seiberwing | *so dead now*

I'm signed up for college classes, tenatively. My Tuesdays and Thursdays will be packed, but I've got little MWF (unless I can get that Creative Writing course). To celebrate, I present the first chapter of an in-progress MST I've been working on.

Lack of Forgiveness

Galvatron: For the author? Yes.

By KellyQ

Cyclonus: Is that like Alpha Q?
Scourge: You’ll do what to me?
Cyclonus: What?
Scourge…never mind.

Cyclonus stood at his post feeling sort of rejected. The past few days Galvatron has been ignoring him and other Decepticons and he knew why.

Scourge: He’d just gotten DDR Max and had refused to come out of his room until he got a B on “In the Navy”.

The mistake he made by sending Galvatron to the planet Torkulon. Cyclonus clenched his hands into a fist as anger rose with in him. He couldn't believe that he allowed the Quintesson's to trick him of sending him there.

Cyclonus: It seems accurate so far.
Galvatron: The Quintesson’s what?

He was so deep in thought that he didn't hear footsteps coming toward until he was grabbed by the neck; his optic sensors widen when he realized that it was Galvatron who had lifted him up in the air.

Galvatron: Who else would do that to you, besides me?
Scourge: There was Ultra Magnus that one time--*is thwapped*

"Mighty one?" He chocked.

Cyclonus: Chocked?
Scourge: I think they mean “choked”.
Cyclonus: I don’t even breathe!

"In my head-quarters, now!"

Scourge: As opposed to what, being in his hind-
Galvatron: Scourge!
Scourge: Sorry.

With no other demands, Galvatron dropped Cyclonus and walked away. With a sigh, he got to his feet and followed his commander in his head-quarters; he knew what was going to come of him.

Galvatron: I beat him into slag?
Cyclonus: *sigh* In this fic, it’s probably too much to hope for.

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Scourge: Hey, stars.
Galvatron: In alignment, no less. This explains things.

Galvatron passed back and forth making the other very nervous. Cyclonus chewed on the side of his lip; the suspense was killing him!

Cyclonus: No, this fic is killing me.
Scourge: And isn’t chewing on his lips your privilege, Mighty Galvatron?
Galvatron: I will use my cannon on you, Scourge.

"Uh ... Mighty One ..."

"I should melt you down!" Galvatron threatened pointing his gun at
Cyclonus, "You tricked me! You knew that there was no Autobots there!"

Galvatron: There were no Autobots there, not was! My grammar is flawless!

By now, Cyclonus' back was against the wall shaking.

Scourge: While the rest of Cyclonus had gone out for ice cream.

"Mighty Galvatron ... please ... the others where going to hurt you if I didn't act ... and you needed help ..."

Galvatron: Were going to hurt me, not where. And that’s the most laughable excuse for treachery I’ve ever heard.
Cyclonus: *slight cough as he darts a glance at Scourge* Of course, my lord.

"Help!" The leader screech slapping Cyclonus really hard across the face sending him to the floor. "I don't need help from a traitor!"

Galvatron: No, that’s only moderately hard. Really hard would result in his head coming off.

They both looked at each other, all emotions that where in Cyclonus' optic sensors seamed to have vanished as he rose to his feet turned and walked out catching Galvatron off guard. Closing his optic sensors the leader threw his arms in the air and cried out in anger.

Cyclonus: I think this person has a problem with the word “were”.
Scourge: Perhaps her family was eaten by a werewolf and she has traumatic associations?
Cyclonus: In that case, I wish they’d taken her as well.

He turned and started to blow things up. His bed, computer; everything that looked like that was laughing at him as he cursed.

Galvatron: What is this rubbish? I’ve never acted like that!
Scourge and Cyclonus: *coughcough*

"Stop laughing at me!" He demanded as he transformed firing again creating a big whole.

Galvatron: A whole what?

Two of the Decepticons peeked their heads in after the dust settled seeing Galvatron sitting on the floor breathing hard sweat coming down his face a trickle of meck fluid coming down his nose.

Cyclonus: Breathing hard sweat?

"Mighty Galvatron," Scourge managed to say as he ran up to his leader helping him up, "are you all right? What happened?"

Scourge: At least I seem to be in some modicum of character.
Cyclonus: Something tells me that’s going to change soon.

"Cyclonus, you better not leave me or I'll hunt you down and melt you!!"

Galvatron: In which case I won’t have him anyway. Lovely logic.

Scourge flinched. Cyclonus and Galvatron had an argument? That's odd. Those two hardly fight; but his thoughts where interrupted of Galvatron coughing hard as he felt all his waiting be shifted to one side.

Cyclonus: Did that sentence make sense to anyone?
Galvatron: Were! Were! Not ‘where’!*shoots at the screen* Get it right!

He looked down his shoulder to see that Galvatron had dropped to his knee's his mouth covered with his hand seeing meck fluid trickling down his knuckles.

Cyclonus: He really should have checked the expiration date on that hard energon.

"Galvatron! You’re bleeding!"

Scourge: I doubt it. He just had some bad meck fluid.
Cyclonus: What’s meck fluid, anyway?
Scourge: It’s what keeps SNADs running.

As if on que, Soundwave came racing in and stopped dead looking at the situation for one moment then ran up picking Galvatron and floated to repair bay.

Galvatron: And since when can Soundwave just float? He usually walks.
Scourge: He was riding on a que, apparently.

***************

Scourge: The stars have aligned once more. By the powers of the nether gods, I invoke…a scene change!

Cyclonus put his hand on his cheek; it still stung. I don't need help from a traitor! He closed his optic's clenching his fits as they shook; he felt like screaming, shouting cursing blowing something up.

"Damn you, Quintesson's!!" He yelled into the darkness, his optic sensors full of hate, and murder, "damn all of you!!"

Scourge: How delightfully angsty.
Cyclonus: Quintesson’s what?
Scourge: Didn’t we already do that joke?

It just echoed back at him making him feel slight uneasy. He closed his optics again feeling all the anger darning his body.

Galvatron: So Cyclonus is a sock now.
Cyclonus: It explains the fluffiness.

He had no idea that having feelings for someone were so draining.

Scourge: Yes, like a sewage pump.

Yes. He loved Galvatron, that's why he did what he did; because he couldn't stand the only bot he ever cared about in so much pain. The other is that Galvatron was getting out of hand, that was the other reason.

Galvatron: Was! Not is! *fires cannon at the screen*
Cyclonus: Mighty One, I think it’s a lost cause.

"Cyclonus, we need you back at Charr!"

Cyclonus: When did I leave it?

It was Scourge who transformed landed on his feet walking up stopping three yards away.

Cyclonus: So in other words he’s right in my face.
Scourge: Landing on my feet? As opposed to what, landing on my beard?

"Why? What's the problem?" The second commander asked annoyingly turning part of his body to face his comrade.

Galvatron: So what’s the other part of him doing?
Scourge: Running away.

"It's Galvatron! There's something wrong with him!"
Scourge: *coughcoughcough*
Cyclonus: *thwaps him*

TO BE CONTINUED..
Galvatron: Unfortunately. *blasts the screen and leaves the theater, his lieutenants in tow*