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seiberwingA small note of trivia: anyone in the TFDeadzone RPG (and Primus knows why they’d be reading this dreck to begin with) may notice a mildly familiar character appearing at the end of the chapter. He’s gotten better, I promise. Thanks also to my dad for a bit of advice in the Science! Department.
Part One found here. Not that it will make this make any more sense.-
Primus' Gift
Part 2
“So, how are my two favorite patients today?"
Tracks and Hot Rod glowered at the medic as they tried to get comfortable. It was hard to believe that Tracks was six months pregnant and Hot Rod three.
First Aid had already determined that, unlike humans, the likelihood of there being female babies was very slim. So all four expectant parents were looking forward to being fathers of two little Mechs.
Cyclonus: I’d be a bit concerned—well, more concerned—if they were anything but mechs.
Scourge: And they know all this…how?
But right now, all they wanted was to get comfortable.
“Quit being so damn cheerful," Tracks snapped as he lay down for the
ultrasound.
Cyclonus: That’s not even physically possible. *hefts the Magically Appearing Laptop and reads aloud* “The ultrasound would have a problem because it does not penetrate the metal. Ultrasound is used to some extent to look for flaws in metals but that is somewhat different. You need a media that will propagate the signal (vibration). Liquids do that particularly well, and the different densities in soft tissue (it behaves a lot like water), as for a fetus reflect differently so that you can distinguish shapes. To look inside metal you need something that penetrates reasonably well, like x-rays or particles like electrons or neutrons.” (Seiberdad, Jan. 2008)
Scourge: Dare I ask how you’re talking in MLA?
Cyclonus: Best not to.
The medic chuckled as he ran the scanner over the distended robot.
Cyclonus: This conjures up images of Scourge with Matrixwarts.
He studied the results for a moment and then ran the scan a second time, followed by a third. Finally, he ran a scan on the scanner to be certain it was working.
Scourge: Ah, but what did he scan the scanner’s scanner with?
"Um� is everything ok?" Tracks was beginning to get nervous. He hadn't been sleeping as much sleep as usual and recharge was getting to be impossible. He hoped that everything was fine.
Galvatron:: …hadn’t been sleeping as much sleep?
Cyclonus: Fanon says sleep is the same as recharge anyway. I have no idea what he’s on about.
Scourge: Fanon also says that the fabled recharge port has more than one use. It’s possible they’re talking about something entirely different.
"Yes, everything's just fine�" First Aid spoke slowly. "But I think I'll call Optimus."
Cyclonus: Call him what?
"Whoa! Hold it!" The blue bot shot up and practically jumped the medic. "What
is it? What's wrong?"
Scourge: Nothing that can’t be cured with healing sex. Which you seem to be
already initiating.
"Nothing's wrong," First Aid assured him seeing the distress. "I just don't
want to have to go over this twice if necessary. Let me call Optimus."
Scourge: Call him—no, wait, already did that one.
"You rang?" The leader of the Autobots calmly walked in.
He stopped when he saw the look on his lover's face. "Is something wrong?"
'Primus, don't let it be the baby,' he thought.
Galvatron:: Because nothing is ever, ever more important than The Baby.
"Well, I suppose I can tell you now�" Excusing themselves, he led them
into his office. Hot Rod lay down and sighed. Rubbing his belly, he smiled
softly. In just a few months' time he and Ultra Magnus would have tangible proof
of their love.
Cyclonus: You know, most people settle for scuffed paint or small tokens of affection. Or Autobot heads.
"TWINS?!"
Cyclonus: *headScourge’swing*
Galvatron:: More lunacy!
Scourge: In retrospect I probably should have seen this one coming.
The young Autobot nearly fell off the table in shock. He pushed himself up
and crept quietly towards the door to the office.
Scourge: He was given away by the horrid scraping of his infested abdomen against the metal floor.
"Yes, you're having twins. There are three Sparks inside of you; one is fully
mature and easily recognizable as yours while the other two are incomplete."
Galvatron:: It’s either a spark or it isn’t a spark. You can’t have an ‘incomplete’ spark.
Scourge: Unless you’re Beast Wars Rampage, but that’s something entirely different.
Cyclonus: Where are they even coming from? No one’s been to Vector Sigma.
"We're having twins�" Optimus covered his face and groaned softly.
"I already picked out a name�" Tracks sighed.
Galvatron:: Unholy Abomination?
***
Air Raid sighed deeply. He was late� again. He knew it wasn't something
that could be helped, but he could hardly bare the thought of not seeing him.
His heart ached for him. His face lit up as a familiar pair of strong arms
wrapped around his slender waist. 'Hey there.'
Cyclonus: Why do they constantly have ‘slender waists’?
Scourge: I think it’s an uke thing, same as the strong arms. Watch it be Cliffjumper or something.
"Hey yourself. Sorry I'm late. The Big Man gave us a lot to do."
Scourge: Who, Big Daddy?
Air Raid smiled and turned. "That's okay. I forgive you." He rested his head against his lover's shoulder. "It seems like our visits are getting shorter whole the time between longer."
"I know. I wish I could just stay with you forever."
"Air Raid!"
Scourge: Get your hand out of there! I told you, I’m waiting until marriage.
Galvatron:: What utterly sappy nonsense.
Air Raid and his lover turned in shock as the Arielbots charged up angrily.
Cyclonus: When did Vector Prime’s harem get here? *it’s an Insecticomics joke, if you have no idea what he’s on about*
The day of reckoning for he and Skywarp had come.
Cyclonus: …wait, what? Shouldn’t he be…well, me?
Scourge: Air Raid, what did we tell you about reckless time traveling?
***
Galvatron was furious. Skywarp had snuck off and from what he had learned it
wasn't the first time.
Galvatron:: Skywarp being an idiot is hardly news. Skywarp being here at all, on the other hand…
Thundercracker had tried to defend his brother but it was useless. He knew
that when his leader was all ready angry it took little more to ignite the
flame.
Scourge: And don’t we know it. *grin that’s far from innocent*
'Skywarp;'
The Decepticons started firing as soon as they reached Iacon's gates. The large Transformer looked about as the Autobots came out. "Well, well�
If it isn't my good friend Optimus Prime!" Galavtron chuckled.
Galvatron:: Firing at what? The gates don’t break that easily.
Optimus was not in the mood for games. With only a few more months until the
babies were born he wanted to be as close as possible to his beloved.
Scourge: They could always play Scrabble.
Galvatron:: Because we’re always going to wait for Autobots to give birth before we go Decepticoning all over the galaxy and destroying all who stand before us.
And he certainly didn't want Galavtron to get his hands on Tracks again.
"What do you want this time?" he snapped.
Scourge: Just a little rape, murder, and pillage. You know, the usual. Oh, and we need to borrow your lawnmower.
