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seiberwingFirst chapter.
oChapter two
By KellyQ
Damn it! I shouldn't have left him alone! Cyclonus thought as he and Scourge ran down the hallway and into repair bay to see Galvatron lying on the table, meck fluid still on the corners of his mouth and hands; yet he seemed out cold.
Cyclonus: Hands don’t usually have corners.
"We had to put him in repair mode so we can find out what's wrong with him." Soundwave said as the two walked in. "What have you found out?" Cyclonus asked walking to the computer.
Scourge: Walking To the Computer was a new recruit. He turned into a treadmill.
Galvatron: Repair mode? What am I, a maintenance drone?
"He's been anxious, that what made him sick ..."
Galvatron: Because I am routinely made useless by nervousness. Not!
Sick? This is my entire fault ... I'm the reason for his condition right now ...
"The only way for him to get better is if we just lay low until he gets better .."
Cyclonus: Because hiding while my leader is ill is the perfect solution.
Scourge: Solution to a lack of anarchy, that is.
"What? And wait for Galvatron to get better when there's Autobots to crush? Well, you can count me out! I'm outa here!"
Cyclonus: No offense to you, Scourge, but you are nowhere near that brave.
With that Scourge transformed and few off hearing Cyclonus calling a traitor for leaving Galvatron.
Cyclonus: *mimicks talking on a comlink* Hello, traitor? I need you to leave Galvatron. Can you come by on Tuesday?
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Scourge: All these stars are making things almost romantic.
Cyclonus: Keep your hands where I can see them.
Galvatron lay on what felt like cold hard surface feeling something sticky wrap around his wrist; spreading his legs apart.
Scourge: *reads off a datapad* Seiber wants us to put a gynecology joke here.
Galvatron: So it’s around my wrist and this makes my legs spread. That makes no sense.
turned his head when heard what sound like slashing and life size bug, the same bugs that where on Torkulon came out of the shadows.
Cyclonus: As opposed to the dead-sized bugs that are currently on Torkulon.
"No! Leave me alone!! Let me go!! Release me! Free me!"
The bugs came closer and closer. Galvatron's optic sensors widen in fear hoping so much to wake up from the awful nightmare but so fare he was not waking up. He tried to move his arm by yanking it down but that caused his wrist to hurt.
Scourge: Woe is me, my wrist is in pain and thus I am helpless!
Galvatron: *glare*
Scourge: Joking, Mighty One.
"Awww. What's the matter? Poor Galvy can't get free?"
Galvatron froze for one moment realizing who said that. He turned his head and sure enough it was Scourge with an evil grin on his face the rest of his features in the darkness making him very menacing.
Scourge: Yes! I get to be menacing!
"Scourge, you where always a traitor! Once I'm free, you'll regret for betraying me!"
Scourge: ...hey!
Cyclonus: Yes, where always is that traitor? I called him half an hour ago.
"Oh, I don't think so. Once you’re gone, I'll be the Decepticon leader ..."
Scourge: …what? I want to be leader? When did this happen?
"You won’t get away with this! Cyclonus will stop you!"
Scourge: Yes, by ripping my limbs off and feeding me to starving Stunticons.
"You think he will?" Scourge bending down putting his finger under the leaders chin moving his head to the left.
Galvatron: Barring the fact that your whole hand couldn’t move my head if I didn’t want you to.
Scourge: I think you could kill me with your chin, actually.
Cyclonus: Moving right along…
Galvatron's optic's widen as his mouth dropped open; partly in the shadows tied up with the same stuff was Cyclonus ...
Cyclonus: This had better not turn into noncon bondage smut.
Scourge: Cyclonus! Where did you learn such language?
Cyclonus: You.
Cyclonus watched as the leader tensed up shaking a little; the second in commander just watched with great pain in his optics. He finally couldn't take it anymore, he reached out shaking Galvatron.
Galvatron: And then I rolled over, shot him in the face, and went back to sleep.
"Mighty one, wake up, please!"
Scourge: But I was having that lovely dream about Ultra Magnus and the H-bomb…
Shaking Galvatron a little harder; he sat up screaming merely knocking Cyclonus off the chair. He looked around breathing hard then realized that he was in Cyclonus head-quarters ...
Cyclonus: So I shook Galvatron, and then I sat up screaming and knocked myself off the chair.
