Nightstrike's reality. Ocean over the Laurentian Abyss. Megatron Rising
-How long do you think it will take them to realize that nothing's going to happen?- wondered the gravelly but slightly cultured voice in her mind.
-I'm not sure, my lord.- Nightstrike circled again, her sensors set downward toward what was going on at the ocean floor. -Constructicons aren't known for their processing skills.-
Megatron snorted his amusement, then snuggled a bit and brooded.
Nightstrike spark snuggled back a little, her thoughts going to Starscream's great speech about 'bringing their mighty, but lost, leader back from the dead' and how hard she'd had to fight to keep from laughing her skidplate off during the whole thing. The acting Decepticon commander had noticed some of the faces she'd been pulling, but had managed to keep his steam up till she'd snorted loudly in the middle of an impassioned tirade about him taking his rightful place at Megatron's side. He'd stepped forward with vengeance in his optics, but something of Megatron in her smirk had stopped him cold.
Megatron radiated amusement at the memory. -The snake will be in his rightful place, alright. The recycling bin. I've seen all his plots and plans.-
-He'll never live to accomplish them.- Nightstrike rose higher. -Here they come. They're bringing it with them.-
Then she skittered sideways in the air a bit as a sky-blue tetra jet appeared suddenly beside her. At first she was going to yell at Thundercracker, but then she remembered that he'd changed to an Earth type alt, and realized that this jet was giving off no readings at all. "What do you want, Autobot?"
The voice that replied to her was indeed in the well-remembered soft and cautious tones of the young Autobot ghost who'd helped Megatron's spark to find her. Nightstreak gritted mental teeth at the hint of Starscream in those tones, but then perked at what the ghost was saying.
"I've brought a gift from the Allspark. Megatron still has choices to make on this side of the veil. Primus hopes he chooses wisely."
Nightstrike snorted at that last, but then swung upward as the ocean boiled beneath her and massive forms rose to the surface, supporting an even larger form between them.
There was a shock of light from the ghost, and a wrench as something was torn away from the place it had occupied next to Nightstrike's spark for the past two years.
And then Megatron dashed his minions aside and rose into the air with a bellow of triumph as he lifted his clenched fists defiantly.
"My choices have been made," he roared at the ghost and her master. "I will walk the path I have chosen. And The Fallen will rise again!"
Nightstrike trembled as she transformed, wondering why she could still feel his triumph and defiance. Then she gasped as he turned toward her and her spark flooded with his fierce possessiveness. "My lord... what...?"
He smiled. "My consort. It is you who will stand at my right hand. Your faithfulness will be well rewarded."
She gaped, realizing that some small part of him had stayed inside her spark, then looked at the hand he held out to her and hesitantly put her own into it.
Megatron rumbled, well pleased. Then he looked at the assembled Constructicons and the approaching submarines and ships and laughed. Destruction rained from his weapons onto the puny human vessels. And then he and Nightstrike were flying free as a message was broadcast on all human frequencies, demanding the human boy and letting the entire world know that he lived.
-I'm not sure, my lord.- Nightstrike circled again, her sensors set downward toward what was going on at the ocean floor. -Constructicons aren't known for their processing skills.-
Megatron snorted his amusement, then snuggled a bit and brooded.
Nightstrike spark snuggled back a little, her thoughts going to Starscream's great speech about 'bringing their mighty, but lost, leader back from the dead' and how hard she'd had to fight to keep from laughing her skidplate off during the whole thing. The acting Decepticon commander had noticed some of the faces she'd been pulling, but had managed to keep his steam up till she'd snorted loudly in the middle of an impassioned tirade about him taking his rightful place at Megatron's side. He'd stepped forward with vengeance in his optics, but something of Megatron in her smirk had stopped him cold.
Megatron radiated amusement at the memory. -The snake will be in his rightful place, alright. The recycling bin. I've seen all his plots and plans.-
-He'll never live to accomplish them.- Nightstrike rose higher. -Here they come. They're bringing it with them.-
Then she skittered sideways in the air a bit as a sky-blue tetra jet appeared suddenly beside her. At first she was going to yell at Thundercracker, but then she remembered that he'd changed to an Earth type alt, and realized that this jet was giving off no readings at all. "What do you want, Autobot?"
The voice that replied to her was indeed in the well-remembered soft and cautious tones of the young Autobot ghost who'd helped Megatron's spark to find her. Nightstreak gritted mental teeth at the hint of Starscream in those tones, but then perked at what the ghost was saying.
"I've brought a gift from the Allspark. Megatron still has choices to make on this side of the veil. Primus hopes he chooses wisely."
Nightstrike snorted at that last, but then swung upward as the ocean boiled beneath her and massive forms rose to the surface, supporting an even larger form between them.
There was a shock of light from the ghost, and a wrench as something was torn away from the place it had occupied next to Nightstrike's spark for the past two years.
And then Megatron dashed his minions aside and rose into the air with a bellow of triumph as he lifted his clenched fists defiantly.
"My choices have been made," he roared at the ghost and her master. "I will walk the path I have chosen. And The Fallen will rise again!"
Nightstrike trembled as she transformed, wondering why she could still feel his triumph and defiance. Then she gasped as he turned toward her and her spark flooded with his fierce possessiveness. "My lord... what...?"
He smiled. "My consort. It is you who will stand at my right hand. Your faithfulness will be well rewarded."
She gaped, realizing that some small part of him had stayed inside her spark, then looked at the hand he held out to her and hesitantly put her own into it.
Megatron rumbled, well pleased. Then he looked at the assembled Constructicons and the approaching submarines and ships and laughed. Destruction rained from his weapons onto the puny human vessels. And then he and Nightstrike were flying free as a message was broadcast on all human frequencies, demanding the human boy and letting the entire world know that he lived.