TF english fic
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okami_huTitle: Spark of Conceit
Continuation: Umm, I'd say classic comic. Perhaps it'd fit into the G1 as well. Though, there are references to the AllSpark, the protoforms, and Megatron has his movie personality.
Chapters: 1/3
Rating: PG in this chapter
Pairings: OC/OC ('formers both), hint of Megatron/OC (slash couples)
Summary: Megatron is not pleased by how his plans progress and one of his trusted underlings decided to help the problem.
Disclaimer: Basically, if you recognize it, it belongs to Marvel, Hasbro, and several dozens of nutty Japanese. If you can't recognize it, it's mine.
Notes: Unbeta-ed. Squint if something in the grammar is amiss. Or better, point it out that I could correct.
"Spark Mother", that's just a pretty term for femmebots. I've spent some time thinking about Transformer procreation, and made up my own version. It's all about creating a new Spark. Females are able to merge theirs with their partner's, and this contact produces a new Spark, which is placed into a protoform body. Those with the Creation Matrix can produce new Sparks on their own, it just costs a LOT of energy. Any more question about this issue, just ask; though a few things will be explained in the 2nd chapter as well.
~~~
"Are you sure about this...?"
Powertrip, despite his most menacing appearance and the Decepticon mark on his mighty chest, had never been anything to his chosen mate but a gentle, caring, protective lover. It was almost laughable. He was one of their best fighters, tall, strong, lethal, and loyal to a fault. His firepower almost rivaled Megatron's own, and albeit Powertrip wasn't the brightest mind ever, he was unquestionably a valuable addition to the rebel fraction. With his outstanding abilities, he became one of the pillars of the upcoming new order.
But right now, he was not a trusted general, not a warrior. He was a lover filled with doubt about what they were just about to try to accomplish. The act was considered an abomination by old Cybertronian rules and though Powertrip spat on the old law, this particular prohibition made sense to him. They were about to cross Primus himself.
His lover – Powertrip noticed, how much he changed since he became obsessed with this idea – snuggled closer, optics appearing slightly dim. "Stop worrying," he purred, and his voice had its unique effect on the taller mech. "We'll succeed."
Powertrip ran his hands down on his mate's back and he smiled faintly as the smaller, more slender form began to tremble from the touch. Some of the changes were... beneficial.
"Let's do it then."
~~~
Today appeared to be one of Megatron's bad ones – he was easily irritated, he grumbled a lot and was generally insufferable. Hadn't he been their brilliant and powerful leader, the soon-to-be Decepticons would have just left the citadel and seen to their favorite past-time activities instead of building weaponry from scratch, stocking enegron cubes and planning the invasion of the city states.
Only Powertrip and Ego were brave enough to confront Megatron any time – the first being calm and rather durable and the latter utterly captivating. Ego, with his sleek body and remarkably skilled vocal circuits was the best information gatherer and interrogator. He didn't need to be brutal to his victims – he knew how to enchant them, and his delicate hands were quite convincing once they touched some unfortunate mech, as they were fitted with numerous little clever and merciless torturing devices. He knew where to touch, and his allure could even overpower the rebel leader at times.
"You seem to be troubled, Lord Megatron," he cooed, leaning over the chair's back the leader currently occupied. "You can tell us what disturbs you."
"Yes, my Lord," Powertrip nodded firmly. "If we can help, just say so, and we'll do everything you desire."
A fleeting smile passed Megatron's face – it pleased him to be called 'lord', and he also knew he could trust these mechs.
"Our progress does not satisfy me," he said finally, leaning back, and reaching up to gently cup Ego's face. The spy purred. "Our troops are still too small, and we cannot risk an early attack. We'll need to wait until more Sparks join our cause." He stood up and started to pace, stressing his words with a few elegant gestures. "We can obtain protoforms, and a Spark Mother is on our side, however, she's at her limits. Creation takes a lot out of her, so we can strike her out for a good while. Needless to say, this annoys me greatly. By… what's the word… 'breeding' our own warriors, who are infused with our ideals since their first second of existence is a great advantage, but without Sparks, we obviously cannot acquire such loyal followers – not that I'd want to lessen the value of the loyalty of others," he turned and nodded toward the other two.
"We could capture more Spark Mothers," Powertrip offered, with a hint of uncertainty, though – he knew well, that Spark Mothers were just as powerful as the rest of the mech society, and they were highly respected by all. Not to mention the delicate question of consent. When a Spark Mother refused to Create, there was no Spark.
"Or we could lure them here, win them over." Ego practically draped himself over the chair, in a pose just a touch more lewd than proper. "Perhaps even there's the possibility to obtain the Matrix... Or somebody holding it."
