Lazy Seiber is lazy.
Speaking of MSTs, I found the fourth chapter of Primus' Gift lurking half-mocked in my hard drive yesterday, so here it is proper. This is actually 4a, there's a 4b later because...I guess because the fic still wasn't confusing enough.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
*and back to the original assortment of snarkers, with Galvatron much relaxed by his previous adventures in harassing Autobots and blowing up important facilities. Cyclonus and Scourge are very happy about this*
Primus� Gift
Part 4
A little note!!!! The story�s going to get faster paced for a bit. I have
big plans for the babies, but they need to grow up a bit. Hehe
Scourge: Does she honestly not understand how creepy that is?
Cyclonus: Given that she’s taken to calling all the ukes ‘boys’, I don’t think so.
�WAAH!�
Optimus moaned as he staggered into the babies� room. For the past few days
all he seemed to do was check on them.
Galvatron: An entire army and they can’t find someone to sub for him? He’s the Prime, he has better things to do!
He didn�t mind though. He loved Rei and Fire Soul deeply. But he longed to just sleep through the night. He looked over at his mate; Tracks was fast asleep on the bed they shared and didn�t even stir.
Cyclonus: Fire Soul and Rei Hino had killed him in his sleep mere hours earlier. Prime would be next.
He sometimes felt as if it had been years since he was able to rest. But at least he was consoled by the knowledge that his second in command would be in his shoes soon.
Galvatron: Distracting the majority of the high command with parasite caretaking. An intriguing plan.
Scourge: I wish. I really, really wish.
---
Hot Rod moaned softly. He was a bit early, but First Aid had warned him of
the possibility.
Scourge: Premature overload happens to everyone, Roddy, I wouldn’t worry about it.
Galvatron: No, it’s just you.
He gazed up at Ultra Magnus as they waited for the moment
when they could begin. �Are you okay?� he asked in concern.
Chuckling, Magnus looked down. �You�re the one in labor and you�re asking
me if I�m okay?� He sat down and sighed deeply. �I�m scared Hot Rod.
You�re smaller than Tracks and you�re a bit early. I guess I just can�t
help it��
Scourge: So I ordered these pills off the internet that are supposed to help with that…
�Magnus��
�Yes?�
�Get First Aid��
Four hours later, little silver and black Rodimon was born.
Cyclonus: That makes it sound like some sort of monster from a child’s anime.
Scourge: Black and silver, hm? Sounds like someone’s been seeing his evil twin on the side.
He was as tinyas the other two had been not so long ago. He lay cuddled against his daddyas a beaming Ultra Magnus touched his tiny head.
Galvatron: And then crushed it between his fingers.
None of them noticed the woman as she watched them quietly.
�It has begun��
Scourge: Ceiling woman is watching you gestate.
Galvatron: Why is there a random human in the base?
Cyclonus: *ahem* That’s actually Primus, m’lord. In this fic he is represented as a giant, nude, silver-haired human female. You missed it while you were out on Decepticon business.
Galvatron: And yet, somehow I don’t regret it. *but he seems amused, if a mite disturbed by wondering what Unicron would appear as*
---
Before they knew it, they had a handful of little ones to care for. Air
Raid gave birth to little Star Gazer and now his brothers grudgingly
accepted him back.
Cyclonus: What is it with the prefix ‘Star’ in this story? I suspect a Starscream fangirl.
Galvatron: It’s post-movie, ideally she’s got him dead and buried. Very deep.
Scourge: *coughcoughsnrk* Ideally, indeed. *has been reading ahead*
Of course, Air Raid suspected it had something to do with the soft amber eyes that had looked up at them so adoringly.
Scourge: You cannot resist the baby mind control. All will fall to baby.
He didn�t hold any resentment towards them, but he also wouldn�t allow them to be hard on Skywarp.
Scourge: Being “hard on Skywarp” was his job, after all.
