Hunted Species and other TF fictions

Megatron’s quarters

“Wake up, Starscream!”

The optics of the flier flickered at the call of his name. Recharge had been welcome but unfortunately too short. Starscream stirred a little, searching in his memory bank information about his location and the identity of the owner of this voice. It sounded so familiar to him… Slowly, he began to fit the pieces of the puzzle together.

“I said… Wake up!”

The authority in the voice sent a chill down the flier’s spine, who fully remembered that he was in Megatron’s quarters. The host of the place was obviously impatient that he came back online. Afraid that the silver gladiator punished him for his sluggishness, Starscream managed to sit up on the berth and regain some composure.

“Yes, Megatron?” he asked and smiled apologetically. “I am sorry. I overslept…”

“Your armor is ready… Stand up and try it on!” Megatron ordered, pointing at a corner of his quarters. Dark pieces of metal were set on the floor, which Starscream identified as a plastron and protective parts for shoulders, legs and arms.

“What is that?” he asked, not really sure whether the battle suit was for him or not.

“Your armor for today’s battle… Get dressed!”

“Yes, Megatron…”

Starscream jumped obediently out of the berth, not willing to argue against the gladiator. Megatron had clearly made him understand during last training that he wouldn’t accept any disobedience. The flier was less than eager to discover if the tyrant of this era was crueler than the Megatron of 2005 regarding punishments. The seeker stood in front of the suits, trying to figure out how it worked. He knelt down to pick up the plastron and winced at the weight.

“What are you waiting to wear it? We don’t have that much time!”

Losing patience with Starscream’s hesitation, Megatron grabbed the plastron with a hand and Starscream’s wrist with the other, lifting him up. Swift as a snake, he managed to fix the massive piece of metal around Starscream’s torso and shoulders before the jet had the idea to protest.

“Well, Wiper made an excellent job, as usual… That suits you perfectly!”

Starscream didn’t dare to move despite the increasing shame that seized his spark. He had the feeling that Megatron was toying with him, dressing him like human children dressed a doll. But after all, their relationship had always been twisted and unhealthy, an unwholesome mix of love and hate, respect and betrayal. Starscream had heard that an awful joke spread on the Decepticon and Autobot ranks alike, saying that their initials, “M” and “S”, didn’t stand only for “Megatron” and “Starscream” but also for “Master” and “Slave”. Starscream frequently betrayed Megatron and tried to overthrow him to show he refused this relationship based on subservience, but he had never succeeded in reversing the roles. After his acts of rebellion, Megatron punished him invariably by a good beating and then after a period of exile in the darkness of a cell, reinstated him in his position of second in command. And then, the game could start again, pushing Starscream to the edge of despair and madness, heading him straight to a new betrayal and its consecutive punishments.

Yes, their relationship amounted to a sickening power game. Starscream lowered his head and watched silently the hands of Megatron attaching a shield to his right arm. His so special paint-job and slender frame were disappearing slowly under the ungraceful dark gray armor. He could feel the weight of this new shell but couldn’t say if it was heavier than this burdensome feeling of being Megatron’s slave.

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The Gladiator’s arena

Clenching his fist and gritting his teeth, Megatron pivoted on his heels when he felt a hand patting his shoulder. Blinded by the anger of losing his face in front of Skullcrusher, he raised his fist to punch the impudent mech who allowed himself such a liberty.

“Hey! Take it easy, young fool! It’s me!”

The silver gladiator narrowed his optics as the blur of his vision cleared away, and finally recognized the mech who held up his hands like a surrendering soldier. “Wiper?” he murmured and then lowered his vengeful fist. “Never do this again!” he warned.

“Oh, I’m so happy that you remember me… Yes, I’m Wiper, the one who fixes you almost everyday, after you throw your life recklessly in the arena!” the green medic spat, words dripping with sarcasm. “And today, I’ve the feeling I gonna have a hard time because now, I have two heaps of scrapped metal to fix!”

Megatron’s gaze fell on the mech he was holding in his arms and then came back to Wiper.

“I have no time to spend on a repair bay. I must train him… I must train myself-” he breathed.

“You’re going to do nothing before you spend some time on my repair berth and get the proper repairs!”

“I have no time for repairs!” Megatron shrieked, glaring threateningly.

“Then, you will take the time! Look at you, young idiot!” the medic shrieked menacingly, “Your right arm is broken and there are many other parts of your over proud person that are totally scrapped. And in case you haven’t got it yet, your little friend has his canopy shattered and is coughing up his fuel tank!”

