Sticky Response Pt 4
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FIC: Continuity - Title (optional) - Characters - brief Kink (please include the entire thing on every part you post and for every comment!) and put Ch# or Pt# at the end. Note any major squicks or kinks in the header as a courtesy to the ( Read more... )
"You know, this would be way more convenient if we were on the same side. Oh. I don't mean, I don't say you should defect, even thoug you would of course be welcome to join me in the Ark, but uhm... so what are your reasons for being a Decepticon? I don't mean to talk you into something you don't want... augh!"
"You were trying to make small talk." Thundercracker smiled.
"Yes! Exactly!"
"Hmm. You first. What are your reasons for being an Autobot?"
"Well... I'm their leader. Basically, I don't like the whole violence and genocide on people who can't defend themselves, and I disagree with Megatron that he should say how everyone should live. I believe that people, both Cybertronians and every other sentient and sapient species or entity, like humans, shouldhave the chance to determine their own fate, as long as they don't take that chance away from others.**"
"That's... I joined the Decepticons because of the whole seeker-warbuild thing. Except all of us are war-capable now. And would you declare a seeker to be less of a person?"
"No."
"My reasons have been falling apart for centuries. But I'm loyal, and where else... I don't want to be a traitor."
"I won't ask you to be."
"It wasn't supposed to be this way. I wanted, I wanted things to be better. For everyone. Fairer. Not... not this."
He leaned into Optimus's comforting carress.
Three days later Thundercracker was cornered by Motormaster, one of the few who was strong enough to force Thundercracker down, these days that he was high ranking enough that he qualified as elite and thus could only be ordered into certain positions by a handful of mechs.
Thundercracker was faster, shot him and made his getaway.
This time.
Thundercracker finally allowed himself the realization that nothing would change unels he made that change. The cause was warped beyond recognition, to the point that Autobots, of all mechs, better embodied the Decepticon ideals than the current Decepticons did.
But he couldn't just... one chance then. One little thing. If he even got so much as the slightest bit of acknowedgement, of recognition that it could and should be better, even if it didn't change much... he'd stay.
He exvented and walked to the command centre.
"So it's something that roots out the weaklings. Why should I change something like that?"
"Because it isn't! It's..."
"Are you defying me, Seeker?" Megatron growled, violence imminent.
"No, it's just that..." He got a smack that swept him off his struts and flung him across the room. He hit the wall and clambered up.
"You really don't care? At all? About anything?"
"What I am starting to care about is you defying me, you insolent piece of scrap!"
Thundercracker just looked at him. "Understood. You won't have to worry about me doing that again." he said calmly.
"See that I won't!"
Thundercracker didn't keep anything much in his quarters, so he didn't have to pack.
"Hey, Warp, you can in my rations for a while, yeah?"
"I'm not bringing you your cubes, slagger."
"You won't have to. I'm leaving."
"Leaving to where? TC? Ah, forget it."
There were two Decepticon emblems in an empty seekerbunk.
** Freedom is the right of all sentient beings is something that only sounds trite if you don't think about it. Though I would say sapient. Beings with no concept of freedom are notoriously difficult to oppress. Not impossible, but eh.
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"Excuse me, are you also an Autobot?"
Thundercracker looked at the journalist. It was a young and nervous one, as humans went.
"No. I'm just tired."
"Ah. Tired of what exactly, uhm, sir?"
"Fighting, resisting, thinking, feeling, this entire fragged up war, what aren't I tired of. And it started out with such good intentions too, you know? Just... kick over the corrupt rulers, get everyone enough to refuel, stop all those powerplays and reproggrammings from happening, get maybe a justice system that was more about than who had the most credits... Alright, it was violent, mabye too much so, but... it was the only way we could do anything. Exept... we din't stop. And then he showed up."
Thundercracker gestured at Optimus Prime.
"Idealistic, and naive to start with, and it was so very obvious he was just another puppet Prime for the council, except... he managed to actually solidify his position. Become a true leader, and the kind of Prime his predecessors weren't."
The journalist and the cameraman were fully focussed on Thundercracker.
"It should have ended then. A Prime that wasn't corrupt, or stuck in the past, that gave a scrap, that was willing to talk and learn. But by the, I guess, we were more focussed on getting een on eahother than on making things right. And I just... I'm tired of it. That's all. Don't you squishies have anything better to do?"