"Just looking for an AWOL soldier. Now stand aside!"
"SILVERBOLT! STOP!"
Cyclonus: Silverbolt? When did he get here?
Air Raid's shriek pierced through the sounds of the battle and everyone turned
to look. The Arielbots thought that their brother was being attacked and had
rushed to help him.
Scourge: Oh, right, the thing that was just happening but is actually happening at the same time as what’s happening now. Work better with timelines, human.
Skywarp, with a wounded arm, had his weapon raised. Air Raid stood before his
beloved, arms out stretched providing a shield.
Cyclonus: When did he get wounded?
Galvatron:: That just makes it easier to shoot the both of them at once. Standing in front of him’s not going to block the blast.
"Air Raid!" Optimus turned away from Galvatron. "What are you doing?"
"Skywarp! Return at once!" Galvatron snarled.
The violet Seeker turned his glare on his leader. "Why? So I can go back to a
life of hell and continuous fighting?"
Galvatron:: *feigning confusion* He says it like it’s a bad thing.
Cyclonus: Fair enough. The both of you can die together.
"Air Raid� Step away!" Optimus ordered.
"No, I won't!" Air Raid cried. "I won't let them hurt him!"
Cyclonus: Textbook case of insubordination. Let him fry.
Ultra Magnus looked up as he felt his lover come up. /Hot Rod!/ he radioed. /Get
back inside!/
Scourge: He’s right there, merely talking to him isn’t a bad option.
But Hot Rod shook his head and looked at Air Raid. As Rodimus, he had learned of
the rendezvous between the Autobot and Decepticon. He had kept it a secret, as
he knew what it was like to love someone deeply.
Cyclonus: And yet, somehow, has no idea what the term ‘seduction in the name of the Decepticons’ means. What does he think we do all day, play tiddly-winks?
He felt the baby kicked and rubbed at his belly, which was just barely starting to swell.
Ultra Magnus gently, yet firmly moved Hot Rod towards the building. Galvatron
noticed the movement and turned his crimson eyes.
Cyclonus: Galvatron: with eyestalks is definitely a new one, I’ll admit.
"How DARE he behave as if he's worthy of Rodimus�" he murmured. He
recalled a time, not that long ago when he had almost gotten what he most desired.
Galvatron:: Command of Cybertron and the known universe, Prime chained to my throne, and an appropriately-sized hot tub with catering service?
Cyclonus: It would be nice. So far, unfortunately, we have a barren Charr and Rodimus every Tuesday or so.
Scourge: Although the jacuzzi construction’s coming along nicely.
<< "Damn you! I will not let you live!" Galvatron, contaminated with the Plague
wrapped his hands around Rodimus' forearm. Rodimus, for his part was trying to
get his hands around Galvatron's throat.
Cyclonus: Lovely, a flashback.
Scourge: With foreplay, no less.
"You bastard�" he rasped. The flame emblazed Autobot was knocked to the ground and the struggle began a new.
Galvatron:: We’re fighting the Fallen?
Scourge: And what is it with everyone questioning Galvatron’s parentage? This is a liberated age, plenty of giant planet-eating monstrosities are single parents.
Soon though, Galvatron decided to take it up another level. He slammed the
boy down and rubbed at his codpiece. He leered down at him and hissed, "Enjoying
yourself?"
Scourge: There’s something terminally depressing about the leadup to a bad porn scene. So much potential, so much wasted lubricant.
He easily got aroused in battle and it didn't help that the Autobot leader
was very na�ve and attractive.
Galvatron:: Yes, but I have the sense to save it for after the battle is over. *taps his fingers on his cannon* Usually.
Cyclonus: Attractive, yes, but naiveté is pushing it.
"Yes�" Rodimus arched his back and threw his head back.
"What?" Galvatron pulled up and stared down at him. Had he heard him right?
Cyclonus: He just said yes, pulling away is hardly an appropriate response. *sideways look at Galvatron:, who is practically glaring at the screen now. Is it possible to feel rage at your fictional self?*
"Dammit� I've been attracted to you for a while�" He had never
felt like this before. And he didn't want it to stop.>>
Scourge: You’d have to stop sometime, Cybertonium can only take so much strain.
Cyclonus: I refuse to accuse Hot Rod of virginity.
Galvatron growled as he remembered how nothing had come from it. His shock
had been too great.
Cyclonus: Now THAT is out of character.
Scourge: Oh, so that’s what they’re calling it these day.
Galvatron:: What was that, Scourge?
Scourge: Erm, nothing, sir.
But now, he was determined to get the boy and make him his.
Without thinking, he raised his arm and fired his plasma cannon at them.
Scourge: There’s a touch of a logical disconnect here…
Ultra Magnus shoved Hot Rod down and used his body as a shield.
Galvatron:: Again, my cannon has enough power to blast the both of them. Such a foolish, noble gesture.
The battle began again.
Cyclonus: When did it stop?
Galvatron made his way to them as his troops continued fighting.
"Rodimus�" Seeing him in another's arms enraged him. "You WILL be mine."
Cyclonus: Autobots seem to have a habit of groping each other at inappropriate and dramatic moments anyway, at this point it’s hardly worth the effort to comment upon.
Ultra Magnus slammed his fist into the Decepticon's face. "In your dreams, Galvatron!"
Galvatron:: I think Magnus would prefer not to know what goes on in my dreams. He never seems to end well.
"I almost had him once before� He didn't refuse me then so why would he
now?" he sneered.
"What?"
Scourge: Didn’t you see the sign? ‘Right to refuse service to any customer’. We’re trying to run a clean business here.
Hot Rod quickly picked himself up. "Magnus!" 'Oh no; Primus help me!'
Galvatron wouldn't do this to him;
Cyclonus: And again we have a loss of understanding of what it means to be in the enemy army.
"Yes; he offered his body to me. I was so ready to take it�"
Scourge: Unfortunately, Galvatron had…inferior steel.
Galvatron:: *is not quite sure what he’s on about but he’s going to give him a firm warning glare and cannon-prodding anyway*
Ultra Magnus turned to his lover. "What is he talking about?" he growled.
Scourge: You told me you were a virgin!
"It- it was the Plague! I didn't know what I was doing! I-" He was cut off as
Galvatron fired again. This time the blast took out the wall and it collapsed-
with Hot Rod beneath it.
Galvatron:: I have horrible aim in this fic.
Cyclonus: That or someone’s stolen your aiming circuitry along with your sense.
"Hot Rod!" Ultra Magnus shoved Galvatron away and desperately began to dig. He
tossed the rubble aside as he tried to find his lover. After several moments of frantic searching he found him. Quickly he pulled him free. "Hot Rod�" He pulled him close; his body was covered in scrapes and scratches.
Cyclonus: While Galvatron just stands there and laughs, one assumes.