Optimus looked up as Magnus sat down across from him. �You look tired.�
�To say the least. Rodimon can�t seem to sleep through the night and Hot
Rod is still worn out. So I�ve gotten about an hours� sleep all week.�
�I feel your pain��
Cyclonus: Deliberate, consistent psychological weakening of the high command through sleep deprivation. I feel as if I should be taking notes.
---
Four years passed by quickly. The kids were all good friends and playmates.
And it was now common knowledge that First Aid and Thundercracker were
lovers.
Cyclonus: Probably because of the hit Vector Prime put on them for disrupting the time stream.
Scourge: *overly enthusiastically* Look, Mighty Galvatron! A Mary Sue, right behind you!
Galvatron: *turns away from the screen to look, a suspicious expression on his face and his cannon raised*
And they had learned that Galvatron had taken a lover.
Cyclonus: *tenses up again*
Galvatron: *still turned around* I don’t see anything. Are you malfunctioning again?
Scourge: Really? I could have sworn I saw something horrific and unnatural in the corner. Maybe you should look harder.
�Papa! Papa!� Rodimon ran as fast as his small legs would carry him. He
leapt into Ultra Magnus� arms and hugged him. �Papa! I�m gonna have a
brother! I�m gonna have a baby brother!�
Cyclonus: Four years and they still haven’t figured out contraceptives?
Scourge: Or alternative positions. The Autobots are vanilla, but they’re not completely uncreative.
Galvatron: Bah! *turns back around, looking disgusted* It was probably just this fic.
Scourge: Of course, m’lord, it must have confused my Disturbing Material sensors.
Cyclonus: *relaxes again, shooting a grateful look to Scourge*
He was so excited to be able to tell Papa the news he didn�t see the look of shock.
Scourge: But, but he said he was on the pill!
The City Commander had been on Earth for nearly two months with only a short
break. Apparently that little two-day trip back to Cybertron had paid off.
Galvatron: Certainly, Magnus, keep telling yourself that. Better to stall until the baby comes out with rotors and you can no longer resist those nagging feelings of betrayal and murderous intent. They have belittled your honor, destroy them all before the truth comes out!
He looked up as Hot Rod, with a nervous expression on his face, joined them.
�I guess he told you the news��
�You�re pregnant� Again?�
Scourge: That’s it, we’re going to the Planned Parasitehood in Kaon to get you sterilized. The medics here are obviously incompetent.
Hot Rod�s face fell and he backed up. They had never talked of having more
children. They all figured it was a one-time thing.
Cyclonus: So they just forgot all about it and didn’t bother trying to figure out how it worked or how to stop it. The Autobots are impressively stupid.
Galvatron: We knew that already, this just shows they’re masochistic.
But after he�d learnedof the conception, he had felt the same way he had when he learned he was pregnant with Rodimon.
Cyclonus: I still think it’s some sort of horrific mind control device implanted by silvery naked allies of the Quintessons.
Scourge: It does make this make a tiny bit more sense. Just a tiny bit, though.
�How far along are you?� Magnus hadn�t even noticed the distress on his
lover�s face.
Scourge: Because the emotions of the fully adult and sentient parasite-bearer are of no matter compared to the precious little bundle of joy which probably doesn’t even have a proper CPU yet.
Cyclonus: I take it the writer is pro-life.
Galvatron: As opposed to the Decepticons, who are pro-death.
Without waiting for an answer he continued, �It�s a bit
small, but I can move my office into one of the spare rooms and we can move
Rodimon�s old crib in there.
Cyclonus: See, they even reorganize their base structure to accommodate the little bits of scrap. Mind control.
It�ll suffice until we�re able to- oomph!� He
staggered as Hot Rod suddenly threw himself against him. �Hot Rod?�
�I�m just happy��
Scourge: And stinking drunk. Alcohol abuse is supposed to cause miscarriages, right?
---
Hot Rod, at four months had gained very little weight. In fact, if you
didn�t know he was pregnant you wouldn�t be able to tell from looking at
him. And that worried him.
Cyclonus: Funny, most humans would be grateful for something like that.
