Blast Off & Onslaught - Denied. One Shot.
Title: Denied
Series: None. One Shot.
Rating: NC-17 and higher to be on the safe side.
WARNINGS: Suggested non-con, adult situations, language.
Verse: G1, and G1 for time keeping.
Summary: An expected revenge take an unexpected turn.
Pairings: None really, maybe (maybe) Blast Off/Onslaught.
Notes:
Written for the weekly request:
G1 Blast Off/Onslaught: "denied"
WARNING - Unbetaed.
Yes, yet another unbetaed nightmare, because this just sprang to mind approx. forty minutes ago while I was working on something else.
Why, Primus!?
(Offers Jazz and Prowl with pretty bows on their helms)
Please be appeased my most awesome Beta. Mea culpa! Damn my unsteady processors!
As expected, this tale is filled with horrible mistakes and inconsistencies.
Oh well.
I have been in a dreadful writing drought so its a relief to be writing once more.
This ficlet takes place during the G1 episode: Revenge of Bruticus, after Starscream and Shockwave were captured and before Megatron arrived with Prime in tow.
Have never written for either Combaticon and I hope they're at least a little in character.
Comments always welcome, because that is the only way I'll learn!
Astrosecond - from G1, .498 seconds
Denied
'There!' Blast Off exulted. 'I won again as I knew I would!'
'Damn lucky!' Onslaught grumbled, staring after the holodice. 'Too lucky if ya ask me!'
'Are you insinuating I somehow cheated?' Blast Off asked. 'Why... I am shocked to my inner core! Never have I-'
'Yap yap yap!' Onslaught grumbled. 'Don't give me no more chatter! You won, didn't ya?! Fine then! Take him!'
'Which one?' Blast Off asked. 'Our bet didn't specify which.'
'Either one.' Onslaught shrugged. 'Don't really care as long as there's one for me to play with.'
'Yes,' Blast Off offered with distaste. 'I seem to recall your type of... Games. They did earn you a considerable sentence.'
'Heh!' Onslaught looked to him. 'Never was one to play nice, not with so many fraggin’ weaklings.' He snorted and his engines grumbled. ‘Had me some fun before slaggin’ Shockwave decided to end it, took my body away.’
'Well,' Blast Off considered his choice. 'I suppose I shall take... Starscream.'
'Why him?' Onslaught demanded.
'You said either one.' Blast Off spoke. 'I choose Starscream. Sleek, beautiful, Megatron’s Air Commander. An adequate choice.'
'Well,' Onslaught grumbled. 'Guess Shockwave won't be so bad...' He chuckled. 'And I can pay him back for all those centuries I spent in the lock up!'
He picked up his holodice and rose, making for the turbolift leading to the lower levels and the prisoner cells, Blast Off following close behind.
'On second thought,' Blast Off reconsidered, 'perhaps Shockwave is a more appropriate choice for me. He is, after all, Megatron's most trusted, most loyal. He is guardian of Cybertron and a far superior choice than the irritating Starscream.'
'Hey!' Onslaught turned around and pointed an accusing digit. 'You can't go around and change your mind just like that! You picked the shrieking pansy, you keep the shrieking pansy!'
'But Shockwave is clearly a superior choice!' Blast Off argued his decision. 'Much more suitable to my superior tastes and needs!'
'I said I wanted Shockwave!' Onslaught raised his weapon. 'You ain't gonna deny me the payback I got coming from the smug slagger!!'
'I am denying you nothing!' Blast Off raised his weapon. 'And I advise you to refrain from any hostilities. Do not forget, I may be a Combaticon but I remain superior to all of you, regardless of the circumstances in which we came to be together.'
'Superior my boron compressor!!' Onslaught persisted. 'You made your choice, now slaggin' keep it or-'
'Or WHAT!?' Blast Off scoffed, unimpressed. 'You'll initiate combat with your obviously primitive weapons and lesser intellect. Hardly a match for-'
'You keep sayin' you're superior and better than the rest of us.' Onslaught chuckled. 'Can't fool me. Deep down' you're just as twisted and black sparked as the rest of us "inferiors".'