"Magnus� the baby! I can't feel him anymore!" Hot Rod's panicked voice
caught his attention.
"Baby?!" Rodimus was pregnant? Impossible!
Scourge: That’s what we said.
Cyclonus: Ah, clever. Damaging him just enough to cause the cessation of the parasite spark but leaving the host alive. Galvatron seems to have discovered the only way out of this.
Galvatron:: *scowls* You credit this writer with too much perception.
Galvatron stared at him in shock. He then noticed the slight bulge and felt as if his fuel pump had stopped. "Rodimus;"
He had hurt the one he cared about the most and his baby. Backing away, he
called for a retreat.
Scourge: Well, we’ve retreated for stranger reasons before.
Cyclonus: Did he expect the random cannon-firing he’d been doing two moments ago to tickle him?
"Milord! What about Skywarp?" Cyclonus asked. He pointed down to where Skywarp, and now Thundercracker, was.
"We'll handle that at another time!"
Cyclonus: Besides, I think it’s free pancake day at IHOP.
Galvatron:: The paradox is giving me a headache. The obvious solution, of course, would be to just shoot the both of them and see what happens.
Scourge: *sigh* And once again I don’t even get a line.
***
"I was able to stabilize the baby's condition. He is going to be fine."
Cyclonus: Damn. Apparently our cunning plan did not go as planned.
First Aid smiled as Ultra Magnus breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can I talk to him?"
Cyclonus: What, the baby? I suppose he could try, but it won’t be much of a conversationalist.
"Yes�"
Hot Rod looked up as Ultra Magnus came in. He bit his lip and waited.
"How're you feeling?"
"Fine. First Aid said the baby's okay too."
"I know�" Ultra Magnus looked down at him. "Why didn't you tell me about Galvatron?"
Scourge: Because then he’d have to explain how he knew what Galvatron was doing with the peanut butter.
"Nothing really happened. I didn't think it was important. We all did some crazy
things when we were infected."
Cyclonus: Uh…huh.
Scourge: I don’t think Galvatron would appreciate that insinuation. *true or not*
Galvatron:: Unfortunately the ‘under the influence’ excuse will only worked once.
Cyclonus: Didn’t keep him from trying it three times, though.
Nodding, the City Commander reached down. "True� But after what he did to Tracks, you should have told me. If nothing else, to protect the baby."
Scourge: Telling your lover and second-in-command of the army that you have a thing for the guy that raped your commander’s lover…I’m not versed in Autobot logic, but that still sounds like a bad idea to me.
Galvatron:: Always about the baby! It isn’t even involved in this damn discussion and yet it’s still here!
"I'm sorry." Tears filled Hot Rod's eyes. "Are you mad at me?"
"Hot Rod, I couldn't get angry at you. Not for this." He leaned down and gently
kissed him.
Cyclonus: Now hold still. I’m only beating you in the face because I love you.
***
"I have two Decepticons in the holding cell. And I would like to know why."
Optimus sat back with his arms folded and facing Air Raid.
Cyclonus: Because letting them walk around by themselves would result in someone getting shot and Red Alert having a nervous breakdown.
Scourge: And he’s not good in bed if you haven’t calmed him down first. Dead End’s pretty good about it, though. *ducks yet again*
The young Arielbot fidgeted nervously. "He's my� lover."
Scourge: What, the both of them? The Aerialbots get around…
"How long has this been going on?"
"Since after that time we were sent into the past and you were still Orion Pax."
Scourge: I was right! Time travel was involved.
Galvatron:: *a few sparks dart about his head and he scowls* Then they would have disappeared from the future and we would not exist! This does not make sense!
That surprised Optimus. "That long? You've been keeping this a secret for that
long?" he shook his head in amazement. "Quite frankly, I don't know what to do
here."
Cyclonus: Shoot them? Arrange a prisoner exchange? Copious amounts of interrogation followed by public execution?
Scourge: You’re being a little hard on our technical pre-selves, aren’t you?
Cyclonus: They’re traitors, I’d say the same if it was you.
Scourge: Oh, that’s all—wait, what?
"Can't they stay?" Air Raid looked at him with pleading eyes. He knew if Skywarp
returned to the Decepticons he would be reprogrammed and he would lose him
forever. "Please?"
Galvatron:: *smirks* ‘Reprogrammed’. Yes, that’s one way of putting it.
Scourge: If by reprogramming you mean that Hook’ll have to spend another few hours upgrading and repairing our torture equipment afterwards.
"If they both agree to become Autobots, we'll put them on probation. But they
both have to agree."
Cyclonus: If it was really that simple I think we would have tried it already.
He placed his hands on the table and stood. "Air Raid, you took so many risks. You could have been killed or captured any number of times. Why did you do it?"
Tears filling his eyes, the young bot replied, "I love him."
Scourge: Shoot me. Shoot me now. Please.
Galvatron:: *calmly smirking, without even caring to look, he raises his arm and fires off a low-power shot at Scourge’s foot*
Scourge: *wails and clutches at his leg, hunched over in his seat*
Cyclonus: *smirks* You did ask. And you’re properly distracted now, aren’t you?
Scourge: *still holding his foot and whimpering* Screw. You.
Galvatron:: *settles back in his chair and feels a bit better now*
***
Silverbolt and the other Arielbots were waiting for him when he came out of the
brig. "Okay, just what the Hell is going on?"
"Skywarp and Thundercracker are staying." Air Raid smiled timidly. "I'm sorry
for lying to you. But you guys understand, right?"
Scourge: Shoot them now , please.
Cyclonus: Does he really think they’re all going to be fine with it?
Galvatron:: Everyone else seems to be. *grumbles*
One by one his brothers turned and walked away. Silverbolt was last. "You've
betrayed us for him? And you expect us to understand�" He shook his head.
"As of now, you're an Arielbot by name alone." He turned and followed the
others.
Scourge: Or at least until he gets the chest modifications.
Air Raid let out a cry of anguish as he felt the link that bonded him to his
brothers severed. They had cut him off from them. He was alone�
Cyclonus: Finally, someone does something sensible.
Scourge: No, they can’t form Superion now. Still doesn’t make sense.
"Air Raid?" Skywarp, with no weapons, transforming cog or teleportation device,
stepped up to him."
Galvatron:: But miraculously still possessed of his senses and thrusters, and thus a liability. Shoot him!
"I'm alone�" Air raid started to cry as he felt those strong arms encircle him.
"No you're not. I'm here," Skywarp whispered.
Cyclonus: And then Skywarp strangled him.
***
Two weeks passed without incident.
Cyclonus: What have we been doing all this time, vacationing in Tahiti?
Scourge: I think we’ll need to, after this.
Hot Rod was back in Ultra Magnus' quarters and both he and the baby were fine. Air Raid was learning just who his real friends were.