Megatron looked down at Starscream and realize the real extent of the damages. The Little Prince was trying to hold back the flow of energon dripping from his mouth, rather unsuccessfully. He sighed into surrender and cradled Starscream in his arms, ignoring the protests of his fractured limb. “You win. I follow you…”

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“Megatron, is that you?”

The nasty glare fell on him as the warlord coldly replied: “This is a hint!”

Starscream expected the unknown Transformer to change into the alien cannon and trembled with fear. However, instead of transforming and shooting him to death, the stranger raised his hand to his face and removed his mask. The familiar and angular features of Megatron appeared, squeezing a cry of surprise out of Starscream. The Seeker, entangled in his cape, stared with bewilderment at the robot, whose purple armor fell to pieces, slowly revealing the silver white plating.

“Me- Megatron… I-” Starscream said in a voice choking.

Once his purple armor had totally gone away, Megatron gazed at him with a soft look in the optics.

“How do you know my name, Little Prince?”

Starscream started to tremble uncontrollably as he heard the question and jumped when Megatron held up his fusion cannon, taking aim at his chest.

“I want answers, Little Prince,” the Decepticon Leader warned as he fired.

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Starscream rejoiced inwardly when the crown made contact with the metal of his helmet and beckoned Astrotrain to step back. He puffed his chest and stretched his wings, looking prouder than ever. Tossing his cape back with a theatrical grace, he gazed about his “subjects” condescendingly. After eons of struggle and betrayal, he had finally become the “Prince of the Decepticons”. No, better: he was now the “King of the Decepticons” and the others were nothing else than his subordinates. It was thrilling and exciting beyond his wildest dreams. Holding his crowned head gracefully, he quickly sorted out what he wanted to say and prepared to declaim his first speech as Supreme Decepticon Commander.

“My fellow Decepticons, as your new leader, I-”

His speech was interrupted by the throbbing sound of engines. Looking up, he saw a big purple spaceship landing among “his subjects”, sending them flying for cover in sheer panic.

“Who disrupts my coronation!” he shouted, already in a paroxysm of irritation.

Once the shuttle reached the stairs of the coronation platform, a silver and purple mech jumped out the open canopy and landed with arrogance at the bottom of the pedestal.

“Coronation, Starscream? This is bad comedy!”

The aggressive stance of the Transformer awakened a diffused feeling of insecurity in Starscream. The sensation worsened when the shuttle switched to robot mode and stood behind the first mech like a faithful follower. For some reason, the scene remembered him the countless times he had stood by the side of Megatron. ‘Oh! Primus! This glare! This voice… The cannon… Could it be HIM?’ he wondered in shock.

As a reply to his silent interrogation, the new comer shot him a glare which made Starscream recoil in fear. The blazing look was filled with anger, madness and desires for murder. ‘It’s him!’ he thought as energon ran cold in his pipes. Only the sensation of the crown fitting his head reminded him he was the mighty leader of the Decepticons, giving him enough confidence to utter a word.

“Megatron, is that you?” he asked in a quavering voice.

The warlord cast him a look full of hatred. “This is a hint!” he replied as he transformed in a split second into a sophisticated cannon which didn’t look of Cybertronian origins. However, this wasn’t the most urgent point as the weapon aimed straight at him.

“Wait!” Starscream stepped back but not quickly enough to avoid the beam which burst his chest and pierced his spark casing. He saw purple, blue and green lights blazing in front of his optics before intense warmth coursed through his circuits and switched off all his systems. His optics blurred and his audios failed to work as he fell into nothingness.

Galvatron looked emotionless the treacherous Decepticon’s paint job turning to gray and his body falling to ashes. He outlined a smirk when the crown tumbled down the stairs with a clicking noise, although an indefinable feeling of déjà vu seized him. He had seen this object already before… but where? The crown stopped at his feet and he stared again while the same feeling became stronger. Yes, he had seen the ornaments when he was… Who? He scanned his memory bank but found nothing else than information about his personality and the orders of Unicron.

‘No. There is nothing to remember.’