Scourge: Nah, he’s just worried that it’s gone and hidden itself somewhere more awkward.
Every day he went to see First Aid and every day was told the same thing.
Galvatron: “Get out of my medbay, you hypochondriac idiot!”
�The baby�s fine. He�s just taking a bit longer. Don�t worry yourself.�
Scourge: (as Hot Rod) Sounds like Ultra Magnus’ kid, all right.
But it didn�t help. Something was different about this baby.
Scourge: It looked suspiciously like Arcee, for one thing. Hot Rod was not successful in convincing Magnus that it was a very light shade of orange rather than pink.
�Ultra Magnus?�
�Hm�� The City Commander had just come out of their son�s room. Rodimon had
had (again) a lot of questions about the baby.
Cyclonus: Under the guise of childish curiosity he was secretly assessing its power level to decide if it would be a threat to his future conquest of the Autobot forces. If so, it would be wise to destroy the new arrival as soon as possible.
�Can you feel the strange- presence?�
�What are you talking about?�
Cyclonus: Oh, that’s just Blurr. He likes to watch.
�Ever since I found out I was pregnant again, I started feeling as if things
were going to get bad. I know it�s weird, but I can�t help but think that
the baby has something to do with it.�
Scourge: Either the baby’s going to be named Damientron or it’s given Hot Rod precognitive powers.
Galvatron: Best to smelt them both anyway, just to be sure.
�Hot Rod,� smiling gently, Ultra Magnus sat down next to him. �You�re just
worried, that�s all. What kind of harm could a little baby cause?�
Cyclonus: Were they not reading the first part of the chapter?
---
�No way! You�re pregnant!?� Hot Spot gaped at his smaller brother. �I
thought you were careful��
Scourge: Apparently the rhythm method works about as well on Autobots as it does on humans.
First Aid sighed as he sat down. �So did we. But we still don�t have
enough information to be able to prevent conception.
Scourge: Being Autobots we have no concept of anything but the missionary position, so oral was right out.
I�ve already told Thundercracker and Optimus knows. Until I�m too far along to function well, I�ll still serve as CMO. But I�ll need all of your guys� help.�
�Sure� You can count on us.�
Scourge: Oh, I do hope this ends in self-performed cesarean section.
Cyclonus: A what? *confused*
Scourge: Using the closest sharp object to carve open one’s own abdomen without painkillers to remove the parasite and save either your life or the parasite’s when it can’t come out the normal way…whatever the normal way might be here.
Galvatron: *wider grin* Now that does sound interesting to watch.
---
�Unca Silber!� The little black and white Seeker raised his amber eyes to
his uncle and held up his arms.
Cyclonus: Aagh, babytalk. I thought we had the Dinobots for that.
Galvatron: It’s collecting body parts, it seems to be holding strong to its Decepticon heritage.
It was playtime (Actually, it was naptime, but Silverbolt had a hard time resisting those eyes), and he wanted to get started.
Galvatron: Eyes he could handle, but he needed a bit of help getting the limbs off without breaking anything.
�Okay okay!� Silverbolt laughed as he lifted his nephew up. �What do you
want to play?�
Cyclonus: Let’s play hide and seek in the munitions storage room. You hide and I’ll throw in a grenade and lock the door.
But before the little tike could answer, the alarms went off.
Scourge: Warning. Warning. Baby has been activated.
�Great�.� The Arielbot Commander muttered as he moved towards the door. He nearly ran into Wheelie as he raced down the hall.
Galvatron: …is there any reason for Wheelie to be here? This sentence has no relevance to anything at all.
Once he got to the Command Tower, he handed Star Gazer to a femme who then put him with the other children in a heavily guarded �safe room�.
Cyclonus: That is, so everyone else would be safe from them.
Scourge: And spontaneously appearing female Autobots again, because obviously someone with male pronouns can’t possibly engage in surrogate child care.
�What�s up?� he asked as he joined the others. Air Raid looked at him
anxiously, but then smiled as he gestured towards the safe room.
