In The End
Title: In The End
Fandom: Transformers G1, BlackVeilBrides
Author: ledishae
Pairing/Charachters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe,
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Song fic - 'In The End' by Black Veil Brides. Megatron has found a forgotten Cybertronian colony planet, one ruled by whoever survives the gladiatorial competition for the throne. Optimus must keep Megatron from ruling the gladiator planet, and sends his own gladiators into the fray.
Warnings: Descriptions of gore
Word Count: 5,881
Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to their respective owners. All lyrics by Black Veil Brides as performed in their song by the same title.
"Optimus," Prowl walked into the rec room, his dire voice stilling every bot in the room into complete silence, "We have a problem."
Every mech in the rec room met each others optics, their com lines opening to the others on station around the base.
"I'm listening," Optimus rose gravely, meeting Prowl's optics.
"Intel has recovered information from Megatron's forces. They have discovered a Cybertronian colonial planet, Colossitron. Prime, its a war world. The victor wins control of the planet. Megatron has sent several of his reserves from Cybertron there. I do not need to tell you what would happen if he won a planet of gladiators."
Everyone chilled, their sparks freezing at the thought. Megatron had the advantage in number of forces, his troops had better supply chains and more fuel outposts than the Autobots boasted.
Prime Command, stationed on orbit around Cybertron made shock drops onto the planet, running guerrilla attacks on Decepticon strongholds. Ultra Magnus led troops on the planet using traditional warfare to engage Megatron's troops. Together they were creating small sectors of Autobot control, places to evacuate the last of the Neutrals. But, as many battles as they had won, more were lost each vorn.
"We will send troops there as well, in disguise." Optimus spoke instantly. His words were met with a mix of incredulous laughter and horrified silence.
"Prime," Jazz stepped forward, "We have soldiers, not gladiators! None of us would last in hand to hand combat in that arena." Throughout the room and the base every mech shuddered, and agreed with those words. If Jazz said no one would survive, then no one would.
"Yes Jazz, we do." Prime looked over his shoulder to two silent figures sitting at opposite sides of the room and nodded to hidden querying optics. "Sixteen vorns ago, we raided the gladiator rings of Tarn."
"And we killed them all. We had to!" Cliffjumper broke in, "Those monsters were too dangerous to leave alive."
"You're half right." Sideswipe stood with a dark smirk twisting his usually mischievous features.
The Autobots watched as Sideswipe's armor shifted from cherry red to to matte black, pinstriped in crimson making him appear like a dark shadow invading the light. His dark blue optics that usually seemed so friendly, were now dangerous slits of crimson Pit fire.
"You're a-a gladiator?" Bluestreak asked in shock, his innocent optics spiraling wide in fear.
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you." Sunstreaker broke into the silence, his usually snide voice was suddenly dark, cold and dangerous. Slowly, unwillingly, helms turned to look at him, meeting the gaze of a white mech pinstriped in icy blue. He looked like a Cybertronian angel, pale blue-white optics like slivered shards of paradise seemed to stare straight into their sparks.
Everyone from Prowl to Windcharger gulped in unison. Staring at the pair, who had come together from a recruiting effort in Kanon, asking the downtrodden and forgotten to join them in the fight. "But, we picked them up in Kanon!" Jazz protested, visor a brilliant blue of shock.
"Sorry, lads. Only Prahm, Ratch and I knew 'bout them. We figured ya'll were better off not knowin'. Plus, we knew no few o' ya would take offense ta servin' with a gladiator, or two." Ironhide stepped forward, putting himself between the the crew and the newly revealed gladiators. Arms crossed, helm tilted forward he looked imposing enough to keep most of the crew silent. Optimus standing at his side with Jazz and Prowl flanking him silenced the rest.
"Where to?" Sideswipe asked, calmly as if the entire crew was not glaring daggers at him and Sunstreaker as if they were traitors.
"You two, come with me." Ratchet stuck his helm into rec room, one finger beckoning them to follow. The pair left immediately, striding easily in the medic's wake.
"Ratchet is truly fearless." Optimus intoned when the recroom doors closed behind the pair.
"Yup," Jazz nodded, "And he has those two thoroughly cowed."
"Thank Primus he does not run an army, his troops would be unstoppable." Prowl dead panned. All around them, the troops looked at each other nervously as images of a tyrannical Hatchetimus Prime filled their processors.