Scourge: Focus change. And it’s better than being in your hind-
Galvatron: Make that joke again and I will shoot you.
Galvatron turned his head to see his most loyal bot looking at him with confusion.
Galvatron: The 'bot was wondering why he was loyal to a ‘con.
He looked at Cyclonus from head to foot relived that he had snapped out of his nightmare. The look on Galvatron's face was making the other very nervous ...
Scourge: *coughcough*
Cyclonus: Scourge…
Scourge: It’s too easy!
"Uh ... Might, Galvatron?"
Galvatron: Might what?
"Where's Scourge?"
"Scourge?"
"Yes! Where's that traitor!"
Cyclonus: I’m sorry, we don’t have a Scourge around here. Will this twisted doppelganger do?
"I don't know, mighty Galvatron," Cyclonus said gently pushing the leader down, "but you should rest ... Soundwave said that you’re ill and need rest if you’re ever going to get better .."
Galvatron: Why am I getting pushed around so much in this story? Do I look like Starscream?
"Rest! Rest's are for cowards! Must find Scourge! He betrayed me and he'll regret for slaging you!!"
Scourge: Silly Cyclonus, rests are for canon characters!
"Slaging me? But he never touched me, mighty Galvatron," Cyclonus said trying to hold this leader back from trying to take off flying.
Galvatron: So if I'm this leader, who's that leader?
Scourge: Ratbat?
The leader looked at him comrade to see that he was telling the truth; he then turned his head coughing up meck fluid. Cyclonus just watched with a worried look seeing the fluid running down Galvatron's knuckles and on the floor.
Cyclonus: We’re never going to that oilhouse again.
"Mighty Galvatron, you need to rest or it's going to get worse ..."
Galvatron: This fic? Yes.
"It's all your fault ..." the leader breathed facing Cyclonus, meck fluid still running down the corners of his mouth.
Cyclonus: Huh?
"I know it is," Cyclonus said as he hung his head with shame, "everything's my fault ..."
Scourge: Especially when the cannon is aimed at you.
"That's right ..." Galvatron said pointing his gun but found his whole arm was shaking and he started to feel sick to his stomach and week.
Cyclonus: He’d swallowed a calendar.
That's when it happened; Galvatron dropped to the floor coughing; Cyclonus gasped bent down lifting the leader’s upper body watching Galvatron concentrating on breathing. Cyclonus had to get Soundwave and fast but how? He couldn't just leave Galvatron here .... only way to get there ... carry him.
Galvatron: So enough with the ellipses and just do it already!
Cyclonus slipped his arm underneath Galvatron's knees rose to his feet; the leader looked up at the second commander to see nothing but fear and concern in his optics.
Cyclonus: Second IN command, not second commander.
"Cy --- Cyclonus ..."
Scourge: I always…wanted you to know…that I hated your cooking.
"I know you still don't trust me ... but the last thing I want is to lose you ... that's what I've been trying to tell you ..."
Galvatron: What’s that phrase the humans use? Oh, I remember. “Duh.”
"Cy --- Cyclonus ..." Galvatron breathed, "shut up and take me
Scourge: I think this story is about to get interesting...
to repair bay ..."
Scourge: Damn. *disappointed*
"Sure, mighty Galvatron ..." the second commander smiled.
Scourge: ‘Repair bay’. Right.
Galvatron: You have a filthy mind, Scourge. *blasts the screen, leaving a large heart-shaped hole. He blasts it again and they leave the theater*
oChapter two
By KellyQ
Damn it! I shouldn't have left him alone! Cyclonus thought as he and Scourge ran down the hallway and into repair bay to see Galvatron lying on the table, meck fluid still on the corners of his mouth and hands; yet he seemed out cold.
Cyclonus: Hands don’t usually have corners.
"We had to put him in repair mode so we can find out what's wrong with him." Soundwave said as the two walked in. "What have you found out?" Cyclonus asked walking to the computer.
Scourge: Walking To the Computer was a new recruit. He turned into a treadmill.
Galvatron: Repair mode? What am I, a maintenance drone?
"He's been anxious, that what made him sick ..."
Galvatron: Because I am routinely made useless by nervousness. Not!
Sick? This is my entire fault ... I'm the reason for his condition right now ...
"The only way for him to get better is if we just lay low until he gets better .."