Scourge: The ones that you met in back alleys and paid afterwards.
Most Autobots tended to avoid him, especially if Skywarp or Thundercracker was with him. Optimus and Tracks were both in the spotlight as well. They couldn't wait for the babies to be born.
Cyclonus: Doesn’t anyone do any work in Autobot City?
Air Raid rolled over and groaned. He wasn't used to this bed. Skywarp and
Thundercracker had been given quarters but they were small.
Galvatron:: The Autobots were taking bets on how long it would take them to figure out they were actually in the brig.
They were in the same building as the regular army. Optimus had promised him that they would get better living arrangements after he was satisfied that they could be trusted.
And since the Arielbots had abandoned him, he was now living with his lover.
Cyclonus: Psychological pressure and manipulation to slowly deprive them of their sanity and make them meek followers. I approve.
Scourge: They might want to start at energon rationing and sleep deprivation rather than ‘my bed’s too small’, though.
"You okay?" Skywarp asked gently as he turned to look at him. He'd been acting
strange lately.
Cyclonus: Being trapped in a room with two Decepticons will do that to you.
Of course, it was probably due to the link being severed. He knew what that was like.
Scourge: One slip of a laser scalpel and your life is changed forever...
When he and his brothers had joined Megatron their link had been severed as well. Megatron felt that it made them stronger and he certainly didn't want that. The pain of a broken link could last for days or even weeks.
Galvatron:: *and something on the side of his head goes snap-spark-splode* Are they deliberately trying to cripple my army?
Cyclonus: *baffled* Why would Megatron want his elite weakened?
"I don't feel so good�" Before he could finish, some energon that he had
consumed earlier that day came up.
Scourge: And tapped him on the shoulder, wondering if he had seen its hat.
Skywarp, with Thundercracker in tow, rushed Air Raid to the repair bay. First
Aid (who was sympathetic to them) ran a scan on him though he suspected he all
ready knew the problem.
Cyclonus: *groans* What else could it be in this fic?
"Skywarp, have you ever indulged in any type of drug?"
"Yes, a lot of Decepticons do. Why?" Had he somehow hurt Air Raid?
Scourge: Remember, kids, drug use doesn’t just hurt you, it hurts the ones you’ve accidentally knocked up.
"Well, as of now, I think it would be best to stay away from them so that no
damage is done to the baby." Skywarp's face lit up like a light. "Baby?" He couldn't believe this. "Air Raid's pregnant?"
Scourge: Teratogens don’t work that way!
Cyclonus: Tera-what?
Scourge: Slow nights and Wikipedia browsing. Don’t ask.
Slingshot had just come in to get his physical and he stopped when he heard the Seeker. 'Air Raid's going to have a baby?' He listened as First Aid went on about the changes that would happen in Air Raid over the next several months and then rushed out. He had to let the others know.
Cyclonus: Good thing they’ve already disowned him. Now they can kill the both of them guilt-free.
"Unfortunately, with the link to the other Arielbots gone, he'll have a harder
time emotionally. But with support form you and others he should be fine."
Skywarp grinned a rather idiotic grin at the thought of his baby.
Scourge: And how tasty it would be.
"Doc, it's useless talking to him," Thndercracker said with a laugh.
Cyclonus: He’s succumbed to the SNAD virus.
Scourge: That or the drugs are kicking in.
***
Galavtron sat on his throne hardly listening as Scourge went over the plan with
the troops.
Scourge: Hey, I have lines. …hey, I have plans! *wide grin*
Cyclonus: *dryly* A clear sign the Decepticons are in grave danger. Someone’s put Scourge in charge.
The only thing he cared about was keeping Rodimus safe. As long as they didn't harm him, they could do whatever else they wanted.
Galvatron:: Because I want him as a slave trophy, I should hope.
He was letting them go to try to get the traitors back.
A coughing sound caught his attention and he looked up, a scowl on his face.
Scourge: Hook was having a real problem with the spring cleaning.
A young Seeker, a full head shorter than most of the others, had doubled up in a
fit.
Cyclonus: Fit of what, a bell curve?
Galvatron stared at his face. He was a pale blue and silver, similar in appearance to Thundercracker but his features were softer.
Scourge: New, from Hasbro: Play-Doh seekers!
He didn't even blink as Scourge ordered him out.
Cyclonus: At least someone’s being non-organic around here.
The Decepticon leader watched as he left, still coughing.
"Cyclonus," he murmured. His second stepped over to him. "Find out who that
is�"
Galvatron:: Then kill him for coughing in my presence.
To be continued
In Part 3:
Scourge: Just like a soap opera, I told you…
Who is the Seeker that caught Galvatron's eye? And just what does he intend to
do with him?
Scourge: We’re going to make him cook us all delicious cakes. Galvatron still hasn’t gotten the desserts promised in the last chapter.
News of Air Raid's pregnancy spreads fast- at the speed of Blurr. The twins are born. Secrets of Primus are revealed.
Cyclonus: Blurr runs a gossip rag now?
Scourge: Extra, extra, Primus photographed coming out of a human nightclub in fishnets, god denies affair with Sparkplug Witiwicky.
Also, a poll:
Scourge: Whose poll?
Cyclonus: The author’s, of course. *…stops and thinks about that one for a moment before groaning* You never do switch off, do you?
I want Thundercracker to be with someone, but can't decide who. So everyone
vote!
1. Blurr
2. First Aid
I'm torn between these two so whichever one gets the most votes will be Thundy's love.
Cyclonus: My vote is for, I don’t know…a Decepticon?
Galvatron:: You’re the one writing the story, why don’t you know?
Scourge: The author doesn’t seem to know very much at all, let alone the course of the story.
Galvatron:: Then know this! *jumps to his feet and blasts a hole in the wall* I? Am leaving. *and he strides out the door*
Scourge: *grabs Cyclonus’ arm as the Decepticon second-in-command gets up to follow* Erm, Cyc? I’ve still got that one little problem…
Cyclonus: *sighs and bends down, slipping Scourge’s arm around his shoulders. The tracker uneasily wobbles up to his feet, favoring his blasted leg* It’s your own fault, you know.
Scourge: *limps towards the door, still holding on to Cyclonus* And I don’t regret a moment of it.
Part One found here. Not that it will make this make any more sense.-
Primus' Gift
Part 2
“So, how are my two favorite patients today?"
Tracks and Hot Rod glowered at the medic as they tried to get comfortable. It was hard to believe that Tracks was six months pregnant and Hot Rod three.
First Aid had already determined that, unlike humans, the likelihood of there being female babies was very slim. So all four expectant parents were looking forward to being fathers of two little Mechs.
Cyclonus: I’d be a bit concerned—well, more concerned—if they were anything but mechs.
Scourge: And they know all this…how?
But right now, all they wanted was to get comfortable.
