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seiberwingMy experiments have a lot of downtime involved. Hence, I'm able to work on my mockings in peace and still get paid--actually, this is the first week when I'll actually start getting monies. The first two were unpaid because I wanted to start early and get a jump on things while my dad was still here to show me around the lab.
But now instead of doing very little all day, I'm doing very little all day and getting paid. ^_^
Chapters One and Two here.
Foxey: I got this chapter up during English and math class today.
Cyclonus: While she was being integrated?
Magnus: Shouldn’t you be paying attention to the teachers instead of writing?
What about those exams you keep complaining about, hmm?
Scourge: If this is a badfic school, I’m rather glad she doesn’t pay attention
to the teachers.
Foxey: Hey, I finished all my work first. I can’t happen if I get board easy
and I have the urge to write.
Galvatron: Perhaps the board should be harder next time. With a nail in it.
Magnus: Oh yeah, I believe that one.
Foxey: Ohh Magnus, lookey at what I’ve almost finished.*holds up an unfinished
Mags/Roddi fic.*
Magnus: You wouldn’t!
Galvatron: *possessive growl* No, she had better not.
Scourge: If your characters don’t want to be written about by you, perhaps it’s
time to stop writing.
Foxey: Try me. Anyways, if certain law people want the disclaimer you’ll just
have to go back to chapter 1.
Cyclonus: No, no, we trust you.
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Scourge: Waves on the shore, so very soothing…mmm…zzzz…
Cyclonus: *baps* You are not sleeping through this, not when the rest of us have to endure it. Besides, I can tell you’re faking it.
Scourge: You’re a cruel mistress, Cyclonus. *dodges another swat*
Galvatron and Cyclonus walked into the command center. “Hey Cyclonus, long time no see, huh?” Rumble greeted Cyclonus as he walked into the command center.
Cyclonus: No wonder this army has gone downhill. We’ve lost all sense of protocol and decorum.
Scourge: And anything relating to common sense.
Cyclonus smiled a little bit, “just a few hours, it wasn’t too long, but thanks for your concern Rumble.”
Cyclonus: I wouldn’t trust that sort of greeting. He’s probably broken something important and doesn’t want anyone to know about it.
“Oh, uh you’re welcome.” “That doesn’t mean you’re getting out of your cleaning detail.”
Scourge: Go to your room, young man!
“Darn it!” “You’ll learn not to fight with Frenzy when you should be doing other stuff.”
Galvatron: I realize that leading the Decepticons is like taking care of a herd of well-armed children, but this takes the metaphor a bit far.
Rumble looked over at Frenzy, “Yeah, he’s fine. It only took a few minutes to get back to normal.” Frenzy bit back a smile; he was in enough trouble with his twin as it was!
“Cyclonus, you feeling any better?” Scourge walked into the commanded center. “I mean I didn’t expect you back up on your feet so soon.”
Scourge: I thought you’d still be in physical therapy. On your back.
“I don’t plan on moving too much now.” Cyclonus smirked a little, “Hope you’re not too disappointed now.”
Cyclonus: Disappointed that he missed it, probably.
Scourge: Stop stealing my jokes! *annoyed*
Cyclonus: Stop being so obvious about it.
“Nice to see you’ve still got your sense of humor.”
Scourge: He has a sense of humor?
Scourge turned to Galvatron, “sir, all of the patrolling is done.”
Cyclonus: Did you spot any Sues?
Scourge: No, but we did find Rumble’s old comic collection.
“I would hope so. Seeing how these two are in here.
Galvatron: Considering they seem to make up most of the Decepticon army.
Speaking of which, where is everyone else at?”
Cyclonus: I’ve been wondering that myself.
“They should be coming in about now.” “Good, I want to their reports.”
Galvatron: So I can figure out where in the Pit they’ve been this whole time.
“Yes sir.” Galvatron and Scourge walked outside to get the reports from the other Decpticons.
Cyclonus: This isn’t a movie. You don’t save money on actors by having most of the cast offstage.
Rumble looked past to make sure they were out of earshot. When they were Rumble smartly saluted toward the door, “Hail Caesar.” Rumble said
sarcastically.
Cyclonus: Finally, a bit of discipline.
Scourge: Fairly certain that was sarcasm, Cyclonus.
Cyclonus: Let me have my fantasies.
Cyclonus raised an optic, “and who were you directing that toward?”
Scourge: Our dictator, also known as the author.
“Scourge. He’s gotten a big head since you aren’t going to be able to do much and he thinks he’s getting your job.”
Scourge: *horrified* Why would I want his job? I’ll stay lower down where it’s safer, if you don’t mind.
Cyclonus growled a little, “We’ll see how long that lasts.”
Cyclonus: I might have to…punish him. *sideways glance at his triadmate*
Frenzy nodded, “for once I can agree with you Rumble. Scourge was a total jerk today.”
Scourge: Why am I always the bad guy?
“Right there’s a miracle.” “Very funny Cyclonus, very funny.”
Cyclonus: No, a miracle would be this fic being over.
“I’m out of here, there’s nothing to do in here.” Frenzy grumbled as he wandered outside.
Galvatron: Considering no one seems to remember we’re fighting a damned war here, I’m not surprised.
“Hey wait for me! You’re not leaving me here with Ravage! Get back here!” Rumble took after Frenzy.
Scourge: He’ll put me in handcuffs again and tickle my feet! Don’t do it!
“Those two are impossible.” Cyclonus said as he brought up scans of the planet.
Galvatron: We should never have promoted them to the rank of Adorable Comic Relief.
“Didn’t I tell you to take it easy?” Galvatron said as he wrapped one of his arms around Cyclonus’s waist.
Scourge: He’d swallowed his energon goodie too fast and Scourge had to give him the Heimlech maneuver.
“All I’m doing is looking at some pictures, how is that straining?
Scourge: Depends on the pictures, really.
Galvatron kissed his cheek, “I just don’t want you to relapse, that’s all.”
Galvatron: Far too late for that. His SNAD has spread throughout his body and he should properly be quarantined.
“Right and I appreciate it.” Cyclonus returned Galvatron’s kiss. “Did you get your report?” “Yes, there wasn’t anything to worry about.”
Cyclonus: Except for the part where we discovered Daniel’s secret stash of syk. That was disturbing.
