Transformers Prime - Hazy

Clashing Shards . . .

Mira: "That is Bombshell's twin. She is on our side! You do not need to fear."

Jasmine sighed, pulling Sunny into her arms again, holding her tightly.

Jasmine: "It's okay, Hon . . . She's with us . . . Angel's a good one. Maybe not always, but she is now. I promise she's on our side, okay?"

Angel just blinked, examining Jasmine intently, as though something were suddenly very interesting. Her eyes gave a faint glow and she smiled slightly, but then sent a glare Optimus's way.

Angel: "You and me. We need to talk. More like, I need to scold, and you need to listen. I've got a bone to pick with you, Mr. 'I'm so wise'. 'Cause you seem like an idiot to me right now."

The Prime frowned, tilting his head, utterly lost. She couldn’t believe it. Was he really so clueless? More importantly: was Jasmine? Her mind buzzed with questions, but with her lack of contact with them lately . . . She huffed under her breath, crossing her arms. Angel knew. But Orion and Jasmine didn’t.

Orion: "Excuse me?"

    The auburn-haired woman suppressed a groan. They had far more important things to worry about than a  lecture.

Jasmine: "No time! We need to take that piece of slag down today! As in, twenty minutes or less or we're all fragged!"

Nici: "Wait! How'd YOU know the timer was cut?!"

". . . WHAT?!" Everyone excilaimed. She chuckled nervously.

Nici: "Oh, nice going Nicolette."

She muttered. But that's when everything turned south. All of the sudden, the Predacon-like TOs began to growl, shriek and roar. Things certainly weren’t going their way today. And that was something they certainly didn’t need: more trouble.

Sia: "The hell?!"

Sia growled, eyes darting around rapidly, attempting to assess the situation.

Sia: "There's a sonic pulse! I can feel it!"

Nici: "Oh no not again . . ."

Nici looked around, just as they stepped from the darkness. The Decepticons. Apparently Primus, or whoever they were praying to, or supposed to be praying to, hadn’t heard their silent pleas for some sort of break or some aid.

Nici: "Oh . . . as if this wasn't easy enough!"

She counted all members, present and accounted for, PLUS drones. Jasmine bit her lip. She already hated them, but today, her rage just grew, seeing their arrogant faces. Their human faces. How on AllSpark had that even happened? Why were they techno-organic?

Angel knew. Angel knew all too well.

~~~

Megatron had woken in the middle of a crater, thirteen years ago. That was the first time he’d been conscious as his new self. He pushed himself from the ground, a low growl rumbling from his throat. He staggered slightly as he cursed under his breath and swore retribution to Optimus Prime, a swift, deadly kind.

???: “Oh, spare me!”

    That voice . . . He thought he’d been rid of her. Megatron scowled, turning to see her, but her height perplexed him. She was nearly as tall as he was. That wasn’t possible, it wasn’t logical, she was a lowly half-breed of a techno-organic and he was a blue-blooded Cybertronian. She apparently noticed the change in his expression and he swore she took an immense joy in it, though she swept it under the rug.

BS: “Prime’s long gone, Megs, and so are you! Have a look!”

    Megatron staggered from the crater and to a nearby stream. When he looked into the trickling waters, he didn’t see the metal, scarred faceplate he’d known all his life cycle. No, when he looked down, all he saw was a fleshy, soft human face. So was the rest of him. Human. Worse. A shameful mix of the two. A techno-organic. He touched the soft skin cautiously.