by Friend of Da Panda Symbol » Mon Sep 22, 2008 6:20 pm
Just didn't want to leave this open ended. And it's been 13 months since my initial post.
Part 23
“NNNOOO IT CAN’T-- CAN’T BEEEEEE!! HOW???”
“How???” Casual sidekick to a Reflector member attempting a boulder blindsiding sent the would be attacker cart-wheeling. “Arrogance and stupidly— NAMELY YOURS, MEGATRON! SHOULD RATHER ASKYOURSELF HOW LONG, HOW HARD GONNA UTILIZE DECEPTICONS VANDILIZING HIGHWAY!”
“Couldn’t put it better. I think someone should have taken my advice and sent a few of us scouting—“
“YOUR ADVICE, STARSCR—“
“SCRAMBLED EGG SCRAP!”; “AHHHWWWOOOWW!” Horizontal Starscream and vertical Thundercracker was briefly lifted over the trees, dropped back down. Granted not as high as Starscream’s, there were similar yelps, body liftings and lowerings; hissing Ravage, Rumble, the other Reflector components trying to trip up the irate Autobot.
“…Don’t just stand there, eliminate him, fools! No mercey!”
“You “No mercy”; could make laser gun to nose-cone jests about u-turns and you, Megatron but instead let’s play-- PEEKA-BOOM!” Noises of metal crashing shaking the area slightly. The growing throng of spectators at the storage site had a fleeting glimpses of glowing yellow lamppost on the rapid down and up swing. Decepticons taking to air to dive-bomb were thrown in all directions off course up by backhand and arm, pole, uppercut and kick. Most abused appeared to be Starscream, regularly he hovered heavenward, fell beneath treetops again.
“…Right behind you, fleshing baby bottle top for brains!”
“You and me now Megatron? Here, ‘stead of universe, eat my allspark!”
“Uuuuugggggghhhhhh, hehhhhrrrrruuughh!” A cloud of dust, snapping trees signalled Megatron’s falling, more likely on the other side of highway. Amidst more noise of metal connections, targettings sent awry, squawkings from Laserbeak and recently arrived Buzzsaw and hissing Ravage: “I’VE GOT MORONS ON MY TEAM!!!”
“Welded together by biggest Megamoron of all Cybertron time. Would I yawn if I could do so.”
“Hey, Megamoron, good one, Wheeljack.” Bluestreak and Wheeljack shared thumbs up.
“….disassemble me, turn me evil for wrecking humans space center—best thank the universe again no one was seriously hurt there. Regularly unleashing your bolt dolts on we who can fight you, fine. But involve humans who can’t lift so much an empty cube or hurl objects to mildly dent your nacells for WHATEVER twisted machination -- THEN I HAVE A PROBLEM—and of course my problems with you becomes YOUR PRIME PROBLEM!!!”
“Should we feel sorry for Megatron?” Remy asked Spike. Witwicky the younger was to his right and unabashedly cheering on the fighter.
“Only thing I’m sorry ‘bout not closer to see the Decepticwhiners sent to base bed without cubes!” Spike and Remy did high fives.
“…Don’t just stand there letting him clobber you, fools, there’s just one of them…”; “Didn’t I tell biggest Decepticbully be quiet?’ ; “Hhhhehhhhrrrrruuughh!” The first dust cloud had barely subsided, was refueled by another
“Too late making retreating best choice, shoulda listen ta Jazz’s voice.” Prime’s right hand lieutenant accepted his comrades’ clapping at his poem with bows.
“ … be good rest…day, Prime’s gone lug nuts!” In his zooming away battered Astrotrain shook off leaves, severed fragile tree branches. Thrust and Dirge both followed him spilling smoke, flying with effort.
“….And if you think letting you off with time out after trying that, wrong as usual, Skywarp!”; “….Back again, whiddle little bully Bad guy Rumble or should I say rubble? C’mere you…”
“Ahaaaooow!” Upside down Starscream appeared above then disappeared below the trees. Thinking better of attacking again, a quaking Frenzy chose hugging a tree. “S-Soundwave, mommmieeee, hhhhheeellllppppmeee...”
“….On earth, ev’ryone laughs to hear Starscream!”; “… two concussion cookies of rage to Cracker’s already slightly caved cranium!”; “You again? See must discipline you more firmly!”
Chapter 24
The closest Autobot eyewitnesses choose relaxing on the sidelines, taking stock of their particular weapons, wiping them between guffawing over Prime’s “lamppost spanking” to Skywarp. “When done with fool-hearty fiberglassed flunkeys, gonna have worst case of rusty diaper rash in history Cybertron!”
Mirage: Anyone ‘sides me thinks the boss is having a temper tantrum meltdown?
“….Lemmee out of here; for once Astro-train’s right!”
“….Skywarp you cowardly weakl— OWWW!” Seventh time Starscream pass treetops, fall down again, horizontal this time.
“Hey, Starwhine, at least I’m not daring to be stupid to keep trying!”
“…..Riiight, Skywarp—for once, bu-bye. ‘Sides have found another plaything…Ohh c’mere Devastator, won’t hurt you, just wanna rattle grab YOU this time….”
Prowl: Affirmative, talk about overkill. Not that I’m objecting, mind you.
Bluestreak, Wheeljack, Mirage, Hound: Naaah.