“There never is usually. As much as I hate to bring this up- We really shouldn’t let the others know about us. If they did, they would raise immortal hell.
Galvatron: I’m raising immortal hell right now! *waves his cannon*
Cyclonus and Scourge: *scoots a bit farther away from him, just in case*
Galvatron sighed, Cyclonus did have a point. “Tell me, how do you propose we keep this from them?”
Scourge: Don’t be so obvious about it, for starters. And put your personal security tapes under high-level passwords.
“Simple, we act like our normal selves when we’re around them and when we’re alone.”
Cyclonus: Nothing about this mess is normal.
Cyclonus got up and wrapped his arms around Galvatron, “we’ll do whatever.”
Scourge: Ooh. I like whatever.
Cyclonus: I don’t think it’s the kind of whatever that involves you being sore in the morning.
“I do believe you’re flirting with me Cyclonus.”
Cyclonus: And I do believe I’m going to be ill.
“What clued you in?”
Scourge: The handcuffs dangling from your fingertip.
Cyclonus smiled and after kissing his love he put his arms back down. “I guess now would be a good time to start.”
Scourge: *gags* I’m going to need some refreshing S&M after this.
Cyclonus: I know the feeling. This is not the sort of pain I’m interested in.
“I guess so, but please don’t strain yourself Cyclonus.”
Scourge: Let me do it for you. I know I put that cat o’ninetails somewhere…
“I won’t mighty one, I won’t.” Cyclonus walked out of the command center and headed to his own room, it had been a very tiring day for him.
Galvatron: Looking at a few pictures and dealing with Rumble and Frenzy is a tiring day?
Scourge was quite happy with today’s events, that is, he was happy, until Rumble crashed into him.
Scourge: I’m not happy. Three chapters in and I’ve barely done anything.
“Watch where you’re going bolts for brains!” Rumble was already ticked off.
Scourge: I’m third in command! Why do I get no respect?
First he got scolded by Soundwave for fighting with Frenzy, and then he had to do his clean up detail that Cyclonus had given him and Frenzy.
Galvatron: At least someone's actually doing some work around here instead of pointlessly arguing and snogging.
Scourge: Sounds rather routine to me, actually.
“You’ve got some nerve saying that shrimp! As if you do anything to stop me.”
Scourge: I could step on him. I could shoot him and make up a reason later. I’m the slagging third in command, I outrank him!
Scourge smirked as he continued, “What are you going to do? Clean me to death?”
Cyclonus: I think he might die if you cleaned up that dirty mind of his, yes.
Rumble snapped right then and there,
Galvatron: In half, ideally.
“That does it! How about some pillar drivers Scourge?” With that said Rumble gave Scourge what he deserved.
Scourge: *flails* Third. In. Command! He isn’t allowed to do that!
“Knock it off, both of you idiots!”
Scourge: *whimpers* Why me? Why always me? I’d prefer SNAD to this.
Cyclonus: *tentatively pats his shoulder*
Galvatron jerked back Scourge while Frenzy grabbed Rumble back away from Scourge.
Cyclonus: *waits* *…waits more*
Scourge: *sulks*
Cyclonus: You aren’t going to make some sort of sexual joke about ‘jerking’?
Scourge: I’m not in the mood.
“You fools should conserve your energy, there’s Autobots to be smashed! Frenzy, take Rumble somewhere too cool off,
Scourge: Like the bottom of the Arctic Ocean. Or the depths of the catacombs.
I’ll deal with Scourge.”
Cyclonus: *hopeful* In bed?
Scourge: *irritated silence*
Frenzy lead off the steaming Rumble while Galvatron let Scourge have it for goading Rumble into a fight.
Scourge: *shakes victory fists* Finally, I get some action.
Cyclonus: Scourge, I don’t think—
Scourge: Look, let me have my fantasies, all right?
Cyclonus: *faint smile* *well, at least he’s acting like himself again*
Cyclonus heard all of this in his room, he smirked.
Scourge: Didn’t know you dabbled in aural sex, Cyc.
Cyclonus: You do realize that if this wasn’t text-based snark, that joke wouldn’t actually make sense.
He didn’t have to worry about Galvatron not acting normal anymore. He was acting perfectly normal.
Scourge: Reprimanding me for doing absolutely nothing while a Casseticon pounded my leg in. This is apparently normal. Why me?
Now all Cyclonus had to do was get back up to speed then it would be his turn to act normal with the others.
Galvatron: And they call me mad. No, considering this rubbish normal is true madness.
“It shouldn’t be too hard though. It might be awhile, but I’ll get used to these changes.”
Cyclonus thought as he drifted off to sleep.
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Scourge: The worms go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah…
Cyclonus: I’ve still got the sock from the last badfic, Scourge.
Scourge: …I’ll be good.
Foxey: I don’t have much to say today, please R and R.
Scourge: *turns sideways in the chair, puts his hands behind his head and puts his legs up on the armrest* Rest and relaxation? I’m in favor of this.
Cyclonus: Get your feet out of my lap before I remove them from the rest of your legs.
Magnus: That’s what you get for staying on the internet for awhile after school and then try to type up another chapter.
Foxey: -_-() true.
Cyclonus: I suppose she gets points for doing her Badfic School homework studiously.
Galvatron: And points off for doing it so horribly.
Foxey: Hey people, I’m finely updating my baby.
Magnus: Baby? I don’t wanna know. Shouldn’t you be studying for you exams right now?
Foxey: I’ve studied all I can for one day. Damn exams.
Galvatron: We do not care! *snarl*
Magnus: Watch the language there.
Scourge: Oh my, she said a curse word! Fetch the soap!
Cyclonus: Definitely middle school. I’m left to wonder what she would do if faced with your collection, Scourge.
Scourge: Faint, probably. *…idea!* Perhaps I should carry a few records on me, for self defense. Yes.
Foxey: Right, that might be something you need to remind yourself of.
Magnus: Watch it.
Foxey: Oh alright, you’re lucky I’m out of it right now.
Magnus: Oh yeah I forgot, study is an unknown word to you.
Galvatron: Enough with the mindless banter. If we must sit through this disgusting thing I’d at least prefer to get to the part with plot.