'My superiority is unquestionable!' Blast Off stated.
'Yeah.' Onslaught nodded. 'You just keep telling yourself that. Don't forget, We know why you were in the lockup, like the rest of us. Me and the others, we know.'
'I-' Blast Off began.
The noise of klaxons filled the air, accompanied by bright warning lights.
//Prisoner escape!!// Swindle contacted them. //Get back to the command centre, NOW!!//
'Slag, slag, SLAG!!' Onslaught smashed his fists against a wall. 'And I was this close to claiming the single optic slagger.' His engines revved angrily. 'Woulda been good too, woulda shown him a thing or two! Or the smugaft Starscream. Woulda made him wish he'd never been sparked!!'
'Enough self retribution!' Blast Off called to him. 'The prisoners have escaped!' He moved closer to Onslaught. 'We still have a chance to recapture them. Then we can have fun. Our revenge has not been denied, merely put on hold.'
'Yeah...' Onslaught thought about it for an astrosecond or two. 'YEAH! Catch them, then we don't throw them in the cells, we-'
//Get your afts up here, NOW!!// Swindle sounded near hysterical. //Megatron's here with some... Some Autobots! He broke Starscream and Shockwave out and is coming for us!//
'Megatron...' Blast Off reconsidered his plans. 'Our particular revenge must wait until we have dealt with him.' He looked to Onslaught. ‘Agreed?'
'Agreed.' Onslaught nodded. 'We take care of Megatron, then we take really good care of the pansy and the datapad pusher.'
'Let's go.' Blast Off readied his ionic blaster. 'Megatron awaits our tender mercies.'
'Yeah...' Onslaught chuckled.' Maybe Megatron might be more fun, once we catch him.'
Insufferable brute! Blast off thought as he took to the air.
Finis
Series: None. One Shot.
Rating: NC-17 and higher to be on the safe side.
WARNINGS: Suggested non-con, adult situations, language.
Verse: G1, and G1 for time keeping.
Summary: An expected revenge take an unexpected turn.
Pairings: None really, maybe (maybe) Blast Off/Onslaught.
Notes:
Written for the weekly request:
G1 Blast Off/Onslaught: "denied"
WARNING - Unbetaed.
Yes, yet another unbetaed nightmare, because this just sprang to mind approx. forty minutes ago while I was working on something else.
Why, Primus!?
(Offers Jazz and Prowl with pretty bows on their helms)
Please be appeased my most awesome Beta. Mea culpa! Damn my unsteady processors!
As expected, this tale is filled with horrible mistakes and inconsistencies.
Oh well.
I have been in a dreadful writing drought so its a relief to be writing once more.
This ficlet takes place during the G1 episode: Revenge of Bruticus, after Starscream and Shockwave were captured and before Megatron arrived with Prime in tow.
Have never written for either Combaticon and I hope they're at least a little in character.
Comments always welcome, because that is the only way I'll learn!
Astrosecond - from G1, .498 seconds
Denied
'There!' Blast Off exulted. 'I won again as I knew I would!'
'Damn lucky!' Onslaught grumbled, staring after the holodice. 'Too lucky if ya ask me!'
'Are you insinuating I somehow cheated?' Blast Off asked. 'Why... I am shocked to my inner core! Never have I-'
'Yap yap yap!' Onslaught grumbled. 'Don't give me no more chatter! You won, didn't ya?! Fine then! Take him!'
'Which one?' Blast Off asked. 'Our bet didn't specify which.'
'Either one.' Onslaught shrugged. 'Don't really care as long as there's one for me to play with.'
'Yes,' Blast Off offered with distaste. 'I seem to recall your type of... Games. They did earn you a considerable sentence.'