“Ahaaaooow!”
Hound: Bash on Starscream ninth. Gonna help our boss, Ironhide?
“Tried to, just finished tryin’ shootin’ nitrogen on Constructicons, Hound. Did any ya guys see me miss? Dey was takin’ air faster than I’ve seen a while.” Close behind had been Ramjet and Thundercracker.
“Out of energon more likely; we’ve softened Decepticons up for Prime,” Prowl put a chin in his hand. “When will the rest of them get the hint?”
“…HUH, SCREAMER, YOU GONNA STOP??”-- “AHAAAOOOW!”
“…Well, well well, look who we got there. Having tired of Wailscream, Prime’s about squaring off with King Cunning of the Cassette Cronies!” Hound’s call rose above the Autobot’ laughter and heckling. “Hey treacherous tape deck, ‘member Jazz’s docking bay comment?”
“You’re next, Soundwave, cut song, cut out an’ be smart!” Huffer called with cupped hands as he took his place between the Lambroghini brothers.
“Every thing, Hound and Huffer said, lest you want me sharing my other toy with you.” The handy “lamppost” morphed to the black laser pistol all sensible Decepticons associated with their worst nightmares, “Oh wait, have decided you’ll be inaugural playing level of game I’ve created just now. Gunna call it: “Pin the gunfire on Decepticon”. Wanna see how many points I make before you fall apart?”
“Rumble, Ravage, Buzzsaw, Laser Beak, retreat!” Besides Megatron, Starscream had also remained until receiving his thirteenth wallop; instantaneously he morphed, took to air. If clouds possessed an indiscriminate charity, this patched seemed to take pity on his battered state creating a circle large enough to soar through. “Regrettably Megatron’s being deactivated, so I’m the new leader…”
And of course Megatron won’t let that pass ergo guaranteeing safety for the humans, ourselves and this beautiful planet is for the moment maintained.
Part 25
“You oily opportunistic hunk of odium—And this time I don’t mean you, Prime! Next time you best be running on something other than hot wired wrath.” The last clear view of Decepticon leader as he followed his treacherous subordinate’s escape route was his point and shaking fist at the cheering troops surrounding their boss. Shortly after he left, a slightly hazy sunshine broke through in several places and a rain scented wind picked up speed.
As… say …, Mega… “Wiiiibbeeee….waaaiting…b-b-buuuttt…oooonnnnce you-yooouu… correc…” His hurriedly folding to semi-truck had contained a painful murmur filling its onlookers with foreboding. “Ratchet, Ratchet!”
“On the job, Ironhide, on the job.” The repair chief found a path swiftly cut for him, just as swiftly he brought out a power guage. “Gotta give him full recharge, power levels… according to my readings…his power levels are gone.”
“Partly due to Brandon being inside him frightened.” Gina passed her son to Carly. Putting herself ahead of Ratchet’s forward footing, meeting the repair technician pleadingly: “Will he be okay?”
“…on Decep…ccooonzz…nnnotttt…”
“Yeah, Prime, don’t stress yourself.”
“And don’t any of you worry over us.” Bearing slobbering on newly gifted toy panda Brandon, Remy came to his wife’s side. “I’m being relocated to a lateral position elsewhere and immediately. Boss wants us safely out the way. We’ll be gone by week’s end max.”
“Thanks to our company.” Brent put a hand on each of the couple’s shoulders. “I’m telling you our boss insists your move’s free of charge, Cajun. Company’s been an Autobot supply outlet for quite awhile now. If you like, you two—hopefully three later, will be newbies of our Hate Deceptic-scuzzes Club.”
“Speaking for both us, Logan, gladly will accept your invite. But do we have to go through another fraternity hazing the likes of this?”
“No, no.” A laugh, a gentle tap on the shoulder.
“Ahhhggggrrree...uhhh…” Weaker.
“Which means….Carly…” The old classmates hugged one another hard, both eyes brimming with tears. “So sorry…”
And here comes their promise pinky mush again. Stamping a small distance from the assembly Brawn groaned off an impulse to grimace.
“That’s ‘kay, Gina, you didn’t know…Pinky promise, you in my wedding.” A look behind. On the edge of the mixed crowd, Spike stood between Bumblebee and his father.
“So there we have a happy ending in the human area as opposed to this.”
“The boy and Prime’s persona reshift was a success, Bluestreak.”
“Yes that’s beyond wonderful, Wheeljack, now however am referring to something else, of a minor nature, of course. All the same thoug--”
Ironhide caught on in nanoseconds. “He can’t do it! Gotsta be later. Urrr…Prowl, you get it?”
“Affirmative. Conclusion: Settle with Ironhide for the time being.”
Nonetheless the one denied doggedly stuck to explaining himself. “But it’s not the same, guys. He’s…he’s….”
“He’s what, Bluestreak?” Prime’s bodyguard began stomping forward threateningly, isolating his comrade from the others. “Speak carefully….”
Onnnlee… way... Aaaaaheeemm—“AUTOBOTS, TTTRRRRAAAANNNNNNSSSSSS …aaaannnrrroooohhhh…“ The soldiers looked on mortified, humans and robots closest quickly clearing, on Autobot truck’s abruptly dropping on one side. —Kaaayyyy blaaaanched---Dowwww!!“ Criiiib—chaaaam….ber…”Done… day…
Finis