Transformers: Oneshots [Test Drive]

Underestimated || Ultra Magnus X femme (Part I)

Y/n = Your name || N/n = Your nickname || M/c = Main color || S/c = Secondary/other colors || O/c = Optic color || F/n = Friend name

Setting: Heat of the war, on Cybertron
Other: Not a romantic story persay, but may develop into one in future 'oneshots.'

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I was flying with a troop of decepticon fliers and seekers. We were about to launch an attack on a suspected autobot base, at the edge of Iacon. Word of the wise, was that some big hot-shot named Ultra Magnus was there. Supposedly one of the greatest soldiers on cybertron, and someone who always caught the decepticons who had broke the most laws.

To me that was a bunch of bogus. I didn't keep track of all my own crimes, but I knew I was high on the list. And I have never seen so much as a glimpse of the soldier.

"I've heard he's as tall as Megatron!" Skywarp squeaked.

"No, he's definitely not. But he's almost as scary..." one of the vehicons replied.

If I weren't flying in my jet form, I would have rolled my optics. "Puh-lease, just go and join the autobots if you think he's so scary compared to megatron. There's a reason we all follow him," my own reason wasn't fear per-say. But I like to think I'm a good judge when it comes to measuring out an opponent, and I don't doubt that the gladiator could beat me to scrap.

By the time the war started, my own status in the pits were puny compared to his. Not that my goal was to be popular. I fought simply because I was bored, and hated my low caste. Not to say I didn't start having fun. And I may or may not have developed an obsession with getting better and better...but that's a discussion for another time.

The seekers who had been talking had tilted their wings and moved further away from me. Fine. I prefer it that way anyway.

I put on a burst of speed, catching up to be beside the leader of our team - Starscream. Past me wouldn't have cared for him, but would respect him and follow orders anyway. I don't know it yet, but future me would also simply follow orders and keep quiet. Present me? I don't really give a frag about anything anymore. Though no matter the time, I hate the privileged aft. Forged into a higher caste, fighting for the decepticons just for power. He's everything I'm fighting against.

"Starscream, I'm going to go scout ahead," I then boosted more power to my engines and shot forward.

"That's commander- Y/n I didn't give you permission!" I heard him shout behind me. I knew the seeker could crush me in aerial combat. I'm bigger, so he's faster. I worked in the mines and never flew much, he was part of an elite guard. But he wouldn't waste his time just to catch up with me and reprimand me.

I slowed down once I got closer to the base, transforming and hunkering down low behind some debris. I peered around the corner, looking at the building in front of me. Two guards stood at the front. I narrowed my optics, looking back at the direction I had come from. Still no sign of the team.

This wasn't supposed to be a stealth mission. I wasn't a bot who was built for stealth. Buuut......

Without putting any more thought into it, I looked back at the autobot guards. Slightly disappointed they weren't anyone I recognized...nevertheless, I took out two of my throwing blades, ejecting one softly into each servo. New invention of mine. Time to try them out.