Foxey: *glares* I’ll have you know I’m passing all my classes right now.
Magnus: It was luck.
Foxey: We’ll debate this later, like when you come in for your interview.
Magnus: Oh joy.
Scourge: There’s interviews for bad slash?
Galvatron: And I suppose I’m supposed to consider it a compliment that I was ‘accepted’ without even applying.
Foxey: Lets get this story started.
Cyclonus: Let’s not.
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Scourge: I think the squiggles are starting to multiply. O_O
After a couple of weeks Cyclonus was deemed healthy enough for him to go back to his duties.
Galvatron: WEEKS?
Cyclonus: Someone is severely underestimating the Constructicons.
“I was really fit enough last week.” Cyclonus thought as he tried to wake up.
Galvatron: Unfortunately, he was still trapped in his horrible, horrible nightmare.
“Though I can’t say I’ve been board either, it’s been pretty good the past couple of weeks.” Whenever Cyclonus and Galvatron had time alone they took advantage of it. So far it had worked out pretty well.
Scourge: Well, I think we just found the reason he was out of commission for that long.
Cyclonus walked out of his room just in time to almost get hit in the head by a water balloon thrown by Frenzy.
Cyclonus: …water balloon?
Scourge: This gets more childish the farther we go.
“Sorry Cyclonus, that was meant for Rumble.” Frenzy said as he glared at Rumble. “Take it outside; you’re both going to end up making a mess.”
Galvatron: And would someone remember we’re in the middle of a WAR? Charr is not a resort in the Bahamas.
Cyclonus said as he looked up and down the hall trying to see if they had already made a mess.
Cyclonus: This entire thing is a mess. *groans*
“Sure, no problem Cyclonus.” The twin brothers made their way outside.
Scourge: Where, ideally, they were eaten by demons.
Cyclonus decided to take the opposite way when he almost ran over Galvatron.
“Oh yeah, I’m having a real great morning.” Cyclonus grumbled to himself.
Cyclonus: I’m stuck in a SNADfic and troop discipline has become nil, not to mention that the entire Decepticon army seems to have vanished again.
Galvatron tilted his head a little. “And what would make it such a good morning, hmm?”
Scourge: You, Scourge, and the interrogation room. Ideally.
“Lets see, almost getting soaked by the twins, almost running over you and the morning’s not even over yet.”
Cyclonus: How would you even manage to run over Galvatron, anyway? He’s a bit hard to miss.
Galvatron: I don’t know, I certainly haven’t seen myself in this since the fic began.
Cyclonus made a face, it was really starting to turn out not to be his day. Galvatron chuckled a little and then gave Cyclonus a small kiss on the cheek.
Scourge: So this is what sugar in your fuel tank feels like. Blargh.
“Well maybe that made it a little bit better.
Cyclonus: No, not really.
I need you to come into the command center.” “How come? Is something wrong?”
Galvatron: No, I just don’t feel like walking all the way down to my room when the top of the console serves just as well.
“I’m just nervous about something.”
Scourge: I really think I should give up high grade, what with the baby coming and all.
Cyclonus: Scourge, you are not helping.
Galvatron and Cyclonus walked into the command center. Soundwave was doing something at the computer.
Galvatron: Never mind what it was, that requires actual research.
Scourge: But that would distract us from the romance!
“Soundwave, bring up the maps.” Soundwave brought up some maps that brought up some electrical read outs.
Cyclonus: Being vague on what’s actually going on is also not saving on costs.
“What’s so worrisome about these Mighty Galvatron?”
Galvatron: The fact that I have absolutely no idea what we're doing and I don't think anyone else does either.
“Have you noticed that the Autobots haven’t gone back and forth from Cybertron recently?”
Cyclonus: Is…is that a plot point?
Scourge: Better take a picture, I doubt it will last long.
“To be blunt, no. I’ve been more busy catching up on my sleep.” Galvatron shoot Cyclonus a look.
Galvatron: You’ve actually had time to sleep? I must have been doing something wrong.
Soundwave stood up and walked toward the door. “Where are you going?” Galvatron asked.
Scourge: He’s fleeing the SNAD.
It wasn’t like Soundwave to just up and leave. “It’s too quite; I haven’t heard Rumble or Frenzy lately.” Soundwave replied as he walked outside.
Cyclonus: It’s also not like Soundwave to speak that casually.
“Knowing the twins, they’re knee deep in trouble.”
Galvatron: Can we go five minutes without this adorable mischief garbage? They aren’t children! They kill people!
“Why do you keep calling them that Cyclonus?” “What, the twins?” “Yes.”
Cyclonus: Because those little abominations cannot be the Rumble and Frenzy I know.
Cyclonus shrugged, “Its easier to call them that instead of Rumble and Frenzy all the time.” Cyclonus looked over at Galvatron perplexed, “Why? Do you mind me calling them that?” “No, I was just curious.” Cyclonus chuckled a little then got serious.
Cyclonus: Did…that have anything to do with anything at all?
Scourge: I told you, plot points are few and far between here.
“Why do you think the Autobots aren’t moving around much?”
Scourge: They’re hung over from the Christmas party.
“I’m not sure, but its got me a little worried.” Cyclonus typed something into the computer.
Galvatron: We think there might have been some numbers and letters involved, but it’s hard to tell.
”What are you doing Cyclonus?” “Finding out what the Autobots are doing. There we go.”
Scourge: Cyclonus: Computer Hacker Genius.
Cyclonus: If only it were that easy.
Cyclonus had brought up more reading on the computer in the computer; he started to read the information.
Galvatron: Is the author not even going to put in some sort of technobabble instead of this useless vagueness? A child could do better.
Galvatron read over his shoulder for a few minutes. “I know what they did.”
Galvatron: Last summer?
Cyclonus: At the Christmas party?
Scourge: With Professor Plum in the conservatory with the lead pipe?
“So what are they doing?”
Scourge: I’m not sure, but I had no idea the Autobots even had a jello pit that large.
“They’ve got something that they don’t want us to know about, so they’ve put up an energy block.
Cyclonus: An energy block?
Scourge: Perhaps it’s a…um…all right, I admit I have no idea what they’re on about.
If one recognizes the way the block works you can create a back door and find out what they’re trying to hide by bringing up the data for the past couple of weeks.”