“Quit being so damn cheerful," Tracks snapped as he lay down for the
ultrasound.
Cyclonus: That’s not even physically possible. *hefts the Magically Appearing Laptop and reads aloud* “The ultrasound would have a problem because it does not penetrate the metal. Ultrasound is used to some extent to look for flaws in metals but that is somewhat different. You need a media that will propagate the signal (vibration). Liquids do that particularly well, and the different densities in soft tissue (it behaves a lot like water), as for a fetus reflect differently so that you can distinguish shapes. To look inside metal you need something that penetrates reasonably well, like x-rays or particles like electrons or neutrons.” (Seiberdad, Jan. 2008)
Scourge: Dare I ask how you’re talking in MLA?
Cyclonus: Best not to.
The medic chuckled as he ran the scanner over the distended robot.
Cyclonus: This conjures up images of Scourge with Matrixwarts.
He studied the results for a moment and then ran the scan a second time, followed by a third. Finally, he ran a scan on the scanner to be certain it was working.
Scourge: Ah, but what did he scan the scanner’s scanner with?
"Um� is everything ok?" Tracks was beginning to get nervous. He hadn't been sleeping as much sleep as usual and recharge was getting to be impossible. He hoped that everything was fine.
Galvatron:: …hadn’t been sleeping as much sleep?
Cyclonus: Fanon says sleep is the same as recharge anyway. I have no idea what he’s on about.
Scourge: Fanon also says that the fabled recharge port has more than one use. It’s possible they’re talking about something entirely different.
"Yes, everything's just fine�" First Aid spoke slowly. "But I think I'll call Optimus."
Cyclonus: Call him what?
"Whoa! Hold it!" The blue bot shot up and practically jumped the medic. "What
is it? What's wrong?"
Scourge: Nothing that can’t be cured with healing sex. Which you seem to be
already initiating.
"Nothing's wrong," First Aid assured him seeing the distress. "I just don't
want to have to go over this twice if necessary. Let me call Optimus."
Scourge: Call him—no, wait, already did that one.
"You rang?" The leader of the Autobots calmly walked in.
He stopped when he saw the look on his lover's face. "Is something wrong?"
'Primus, don't let it be the baby,' he thought.
Galvatron:: Because nothing is ever, ever more important than The Baby.
"Well, I suppose I can tell you now�" Excusing themselves, he led them
into his office. Hot Rod lay down and sighed. Rubbing his belly, he smiled
softly. In just a few months' time he and Ultra Magnus would have tangible proof
of their love.
Cyclonus: You know, most people settle for scuffed paint or small tokens of affection. Or Autobot heads.
"TWINS?!"
Cyclonus: *headScourge’swing*
Galvatron:: More lunacy!
Scourge: In retrospect I probably should have seen this one coming.
The young Autobot nearly fell off the table in shock. He pushed himself up
and crept quietly towards the door to the office.
Scourge: He was given away by the horrid scraping of his infested abdomen against the metal floor.
"Yes, you're having twins. There are three Sparks inside of you; one is fully
mature and easily recognizable as yours while the other two are incomplete."
Galvatron:: It’s either a spark or it isn’t a spark. You can’t have an ‘incomplete’ spark.
Scourge: Unless you’re Beast Wars Rampage, but that’s something entirely different.
Cyclonus: Where are they even coming from? No one’s been to Vector Sigma.
"We're having twins�" Optimus covered his face and groaned softly.
"I already picked out a name�" Tracks sighed.
Galvatron:: Unholy Abomination?
***
Air Raid sighed deeply. He was late� again. He knew it wasn't something
that could be helped, but he could hardly bare the thought of not seeing him.
His heart ached for him. His face lit up as a familiar pair of strong arms
wrapped around his slender waist. 'Hey there.'
Cyclonus: Why do they constantly have ‘slender waists’?
Scourge: I think it’s an uke thing, same as the strong arms. Watch it be Cliffjumper or something.
"Hey yourself. Sorry I'm late. The Big Man gave us a lot to do."
Scourge: Who, Big Daddy?
Air Raid smiled and turned. "That's okay. I forgive you." He rested his head against his lover's shoulder. "It seems like our visits are getting shorter whole the time between longer."
"I know. I wish I could just stay with you forever."
"Air Raid!"
Scourge: Get your hand out of there! I told you, I’m waiting until marriage.
Galvatron:: What utterly sappy nonsense.
Air Raid and his lover turned in shock as the Arielbots charged up angrily.
Cyclonus: When did Vector Prime’s harem get here? *it’s an Insecticomics joke, if you have no idea what he’s on about*
The day of reckoning for he and Skywarp had come.
Cyclonus: …wait, what? Shouldn’t he be…well, me?
Scourge: Air Raid, what did we tell you about reckless time traveling?
***
Galvatron was furious. Skywarp had snuck off and from what he had learned it
wasn't the first time.
Galvatron:: Skywarp being an idiot is hardly news. Skywarp being here at all, on the other hand…
Thundercracker had tried to defend his brother but it was useless. He knew
that when his leader was all ready angry it took little more to ignite the
flame.
Scourge: And don’t we know it. *grin that’s far from innocent*
'Skywarp;'
The Decepticons started firing as soon as they reached Iacon's gates. The large Transformer looked about as the Autobots came out. "Well, well�
If it isn't my good friend Optimus Prime!" Galavtron chuckled.
Galvatron:: Firing at what? The gates don’t break that easily.
Optimus was not in the mood for games. With only a few more months until the
babies were born he wanted to be as close as possible to his beloved.
Scourge: They could always play Scrabble.
Galvatron:: Because we’re always going to wait for Autobots to give birth before we go Decepticoning all over the galaxy and destroying all who stand before us.
And he certainly didn't want Galavtron to get his hands on Tracks again.
"What do you want this time?" he snapped.
Scourge: Just a little rape, murder, and pillage. You know, the usual. Oh, and we need to borrow your lawnmower.
"Just looking for an AWOL soldier. Now stand aside!"
"SILVERBOLT! STOP!"
Cyclonus: Silverbolt? When did he get here?
Air Raid's shriek pierced through the sounds of the battle and everyone turned
to look. The Arielbots thought that their brother was being attacked and had
rushed to help him.
Scourge: Oh, right, the thing that was just happening but is actually happening at the same time as what’s happening now. Work better with timelines, human.
Skywarp, with a wounded arm, had his weapon raised. Air Raid stood before his
beloved, arms out stretched providing a shield.
Cyclonus: When did he get wounded?
Galvatron:: That just makes it easier to shoot the both of them at once. Standing in front of him’s not going to block the blast.
"Air Raid!" Optimus turned away from Galvatron. "What are you doing?"
"Skywarp! Return at once!" Galvatron snarled.
The violet Seeker turned his glare on his leader. "Why? So I can go back to a
life of hell and continuous fighting?"