Part 2
Fandom: Transformers G1, BlackVeilBrides
Author: ledishae
Pairing/Charachters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe,
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Song fic - 'In The End' by Black Veil Brides. Megatron has found a forgotten Cybertronian colony planet, one ruled by whoever survives the gladiatorial competition for the throne. Optimus must keep Megatron from ruling the gladiator planet, and sends his own gladiators into the fray.
Warnings: Descriptions of gore
Word Count: 5,881
Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to their respective owners. All lyrics by Black Veil Brides as performed in their song by the same title.
"Optimus," Prowl walked into the rec room, his dire voice stilling every bot in the room into complete silence, "We have a problem."
Every mech in the rec room met each others optics, their com lines opening to the others on station around the base.
"I'm listening," Optimus rose gravely, meeting Prowl's optics.
"Intel has recovered information from Megatron's forces. They have discovered a Cybertronian colonial planet, Colossitron. Prime, its a war world. The victor wins control of the planet. Megatron has sent several of his reserves from Cybertron there. I do not need to tell you what would happen if he won a planet of gladiators."
Everyone chilled, their sparks freezing at the thought. Megatron had the advantage in number of forces, his troops had better supply chains and more fuel outposts than the Autobots boasted.
Prime Command, stationed on orbit around Cybertron made shock drops onto the planet, running guerrilla attacks on Decepticon strongholds. Ultra Magnus led troops on the planet using traditional warfare to engage Megatron's troops. Together they were creating small sectors of Autobot control, places to evacuate the last of the Neutrals. But, as many battles as they had won, more were lost each vorn.
"We will send troops there as well, in disguise." Optimus spoke instantly. His words were met with a mix of incredulous laughter and horrified silence.
"Prime," Jazz stepped forward, "We have soldiers, not gladiators! None of us would last in hand to hand combat in that arena." Throughout the room and the base every mech shuddered, and agreed with those words. If Jazz said no one would survive, then no one would.
"Yes Jazz, we do." Prime looked over his shoulder to two silent figures sitting at opposite sides of the room and nodded to hidden querying optics. "Sixteen vorns ago, we raided the gladiator rings of Tarn."
"And we killed them all. We had to!" Cliffjumper broke in, "Those monsters were too dangerous to leave alive."
"You're half right." Sideswipe stood with a dark smirk twisting his usually mischievous features.
The Autobots watched as Sideswipe's armor shifted from cherry red to to matte black, pinstriped in crimson making him appear like a dark shadow invading the light. His dark blue optics that usually seemed so friendly, were now dangerous slits of crimson Pit fire.
"You're a-a gladiator?" Bluestreak asked in shock, his innocent optics spiraling wide in fear.
"Don't worry, he won't hurt you." Sunstreaker broke into the silence, his usually snide voice was suddenly dark, cold and dangerous. Slowly, unwillingly, helms turned to look at him, meeting the gaze of a white mech pinstriped in icy blue. He looked like a Cybertronian angel, pale blue-white optics like slivered shards of paradise seemed to stare straight into their sparks.
Everyone from Prowl to Windcharger gulped in unison. Staring at the pair, who had come together from a recruiting effort in Kanon, asking the downtrodden and forgotten to join them in the fight. "But, we picked them up in Kanon!" Jazz protested, visor a brilliant blue of shock.
"Sorry, lads. Only Prahm, Ratch and I knew 'bout them. We figured ya'll were better off not knowin'. Plus, we knew no few o' ya would take offense ta servin' with a gladiator, or two." Ironhide stepped forward, putting himself between the the crew and the newly revealed gladiators. Arms crossed, helm tilted forward he looked imposing enough to keep most of the crew silent. Optimus standing at his side with Jazz and Prowl flanking him silenced the rest.
"Where to?" Sideswipe asked, calmly as if the entire crew was not glaring daggers at him and Sunstreaker as if they were traitors.
"You two, come with me." Ratchet stuck his helm into rec room, one finger beckoning them to follow. The pair left immediately, striding easily in the medic's wake.
"Ratchet is truly fearless." Optimus intoned when the recroom doors closed behind the pair.
"Yup," Jazz nodded, "And he has those two thoroughly cowed."
"Thank Primus he does not run an army, his troops would be unstoppable." Prowl dead panned. All around them, the troops looked at each other nervously as images of a tyrannical Hatchetimus Prime filled their processors.
Part 2