Cyclonus: I’m assuming Red Alert is dead in this fic. If he wasn’t, I can’t see how we could remotely get into their database from Charr in a matter of seconds.
Scourge: I think she might be talking about a firewall here. *beardstroke* But energy block is definitely a new one.
Galvatron: Perhaps she wanted to sound sophisticated and went to the thesaurus with all the wrong assumptions.
“Well done Cyclonus, now all we need to do is figure out what the Autobots are up to.”
Scourge: With that much flavored lubricant? I’m not sure I want to know.
“We could just go down there and look.”
Galvatron: Yes, just pop in and ask what their secret plans are. They might even invite us in for tea.
Scourge: Wait, wasn’t Cyclonus finding that out with his super hacking skills just a second ago?
Cyclonus: I’ve given up on trying to figure out what’s going on.
“We? As in you doing something that might involve fighting?”
Galvatron: Wonderful!
Cyclonus: Finally!
Scourge: Ain’t happening. That would require plot.
Galvatron looked stern as Cyclonus started to protest.“I’m fine; I haven’t been this planet for a month!”
Cyclonus: Far longer than a month, I’d think.
Cyclonus got a very cute pout on his face. “Darn it, you’re just too cute on some things. You know that?”
Scourge: No. No, I really didn’t.
Cyclonus: Hot Rod is cute. Blurr is cute. Sandstorm is occasionally cute, although still quite worthy of death. I don’t do cute.
The couple might have started to kiss had it not been for Scourge coming in.
Scourge: No, no, don’t stop on my account. I’d hate to be a bother.
“I wouldn’t recommend going outside right now, Frenzy manage to piss off Rumble again.” Cyclonus grimaced, “I’ll just stay inside in here for awhile.”
Cyclonus: So now two of the most capable Decepticons in the whole army are hiding from a pair of irate cassettes. We might as well surrender right now.
“How did he manage to do it this time?” “Pushed him into a whole, proceeded to bury him in the hole, and the whole time he was calling him a geeky decpticons.”
Galvatron: I think I’ve found the missing Decepticons!
Cyclonus: Er…where, mighty one?
Galvatron: They’ve all somehow merged into Rumble and Frenzy’s bodies, which is how Rumble is a ‘geeky decepticons’. *smirk*
Scourge: …my lord, that is so twisted that it’s brilliant. *and if Galvatron is making this fic make more sense, something is severely wrong*
Galvatron: Of course it is.
“That would do it.” Cyclonus nodded, “And it will probably take awhile for him to cool down.”
Scourge: Let’s pour liquid nitrogen in the whole hole. That’ll speed up the process.
“While we wait for him to do that, Scourge, take the Sweeps and run them through some basic runs.
Scourge: Can we do some flying afterwards? We haven’t gotten to fly during this entire fic.
We’re going to pay the Autobots a little visit soon.”
Cyclonus: Prepare the gift baskets.
“Okay.” Scourge went off to find the Sweeps.
Scourge: *rant mode* And do horrible horrible things to them that are neither cute nor fluffy and would probably give the author a heart attack, because apparently I won’t get to do anything vaguely dignified during this entire piece of garbage.
Galvatron: *sighs and reaches across Cyclonus*
Scourge: And of course there’s--!!!!!! *sudden loud squeak*
Galvatron: *arrogant grin* Did that help?
Scourge: Yes. Greatly. O_O
Galvatron: Good!
Cyclonus looked over at Galvatron. “What are we going to do?”
Scourge: Too easy. Next!
“Simple, start what I was going to do earlier and make sure that there isn’t anything that needs to be done.”
Galvatron: Like you.
Scourge: Considering how long Cyclonus has been laid up, I think he’s been ‘done’ enough.
Galvatron pulled Cyclonus into a long kiss. After they parted Cyclonus smiled. “I don’t think we should be doing this in the command center.”
Galvatron: I’m Galvatron. I can do that any bloody place I please.
“I guess not, we’ll have to finish this later.” Galvatron cupped Cyclonus’s face.
Scourge: And then poured coffee into him.
“And we’ll pick up where we left off a couple of weeks ago as well.”
Cyclonus: *dryly* Because apparently nothing happens while I’m unconscious. The war itself freezes, out of respect for the ill.
“That’s fine with me mighty one. Perfectly fine, I look forward to it.” Cyclonus walked to the door leading outside.
“I’m going to have a little bit of target practice. I might be a little bit Rusty.”
Galvatron: Ah hah! His façade has slipped. This is secretly the Decepticon spy ‘Rusty’.
Scourge: In an ideal world, yes.
“All right, be careful. Watch out for Rumble.”
Scourge: Because he’s suddenly one of the most terrifying warriors in the army.
Cyclonus smiled, “Thanks for the advice.” Cyclonus walked outside while Galvatron made sure there wasn’t anything that needed to be done before they left to find the Autobots.
Galvatron: Like finding the rest of the cursed army.
Cyclonus: ‘Cursed’ would seem to be a most fitting word here, mighty one.
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Scourge: There’s even more this time! They’re invading! By the time we get to chapter five they’ll have taken over two lines instead of one! We’ve got to warn the High Command!
Cyclonus: Scourge, we are the High Command.
Scourge: Oh. Never mind, then.
Foxey: Another chapter done.
Scourge: Unfortunately.
Magnus: I would say something but I’m not gonna.
Cyclonus: I, on the other hand, could think of a number of choice words to say.
Foxey: I don’t even wanna hear it. I’m going have to leave you guys now,
Scourge: Yes!
I’ve got Final Exams Thursday and Friday and I need to make sure I’ve got everything ready. Good Luck to all who have to take their exams as well. Wish me luck, gotta go now.
Galvatron: Please, go! Go with my blessing. Your return, on the other hand, will not be so lucky.
Magnus: Good luck Foxey.
Foxey: Thanks.
Scourge: And thanks to someone else entirely that this portion is finally over.
Galvatron: *has in the meanstwhile gone under the screen and begun pounding on the wall* Someone’s moved the blasted door!
Cyclonus: *looks over his shoulder* They must have caught on to us. There goes the common sense exit, I suppose.