Galvatron:: *feigning confusion* He says it like it’s a bad thing.
Cyclonus: Fair enough. The both of you can die together.
"Air Raid� Step away!" Optimus ordered.
"No, I won't!" Air Raid cried. "I won't let them hurt him!"
Cyclonus: Textbook case of insubordination. Let him fry.
Ultra Magnus looked up as he felt his lover come up. /Hot Rod!/ he radioed. /Get
back inside!/
Scourge: He’s right there, merely talking to him isn’t a bad option.
But Hot Rod shook his head and looked at Air Raid. As Rodimus, he had learned of
the rendezvous between the Autobot and Decepticon. He had kept it a secret, as
he knew what it was like to love someone deeply.
Cyclonus: And yet, somehow, has no idea what the term ‘seduction in the name of the Decepticons’ means. What does he think we do all day, play tiddly-winks?
He felt the baby kicked and rubbed at his belly, which was just barely starting to swell.
Ultra Magnus gently, yet firmly moved Hot Rod towards the building. Galvatron
noticed the movement and turned his crimson eyes.
Cyclonus: Galvatron: with eyestalks is definitely a new one, I’ll admit.
"How DARE he behave as if he's worthy of Rodimus�" he murmured. He
recalled a time, not that long ago when he had almost gotten what he most desired.
Galvatron:: Command of Cybertron and the known universe, Prime chained to my throne, and an appropriately-sized hot tub with catering service?
Cyclonus: It would be nice. So far, unfortunately, we have a barren Charr and Rodimus every Tuesday or so.
Scourge: Although the jacuzzi construction’s coming along nicely.
<< "Damn you! I will not let you live!" Galvatron, contaminated with the Plague
wrapped his hands around Rodimus' forearm. Rodimus, for his part was trying to
get his hands around Galvatron's throat.
Cyclonus: Lovely, a flashback.
Scourge: With foreplay, no less.
"You bastard�" he rasped. The flame emblazed Autobot was knocked to the ground and the struggle began a new.
Galvatron:: We’re fighting the Fallen?
Scourge: And what is it with everyone questioning Galvatron’s parentage? This is a liberated age, plenty of giant planet-eating monstrosities are single parents.
Soon though, Galvatron decided to take it up another level. He slammed the
boy down and rubbed at his codpiece. He leered down at him and hissed, "Enjoying
yourself?"
Scourge: There’s something terminally depressing about the leadup to a bad porn scene. So much potential, so much wasted lubricant.
He easily got aroused in battle and it didn't help that the Autobot leader
was very na�ve and attractive.
Galvatron:: Yes, but I have the sense to save it for after the battle is over. *taps his fingers on his cannon* Usually.
Cyclonus: Attractive, yes, but naiveté is pushing it.
"Yes�" Rodimus arched his back and threw his head back.
"What?" Galvatron pulled up and stared down at him. Had he heard him right?
Cyclonus: He just said yes, pulling away is hardly an appropriate response. *sideways look at Galvatron:, who is practically glaring at the screen now. Is it possible to feel rage at your fictional self?*
"Dammit� I've been attracted to you for a while�" He had never
felt like this before. And he didn't want it to stop.>>
Scourge: You’d have to stop sometime, Cybertonium can only take so much strain.
Cyclonus: I refuse to accuse Hot Rod of virginity.
Galvatron growled as he remembered how nothing had come from it. His shock
had been too great.
Cyclonus: Now THAT is out of character.
Scourge: Oh, so that’s what they’re calling it these day.
Galvatron:: What was that, Scourge?
Scourge: Erm, nothing, sir.
But now, he was determined to get the boy and make him his.
Without thinking, he raised his arm and fired his plasma cannon at them.
Scourge: There’s a touch of a logical disconnect here…
Ultra Magnus shoved Hot Rod down and used his body as a shield.
Galvatron:: Again, my cannon has enough power to blast the both of them. Such a foolish, noble gesture.
The battle began again.
Cyclonus: When did it stop?
Galvatron made his way to them as his troops continued fighting.
"Rodimus�" Seeing him in another's arms enraged him. "You WILL be mine."
Cyclonus: Autobots seem to have a habit of groping each other at inappropriate and dramatic moments anyway, at this point it’s hardly worth the effort to comment upon.
Ultra Magnus slammed his fist into the Decepticon's face. "In your dreams, Galvatron!"
Galvatron:: I think Magnus would prefer not to know what goes on in my dreams. He never seems to end well.
"I almost had him once before� He didn't refuse me then so why would he
now?" he sneered.
"What?"
Scourge: Didn’t you see the sign? ‘Right to refuse service to any customer’. We’re trying to run a clean business here.
Hot Rod quickly picked himself up. "Magnus!" 'Oh no; Primus help me!'
Galvatron wouldn't do this to him;
Cyclonus: And again we have a loss of understanding of what it means to be in the enemy army.
"Yes; he offered his body to me. I was so ready to take it�"
Scourge: Unfortunately, Galvatron had…inferior steel.
Galvatron:: *is not quite sure what he’s on about but he’s going to give him a firm warning glare and cannon-prodding anyway*
Ultra Magnus turned to his lover. "What is he talking about?" he growled.
Scourge: You told me you were a virgin!
"It- it was the Plague! I didn't know what I was doing! I-" He was cut off as
Galvatron fired again. This time the blast took out the wall and it collapsed-
with Hot Rod beneath it.
Galvatron:: I have horrible aim in this fic.
Cyclonus: That or someone’s stolen your aiming circuitry along with your sense.
"Hot Rod!" Ultra Magnus shoved Galvatron away and desperately began to dig. He
tossed the rubble aside as he tried to find his lover. After several moments of frantic searching he found him. Quickly he pulled him free. "Hot Rod�" He pulled him close; his body was covered in scrapes and scratches.
Cyclonus: While Galvatron just stands there and laughs, one assumes.
"Magnus� the baby! I can't feel him anymore!" Hot Rod's panicked voice
caught his attention.
"Baby?!" Rodimus was pregnant? Impossible!
Scourge: That’s what we said.
Cyclonus: Ah, clever. Damaging him just enough to cause the cessation of the parasite spark but leaving the host alive. Galvatron seems to have discovered the only way out of this.
Galvatron:: *scowls* You credit this writer with too much perception.
Galvatron stared at him in shock. He then noticed the slight bulge and felt as if his fuel pump had stopped. "Rodimus;"
He had hurt the one he cared about the most and his baby. Backing away, he
called for a retreat.
Scourge: Well, we’ve retreated for stranger reasons before.
Cyclonus: Did he expect the random cannon-firing he’d been doing two moments ago to tickle him?
"Milord! What about Skywarp?" Cyclonus asked. He pointed down to where Skywarp, and now Thundercracker, was.
"We'll handle that at another time!"