"You know that's nearly impossible." Megatron's voice was cool. "To obtain the power of the AllSpark, I'd need an army I do not have yet. And only the most outstanding leaders – you know, noble and generous and forgiving and possessing a load of other wonderful qualities – are given the ability to create life. Regrettably, though wholly understandably, I'm not one of them. Moreover, capturing such an individual would result in revealing our true goal. We cannot afford that, not yet."
"Then, I suppose," Ego squirmed like a techno-lizard, it was a miracle he didn't fall over "it is time for a little propaganda, not, my lord?"
"Quite right," Megatron agreed and he walked back to his chair. "I already have a few ideas, and you might prove to be quite useful in my plan, Ego." His fingers slipped to the spy's neck, stroking, stimulating the sensitive electronic layer, which surrounded every transformer's body. Ego moaned from delight, and Megatron's optics regarded his general. Everybody knew the vicious little interrogator and the merciless killing machine had a bond deeper than usual comradeship.
But Powertrip didn't move, didn't frown. In fact, he was smiling distantly, probably the sounds his lover was making delighted him. Megatron grinned. He'd have hated to destroy his capable general because of petty rivalry.
"Go now. I will call for you when the plans are finalized," The leader ran a thumb over the vocal module of Ego and stepped back, turning fully to Powertrip. "Send Shockwave and Illusion to me and tell Oceanborn to rest herself out properly. Anybody who dares to bother her, will have to face dire consequences. Then, you're both free for the rest of the day."
The mechs saluted and left.
~tbc~
Continuation: Umm, I'd say classic comic. Perhaps it'd fit into the G1 as well. Though, there are references to the AllSpark, the protoforms, and Megatron has his movie personality.
Chapters: 1/3
Rating: PG in this chapter
Pairings: OC/OC ('formers both), hint of Megatron/OC (slash couples)
Summary: Megatron is not pleased by how his plans progress and one of his trusted underlings decided to help the problem.
Disclaimer: Basically, if you recognize it, it belongs to Marvel, Hasbro, and several dozens of nutty Japanese. If you can't recognize it, it's mine.
Notes: Unbeta-ed. Squint if something in the grammar is amiss. Or better, point it out that I could correct.
"Spark Mother", that's just a pretty term for femmebots. I've spent some time thinking about Transformer procreation, and made up my own version. It's all about creating a new Spark. Females are able to merge theirs with their partner's, and this contact produces a new Spark, which is placed into a protoform body. Those with the Creation Matrix can produce new Sparks on their own, it just costs a LOT of energy. Any more question about this issue, just ask; though a few things will be explained in the 2nd chapter as well.
~~~
"Are you sure about this...?"
Powertrip, despite his most menacing appearance and the Decepticon mark on his mighty chest, had never been anything to his chosen mate but a gentle, caring, protective lover. It was almost laughable. He was one of their best fighters, tall, strong, lethal, and loyal to a fault. His firepower almost rivaled Megatron's own, and albeit Powertrip wasn't the brightest mind ever, he was unquestionably a valuable addition to the rebel fraction. With his outstanding abilities, he became one of the pillars of the upcoming new order.
But right now, he was not a trusted general, not a warrior. He was a lover filled with doubt about what they were just about to try to accomplish. The act was considered an abomination by old Cybertronian rules and though Powertrip spat on the old law, this particular prohibition made sense to him. They were about to cross Primus himself.
His lover – Powertrip noticed, how much he changed since he became obsessed with this idea – snuggled closer, optics appearing slightly dim. "Stop worrying," he purred, and his voice had its unique effect on the taller mech. "We'll succeed."
Powertrip ran his hands down on his mate's back and he smiled faintly as the smaller, more slender form began to tremble from the touch. Some of the changes were... beneficial.
"Let's do it then."
~~~
Today appeared to be one of Megatron's bad ones – he was easily irritated, he grumbled a lot and was generally insufferable. Hadn't he been their brilliant and powerful leader, the soon-to-be Decepticons would have just left the citadel and seen to their favorite past-time activities instead of building weaponry from scratch, stocking enegron cubes and planning the invasion of the city states.
Only Powertrip and Ego were brave enough to confront Megatron any time – the first being calm and rather durable and the latter utterly captivating. Ego, with his sleek body and remarkably skilled vocal circuits was the best information gatherer and interrogator. He didn't need to be brutal to his victims – he knew how to enchant them, and his delicate hands were quite convincing once they touched some unfortunate mech, as they were fitted with numerous little clever and merciless torturing devices. He knew where to touch, and his allure could even overpower the rebel leader at times.
"You seem to be troubled, Lord Megatron," he cooed, leaning over the chair's back the leader currently occupied. "You can tell us what disturbs you."