Galvatron: Blasted…door…hm. *raises his cannon and fires upon the wall, leaving a smoking hole through which the two Unicronians can exit*
Scourge: This is why our Galvatron is better. *follows them contendedly out of the theater*
But now instead of doing very little all day, I'm doing very little all day and getting paid. ^_^
Chapters One and Two here.
Foxey: I got this chapter up during English and math class today.
Cyclonus: While she was being integrated?
Magnus: Shouldn’t you be paying attention to the teachers instead of writing?
What about those exams you keep complaining about, hmm?
Scourge: If this is a badfic school, I’m rather glad she doesn’t pay attention
to the teachers.
Foxey: Hey, I finished all my work first. I can’t happen if I get board easy
and I have the urge to write.
Galvatron: Perhaps the board should be harder next time. With a nail in it.
Magnus: Oh yeah, I believe that one.
Foxey: Ohh Magnus, lookey at what I’ve almost finished.*holds up an unfinished
Mags/Roddi fic.*
Magnus: You wouldn’t!
Galvatron: *possessive growl* No, she had better not.
Scourge: If your characters don’t want to be written about by you, perhaps it’s
time to stop writing.
Foxey: Try me. Anyways, if certain law people want the disclaimer you’ll just
have to go back to chapter 1.
Cyclonus: No, no, we trust you.
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Scourge: Waves on the shore, so very soothing…mmm…zzzz…
Cyclonus: *baps* You are not sleeping through this, not when the rest of us have to endure it. Besides, I can tell you’re faking it.
Scourge: You’re a cruel mistress, Cyclonus. *dodges another swat*
Galvatron and Cyclonus walked into the command center. “Hey Cyclonus, long time no see, huh?” Rumble greeted Cyclonus as he walked into the command center.
Cyclonus: No wonder this army has gone downhill. We’ve lost all sense of protocol and decorum.
Scourge: And anything relating to common sense.
Cyclonus smiled a little bit, “just a few hours, it wasn’t too long, but thanks for your concern Rumble.”
Cyclonus: I wouldn’t trust that sort of greeting. He’s probably broken something important and doesn’t want anyone to know about it.
“Oh, uh you’re welcome.” “That doesn’t mean you’re getting out of your cleaning detail.”
Scourge: Go to your room, young man!
“Darn it!” “You’ll learn not to fight with Frenzy when you should be doing other stuff.”
Galvatron: I realize that leading the Decepticons is like taking care of a herd of well-armed children, but this takes the metaphor a bit far.
Rumble looked over at Frenzy, “Yeah, he’s fine. It only took a few minutes to get back to normal.” Frenzy bit back a smile; he was in enough trouble with his twin as it was!
“Cyclonus, you feeling any better?” Scourge walked into the commanded center. “I mean I didn’t expect you back up on your feet so soon.”
Scourge: I thought you’d still be in physical therapy. On your back.
“I don’t plan on moving too much now.” Cyclonus smirked a little, “Hope you’re not too disappointed now.”
Cyclonus: Disappointed that he missed it, probably.
Scourge: Stop stealing my jokes! *annoyed*
Cyclonus: Stop being so obvious about it.
“Nice to see you’ve still got your sense of humor.”
Scourge: He has a sense of humor?
Scourge turned to Galvatron, “sir, all of the patrolling is done.”
Cyclonus: Did you spot any Sues?
Scourge: No, but we did find Rumble’s old comic collection.
“I would hope so. Seeing how these two are in here.
Galvatron: Considering they seem to make up most of the Decepticon army.
Speaking of which, where is everyone else at?”
Cyclonus: I’ve been wondering that myself.
“They should be coming in about now.” “Good, I want to their reports.”
Galvatron: So I can figure out where in the Pit they’ve been this whole time.
“Yes sir.” Galvatron and Scourge walked outside to get the reports from the other Decpticons.
Cyclonus: This isn’t a movie. You don’t save money on actors by having most of the cast offstage.
Rumble looked past to make sure they were out of earshot. When they were Rumble smartly saluted toward the door, “Hail Caesar.” Rumble said
sarcastically.
Cyclonus: Finally, a bit of discipline.
Scourge: Fairly certain that was sarcasm, Cyclonus.
Cyclonus: Let me have my fantasies.
Cyclonus raised an optic, “and who were you directing that toward?”
Scourge: Our dictator, also known as the author.
“Scourge. He’s gotten a big head since you aren’t going to be able to do much and he thinks he’s getting your job.”
Scourge: *horrified* Why would I want his job? I’ll stay lower down where it’s safer, if you don’t mind.
Cyclonus growled a little, “We’ll see how long that lasts.”
Cyclonus: I might have to…punish him. *sideways glance at his triadmate*
Frenzy nodded, “for once I can agree with you Rumble. Scourge was a total jerk today.”
Scourge: Why am I always the bad guy?
“Right there’s a miracle.” “Very funny Cyclonus, very funny.”
Cyclonus: No, a miracle would be this fic being over.
“I’m out of here, there’s nothing to do in here.” Frenzy grumbled as he wandered outside.
Galvatron: Considering no one seems to remember we’re fighting a damned war here, I’m not surprised.
“Hey wait for me! You’re not leaving me here with Ravage! Get back here!” Rumble took after Frenzy.
Scourge: He’ll put me in handcuffs again and tickle my feet! Don’t do it!
“Those two are impossible.” Cyclonus said as he brought up scans of the planet.
Galvatron: We should never have promoted them to the rank of Adorable Comic Relief.
“Didn’t I tell you to take it easy?” Galvatron said as he wrapped one of his arms around Cyclonus’s waist.
Scourge: He’d swallowed his energon goodie too fast and Scourge had to give him the Heimlech maneuver.
“All I’m doing is looking at some pictures, how is that straining?
Scourge: Depends on the pictures, really.
Galvatron kissed his cheek, “I just don’t want you to relapse, that’s all.”
Galvatron: Far too late for that. His SNAD has spread throughout his body and he should properly be quarantined.
“Right and I appreciate it.” Cyclonus returned Galvatron’s kiss. “Did you get your report?” “Yes, there wasn’t anything to worry about.”
Cyclonus: Except for the part where we discovered Daniel’s secret stash of syk. That was disturbing.
“There never is usually. As much as I hate to bring this up- We really shouldn’t let the others know about us. If they did, they would raise immortal hell.