Scourge: It’s all right, we can talk freely here. Our overlords are distracted by Dora the Explorer.
�Don�t know�� Air Raid sighed. �But Ultra Magnus seems upset about
something�.�
Cyclonus: He’s an Autobot City Commander, he’s always going to be upset about something. It comes with the job.
Ultra Magnus looked up as Kup joined him. All that anyone could hear was
the word �Midnight�.
Scourge: Midnight, the time when Kup would meet him for a secret tryst in the medbay. Since both were far too old to be called ‘boy’, they felt reasonably safe from impregnation.
And each time it was spoken the City Commander looked
as if he would tear the place apart if given the chance.
Galvatron: Quite a familiar feeling, yes...
Scourge: If you really can't wait until midnight go find a closet and jerk off. Don't inflict your frustration on the rest of us.
�All right, listen up!� Optimus� voice rang out across the room. �The
children are safe, but I�m afraid that someone has come for them.�
�Who?� Silverbolt asked.
Scourge: Their true masters. What fools we have been, not to notice the threat within our very midst that has doomed us all to slavery and pain! *overdramatic flailing*
With darkened eyes, Ultra Magnus stepped up.
�Midnight.�
Galvatron: We heard you the first time.
Cyclonus: Let me guess, it’s some idiotic purposeless OC introduced for the enforcement of drama with a tragic but illogical backstory involving Ultra Magnus.
Scourge: Given such a generically dark name, it’s probably about a hundred people’s OCs.
To be cont�
Galvatron: Ideally with a bit of action this time instead of mindless babytalk. *gets up and stomps away, albeit a bit less violently than usual. Cyclonus and Scourge stand next to each other in the dark, trading uncomfortable looks*
Cyclonus: He’ll figure it out eventually, we can’t just send him away for another chapter, he’ll get suspicious.
Scourge: Distracting’s worked so far, I don’t see any reason to tell him as long as we can keep him looking the other direction. There’s only two more chapters and then he never has to know.
Cyclonus: *as they walk out the door* Always the coward’s way out, Scourge?
Scourge: You know what they say. If it’s not broken stop poking it before it tries to gnaw your face off.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
*and back to the original assortment of snarkers, with Galvatron much relaxed by his previous adventures in harassing Autobots and blowing up important facilities. Cyclonus and Scourge are very happy about this*
Primus� Gift
Part 4
A little note!!!! The story�s going to get faster paced for a bit. I have
big plans for the babies, but they need to grow up a bit. Hehe
Scourge: Does she honestly not understand how creepy that is?
Cyclonus: Given that she’s taken to calling all the ukes ‘boys’, I don’t think so.
�WAAH!�
Optimus moaned as he staggered into the babies� room. For the past few days
all he seemed to do was check on them.
Galvatron: An entire army and they can’t find someone to sub for him? He’s the Prime, he has better things to do!
He didn�t mind though. He loved Rei and Fire Soul deeply. But he longed to just sleep through the night. He looked over at his mate; Tracks was fast asleep on the bed they shared and didn�t even stir.
Cyclonus: Fire Soul and Rei Hino had killed him in his sleep mere hours earlier. Prime would be next.
He sometimes felt as if it had been years since he was able to rest. But at least he was consoled by the knowledge that his second in command would be in his shoes soon.
Galvatron: Distracting the majority of the high command with parasite caretaking. An intriguing plan.
Scourge: I wish. I really, really wish.
---
Hot Rod moaned softly. He was a bit early, but First Aid had warned him of
the possibility.
Scourge: Premature overload happens to everyone, Roddy, I wouldn’t worry about it.
Galvatron: No, it’s just you.
He gazed up at Ultra Magnus as they waited for the moment
when they could begin. �Are you okay?� he asked in concern.
Chuckling, Magnus looked down. �You�re the one in labor and you�re asking
me if I�m okay?� He sat down and sighed deeply. �I�m scared Hot Rod.
