Blitzy fic
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Words: 483
Blitzwing follows Reflector into the throne room, and smiles when he sees Lord Megatron. Megatron looks down t him, looking unamused, “And what, exactly, do you think you're doing here, Blitzwing? You should be in your room, and doing your reports there. If Oil Slick is damaged permanently , then we will be completely unable to restore the Allspark. Short of botnapping a ninjabot from Cybertron or one of the bots here on Earth. If we do that, then they are much more likely to send larger enforcements than the few they have now.”
Well, that does explain why they haven't been stealing the bots from their base. He can only hope that Megatron allows them to get them eventually. He wants a firetruck of his own, since Oil Slick will not let him frag him. He accepts it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have needs. He would like Oil Slick to rub his spark or any number of other things that don't involve spark to spark. He just won't bring them up just yet.
He looks at Megatron, and gestures at Reflector, “Zey are trying to take me to Shockwave, because ze mech told zem to. Shockwave wants to run a scan and reprogram me so zat my personalities are supposedly more stable. I am under ze impression zat he just wants to hack me because I had not told him where Starscream was, even zough I did not really even know where he was at all.”
Megatron looks at him, and then frowns at Reflector, “Tell Shockwave that he is to stop harassing General Blitzwing. He is going to be taking care of Oil Slick, and does not need this distraction. Scalpel, Starscream, and Blackarachnia all looked Blitzwing over, and declared him stable. Shockwave will just need to live with his irritation. He will get over it.”
“Yes, my lord,” Reflector says.
Megatron nods, “In fact, tell him to come here. I want to discipline him myself.”
Ugh. Megatron is going to spank Shockwave, and the spybot is going to mewl and whine with want through it all. He's glad he's not staying through this at all.
He wits until Reflector leaves, and says, “I wanted to know what you wanted me to work on, my liege. I know zat you had several datapad zat I was to work on, but I don't know what zey-”
Megatron frowns at him, “They're on your desk in your rooms. Go, and keep Oil Slick company. I know he wants to lay on you while he meditates. It won't hurt you to soak for awhile.”
He smiles brightly, flipping to Random in his excitement, “Ja! I would love zat meie Oil Slick is on my chest while I work!”
Megatron nods, and waves him off. “You go do that. I'm sure you'll have fun.”
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Blitzwing follows Reflector into the throne room, and smiles when he sees Lord Megatron. Megatron looks down t him, looking unamused, “And what, exactly, do you think you're doing here, Blitzwing? You should be in your room, and doing your reports there. If Oil Slick is damaged permanently , then we will be completely unable to restore the Allspark. Short of botnapping a ninjabot from Cybertron or one of the bots here on Earth. If we do that, then they are much more likely to send larger enforcements than the few they have now.”
Well, that does explain why they haven't been stealing the bots from their base. He can only hope that Megatron allows them to get them eventually. He wants a firetruck of his own, since Oil Slick will not let him frag him. He accepts it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have needs. He would like Oil Slick to rub his spark or any number of other things that don't involve spark to spark. He just won't bring them up just yet.
He looks at Megatron, and gestures at Reflector, “Zey are trying to take me to Shockwave, because ze mech told zem to. Shockwave wants to run a scan and reprogram me so zat my personalities are supposedly more stable. I am under ze impression zat he just wants to hack me because I had not told him where Starscream was, even zough I did not really even know where he was at all.”
Megatron looks at him, and then frowns at Reflector, “Tell Shockwave that he is to stop harassing General Blitzwing. He is going to be taking care of Oil Slick, and does not need this distraction. Scalpel, Starscream, and Blackarachnia all looked Blitzwing over, and declared him stable. Shockwave will just need to live with his irritation. He will get over it.”
“Yes, my lord,” Reflector says.
Megatron nods, “In fact, tell him to come here. I want to discipline him myself.”
Ugh. Megatron is going to spank Shockwave, and the spybot is going to mewl and whine with want through it all. He's glad he's not staying through this at all.
He wits until Reflector leaves, and says, “I wanted to know what you wanted me to work on, my liege. I know zat you had several datapad zat I was to work on, but I don't know what zey-”
Megatron frowns at him, “They're on your desk in your rooms. Go, and keep Oil Slick company. I know he wants to lay on you while he meditates. It won't hurt you to soak for awhile.”
He smiles brightly, flipping to Random in his excitement, “Ja! I would love zat meie Oil Slick is on my chest while I work!”
Megatron nods, and waves him off. “You go do that. I'm sure you'll have fun.”