Galvatron: I’m raising immortal hell right now! *waves his cannon*
Cyclonus and Scourge: *scoots a bit farther away from him, just in case*
Galvatron sighed, Cyclonus did have a point. “Tell me, how do you propose we keep this from them?”
Scourge: Don’t be so obvious about it, for starters. And put your personal security tapes under high-level passwords.
“Simple, we act like our normal selves when we’re around them and when we’re alone.”
Cyclonus: Nothing about this mess is normal.
Cyclonus got up and wrapped his arms around Galvatron, “we’ll do whatever.”
Scourge: Ooh. I like whatever.
Cyclonus: I don’t think it’s the kind of whatever that involves you being sore in the morning.
“I do believe you’re flirting with me Cyclonus.”
Cyclonus: And I do believe I’m going to be ill.
“What clued you in?”
Scourge: The handcuffs dangling from your fingertip.
Cyclonus smiled and after kissing his love he put his arms back down. “I guess now would be a good time to start.”
Scourge: *gags* I’m going to need some refreshing S&M after this.
Cyclonus: I know the feeling. This is not the sort of pain I’m interested in.
“I guess so, but please don’t strain yourself Cyclonus.”
Scourge: Let me do it for you. I know I put that cat o’ninetails somewhere…
“I won’t mighty one, I won’t.” Cyclonus walked out of the command center and headed to his own room, it had been a very tiring day for him.
Galvatron: Looking at a few pictures and dealing with Rumble and Frenzy is a tiring day?
Scourge was quite happy with today’s events, that is, he was happy, until Rumble crashed into him.
Scourge: I’m not happy. Three chapters in and I’ve barely done anything.
“Watch where you’re going bolts for brains!” Rumble was already ticked off.
Scourge: I’m third in command! Why do I get no respect?
First he got scolded by Soundwave for fighting with Frenzy, and then he had to do his clean up detail that Cyclonus had given him and Frenzy.
Galvatron: At least someone's actually doing some work around here instead of pointlessly arguing and snogging.
Scourge: Sounds rather routine to me, actually.
“You’ve got some nerve saying that shrimp! As if you do anything to stop me.”
Scourge: I could step on him. I could shoot him and make up a reason later. I’m the slagging third in command, I outrank him!
Scourge smirked as he continued, “What are you going to do? Clean me to death?”
Cyclonus: I think he might die if you cleaned up that dirty mind of his, yes.
Rumble snapped right then and there,
Galvatron: In half, ideally.
“That does it! How about some pillar drivers Scourge?” With that said Rumble gave Scourge what he deserved.
Scourge: *flails* Third. In. Command! He isn’t allowed to do that!
“Knock it off, both of you idiots!”
Scourge: *whimpers* Why me? Why always me? I’d prefer SNAD to this.
Cyclonus: *tentatively pats his shoulder*
Galvatron jerked back Scourge while Frenzy grabbed Rumble back away from Scourge.
Cyclonus: *waits* *…waits more*
Scourge: *sulks*
Cyclonus: You aren’t going to make some sort of sexual joke about ‘jerking’?
Scourge: I’m not in the mood.
“You fools should conserve your energy, there’s Autobots to be smashed! Frenzy, take Rumble somewhere too cool off,
Scourge: Like the bottom of the Arctic Ocean. Or the depths of the catacombs.
I’ll deal with Scourge.”
Cyclonus: *hopeful* In bed?
Scourge: *irritated silence*
Frenzy lead off the steaming Rumble while Galvatron let Scourge have it for goading Rumble into a fight.
Scourge: *shakes victory fists* Finally, I get some action.
Cyclonus: Scourge, I don’t think—
Scourge: Look, let me have my fantasies, all right?
Cyclonus: *faint smile* *well, at least he’s acting like himself again*
Cyclonus heard all of this in his room, he smirked.
Scourge: Didn’t know you dabbled in aural sex, Cyc.
Cyclonus: You do realize that if this wasn’t text-based snark, that joke wouldn’t actually make sense.
He didn’t have to worry about Galvatron not acting normal anymore. He was acting perfectly normal.
Scourge: Reprimanding me for doing absolutely nothing while a Casseticon pounded my leg in. This is apparently normal. Why me?
Now all Cyclonus had to do was get back up to speed then it would be his turn to act normal with the others.
Galvatron: And they call me mad. No, considering this rubbish normal is true madness.
“It shouldn’t be too hard though. It might be awhile, but I’ll get used to these changes.”
Cyclonus thought as he drifted off to sleep.
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Scourge: The worms go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah…
Cyclonus: I’ve still got the sock from the last badfic, Scourge.
Scourge: …I’ll be good.
Foxey: I don’t have much to say today, please R and R.
Scourge: *turns sideways in the chair, puts his hands behind his head and puts his legs up on the armrest* Rest and relaxation? I’m in favor of this.
Cyclonus: Get your feet out of my lap before I remove them from the rest of your legs.
Magnus: That’s what you get for staying on the internet for awhile after school and then try to type up another chapter.
Foxey: -_-() true.
Cyclonus: I suppose she gets points for doing her Badfic School homework studiously.
Galvatron: And points off for doing it so horribly.
Foxey: Hey people, I’m finely updating my baby.
Magnus: Baby? I don’t wanna know. Shouldn’t you be studying for you exams right now?
Foxey: I’ve studied all I can for one day. Damn exams.
Galvatron: We do not care! *snarl*
Magnus: Watch the language there.
Scourge: Oh my, she said a curse word! Fetch the soap!
Cyclonus: Definitely middle school. I’m left to wonder what she would do if faced with your collection, Scourge.
Scourge: Faint, probably. *…idea!* Perhaps I should carry a few records on me, for self defense. Yes.
Foxey: Right, that might be something you need to remind yourself of.
Magnus: Watch it.
Foxey: Oh alright, you’re lucky I’m out of it right now.
Magnus: Oh yeah I forgot, study is an unknown word to you.
Galvatron: Enough with the mindless banter. If we must sit through this disgusting thing I’d at least prefer to get to the part with plot.
Foxey: *glares* I’ll have you know I’m passing all my classes right now.
Magnus: It was luck.
Foxey: We’ll debate this later, like when you come in for your interview.