You�re smaller than Tracks and you�re a bit early. I guess I just can�t
help it��
Scourge: So I ordered these pills off the internet that are supposed to help with that…
�Magnus��
�Yes?�
�Get First Aid��
Four hours later, little silver and black Rodimon was born.
Cyclonus: That makes it sound like some sort of monster from a child’s anime.
Scourge: Black and silver, hm? Sounds like someone’s been seeing his evil twin on the side.
He was as tinyas the other two had been not so long ago. He lay cuddled against his daddyas a beaming Ultra Magnus touched his tiny head.
Galvatron: And then crushed it between his fingers.
None of them noticed the woman as she watched them quietly.
�It has begun��
Scourge: Ceiling woman is watching you gestate.
Galvatron: Why is there a random human in the base?
Cyclonus: *ahem* That’s actually Primus, m’lord. In this fic he is represented as a giant, nude, silver-haired human female. You missed it while you were out on Decepticon business.
Galvatron: And yet, somehow I don’t regret it. *but he seems amused, if a mite disturbed by wondering what Unicron would appear as*
---
Before they knew it, they had a handful of little ones to care for. Air
Raid gave birth to little Star Gazer and now his brothers grudgingly
accepted him back.
Cyclonus: What is it with the prefix ‘Star’ in this story? I suspect a Starscream fangirl.
Galvatron: It’s post-movie, ideally she’s got him dead and buried. Very deep.
Scourge: *coughcoughsnrk* Ideally, indeed. *has been reading ahead*
Of course, Air Raid suspected it had something to do with the soft amber eyes that had looked up at them so adoringly.
Scourge: You cannot resist the baby mind control. All will fall to baby.
He didn�t hold any resentment towards them, but he also wouldn�t allow them to be hard on Skywarp.
Scourge: Being “hard on Skywarp” was his job, after all.
Optimus looked up as Magnus sat down across from him. �You look tired.�
�To say the least. Rodimon can�t seem to sleep through the night and Hot
Rod is still worn out. So I�ve gotten about an hours� sleep all week.�
�I feel your pain��
Cyclonus: Deliberate, consistent psychological weakening of the high command through sleep deprivation. I feel as if I should be taking notes.
---
Four years passed by quickly. The kids were all good friends and playmates.
And it was now common knowledge that First Aid and Thundercracker were
lovers.
Cyclonus: Probably because of the hit Vector Prime put on them for disrupting the time stream.
Scourge: *overly enthusiastically* Look, Mighty Galvatron! A Mary Sue, right behind you!
Galvatron: *turns away from the screen to look, a suspicious expression on his face and his cannon raised*
And they had learned that Galvatron had taken a lover.
Cyclonus: *tenses up again*
Galvatron: *still turned around* I don’t see anything. Are you malfunctioning again?
Scourge: Really? I could have sworn I saw something horrific and unnatural in the corner. Maybe you should look harder.
�Papa! Papa!� Rodimon ran as fast as his small legs would carry him. He
leapt into Ultra Magnus� arms and hugged him. �Papa! I�m gonna have a
brother! I�m gonna have a baby brother!�
Cyclonus: Four years and they still haven’t figured out contraceptives?
Scourge: Or alternative positions. The Autobots are vanilla, but they’re not completely uncreative.
Galvatron: Bah! *turns back around, looking disgusted* It was probably just this fic.
Scourge: Of course, m’lord, it must have confused my Disturbing Material sensors.
Cyclonus: *relaxes again, shooting a grateful look to Scourge*
He was so excited to be able to tell Papa the news he didn�t see the look of shock.
Scourge: But, but he said he was on the pill!
The City Commander had been on Earth for nearly two months with only a short
break. Apparently that little two-day trip back to Cybertron had paid off.
Galvatron: Certainly, Magnus, keep telling yourself that. Better to stall until the baby comes out with rotors and you can no longer resist those nagging feelings of betrayal and murderous intent. They have belittled your honor, destroy them all before the truth comes out!
He looked up as Hot Rod, with a nervous expression on his face, joined them.