Cyclonus: Besides, I think it’s free pancake day at IHOP.
Galvatron:: The paradox is giving me a headache. The obvious solution, of course, would be to just shoot the both of them and see what happens.
Scourge: *sigh* And once again I don’t even get a line.
***
"I was able to stabilize the baby's condition. He is going to be fine."
Cyclonus: Damn. Apparently our cunning plan did not go as planned.
First Aid smiled as Ultra Magnus breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can I talk to him?"
Cyclonus: What, the baby? I suppose he could try, but it won’t be much of a conversationalist.
"Yes�"
Hot Rod looked up as Ultra Magnus came in. He bit his lip and waited.
"How're you feeling?"
"Fine. First Aid said the baby's okay too."
"I know�" Ultra Magnus looked down at him. "Why didn't you tell me about Galvatron?"
Scourge: Because then he’d have to explain how he knew what Galvatron was doing with the peanut butter.
"Nothing really happened. I didn't think it was important. We all did some crazy
things when we were infected."
Cyclonus: Uh…huh.
Scourge: I don’t think Galvatron would appreciate that insinuation. *true or not*
Galvatron:: Unfortunately the ‘under the influence’ excuse will only worked once.
Cyclonus: Didn’t keep him from trying it three times, though.
Nodding, the City Commander reached down. "True� But after what he did to Tracks, you should have told me. If nothing else, to protect the baby."
Scourge: Telling your lover and second-in-command of the army that you have a thing for the guy that raped your commander’s lover…I’m not versed in Autobot logic, but that still sounds like a bad idea to me.
Galvatron:: Always about the baby! It isn’t even involved in this damn discussion and yet it’s still here!
"I'm sorry." Tears filled Hot Rod's eyes. "Are you mad at me?"
"Hot Rod, I couldn't get angry at you. Not for this." He leaned down and gently
kissed him.
Cyclonus: Now hold still. I’m only beating you in the face because I love you.
***
"I have two Decepticons in the holding cell. And I would like to know why."
Optimus sat back with his arms folded and facing Air Raid.
Cyclonus: Because letting them walk around by themselves would result in someone getting shot and Red Alert having a nervous breakdown.
Scourge: And he’s not good in bed if you haven’t calmed him down first. Dead End’s pretty good about it, though. *ducks yet again*
The young Arielbot fidgeted nervously. "He's my� lover."
Scourge: What, the both of them? The Aerialbots get around…
"How long has this been going on?"
"Since after that time we were sent into the past and you were still Orion Pax."
Scourge: I was right! Time travel was involved.
Galvatron:: *a few sparks dart about his head and he scowls* Then they would have disappeared from the future and we would not exist! This does not make sense!
That surprised Optimus. "That long? You've been keeping this a secret for that
long?" he shook his head in amazement. "Quite frankly, I don't know what to do
here."
Cyclonus: Shoot them? Arrange a prisoner exchange? Copious amounts of interrogation followed by public execution?
Scourge: You’re being a little hard on our technical pre-selves, aren’t you?
Cyclonus: They’re traitors, I’d say the same if it was you.
Scourge: Oh, that’s all—wait, what?
"Can't they stay?" Air Raid looked at him with pleading eyes. He knew if Skywarp
returned to the Decepticons he would be reprogrammed and he would lose him
forever. "Please?"
Galvatron:: *smirks* ‘Reprogrammed’. Yes, that’s one way of putting it.
Scourge: If by reprogramming you mean that Hook’ll have to spend another few hours upgrading and repairing our torture equipment afterwards.
"If they both agree to become Autobots, we'll put them on probation. But they
both have to agree."
Cyclonus: If it was really that simple I think we would have tried it already.
He placed his hands on the table and stood. "Air Raid, you took so many risks. You could have been killed or captured any number of times. Why did you do it?"
Tears filling his eyes, the young bot replied, "I love him."
Scourge: Shoot me. Shoot me now. Please.
Galvatron:: *calmly smirking, without even caring to look, he raises his arm and fires off a low-power shot at Scourge’s foot*
Scourge: *wails and clutches at his leg, hunched over in his seat*
Cyclonus: *smirks* You did ask. And you’re properly distracted now, aren’t you?
Scourge: *still holding his foot and whimpering* Screw. You.
Galvatron:: *settles back in his chair and feels a bit better now*
***
Silverbolt and the other Arielbots were waiting for him when he came out of the
brig. "Okay, just what the Hell is going on?"
"Skywarp and Thundercracker are staying." Air Raid smiled timidly. "I'm sorry
for lying to you. But you guys understand, right?"
Scourge: Shoot them now , please.
Cyclonus: Does he really think they’re all going to be fine with it?
Galvatron:: Everyone else seems to be. *grumbles*
One by one his brothers turned and walked away. Silverbolt was last. "You've
betrayed us for him? And you expect us to understand�" He shook his head.
"As of now, you're an Arielbot by name alone." He turned and followed the
others.
Scourge: Or at least until he gets the chest modifications.
Air Raid let out a cry of anguish as he felt the link that bonded him to his
brothers severed. They had cut him off from them. He was alone�
Cyclonus: Finally, someone does something sensible.
Scourge: No, they can’t form Superion now. Still doesn’t make sense.
"Air Raid?" Skywarp, with no weapons, transforming cog or teleportation device,
stepped up to him."
Galvatron:: But miraculously still possessed of his senses and thrusters, and thus a liability. Shoot him!
"I'm alone�" Air raid started to cry as he felt those strong arms encircle him.
"No you're not. I'm here," Skywarp whispered.
Cyclonus: And then Skywarp strangled him.
***
Two weeks passed without incident.
Cyclonus: What have we been doing all this time, vacationing in Tahiti?
Scourge: I think we’ll need to, after this.
Hot Rod was back in Ultra Magnus' quarters and both he and the baby were fine. Air Raid was learning just who his real friends were.
Scourge: The ones that you met in back alleys and paid afterwards.
Most Autobots tended to avoid him, especially if Skywarp or Thundercracker was with him. Optimus and Tracks were both in the spotlight as well. They couldn't wait for the babies to be born.
Cyclonus: Doesn’t anyone do any work in Autobot City?
Air Raid rolled over and groaned. He wasn't used to this bed. Skywarp and
Thundercracker had been given quarters but they were small.
Galvatron:: The Autobots were taking bets on how long it would take them to figure out they were actually in the brig.
They were in the same building as the regular army. Optimus had promised him that they would get better living arrangements after he was satisfied that they could be trusted.
And since the Arielbots had abandoned him, he was now living with his lover.
Cyclonus: Psychological pressure and manipulation to slowly deprive them of their sanity and make them meek followers. I approve.
Scourge: They might want to start at energon rationing and sleep deprivation rather than ‘my bed’s too small’, though.
