant, beating, and furious; arcing in fabulous rays and unfurling like jewels as the generator whirred to life, sputtering, on its last legs.
"Warrior spirits." she spoke before disappearing into a rainbow whirlpool, "We will meet again."
The next thing he knew, the wormhole spat him out on a derelict moon, away from the terrors, away from everything. Far from home. Time blurred together as he once again began a long journey across the stars, trying to locate any Autobot rebels, downing a few merchant ships unfortunate enough to cross paths with him and using the spare parts to repair whatever damage he'd sustained(usually sparing a crew member to do the job), and trying to reestablish contact with his sister.
How in Primus's name he ended up on this desolate wasteland, he had no idea. Admittedly, he had found a place to recharge, but he would never take to the stars again.
At least, maybe he could...no, it was useless. He had wished to go out fighting, but no. He had to meet his end on a strange backwater planet, never to be remembered. He would die like this, not even bothering to switch forms, lying down on a roadside.
Phantom voices echoed from afar, as the unforgiving sun blazed down on him. The last thing he heard before darkness claimed him was "Suit! We have a Code Violet here!"
The 'Con blinked heavily. The pain numbed his body. He moaned.
He couldn't be dead, otherwise he wouldn't feel pain.
Damn! Death, did you forget me intentionally?
"Hey, look, he's waking up!" said a high-pitched drawl. He jerked awake, only to find he was tied down, strapped to some kind of work table. A small flesh creature, heavy black tresses framing its dark face, looked down at him with wide-blown eyes. "Easy there, dude. Name's Emma Douglas, but everyone calls me Suit, except for my girlfriend. You coming in peace?"
"What is this place?" he croaked out.
"My garage." said the flesh creature. "Stump found ya near our town and pinged me. You're a real lucky 'bot, having crossed paths with the greatest mechanic in Iron Gulch. Yep, you're alive. A bit banged up, but alive. With me on the case, you'll be up and running in no time."
He squirmed, wanting to break out, only to cringe up when sharp pain lanced through him again. His gaze wandered downwards, only to find that he had been butchered, dismembered, ripped open in many places; the flesh creature's doing, no doubt.
"Shh, buddy, might wanna stay still there." said the flesh creature as it continued to tweak his warped insides and replace busted parts. "It'll only hurt more if you move."
"You'll pay." he growled, crimson gaze never leaving the flesh creature as it worked.
Then another flesh creature, with a much paler and smaller complexion, ambled over to his prone form. "Mister? Are you OK?" it squeaked, "You were badly hurt."
"Good Lord!" a female voice cried. "Be careful darling! He could kill you."
The juvenile murmured "Cool!"
"Jason! Keep distance immediately! Jennie! Stay here!"
Amidst the chaos, a new voice cut through the buzz. "So this is what it's all about..." it said. The voice belonged to yet another flesh creature, a shade paler than the Emma Douglas creature but still quite dark. Long, thin, black tendrils oozed from the top of its head. "Haven't seen a Transformer in, like, seven years. What do you want, huh, Code Violet? Name's Advika Rathore, by the way, but you can call me Addy. I'm the sheriff of this here town, and the proud girlfriend of the one who's repairing you." It walked to the side of the Emma Douglas and placed a kiss on its fleshy face.
"My name is Vince Kenton, but you may call me Stump. If you wish to harm us, we can and we will fight back." said another flesh creature with a much deeper voice and thin tendrils sprouting from its face. It held some kind of primitive firearm in its hands.
From behind it, another juvenile with a strikingly pale complexion, lifted a hand to him from some kind of soft, long chair. A screen in front of it was playing a video feed of moving flat drawings, featuring four, green, vaguely reptilian creatures with large armored shells on their backs. "Hey there," it said. Waves of bright color were bursting from its head, and its eyes were a glimmering purple-violet.
"That's Niamh." said the Emma Douglas. "No one knows where she came from. She's this town's resident little menace who showed up one day and made herself at home in this very garage. Now stay still, I'm trying to help you. Just you wait, and everything will be alright."
He groaned, then laid back down on the long table, eyes once again facing the ceiling. He'd never been alone, with no anchor to keep him in line. Other 'Cons, even Lord Megatron himself, saw him as too overly violent for even their standards, and they would have disposed of him already if he didn't have a sister, who had always kept him in check, when his need for violence got out of hand. She was the calm guiding light to his loose cannon. They had always been together, an unstoppable team. He honestly had no clue how he'd function without her. Now, on a backwater planet, at the mercy of lower organic lifeforms, and with no idea of her whereabouts, he was far from alright.
He wished Death would take him now.
Scared Of The Dark-Lil Wayne
I'm not scared of the dark,
I'm not runnin', runnin', runnin',
No, I'm not afraid of the fall,
I'm not scared, not at all,
Why would a star, a star ever be afraid of the dark?
I'm not sca-a-a-a-a-ared,
I'm not sca-a-a-a-a-ared, even from the start,
I'm not scared, of the dark,
Of the dark, mmm.
(Tunechi)
I ain't never scared, I ain't never horrified,
I just look down at my Rolex, it said it's the darkest times,
I ain't never terrified, I ain't never petrified,
You know I see dead people, I just tell 'em, "Get a life",
I ain't never scurred, I'm not sure if that's a word, but,
I mean every word, feelin' like, "Do not disturb", wait,
Let me testify, I have never testified,
And I'm married to my pride, I ain't never, never cried.
I got eyes, like marbles, if I cry, they sparkle,
You know I can read your mind like I'm the author,
There's a line for tomorrow and that line's gettin' shorter,
I'm behind the trigger, what if I am the target?
Deep sigh, a sayōnara, I ain't afraid to die,
It's either goodbye or good mornin', and the skies start to fallin',
And I'ma shine in the darkness,
I look back down at my Rollie, it says, "Time for the chorus",
You know I'm not scared,
Of the dark,
(I ain't never scared, I ain't never scared)
I'm not runnin', runnin', runnin',
No, I'm not afraid of the fall,
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm not scared, not at all,
(I ain't never scared, I ain't never scared)
Why would a star, a star ever be afraid of the dark?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm not scared,
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm not scared, even from the start,
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm not scared of the dark,
(I ain't never scared, I ain't never scared)
Of the dark,
(I ain't never scared, I ain't never scared)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Okay, put my heart to the side,
In my feelings, hoe, let's ride,
Big MAC to the side,
If she call, I'm gon' slide,
"That my baby," boy, you crazy,
She might get a new Mercedes,
She say she want me, oowee,
Okay, lil' shawty, let's do this, uh-huh,
If only you count the tears I've cried,
A million times, I swear I've died,
I'm trying, but it's still not right,
The only time I want her is night,
I'm not scared of the dark,
(I ain't never scared, I ain't never scared)
I'm not runnin', runnin', runnin'
No, I'm not afraid of the fall,
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm not scared, not at all,
(I ain't never scared, I ain't never scared)
Why would a star, a star ever be afraid of the dark?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm not scared, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I ain't never scared, I ain't never scared)
I'm not scared, (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Even from the start, (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm not scared of the dark, (I ain't never scared, I ain't never scared)
(I ain't never scared, I ain't never scared)
Of the dark, mm. (I ain't never scared)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.