�I guess he told you the news��
�You�re pregnant� Again?�
Scourge: That’s it, we’re going to the Planned Parasitehood in Kaon to get you sterilized. The medics here are obviously incompetent.
Hot Rod�s face fell and he backed up. They had never talked of having more
children. They all figured it was a one-time thing.
Cyclonus: So they just forgot all about it and didn’t bother trying to figure out how it worked or how to stop it. The Autobots are impressively stupid.
Galvatron: We knew that already, this just shows they’re masochistic.
But after he�d learnedof the conception, he had felt the same way he had when he learned he was pregnant with Rodimon.
Cyclonus: I still think it’s some sort of horrific mind control device implanted by silvery naked allies of the Quintessons.
Scourge: It does make this make a tiny bit more sense. Just a tiny bit, though.
�How far along are you?� Magnus hadn�t even noticed the distress on his
lover�s face.
Scourge: Because the emotions of the fully adult and sentient parasite-bearer are of no matter compared to the precious little bundle of joy which probably doesn’t even have a proper CPU yet.
Cyclonus: I take it the writer is pro-life.
Galvatron: As opposed to the Decepticons, who are pro-death.
Without waiting for an answer he continued, �It�s a bit
small, but I can move my office into one of the spare rooms and we can move
Rodimon�s old crib in there.
Cyclonus: See, they even reorganize their base structure to accommodate the little bits of scrap. Mind control.
It�ll suffice until we�re able to- oomph!� He
staggered as Hot Rod suddenly threw himself against him. �Hot Rod?�
�I�m just happy��
Scourge: And stinking drunk. Alcohol abuse is supposed to cause miscarriages, right?
---
Hot Rod, at four months had gained very little weight. In fact, if you
didn�t know he was pregnant you wouldn�t be able to tell from looking at
him. And that worried him.
Cyclonus: Funny, most humans would be grateful for something like that.
Scourge: Nah, he’s just worried that it’s gone and hidden itself somewhere more awkward.
Every day he went to see First Aid and every day was told the same thing.
Galvatron: “Get out of my medbay, you hypochondriac idiot!”
�The baby�s fine. He�s just taking a bit longer. Don�t worry yourself.�
Scourge: (as Hot Rod) Sounds like Ultra Magnus’ kid, all right.
But it didn�t help. Something was different about this baby.
Scourge: It looked suspiciously like Arcee, for one thing. Hot Rod was not successful in convincing Magnus that it was a very light shade of orange rather than pink.
�Ultra Magnus?�
�Hm�� The City Commander had just come out of their son�s room. Rodimon had
had (again) a lot of questions about the baby.
Cyclonus: Under the guise of childish curiosity he was secretly assessing its power level to decide if it would be a threat to his future conquest of the Autobot forces. If so, it would be wise to destroy the new arrival as soon as possible.
�Can you feel the strange- presence?�
�What are you talking about?�
Cyclonus: Oh, that’s just Blurr. He likes to watch.
�Ever since I found out I was pregnant again, I started feeling as if things
were going to get bad. I know it�s weird, but I can�t help but think that
the baby has something to do with it.�
Scourge: Either the baby’s going to be named Damientron or it’s given Hot Rod precognitive powers.
Galvatron: Best to smelt them both anyway, just to be sure.
�Hot Rod,� smiling gently, Ultra Magnus sat down next to him. �You�re just
worried, that�s all. What kind of harm could a little baby cause?�
Cyclonus: Were they not reading the first part of the chapter?
---
�No way! You�re pregnant!?� Hot Spot gaped at his smaller brother. �I
thought you were careful��
Scourge: Apparently the rhythm method works about as well on Autobots as it does on humans.
First Aid sighed as he sat down. �So did we. But we still don�t have
enough information to be able to prevent conception.
Scourge: Being Autobots we have no concept of anything but the missionary position, so oral was right out.
I�ve already told Thundercracker and Optimus knows. Until I�m too far along to function well, I�ll still serve as CMO. But I�ll need all of your guys� help.�
�Sure� You can count on us.�
Scourge: Oh, I do hope this ends in self-performed cesarean section.