Cyclonus: Because hiding while my leader is ill is the perfect solution.
Scourge: Solution to a lack of anarchy, that is.
"What? And wait for Galvatron to get better when there's Autobots to crush? Well, you can count me out! I'm outa here!"
Cyclonus: No offense to you, Scourge, but you are nowhere near that brave.
With that Scourge transformed and few off hearing Cyclonus calling a traitor for leaving Galvatron.
Cyclonus: *mimicks talking on a comlink* Hello, traitor? I need you to leave Galvatron. Can you come by on Tuesday?
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Scourge: All these stars are making things almost romantic.
Cyclonus: Keep your hands where I can see them.
Galvatron lay on what felt like cold hard surface feeling something sticky wrap around his wrist; spreading his legs apart.
Scourge: *reads off a datapad* Seiber wants us to put a gynecology joke here.
Galvatron: So it’s around my wrist and this makes my legs spread. That makes no sense.
turned his head when heard what sound like slashing and life size bug, the same bugs that where on Torkulon came out of the shadows.
Cyclonus: As opposed to the dead-sized bugs that are currently on Torkulon.
"No! Leave me alone!! Let me go!! Release me! Free me!"
The bugs came closer and closer. Galvatron's optic sensors widen in fear hoping so much to wake up from the awful nightmare but so fare he was not waking up. He tried to move his arm by yanking it down but that caused his wrist to hurt.
Scourge: Woe is me, my wrist is in pain and thus I am helpless!
Galvatron: *glare*
Scourge: Joking, Mighty One.
"Awww. What's the matter? Poor Galvy can't get free?"
Galvatron froze for one moment realizing who said that. He turned his head and sure enough it was Scourge with an evil grin on his face the rest of his features in the darkness making him very menacing.
Scourge: Yes! I get to be menacing!
"Scourge, you where always a traitor! Once I'm free, you'll regret for betraying me!"
Scourge: ...hey!
Cyclonus: Yes, where always is that traitor? I called him half an hour ago.
"Oh, I don't think so. Once you’re gone, I'll be the Decepticon leader ..."
Scourge: …what? I want to be leader? When did this happen?
"You won’t get away with this! Cyclonus will stop you!"
Scourge: Yes, by ripping my limbs off and feeding me to starving Stunticons.
"You think he will?" Scourge bending down putting his finger under the leaders chin moving his head to the left.
Galvatron: Barring the fact that your whole hand couldn’t move my head if I didn’t want you to.
Scourge: I think you could kill me with your chin, actually.
Cyclonus: Moving right along…
Galvatron's optic's widen as his mouth dropped open; partly in the shadows tied up with the same stuff was Cyclonus ...
Cyclonus: This had better not turn into noncon bondage smut.
Scourge: Cyclonus! Where did you learn such language?
Cyclonus: You.
Cyclonus watched as the leader tensed up shaking a little; the second in commander just watched with great pain in his optics. He finally couldn't take it anymore, he reached out shaking Galvatron.
Galvatron: And then I rolled over, shot him in the face, and went back to sleep.
"Mighty one, wake up, please!"
Scourge: But I was having that lovely dream about Ultra Magnus and the H-bomb…
Shaking Galvatron a little harder; he sat up screaming merely knocking Cyclonus off the chair. He looked around breathing hard then realized that he was in Cyclonus head-quarters ...
Cyclonus: So I shook Galvatron, and then I sat up screaming and knocked myself off the chair.
Scourge: Focus change. And it’s better than being in your hind-
Galvatron: Make that joke again and I will shoot you.
Galvatron turned his head to see his most loyal bot looking at him with confusion.
Galvatron: The 'bot was wondering why he was loyal to a ‘con.
He looked at Cyclonus from head to foot relived that he had snapped out of his nightmare. The look on Galvatron's face was making the other very nervous ...
Scourge: *coughcough*
Cyclonus: Scourge…
Scourge: It’s too easy!
"Uh ... Might, Galvatron?"
Galvatron: Might what?
"Where's Scourge?"
"Scourge?"
"Yes! Where's that traitor!"
Cyclonus: I’m sorry, we don’t have a Scourge around here. Will this twisted doppelganger do?
"I don't know, mighty Galvatron," Cyclonus said gently pushing the leader down, "but you should rest ... Soundwave said that you’re ill and need rest if you’re ever going to get better .."
