Transformers Prime - Hazy

Clashing Shards . . .

Megatron: “WHAT IN THE PIT? BOMBSHELL WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?”

    He leapt up and turned, facing Bombshell in all his rage and frustration. Where was his true form? Where was the body he used to fight through the pits of Iacon? This one was pitiful, to say the least. He growled at a thought that bugged the back of his processor.

    “You’re almost kind of comical. You’re so small, so fragile and so easy to snap in half.”

Megatron scowled at the brief memory; when he’d captured that human girl and used her to lure Optimus right into his grasp. And yet he’d been thwarted by some clumsy, arrogant, over-eager femme who’d landed on Earth not long before that. And Tracy had died in a car accident not long after. He was just as weak as her now. No. He was still better. He had his metal, internal enforcements. He was still superior to humans. He would always be superior to those silly humans.

BS: “I saved your life . . .”

    She sneered, obviously not too delighted in that fact. He couldn’t piece together why it was always such with her. She walked over and slid a slim finger under his chin.

BS: “After that scout drove a blade through your spark. You see, I broke free of the Unconscious Plane where my sister kept me imprisoned. And you’ll be glad to know that I alone killed your wretched pet and blew their current base off the face of the Earth! Now that my sister is in current hibernation, I used my present control to bring you and your followers back as . . . more of my type.”

    Angel was indeed hibernating. Saving Red’s life had come at a tremendous cost to her energy and while she was currently out, she couldn’t control the UP, leaving the ownership open. But just because she wasn’t all there, didn’t mean she wasn’t monitoring her sister’s every move. It was the Unconscious Plane for a reason, and it would always be her domain. She watched through a gate; well, her spirit did. She scowled; Bombshell had even brought Breakdown and Airachnid into the mix.

    StarScream’s battle suit mimicked his Cybertronian paint job, with stiletto-heeled boots. Attempting to find any humor in this, Angel thought to herself about what a femme he still appeared to be. His silver hair was combed back, a single red strip accenting it. Red eyes sat in his skull.

    KnockOut was adorned in a red battle suit, a cape gracefully hanging from his shoulders. Angel rolled her eyes and thought of what a stereotypical superhero he looked like, and what kind of mayhem it would cause if his cursed cape ever got caught in, say, a jet engine? He had red hair that mimicked Red’s, though a shade darker. His eyes remained red as well.

    BreakDown’s battle suit was a bulky metallic blue, an eye patch covering his left eye as it had in his Cybertronian body. Angel mused on how he appeared like your stereotypical pirate with that patch, and if he would ever pirate his old partner’s new, human-esque body . . . His hair appeared silver, and a bandana was wrapped around his skull. Golden eyes.

    ShockWave had long black hair, which Angel found fairly amusing given his small Cybertronian, oval-shaped helm before, and he wore a visor. It hid his eyes from everyone around him, though a single electronic, red optic gazed at them. A black labcoat rested over his black and purple battlesuit. She presumed that beneath the visor, his true eyes were red as well.

    Airachnid wasn’t much better. She had short, yet reasonably styled, black hair. Six robotic legs stuck out from her battle suit, which was purple and black, though highlighted with yellow. Purple eyes. Angel couldn’t help thinking about how she looked more like a bug than ever, and hoped that maybe a giant fly swatter would be all they needed to take care of her.