Magnus: Oh joy.
Scourge: There’s interviews for bad slash?
Galvatron: And I suppose I’m supposed to consider it a compliment that I was ‘accepted’ without even applying.
Foxey: Lets get this story started.
Cyclonus: Let’s not.
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Scourge: I think the squiggles are starting to multiply. O_O
After a couple of weeks Cyclonus was deemed healthy enough for him to go back to his duties.
Galvatron: WEEKS?
Cyclonus: Someone is severely underestimating the Constructicons.
“I was really fit enough last week.” Cyclonus thought as he tried to wake up.
Galvatron: Unfortunately, he was still trapped in his horrible, horrible nightmare.
“Though I can’t say I’ve been board either, it’s been pretty good the past couple of weeks.” Whenever Cyclonus and Galvatron had time alone they took advantage of it. So far it had worked out pretty well.
Scourge: Well, I think we just found the reason he was out of commission for that long.
Cyclonus walked out of his room just in time to almost get hit in the head by a water balloon thrown by Frenzy.
Cyclonus: …water balloon?
Scourge: This gets more childish the farther we go.
“Sorry Cyclonus, that was meant for Rumble.” Frenzy said as he glared at Rumble. “Take it outside; you’re both going to end up making a mess.”
Galvatron: And would someone remember we’re in the middle of a WAR? Charr is not a resort in the Bahamas.
Cyclonus said as he looked up and down the hall trying to see if they had already made a mess.
Cyclonus: This entire thing is a mess. *groans*
“Sure, no problem Cyclonus.” The twin brothers made their way outside.
Scourge: Where, ideally, they were eaten by demons.
Cyclonus decided to take the opposite way when he almost ran over Galvatron.
“Oh yeah, I’m having a real great morning.” Cyclonus grumbled to himself.
Cyclonus: I’m stuck in a SNADfic and troop discipline has become nil, not to mention that the entire Decepticon army seems to have vanished again.
Galvatron tilted his head a little. “And what would make it such a good morning, hmm?”
Scourge: You, Scourge, and the interrogation room. Ideally.
“Lets see, almost getting soaked by the twins, almost running over you and the morning’s not even over yet.”
Cyclonus: How would you even manage to run over Galvatron, anyway? He’s a bit hard to miss.
Galvatron: I don’t know, I certainly haven’t seen myself in this since the fic began.
Cyclonus made a face, it was really starting to turn out not to be his day. Galvatron chuckled a little and then gave Cyclonus a small kiss on the cheek.
Scourge: So this is what sugar in your fuel tank feels like. Blargh.
“Well maybe that made it a little bit better.
Cyclonus: No, not really.
I need you to come into the command center.” “How come? Is something wrong?”
Galvatron: No, I just don’t feel like walking all the way down to my room when the top of the console serves just as well.
“I’m just nervous about something.”
Scourge: I really think I should give up high grade, what with the baby coming and all.
Cyclonus: Scourge, you are not helping.
Galvatron and Cyclonus walked into the command center. Soundwave was doing something at the computer.
Galvatron: Never mind what it was, that requires actual research.
Scourge: But that would distract us from the romance!
“Soundwave, bring up the maps.” Soundwave brought up some maps that brought up some electrical read outs.
Cyclonus: Being vague on what’s actually going on is also not saving on costs.
“What’s so worrisome about these Mighty Galvatron?”
Galvatron: The fact that I have absolutely no idea what we're doing and I don't think anyone else does either.
“Have you noticed that the Autobots haven’t gone back and forth from Cybertron recently?”
Cyclonus: Is…is that a plot point?
Scourge: Better take a picture, I doubt it will last long.
“To be blunt, no. I’ve been more busy catching up on my sleep.” Galvatron shoot Cyclonus a look.
Galvatron: You’ve actually had time to sleep? I must have been doing something wrong.
Soundwave stood up and walked toward the door. “Where are you going?” Galvatron asked.
Scourge: He’s fleeing the SNAD.
It wasn’t like Soundwave to just up and leave. “It’s too quite; I haven’t heard Rumble or Frenzy lately.” Soundwave replied as he walked outside.
Cyclonus: It’s also not like Soundwave to speak that casually.
“Knowing the twins, they’re knee deep in trouble.”
Galvatron: Can we go five minutes without this adorable mischief garbage? They aren’t children! They kill people!
“Why do you keep calling them that Cyclonus?” “What, the twins?” “Yes.”
Cyclonus: Because those little abominations cannot be the Rumble and Frenzy I know.
Cyclonus shrugged, “Its easier to call them that instead of Rumble and Frenzy all the time.” Cyclonus looked over at Galvatron perplexed, “Why? Do you mind me calling them that?” “No, I was just curious.” Cyclonus chuckled a little then got serious.
Cyclonus: Did…that have anything to do with anything at all?
Scourge: I told you, plot points are few and far between here.
“Why do you think the Autobots aren’t moving around much?”
Scourge: They’re hung over from the Christmas party.
“I’m not sure, but its got me a little worried.” Cyclonus typed something into the computer.
Galvatron: We think there might have been some numbers and letters involved, but it’s hard to tell.
”What are you doing Cyclonus?” “Finding out what the Autobots are doing. There we go.”
Scourge: Cyclonus: Computer Hacker Genius.
Cyclonus: If only it were that easy.
Cyclonus had brought up more reading on the computer in the computer; he started to read the information.
Galvatron: Is the author not even going to put in some sort of technobabble instead of this useless vagueness? A child could do better.
Galvatron read over his shoulder for a few minutes. “I know what they did.”
Galvatron: Last summer?
Cyclonus: At the Christmas party?
Scourge: With Professor Plum in the conservatory with the lead pipe?
“So what are they doing?”
Scourge: I’m not sure, but I had no idea the Autobots even had a jello pit that large.
“They’ve got something that they don’t want us to know about, so they’ve put up an energy block.
Cyclonus: An energy block?
Scourge: Perhaps it’s a…um…all right, I admit I have no idea what they’re on about.
If one recognizes the way the block works you can create a back door and find out what they’re trying to hide by bringing up the data for the past couple of weeks.”
Cyclonus: I’m assuming Red Alert is dead in this fic. If he wasn’t, I can’t see how we could remotely get into their database from Charr in a matter of seconds.