"Oh. Red eyes are Decepticons, right?" said the very nervous journalist. He smelled slightly of ureum now.
"Kaonite and seeker-red, sure. Some other cities too where red optics were common. Does it matter?"
"Well, aren't you supposed to wear the purple pointy things then?"
Thundercracker snorted and gestured to his unmarked wings. "Ex-Decepticon. I'm done taking scrap. And probably done for soon enough too."
"Uhm, why would that be?"
Thundercracker actually looked at the human.
"You don't actually think that Decepticons let deserters live, do you?"
"Oh. That's... not nice."
Thundercracker looked away, at Optimus again.
"No. It isn't. But sometimes it might be worth it."
"Thundercracker?"
"Oh. Hey. Optimus."
"Your wings..."
"Yeah. I don't much feel like shooting anyone for a while, but ist that offer still open?"
"Always."
Thundercracker nodded and got up.
"Right. Well. I guess I accept then. But I am serious about the not shooting. Unless I or someone close gets attacked first."
"We can manage another noncombatant."
"Right. You need someone to train those babyfliers of yours anyway. They're absolutely horrid in turbulence and quick maneuvering."
"Of course. Did you wish to stay in my room or should we find something else?"
"Your room sounds good. As long as you're in it too."
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Well, actually, they didn't notice until one of the casettes got an image capture of an unmarked blue seeker near the ark and Starscream trew a fit over it.
Laserbeak floated trough the ark, dodging cameras like an old hand at dodging lines of sight. So far, there was no sign of the deserter.
She slipped into the vents that could get her near the command quarters.
If not the deserter, she could at least try and find some useful information.
Closer, closer... she had image. And sound.
Oh my.
"Well, play it then." said Megatron.
Soundwave complied, slightly awkward in comparision to his usual stoic act.
The screen lit up.
Thundercracker was lounging on Optimus Prime's berth, legstruts splayed open, Optimus's helm between them, with one of Thundercracker's servo's on it. Optimus was on his knees before him, face relaxed and in near extacy, a glossa flicking out, seeking entrance to Thundercracker's valve, who had his helmet trown back, a little smile on his face.
"A little deeper." he ordered, and Optimus complied with relish, pressing his face to Thundercracker's parts like a pleasurebot.
It continued until Thundercracker came, and only then Optimus lifted his head.
Thundercracker bent down and kissed him deeply.
Optimus shuddered.
"Hmm, you came already?" Thundercracker asked, pleased.
Optimus's smile was a bit dopey.
"Let's get you cleaned up then, yeah?"
They moved to the washracks, out of Laserbeaks sight.
The vidfile ended.
There was a silence.
"That was all the relevant data you gathered?"
Laserbeak warbled her confirmation.
"Autobots have no shame, do they. Submitting like that just to seduce a con."
There was some uncomfortable shifting.
"Right, all of you are dismissed. This information and its implications need to be studied."
It was studied, very thoroughly, by just about every Decepticon, and Rumble and Frenzy got quite a few credits, for some reason.
They'd already started with fingers, and it was slow but enjoyable going over several months until Thundercracker felt comfortable enough to do anything with spikes.
Not all Autobots liked his presence, but with some explaining and interaction, they eventually got used to him. Besides training the aerialbots, he became a bit of a science assistant, and got along fairly well with Perceptor. He told Optimus it was mostly a case of translating from exited or low selfesteem fivevowelwords to more common words, and that it was rather easy in comparision to translating mentally unstable violent multichanger.
For some reason, the Decepticons got rather distracted whenever Optimus showed up on the battlefield for a while.
So when I wrote this on paper, I spelled the names as TC and OP the whole time. And then I was "Huh, this looks like it's written by a more literate or trying-to-stay-anon Skywarp. And then I thought: Interfactional kinkmeme.
As for this fic, a thougth I had: Picture Optimus, sitting, inviting, open, relaxed, friendly, hand outstretched but not chasing, and a butterfly-Thundercracker coming to sit on his fingers.
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For the thought at the end: Optimus is like that, it is totally like him. Just usually writers make Starscream the butterfly. :-) But I love this pairing, I really do.
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