Galvatron: Why am I getting pushed around so much in this story? Do I look like Starscream?
"Rest! Rest's are for cowards! Must find Scourge! He betrayed me and he'll regret for slaging you!!"
Scourge: Silly Cyclonus, rests are for canon characters!
"Slaging me? But he never touched me, mighty Galvatron," Cyclonus said trying to hold this leader back from trying to take off flying.
Galvatron: So if I'm this leader, who's that leader?
Scourge: Ratbat?
The leader looked at him comrade to see that he was telling the truth; he then turned his head coughing up meck fluid. Cyclonus just watched with a worried look seeing the fluid running down Galvatron's knuckles and on the floor.
Cyclonus: We’re never going to that oilhouse again.
"Mighty Galvatron, you need to rest or it's going to get worse ..."
Galvatron: This fic? Yes.
"It's all your fault ..." the leader breathed facing Cyclonus, meck fluid still running down the corners of his mouth.
Cyclonus: Huh?
"I know it is," Cyclonus said as he hung his head with shame, "everything's my fault ..."
Scourge: Especially when the cannon is aimed at you.
"That's right ..." Galvatron said pointing his gun but found his whole arm was shaking and he started to feel sick to his stomach and week.
Cyclonus: He’d swallowed a calendar.
That's when it happened; Galvatron dropped to the floor coughing; Cyclonus gasped bent down lifting the leader’s upper body watching Galvatron concentrating on breathing. Cyclonus had to get Soundwave and fast but how? He couldn't just leave Galvatron here .... only way to get there ... carry him.
Galvatron: So enough with the ellipses and just do it already!
Cyclonus slipped his arm underneath Galvatron's knees rose to his feet; the leader looked up at the second commander to see nothing but fear and concern in his optics.
Cyclonus: Second IN command, not second commander.
"Cy --- Cyclonus ..."
Scourge: I always…wanted you to know…that I hated your cooking.
"I know you still don't trust me ... but the last thing I want is to lose you ... that's what I've been trying to tell you ..."
Galvatron: What’s that phrase the humans use? Oh, I remember. “Duh.”
"Cy --- Cyclonus ..." Galvatron breathed, "shut up and take me
Scourge: I think this story is about to get interesting...
to repair bay ..."
Scourge: Damn. *disappointed*
"Sure, mighty Galvatron ..." the second commander smiled.
Scourge: ‘Repair bay’. Right.
Galvatron: You have a filthy mind, Scourge. *blasts the screen, leaving a large heart-shaped hole. He blasts it again and they leave the theater*
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Date: 2006-07-17 03:03 am (UTC)For the win, Cyc. For the win. XD
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Date: 2006-07-17 03:04 am (UTC)Okay, where's the next part? Does it get kinky?
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Date: 2006-07-17 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-17 03:39 am (UTC)Otherwise, my brain would implode from the GAWD AWFULNESS!
I love Scourge.
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Date: 2006-07-17 03:51 am (UTC)LOL, good MST!
Date: 2006-07-17 08:39 am (UTC)Galvatron: Repair mode? What am I, a maintenance drone?
They've discovered the secret fourth mode of Galvatron! :O (third being the pistol mode the toy has)
Cyclonus gasped bent down lifting the leader’s upper body watching Galvatron concentrating on breathing.
Is is just me, or does that sound dirty?
Re: LOL, good MST!
Date: 2006-07-17 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-24 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-24 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-27 10:52 pm (UTC)I knew there was something fishy about my treadmill...
*giggle*
I bet I know where Scourge would like to put his hands...
No matter how many times I read this line it makes me giggle. ;)
If only. :P
Why am I not surprised?
There are mornings I'd like to do this to people!
Hmm, let me think about that for a moment... maybe if a tilt my head and squint...
*sigh* Oh Scourge, you crazy guy!
I don't even think REST can save this fic...
Me too. :(
Loving it!! :D
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Date: 2007-10-27 10:55 pm (UTC)*sigh* Oh Scourge, you crazy guy!
Actually, Ratbat did lead for a bit. Some issue or other of the Marvel comics, I think.
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Date: 2007-10-28 03:28 am (UTC)I am... bothered by this...
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Date: 2007-10-28 05:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-28 01:45 pm (UTC)That is truly frightening...