Dragon Troubles (Tfp X Reader)

Chapter Twelve

At some point in the night Quill had fallen off the bed, woken up and than went to go sleep on the couch because he couldn't be bothered to make it back to his own room, I found him face first in the uncomfortable pillows- uncomfortable because their texture just felt too scratchy and always left prints on my skin whenever I leaned on it for too long. "God, we need new pillows." I mumbled, walking past the couch into the kitchen to make myself breakfast while my phone buzzed with notifications, I took it out while I was putting the egg carton on the counter and looked down to stare at the Discord icon popping up, the discord chat she made with her, Miko and Trix was active.

Rockin'N'Smashin you guys have any wool?

BasicBird Check the yh, the sheep farm I made, should be wool in there.

AlbeitSunny There's a wool farm now?

BasicBird Hell yeah, I grinded out last night and made shtuff I thought we needed.

I wondered how much Trix added while we were offline - actually, that meant they probably stayed up late building onto the base and making farms. God, did their dads not enforce bedtime? Than again, even Woodwin is lenient on how long they stay up during the weekends, a small crackling caught my attention and I quickly remembered I was making eggs, scrambling to grab the spatula I nearly knocked over a couple cups, not that anything was in them but I didn't want to bother picking them up.

I heard Woodwin briskly walk in, open the fridge, grab an apple, and chow down on it. "Eeggph," he said with a thumbs up when I turned to look at him, and then he was rushing out of the door.

With amusement, I turned back to my eggs.

"Hey kid," When Germaine entered the kitchen the moment I was done with the eggs, I nearly dropped them, he was silent on his feet that even the dragon- even Mitt didn't notice him. Actually, Mitt probably did, but Germaine isn't too much of a threat for him to care, I guess, I wonder if Woodwin let him in as he was heading to work. "Mind if we have a chat?"

"About the...Syndicate in the area? Woodwin already told me, how long will they be around anyway?"

"Not sure." Germaines accent was nice on the ears. "But that ain't what I was going to talk to ya about, wanted to talk about the recruitment shieeee- thing I mentioned."

With amusement, I placed my plate onto the table safely and turned to him. "Don't you kill people." It was more of a statement than a question.

"Only those who deserve it," Germaine replied. "It's a tough world out there. If you ain't the one to pull the trigger God knows who will, not sayin' you have to kill anyone."

"I don't see the benefit -"

Germaine raised a brow. "You get to meet people like you." People like me? I turned to stare curiously but skeptically, exactly like me or..."Well, maybe not exactly, you're a unique kid, so is everyone else."

I poked my eggs with a fork. "I'm Flattered." I replied.

"What I really mean is folks like you, who have a gift, an ability but unlike you they ain't got no home to return to, not like you do" Germaine tilted his head to the side. "Gotta appreciate the work Woodwin puts in to keep you safe. He gave up a lot for you, y'know?" Before he could give me a moment to ponder his words or reply, he placed a card down on the table. "You change your mind or need absolutely anything? Give me a call. " he walked out without another word.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to my food just as something vibrated in my pocket.

BasicBird Wanna come over?

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If he had known Soundwave had Laserbeak follow him, he probably would've been pressed, but, considering the evidence he now had to show to Lord Megatron, it was worth it.

The video of something so small turning into something so big and powerful was mysterious and...almost jaw dropping, it was illogical as Shockwave would put it, if he were here, the video had everyone watching it puzzled, Starscream was a bubbling mess, trying to justify logic over the proof they had just been shown and since Soundwave was the one to provide such evidence, Knockout had no need to convince him that the video hadn't been tampered with, because Soundwave was one of his most trusted. 

"Explanation on why it didn't attack you outright?"

"Well," Knockout began. "I don't think it wanted to fight me." It had wanted to get away from him.

Critical Optics scanned him throughly, and the moment he deemed the explanation satisfactory, he turned away as Starscream spoke, flabbergasted. "There has to be something wrong with the clip, M'Lord," he said desperately. "Tampered with, somehow, there is no plausible explanation for a simple meaningless human to be able to turn into a Predacon-"

"Dragon," all optics and screens turned to face Knockout, and the Medic shrunk down awkwardly, fake coughing into his hand. "The creature is organic, and Earth's version of Predacons have... many different names, like Griffins, Pheonix, and the one we see in the clip here is a dragon or Wyvern, not a Predacon."

The video paused on the face of the Dragon, jaws parted, pupils slitted and noise wrinkled into a snarl, the sound of the Dragon was still unlike anything from thr movies but than again the movies were purely what humans thought these creatures would sound like, they'd probably be disappointed of they knew how it actually sounded, you could tell there was no metal plating on the creature, just scales, organic material for a organic creature, a creature of Earth's own design not Cybertronian.

"Tampered." Starscream continued. "This is something ripped out from some human movie -"

"You doubt Soundwave?"

"I-"

"Best stay quiet." Megatron turned to stare at the screen once again right before Soundwave flickered it off. He turned to Knockout. "It'll be best to keep this...human from Autobot radar,"

Starscream blinked and swiftly turned, forgetting a moment later that he was supposed to stay quiet. "You're not thinking of bringing the human here as a pet, are you?"

Megatron didn't grace Starscream with a response. He just wanted for awknowlment from Knockout, who nodded his helm at the Warlord. "I will do my best, M'liege."

"Good." Megatron turned and simply walked out of the bridge without another word.

Not even to Starscream.