He stopped there his researches and crushed the disturbing object under his foot. He was over with Starscream, and that was the main thing. Besides, he had a new army to lead for the glory of Unicron! Laughing darkly, he turned around to glare at the scared Decepticons, ready to deliver his first speech as leader. He didn’t realize that the shattered crown had disappeared from the ground. (continue reading…)

After almost a year of absence, chapter 6 of Vicious Circle is written, and I sent to one of my beta readers last week-end. What to say about the story? Maybe that suffering from the abuses of megalomaniacs and being stalked by a horde of vampire like robots tend to bring together two young mechs…

Here’s a preview (some modifications might appear in the final version) of Chapter 6 – Hell and Paradise:

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I haven’t uploaded this blog for ages, as I was busy starting a new mission at work.

Anyway, the story is still ongoing, and I try my best to come up with a new chapter every month. In addition, I have two good news to give: 1/ I have found a new beta reader to check and correct my crappy English, and 2/. I have almost completed a new chapter of Vicious Circle… More info within the next few days.

A little extract of the Chapter 22 – The truth (1)

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Yes, about time! The chapter 18 of Hunted Species is available on this site and on FFnet.

I hope you will enjoy this chapter!

Yes, it is! I have just sent the chapter 18 of Hunted Species for beta reading and editing. Six months have passed since the publication of chapter 17, and I had the time to get more precise idea on the scenario of the next chapters. This chapter 18, tittled “Watch the birdies” is focused on Megatron and Starscream, and is the direct continuation of the chapter 5 of the “Death Wish”. I hope it’s going to bring many answers and live it up to the expectations of the readers.

Here is a passage of the chapter (there might be some modifications in the final version):

(Megatron is pondering about his decision after Ratchet informed him about the disk and the real nature of Statrscream’s Death Wish).

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The chapter 5 of the side-story is available on this site and on FFnet. If you want to know if Starscream recovers his lost memory and how he reacts at the end of chapter 17… Then you will find answer in the last chapter of this side-story. ^^

I hope you will enjoy this chapter!

It took me a little longer than expected to write the chapter 5, as my personal agenda has been a little rushed lately. I’m going to move to Paris at the beginning of April for a new work and I have to find a new apartment on the French Capital before it starts. I have just come back from a few-days trip in Paris to visit some apartments. This explains the delay. I sent the chapter 5 two days ago for beta reading and I guess I will be able to upload it at the beginning of next week.

This chapter is the last of the Death Wish, as this side story is catching up with the chapter 17. Don’t miss it if you want to know what had happened between Megatron and Starscream after the Nightbird incident or read my version of some famous scenes of the G1 series ^^

As usual, here is a teaser for this chapter (the final version might be slightly different):

Their bickering took a strange turn at the place called Stonehenge after he had been swallowed in the past of the area (2). Already frightened by the sight of the giant lizard guarding the passage and spitting fire, he stopped thinking when he saw the laser beams of Megatron’s fusion canon welcoming his return to modern times. He leapt at his leader with no hesitation, landing flat on him, hips against hips, canopy against silver chest and face almost brushing face. Their gazes locked in shock. As strange as it could be, Starscream had the feeling it was the not the first time.

“Megatron, don’t fire. It’s me… Starscream!” he breathed, more and more aware by the seconds of his intimate position on top of his leader.

Treacherous as usual when he was so close to Megatron, his body totally relaxed while his hand slid on the warlord’s nape and his hips rested more comfortably against his codpiece. Time seemed to stop for him until Megatron propelled him backward. The warlord stood up, roaring like a wounded lion.

“Starscream, you idiot. You ruined my shot!”

“But… Megatron,” stuttered the flyer, “Aren’t you glad to see us?”

A furious roar answered him while Megatron seemed to be suddenly deprived of the capability of pronouncing distinctive words. Trembling with rage, he stepped on Starscream with the obvious intention to beat him. Starscream reared back but was not quick enough to avoid the fist aiming at his face. He fell on the ground with a cry of surprise and pain.

“What do you think, bitch? You can send me packing and when it pleases you, you jump on me!” Megatron yelled, “What game do you think you’re playing with me, little whore!”

As a matter of answer, Starscream tried to flee groveling on the sand. His finger dug in the rocky ground and left tracks when Megatron grabbed his ankle and pulled him forcefully to him.

“Hughhh! I did nothing!” he squealed when Megatron’s thighs imprisoned his hips and pinned on the spot. “Please!”

“I’m going to end this here and now!” groaned Megatron, “Stop your lies forever!” he added darkly. He set his fusion canon against the golden canopy, sending Starscream on the edge of terror.

(2) A “Deception Raider in King Arthur’s court”. Of course!