'Twas the Night Before War (A Seibertron Decepticon Alliance Poem)By ctrlFrequency... yeah, Earth Wars, there should be a 'y' on the end.
'Twas the night before war, and all through Seibertron Decepticon HQ,
Not a creature was stirring, not even Rat Trap (I never said this rhymed!)
The beam lasers were placed by the base HQ with care,
In hopes that a Bot alliance soon would be there (that rhymed!)
The soldiers were all tucked all snug on their recharge slabs,
While visions of energon goodies danced in their neural processors.
And That Bot in his battle zone, and Burn hungering for war,
Had just settled in for a long battle ahead.
When out on the lawn... if you could call that dusty ground outside the Seibertron HQ a lawn... there rose such a clatter,
That Burn flew from his battle zone to see what was the matter,
Away to the Alliance chat window he flew in a flash,
Tore open the tab and scrolled... down
The moon on the freshly spilled energon on that sad excuse for a lawn that's actually dusty sand or something
Gave kind of an eerie glow to the objects below.
When what to Burn's wondering optics appeared,
But a tiny fighter jet escorted by eight more fighter jets, cause that's how Cons roll.
With a little driver with an avatar that looked like Skywarp,
Burn knew in a moment it must be...
Oh slag it is ...
More rapid than F22s his course they came,
But yeah, they were vehicons so they didn't have names.
"Hey Burn! Hey That Bot, Bdizz, and Shrike! Hey Voltarman, hey Andy, 'Cade, and Shauyun! Hey EpicVoiceGuy! Hey Sinxbruticus, MXAGhost, and Lord Megatro! Hey Insidious!
Slag there's a lot of you...
Hey Chaddicus, JakePrime, and Nanomachines... and Starscream, Arlo003,and frag, all ofor the alliance (except for ctrlFrequency, because she is immune)"
To the top of the research lab, to the top of the reinforced walls,
Dash away, dash away.... who put a mortar there!?! It killed a vehicon!
As Bots before Megatron, the remaining vehicons flew (yeah I know... vehicons are TECHNICALLY ground vehicles),
When they met with an obstacle he shot them on the aft.
So up to the HQ-top those vehicons flew,
But not a cockpit full of goodies had Santacon...
And with the sound of machine gun fire and grumbling of drones (they sometimes do that, for that they are known),
Burn closed the chat tab and... facepalmed.
Then a hole was blown, right through HQ roof and Santacon lowered his gun and entered... and I couldn't think of a rhyme for that.
He was painted up like Skywarp, all purple and black,
He carried no toys for the bad little Cons, just a list... a very long, long list...
His optics how they twinkled, his faceplate how merry!
There's a whole bunch of description I'm not going into... we're Cons, I'm not talking about rosy cheeks, got it?
As Burn arrived on the ground floor, old Santacon, got right to work.
I wish I could say he spoke not a word, but to be honest, that would be absurb.
"Check out my base, and give me advice, I already know who's naughty because no one is nice.
War can not wait, well after my upgrades are done, you know what to do, and to participate!
I'm checking the leaderboard, I'll see who's been warring, and when it's over there will be some warnings (it kind of rhymes! )"
At this time all the other Seibertron Cons,
Wandered down stairs wondering what was the goings on.
And as they did, Santacon rattled on, sending all the alliance-mates into stunned silence... except for snarky ctrlFrequency who wrote a poem.
With that Santacon turned, and up the lift he rode,
Onto the rooftop before be transformed... he let out an 'lol' and fired at the vehicons,
And away they all flew like scraplets after a bot and I heard Burn exclaim!
"ffs, ImperiousRex!" (Which honestly loses all the rhythm and doesn't rhyme)
As the Seibertron Decepticon Alliance stood there in their PJs in stunned silence,
A note floated down from the HQ roof above, it said...
"Join the war! Or Uncle Rex will remove you!"
(Seibertron Decepticon Earth Wars Alliance... best. Alliance. Evah.
and a never ending wealth of teasing)