"Yes, my Lord," Powertrip nodded firmly. "If we can help, just say so, and we'll do everything you desire."
A fleeting smile passed Megatron's face – it pleased him to be called 'lord', and he also knew he could trust these mechs.
"Our progress does not satisfy me," he said finally, leaning back, and reaching up to gently cup Ego's face. The spy purred. "Our troops are still too small, and we cannot risk an early attack. We'll need to wait until more Sparks join our cause." He stood up and started to pace, stressing his words with a few elegant gestures. "We can obtain protoforms, and a Spark Mother is on our side, however, she's at her limits. Creation takes a lot out of her, so we can strike her out for a good while. Needless to say, this annoys me greatly. By… what's the word… 'breeding' our own warriors, who are infused with our ideals since their first second of existence is a great advantage, but without Sparks, we obviously cannot acquire such loyal followers – not that I'd want to lessen the value of the loyalty of others," he turned and nodded toward the other two.
"We could capture more Spark Mothers," Powertrip offered, with a hint of uncertainty, though – he knew well, that Spark Mothers were just as powerful as the rest of the mech society, and they were highly respected by all. Not to mention the delicate question of consent. When a Spark Mother refused to Create, there was no Spark.
"Or we could lure them here, win them over." Ego practically draped himself over the chair, in a pose just a touch more lewd than proper. "Perhaps even there's the possibility to obtain the Matrix... Or somebody holding it."
"You know that's nearly impossible." Megatron's voice was cool. "To obtain the power of the AllSpark, I'd need an army I do not have yet. And only the most outstanding leaders – you know, noble and generous and forgiving and possessing a load of other wonderful qualities – are given the ability to create life. Regrettably, though wholly understandably, I'm not one of them. Moreover, capturing such an individual would result in revealing our true goal. We cannot afford that, not yet."
"Then, I suppose," Ego squirmed like a techno-lizard, it was a miracle he didn't fall over "it is time for a little propaganda, not, my lord?"
"Quite right," Megatron agreed and he walked back to his chair. "I already have a few ideas, and you might prove to be quite useful in my plan, Ego." His fingers slipped to the spy's neck, stroking, stimulating the sensitive electronic layer, which surrounded every transformer's body. Ego moaned from delight, and Megatron's optics regarded his general. Everybody knew the vicious little interrogator and the merciless killing machine had a bond deeper than usual comradeship.
But Powertrip didn't move, didn't frown. In fact, he was smiling distantly, probably the sounds his lover was making delighted him. Megatron grinned. He'd have hated to destroy his capable general because of petty rivalry.
"Go now. I will call for you when the plans are finalized," The leader ran a thumb over the vocal module of Ego and stepped back, turning fully to Powertrip. "Send Shockwave and Illusion to me and tell Oceanborn to rest herself out properly. Anybody who dares to bother her, will have to face dire consequences. Then, you're both free for the rest of the day."
The mechs saluted and left.
~tbc~
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Date: 2007-07-29 12:59 pm (UTC)Megatron pedig... XDD Nem tudom, hogy mindig is tisztában volt azzal, hogy nem ő a második megváltó? :D Regrettably, though wholly understandably, I'm not one of them. Mert ez a mondata itt rendes önismerettel ruházza fel. (Vagy ez az a movie!személyiség, amit mondtál?:) )
Amúgy alig várom, hogy legyen köv chapter. :D
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Date: 2007-07-29 01:49 pm (UTC)Umm. Marvel!Megatron még egészen normálisan kezdett, aztán viharos gyorsasággal átment pszihóba, és akkor magára robbantott egy űrhidat. G1 Megatron soha nem is volt normális - remek ötletei voltak, amik egészen odáig működtek, amíg az Autobotok fel nem ütötték rút fejüket a környéken, de emellett tipikus pszihó overlord volt - "With the unlimited energy I will obtain from the destruction of Earth, I shall RULE THE UNIVERSE!!11" Movie! Megatron szintén egy kegyetlen zsarnok, de van stílusa. Elegáns, higgadt és könyörtelen.
Megs ebben a sztoriban tudatosan készül arra, h belőle evil overlord lesz, aki uralni fogja a világot. Ehhez természetesen át kell gázolnia az összes puhány autoboton, de hát "nincs áldozat, nincs győzelem". Jelenleg még egy ravasz vezér éleslátásával gondolkodik, józanul mérlegel, és nem átall kedves is lenni, ha abból előnye származik (Marvel!Megs is megjegyezte eccer: "Ha rablógyilkosokkal vettettem volna körül magam, nem maradhattam volna ilyen sokáig hatalmon."). Persze, a lehetőség, hogy megkergül a hatalomtól, még itt is fennáll, de a sztori csak három csapter, és nem Megs áll a fókuszban. ^^