'Heh!' Onslaught looked to him. 'Never was one to play nice, not with so many fraggin’ weaklings.' He snorted and his engines grumbled. ‘Had me some fun before slaggin’ Shockwave decided to end it, took my body away.’
'Well,' Blast Off considered his choice. 'I suppose I shall take... Starscream.'
'Why him?' Onslaught demanded.
'You said either one.' Blast Off spoke. 'I choose Starscream. Sleek, beautiful, Megatron’s Air Commander. An adequate choice.'
'Well,' Onslaught grumbled. 'Guess Shockwave won't be so bad...' He chuckled. 'And I can pay him back for all those centuries I spent in the lock up!'
He picked up his holodice and rose, making for the turbolift leading to the lower levels and the prisoner cells, Blast Off following close behind.
'On second thought,' Blast Off reconsidered, 'perhaps Shockwave is a more appropriate choice for me. He is, after all, Megatron's most trusted, most loyal. He is guardian of Cybertron and a far superior choice than the irritating Starscream.'
'Hey!' Onslaught turned around and pointed an accusing digit. 'You can't go around and change your mind just like that! You picked the shrieking pansy, you keep the shrieking pansy!'
'But Shockwave is clearly a superior choice!' Blast Off argued his decision. 'Much more suitable to my superior tastes and needs!'
'I said I wanted Shockwave!' Onslaught raised his weapon. 'You ain't gonna deny me the payback I got coming from the smug slagger!!'
'I am denying you nothing!' Blast Off raised his weapon. 'And I advise you to refrain from any hostilities. Do not forget, I may be a Combaticon but I remain superior to all of you, regardless of the circumstances in which we came to be together.'
'Superior my boron compressor!!' Onslaught persisted. 'You made your choice, now slaggin' keep it or-'
'Or WHAT!?' Blast Off scoffed, unimpressed. 'You'll initiate combat with your obviously primitive weapons and lesser intellect. Hardly a match for-'
'You keep sayin' you're superior and better than the rest of us.' Onslaught chuckled. 'Can't fool me. Deep down' you're just as twisted and black sparked as the rest of us "inferiors".'
'My superiority is unquestionable!' Blast Off stated.
'Yeah.' Onslaught nodded. 'You just keep telling yourself that. Don't forget, We know why you were in the lockup, like the rest of us. Me and the others, we know.'
'I-' Blast Off began.
The noise of klaxons filled the air, accompanied by bright warning lights.
//Prisoner escape!!// Swindle contacted them. //Get back to the command centre, NOW!!//
'Slag, slag, SLAG!!' Onslaught smashed his fists against a wall. 'And I was this close to claiming the single optic slagger.' His engines revved angrily. 'Woulda been good too, woulda shown him a thing or two! Or the smugaft Starscream. Woulda made him wish he'd never been sparked!!'
'Enough self retribution!' Blast Off called to him. 'The prisoners have escaped!' He moved closer to Onslaught. 'We still have a chance to recapture them. Then we can have fun. Our revenge has not been denied, merely put on hold.'
'Yeah...' Onslaught thought about it for an astrosecond or two. 'YEAH! Catch them, then we don't throw them in the cells, we-'
//Get your afts up here, NOW!!// Swindle sounded near hysterical. //Megatron's here with some... Some Autobots! He broke Starscream and Shockwave out and is coming for us!//
'Megatron...' Blast Off reconsidered his plans. 'Our particular revenge must wait until we have dealt with him.' He looked to Onslaught. ‘Agreed?'
'Agreed.' Onslaught nodded. 'We take care of Megatron, then we take really good care of the pansy and the datapad pusher.'
'Let's go.' Blast Off readied his ionic blaster. 'Megatron awaits our tender mercies.'
'Yeah...' Onslaught chuckled.' Maybe Megatron might be more fun, once we catch him.'
Insufferable brute! Blast off thought as he took to the air.
Finis