Cyclonus: A what? *confused*
Scourge: Using the closest sharp object to carve open one’s own abdomen without painkillers to remove the parasite and save either your life or the parasite’s when it can’t come out the normal way…whatever the normal way might be here.
Galvatron: *wider grin* Now that does sound interesting to watch.
---
�Unca Silber!� The little black and white Seeker raised his amber eyes to
his uncle and held up his arms.
Cyclonus: Aagh, babytalk. I thought we had the Dinobots for that.
Galvatron: It’s collecting body parts, it seems to be holding strong to its Decepticon heritage.
It was playtime (Actually, it was naptime, but Silverbolt had a hard time resisting those eyes), and he wanted to get started.
Galvatron: Eyes he could handle, but he needed a bit of help getting the limbs off without breaking anything.
�Okay okay!� Silverbolt laughed as he lifted his nephew up. �What do you
want to play?�
Cyclonus: Let’s play hide and seek in the munitions storage room. You hide and I’ll throw in a grenade and lock the door.
But before the little tike could answer, the alarms went off.
Scourge: Warning. Warning. Baby has been activated.
�Great�.� The Arielbot Commander muttered as he moved towards the door. He nearly ran into Wheelie as he raced down the hall.
Galvatron: …is there any reason for Wheelie to be here? This sentence has no relevance to anything at all.
Once he got to the Command Tower, he handed Star Gazer to a femme who then put him with the other children in a heavily guarded �safe room�.
Cyclonus: That is, so everyone else would be safe from them.
Scourge: And spontaneously appearing female Autobots again, because obviously someone with male pronouns can’t possibly engage in surrogate child care.
�What�s up?� he asked as he joined the others. Air Raid looked at him
anxiously, but then smiled as he gestured towards the safe room.
Scourge: It’s all right, we can talk freely here. Our overlords are distracted by Dora the Explorer.
�Don�t know�� Air Raid sighed. �But Ultra Magnus seems upset about
something�.�
Cyclonus: He’s an Autobot City Commander, he’s always going to be upset about something. It comes with the job.
Ultra Magnus looked up as Kup joined him. All that anyone could hear was
the word �Midnight�.
Scourge: Midnight, the time when Kup would meet him for a secret tryst in the medbay. Since both were far too old to be called ‘boy’, they felt reasonably safe from impregnation.
And each time it was spoken the City Commander looked
as if he would tear the place apart if given the chance.
Galvatron: Quite a familiar feeling, yes...
Scourge: If you really can't wait until midnight go find a closet and jerk off. Don't inflict your frustration on the rest of us.
�All right, listen up!� Optimus� voice rang out across the room. �The
children are safe, but I�m afraid that someone has come for them.�
�Who?� Silverbolt asked.
Scourge: Their true masters. What fools we have been, not to notice the threat within our very midst that has doomed us all to slavery and pain! *overdramatic flailing*
With darkened eyes, Ultra Magnus stepped up.
�Midnight.�
Galvatron: We heard you the first time.
Cyclonus: Let me guess, it’s some idiotic purposeless OC introduced for the enforcement of drama with a tragic but illogical backstory involving Ultra Magnus.
Scourge: Given such a generically dark name, it’s probably about a hundred people’s OCs.
To be cont�
Galvatron: Ideally with a bit of action this time instead of mindless babytalk. *gets up and stomps away, albeit a bit less violently than usual. Cyclonus and Scourge stand next to each other in the dark, trading uncomfortable looks*
Cyclonus: He’ll figure it out eventually, we can’t just send him away for another chapter, he’ll get suspicious.
Scourge: Distracting’s worked so far, I don’t see any reason to tell him as long as we can keep him looking the other direction. There’s only two more chapters and then he never has to know.
Cyclonus: *as they walk out the door* Always the coward’s way out, Scourge?
Scourge: You know what they say. If it’s not broken stop poking it before it tries to gnaw your face off.