"You okay?" Skywarp asked gently as he turned to look at him. He'd been acting
strange lately.
Cyclonus: Being trapped in a room with two Decepticons will do that to you.
Of course, it was probably due to the link being severed. He knew what that was like.
Scourge: One slip of a laser scalpel and your life is changed forever...
When he and his brothers had joined Megatron their link had been severed as well. Megatron felt that it made them stronger and he certainly didn't want that. The pain of a broken link could last for days or even weeks.
Galvatron:: *and something on the side of his head goes snap-spark-splode* Are they deliberately trying to cripple my army?
Cyclonus: *baffled* Why would Megatron want his elite weakened?
"I don't feel so good�" Before he could finish, some energon that he had
consumed earlier that day came up.
Scourge: And tapped him on the shoulder, wondering if he had seen its hat.
Skywarp, with Thundercracker in tow, rushed Air Raid to the repair bay. First
Aid (who was sympathetic to them) ran a scan on him though he suspected he all
ready knew the problem.
Cyclonus: *groans* What else could it be in this fic?
"Skywarp, have you ever indulged in any type of drug?"
"Yes, a lot of Decepticons do. Why?" Had he somehow hurt Air Raid?
Scourge: Remember, kids, drug use doesn’t just hurt you, it hurts the ones you’ve accidentally knocked up.
"Well, as of now, I think it would be best to stay away from them so that no
damage is done to the baby." Skywarp's face lit up like a light. "Baby?" He couldn't believe this. "Air Raid's pregnant?"
Scourge: Teratogens don’t work that way!
Cyclonus: Tera-what?
Scourge: Slow nights and Wikipedia browsing. Don’t ask.
Slingshot had just come in to get his physical and he stopped when he heard the Seeker. 'Air Raid's going to have a baby?' He listened as First Aid went on about the changes that would happen in Air Raid over the next several months and then rushed out. He had to let the others know.
Cyclonus: Good thing they’ve already disowned him. Now they can kill the both of them guilt-free.
"Unfortunately, with the link to the other Arielbots gone, he'll have a harder
time emotionally. But with support form you and others he should be fine."
Skywarp grinned a rather idiotic grin at the thought of his baby.
Scourge: And how tasty it would be.
"Doc, it's useless talking to him," Thndercracker said with a laugh.
Cyclonus: He’s succumbed to the SNAD virus.
Scourge: That or the drugs are kicking in.
***
Galavtron sat on his throne hardly listening as Scourge went over the plan with
the troops.
Scourge: Hey, I have lines. …hey, I have plans! *wide grin*
Cyclonus: *dryly* A clear sign the Decepticons are in grave danger. Someone’s put Scourge in charge.
The only thing he cared about was keeping Rodimus safe. As long as they didn't harm him, they could do whatever else they wanted.
Galvatron:: Because I want him as a slave trophy, I should hope.
He was letting them go to try to get the traitors back.
A coughing sound caught his attention and he looked up, a scowl on his face.
Scourge: Hook was having a real problem with the spring cleaning.
A young Seeker, a full head shorter than most of the others, had doubled up in a
fit.
Cyclonus: Fit of what, a bell curve?
Galvatron stared at his face. He was a pale blue and silver, similar in appearance to Thundercracker but his features were softer.
Scourge: New, from Hasbro: Play-Doh seekers!
He didn't even blink as Scourge ordered him out.
Cyclonus: At least someone’s being non-organic around here.
The Decepticon leader watched as he left, still coughing.
"Cyclonus," he murmured. His second stepped over to him. "Find out who that
is�"
Galvatron:: Then kill him for coughing in my presence.
To be continued
In Part 3:
Scourge: Just like a soap opera, I told you…
Who is the Seeker that caught Galvatron's eye? And just what does he intend to
do with him?
Scourge: We’re going to make him cook us all delicious cakes. Galvatron still hasn’t gotten the desserts promised in the last chapter.
News of Air Raid's pregnancy spreads fast- at the speed of Blurr. The twins are born. Secrets of Primus are revealed.
Cyclonus: Blurr runs a gossip rag now?
Scourge: Extra, extra, Primus photographed coming out of a human nightclub in fishnets, god denies affair with Sparkplug Witiwicky.
Also, a poll:
Scourge: Whose poll?
Cyclonus: The author’s, of course. *…stops and thinks about that one for a moment before groaning* You never do switch off, do you?
I want Thundercracker to be with someone, but can't decide who. So everyone
vote!
1. Blurr
2. First Aid
I'm torn between these two so whichever one gets the most votes will be Thundy's love.
Cyclonus: My vote is for, I don’t know…a Decepticon?
Galvatron:: You’re the one writing the story, why don’t you know?
Scourge: The author doesn’t seem to know very much at all, let alone the course of the story.
Galvatron:: Then know this! *jumps to his feet and blasts a hole in the wall* I? Am leaving. *and he strides out the door*
Scourge: *grabs Cyclonus’ arm as the Decepticon second-in-command gets up to follow* Erm, Cyc? I’ve still got that one little problem…
Cyclonus: *sighs and bends down, slipping Scourge’s arm around his shoulders. The tracker uneasily wobbles up to his feet, favoring his blasted leg* It’s your own fault, you know.
Scourge: *limps towards the door, still holding on to Cyclonus* And I don’t regret a moment of it.
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Date: 2008-02-19 06:08 am (UTC)Rodimus: *lifts an optic ridge* I have to know now. You can't say something like that and expect me to back off.
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Date: 2008-02-19 04:52 pm (UTC)Galvatron: *hands tighten around his shoulders* I was hardly expecting you to. *suddenly crouches, grabs Rodimus around the waist and tosses him over his shoulder* Comfortable up there, Prime?
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Date: 2008-02-19 05:41 pm (UTC)Rodimus: *ack!* *clings* ...When it's you, Galvatron, 'comfortable' doesn't enter into the equation. *grins!*
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Date: 2008-02-19 05:49 pm (UTC)Galvatron: *carries off pirate-style with Rodimus hanging backwards over his shoulder* *laughs* Good answer!
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Date: 2008-02-19 05:53 pm (UTC)Rodimus: I'm so glad you approve. *waves and grins shamelessly at people behind them*
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Date: 2008-02-19 05:56 pm (UTC)Galvatron: *forget the adoring crowds, Galvatron's dragging him off to a private faction relations session* *remember that hot tub we mentioned?*
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Date: 2008-02-19 06:03 pm (UTC)Rodimus: *is always ready to try diplomacy!* *...ooh, hot tub? Interested Prime is interested!*
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Date: 2008-02-19 06:05 pm (UTC)Galvatron: *flips Rodimus back again and into the tub again* *splash!*
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Date: 2008-02-19 06:08 pm (UTC)Rodimus: *yelp!* *...mmm, warm...* *sinks down*