Wow these two days have been Productive
Title: Presence of Justice
Rating R
Summary: "All it takes is a voice...one voice...that turns into a hundred, and then a thousand...unless it is silenced."
Notes: This is a companion piece to Justice Maker. Its not really a sequel.
The world stood still. No one could tear themselves away from a viewer. The very public trial of Starscream has just exploded. Images flashed across the screen as the former Autobot third in command berated the senate. Horror licked at the circuits of the populous. Many refused to believe the images displayed before their optics. The viewer focused back on the Senate chambers as Jazz made his declaration. “Bondmates do not kill each other.” And a deafening explosion ripped across the screen. The screens where black, as a rhythm began to build, a human song pouring from speakers across Cybertron.
It was accompanied by even more images. The members of the senate. Most breaking the very laws they themselves had handed down. As the song drew to a close, an old clip faded in. And those who saw it swore they would never forget the chilling exchange.
“Bow to me Starscream and I will let him live.”
“I will never bow to you Ratbat.”
“Tisk tisk. Are you really going to risk the life of your bondmate so carelessly?”
The seeker hissed.
“Starscream.” The tactician's voice was hard with warning.
He nodded slightly. “Rust in the Pit Ratbat.”
“What a pity. I had hoped that Megatron's demise would make you more amiable to my request.”
“I may have tried to kill that slagger, but I'm not going to obey a jumped up pedelicker of a politician!” The seeker's body was ridged with anger, his gaze locked on Ratbat, but his attention was on the black and white mech on the ground. The senator stood over the downed mech, a rifle pressed to the back of his head. “They'll kill you for this.”
The senator laughed. “No. No. I don't think they will. After all it was null ray damage that disabled him.”
Abject horror flashed over snarling features, as the purple mech calmly pulled the trigger. Pain tore across Starscream's expression as he felt the life leaving the chaise of one of his mates. “Such an unnecessary waste.” The senator's voice was smug. “This could have been avoided if you had just agreed to work for me.” He tossed the gun at the frozen seeker, who caught it on reflex. “Enjoy you're life Starscream. What little of it you have left.” And he was gone. The seeker could only stare brokenly at the corps in front of him, even as the enforcers arrived. The image cut out there, to a single name. Prowl. With the dates of his life, and that faded to two simple lines. “Law and justice are not always the same. When they aren't, destroying the law may be the first step toward changing it.”
And the world rose to its feet.
AN: The quote in the summary is form the movie Newsies, and the other quotes are by Gloria Steinem. It was inspired by You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by Offspring, which is the song I was imagining Jazz's slide show being shown to.
Rating R
Summary: "All it takes is a voice...one voice...that turns into a hundred, and then a thousand...unless it is silenced."
Notes: This is a companion piece to Justice Maker. Its not really a sequel.
The world stood still. No one could tear themselves away from a viewer. The very public trial of Starscream has just exploded. Images flashed across the screen as the former Autobot third in command berated the senate. Horror licked at the circuits of the populous. Many refused to believe the images displayed before their optics. The viewer focused back on the Senate chambers as Jazz made his declaration. “Bondmates do not kill each other.” And a deafening explosion ripped across the screen. The screens where black, as a rhythm began to build, a human song pouring from speakers across Cybertron.
It was accompanied by even more images. The members of the senate. Most breaking the very laws they themselves had handed down. As the song drew to a close, an old clip faded in. And those who saw it swore they would never forget the chilling exchange.
“Bow to me Starscream and I will let him live.”
“I will never bow to you Ratbat.”
“Tisk tisk. Are you really going to risk the life of your bondmate so carelessly?”
The seeker hissed.
“Starscream.” The tactician's voice was hard with warning.
He nodded slightly. “Rust in the Pit Ratbat.”
“What a pity. I had hoped that Megatron's demise would make you more amiable to my request.”
“I may have tried to kill that slagger, but I'm not going to obey a jumped up pedelicker of a politician!” The seeker's body was ridged with anger, his gaze locked on Ratbat, but his attention was on the black and white mech on the ground. The senator stood over the downed mech, a rifle pressed to the back of his head. “They'll kill you for this.”
The senator laughed. “No. No. I don't think they will. After all it was null ray damage that disabled him.”
Abject horror flashed over snarling features, as the purple mech calmly pulled the trigger. Pain tore across Starscream's expression as he felt the life leaving the chaise of one of his mates. “Such an unnecessary waste.” The senator's voice was smug. “This could have been avoided if you had just agreed to work for me.” He tossed the gun at the frozen seeker, who caught it on reflex. “Enjoy you're life Starscream. What little of it you have left.” And he was gone. The seeker could only stare brokenly at the corps in front of him, even as the enforcers arrived. The image cut out there, to a single name. Prowl. With the dates of his life, and that faded to two simple lines. “Law and justice are not always the same. When they aren't, destroying the law may be the first step toward changing it.”
And the world rose to its feet.
AN: The quote in the summary is form the movie Newsies, and the other quotes are by Gloria Steinem. It was inspired by You're Gonna Go Far, Kid by Offspring, which is the song I was imagining Jazz's slide show being shown to.