The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.
Joe Klaas
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(F/N) = fake name
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"Arce-Arcee!"
"Help me!"
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Backstruts straight, I rise from my bow, black helm facing towards my leader.
"-Assist the drones in their energon mine, I have the oddest feeling that Starscream will find a way to ruin it."
Bowing, I turn, large frame slowly lumbering out of the throne room,
(F/N), the most terrifying of the Decepticons. Awakened from a stasis pod a few months ago, little is known of the hulking mass of mech.
Especially that the mech was a femme.
Armor created long ago on Cybertron, it acts as a second frame, moving with her and sheltering the weak frame.
My weak frame.
Passing various drones, I enter a groundbridge, coming through the other side onto hard rock.
As I pass drones, I receive respectful nods, for treating the drones as something more then a statistic in the faction, I acknowledge them.
Neutrality the kindest thing they know.
Stepping through a sudden ground bridge, I calmly lumber through, reaching a rocky clearing of landscape, various groups of drones transporting mined energon.
Large audio receptors twitching, I catch a faint voice. Moving towards it, I slow myself as I hear it is Starscream.
"-And then I will take my rightful place as leader of the Decepticons! Lord Megatron will perish by my servos!"
Gloating to a busied drone, Starscream stands proudly, digits curling.
Walking behind him, I grasp the top of his helm, twisting him around.
"Agh! Oh, (F/N)... W-How long have you been here?"
Remaining silent, I simply apply pressure to his helm, almost smiling as a satisfactory dent of metal is heard.
"W-Wait! Ah! Autobots!"
Slowly turning, I walk towards gunfire, coming upon a battle.
Standing in front of me are the drones, most injured or offlined, and ahead of them two figures.
Continuing to drag Starscream along the ground, I approach the group, drones stepping aside as I pass them.
"Well, Screamer, looks like you got yourself into a bit of a fight before we could even get to yah!"
Glancing over to the green mech, I blankly stare at him, even from a short distance away being able to tell I tower over him. In the suit at least.
"So, you must be (F/N), huh?"
Helm swinging, my spark skips as my optics lands on the frame of a pale blue femme.
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FanfictionCome on, we all know what this is. --- !Warning! Medium mushiness/sappy level --- Any requests would be greatly appreciated! --- Until next time, my lovelies~ B