Scourge: I think she might be talking about a firewall here. *beardstroke* But energy block is definitely a new one.
Galvatron: Perhaps she wanted to sound sophisticated and went to the thesaurus with all the wrong assumptions.
“Well done Cyclonus, now all we need to do is figure out what the Autobots are up to.”
Scourge: With that much flavored lubricant? I’m not sure I want to know.
“We could just go down there and look.”
Galvatron: Yes, just pop in and ask what their secret plans are. They might even invite us in for tea.
Scourge: Wait, wasn’t Cyclonus finding that out with his super hacking skills just a second ago?
Cyclonus: I’ve given up on trying to figure out what’s going on.
“We? As in you doing something that might involve fighting?”
Galvatron: Wonderful!
Cyclonus: Finally!
Scourge: Ain’t happening. That would require plot.
Galvatron looked stern as Cyclonus started to protest.“I’m fine; I haven’t been this planet for a month!”
Cyclonus: Far longer than a month, I’d think.
Cyclonus got a very cute pout on his face. “Darn it, you’re just too cute on some things. You know that?”
Scourge: No. No, I really didn’t.
Cyclonus: Hot Rod is cute. Blurr is cute. Sandstorm is occasionally cute, although still quite worthy of death. I don’t do cute.
The couple might have started to kiss had it not been for Scourge coming in.
Scourge: No, no, don’t stop on my account. I’d hate to be a bother.
“I wouldn’t recommend going outside right now, Frenzy manage to piss off Rumble again.” Cyclonus grimaced, “I’ll just stay inside in here for awhile.”
Cyclonus: So now two of the most capable Decepticons in the whole army are hiding from a pair of irate cassettes. We might as well surrender right now.
“How did he manage to do it this time?” “Pushed him into a whole, proceeded to bury him in the hole, and the whole time he was calling him a geeky decpticons.”
Galvatron: I think I’ve found the missing Decepticons!
Cyclonus: Er…where, mighty one?
Galvatron: They’ve all somehow merged into Rumble and Frenzy’s bodies, which is how Rumble is a ‘geeky decepticons’. *smirk*
Scourge: …my lord, that is so twisted that it’s brilliant. *and if Galvatron is making this fic make more sense, something is severely wrong*
Galvatron: Of course it is.
“That would do it.” Cyclonus nodded, “And it will probably take awhile for him to cool down.”
Scourge: Let’s pour liquid nitrogen in the whole hole. That’ll speed up the process.
“While we wait for him to do that, Scourge, take the Sweeps and run them through some basic runs.
Scourge: Can we do some flying afterwards? We haven’t gotten to fly during this entire fic.
We’re going to pay the Autobots a little visit soon.”
Cyclonus: Prepare the gift baskets.
“Okay.” Scourge went off to find the Sweeps.
Scourge: *rant mode* And do horrible horrible things to them that are neither cute nor fluffy and would probably give the author a heart attack, because apparently I won’t get to do anything vaguely dignified during this entire piece of garbage.
Galvatron: *sighs and reaches across Cyclonus*
Scourge: And of course there’s--!!!!!! *sudden loud squeak*
Galvatron: *arrogant grin* Did that help?
Scourge: Yes. Greatly. O_O
Galvatron: Good!
Cyclonus looked over at Galvatron. “What are we going to do?”
Scourge: Too easy. Next!
“Simple, start what I was going to do earlier and make sure that there isn’t anything that needs to be done.”
Galvatron: Like you.
Scourge: Considering how long Cyclonus has been laid up, I think he’s been ‘done’ enough.
Galvatron pulled Cyclonus into a long kiss. After they parted Cyclonus smiled. “I don’t think we should be doing this in the command center.”
Galvatron: I’m Galvatron. I can do that any bloody place I please.
“I guess not, we’ll have to finish this later.” Galvatron cupped Cyclonus’s face.
Scourge: And then poured coffee into him.
“And we’ll pick up where we left off a couple of weeks ago as well.”
Cyclonus: *dryly* Because apparently nothing happens while I’m unconscious. The war itself freezes, out of respect for the ill.
“That’s fine with me mighty one. Perfectly fine, I look forward to it.” Cyclonus walked to the door leading outside.
“I’m going to have a little bit of target practice. I might be a little bit Rusty.”
Galvatron: Ah hah! His façade has slipped. This is secretly the Decepticon spy ‘Rusty’.
Scourge: In an ideal world, yes.
“All right, be careful. Watch out for Rumble.”
Scourge: Because he’s suddenly one of the most terrifying warriors in the army.
Cyclonus smiled, “Thanks for the advice.” Cyclonus walked outside while Galvatron made sure there wasn’t anything that needed to be done before they left to find the Autobots.
Galvatron: Like finding the rest of the cursed army.
Cyclonus: ‘Cursed’ would seem to be a most fitting word here, mighty one.
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Scourge: There’s even more this time! They’re invading! By the time we get to chapter five they’ll have taken over two lines instead of one! We’ve got to warn the High Command!
Cyclonus: Scourge, we are the High Command.
Scourge: Oh. Never mind, then.
Foxey: Another chapter done.
Scourge: Unfortunately.
Magnus: I would say something but I’m not gonna.
Cyclonus: I, on the other hand, could think of a number of choice words to say.
Foxey: I don’t even wanna hear it. I’m going have to leave you guys now,
Scourge: Yes!
I’ve got Final Exams Thursday and Friday and I need to make sure I’ve got everything ready. Good Luck to all who have to take their exams as well. Wish me luck, gotta go now.
Galvatron: Please, go! Go with my blessing. Your return, on the other hand, will not be so lucky.
Magnus: Good luck Foxey.
Foxey: Thanks.
Scourge: And thanks to someone else entirely that this portion is finally over.
Galvatron: *has in the meanstwhile gone under the screen and begun pounding on the wall* Someone’s moved the blasted door!
Cyclonus: *looks over his shoulder* They must have caught on to us. There goes the common sense exit, I suppose.
Galvatron: Blasted…door…hm. *raises his cannon and fires upon the wall, leaving a smoking hole through which the two Unicronians can exit*
Scourge: This is why our Galvatron is better. *follows them contendedly out of the theater*
