Transformers Drabbles

Dominance pt.1

Eyeing the gladiator she saw before her now...she didn't see what all the fuss was about. Sure he was BIG, but he doesn't seem that strong...

She was at the command center of the Nemesis. Megatron is currently talking with Shockwave about her sudden arrival. Looking none too pleased, she might add. With a sigh, she rolls her wings. She supposes she could understand this. A Predacon of her caliber was a lot to take in.

Though smaller than her mech counterpart by half and not nearly as "beefy"; her agility out rivals his three-to-one and can pull off aerial maneuvers that could make even Starscream bow in defeat!

'Wouldn't that be a sight.' Preening as she thought this to herself. Speaking of... she glances over at said SIC to find him nervously glaring her. Smiling internally, she huffs a small ball of smoke in his direction. This causes him to panic and stumble backwards over himself. She gives the equivalent of a chuckle before the grey warlord turns his attention back to her.

"So... you say she is just as deadly as her mech counterpart." He says gruffly.

'Well, duh!' She snarks. She feels the rumble of the predacon beside her; warning her to know her place. Ah, yes... her supposed "King". She scoffs at the large, yet useless, mech beside her as Megatron continues his conversation. 'It not like they understand what we say, you know.' She mumbles to herself. Predaking growls again, but she ignores him.

Glancing back to the warlord again, she let's her optics wander. She will admit, his scars only add to his appeal. The broad shoulders flowing down to a thin waist... He obviously keeps himself in peak physical shape. Good for keeping competition at bay. The thick, well-toned cabling of his back struts. Not a runner, but could easily overpower a mountain should he wish too... or even be the mountain. That tight aft...

she gives a low purr, tail twitching.

'That aft.'

A choking, almost grinding, sound from next to her startles not only her but the rest of the room as well. Turning she see the horrified and angered look of the so called "King".

'What?' She mildly raises a brow.

'You dare look at another in front of your King?!' He growls out. Taking a step forward threateningly. She stands her ground, optic twitching at the insinuation.

Oh... oh, no. He did NOT just go there!

'You are NOT my sire! Let alone my KING!' She screeches back, 'You have no right to choose whom I deem attractive OR worthy of being my partner!'

He lets lose a scream. Her audios press back as she prepares for an attack; a hiss being her only warning against the larger mech.

He swings his claws in anger, immediately regretting the decision as she not only side-steps the attack, but dives forward towards is neck cables. She bites down with planned precision; many of the smaller wires are cut though major cables are left intact. He roars as she quickly sprints back, giving him a chance to back off. She doesn't want him dead, but she wants him to hurt. She glares at him as he bellows at her. How DARE this mech assume he was going to be her mate! She roars back in challenge, ready to fight again. For dominance! If he wanted to be her mate he must earn it!

Both predacons began their charge once again...

Only to be interrupted by pissed off ex-gladiator.

"ENOUGH!"

Megatron grabs the smaller of the two, quickly and easily pinning her to the ground while also punching Predaking across his snout. Shaking his helm, Predaking glares back at Megatron before emitting a low growl.

Meanwhile, the femme underneath was frantically trying to get up. Being trapped under the gladiator so soon after beginning a dominance match kicking off her basic fight, flight or freeze instincts. Her claws scratching at the floor of the Nemesis she tries puffing up her wings and screeches angrily when she is ignored.

"Shockwave! Separate your creations before I separate their helms from their chassis!" He yelled. Shockwave briskly taking Preadaking out of the command center. Starscream quickly following, for once not on the receiving end of his masters anger.

Deciding to take matters into her own hands. She draws back her rear claws and furiously rakes them down the warlords chassis. He howls! Briefly releasing her, allowing her time to wiggle up off the floor, and escape back some distance.

Her back to a wall she regains some composure; taking in the damage she has dealt. Megatron now had four new gashes across his frame. Though shallow, energon still beads the surface of the wounds. Though he was not her intended target, she was proud to show the sharpness of her claws against a strong opponent.

To say she were smug was an understatement.

Megatron, however, was livid.

As he stood back too his full height, optics full of a darkening rage he glares in her direction, she felt the smallest bit of fear and regret at angering this titan. However, she could no longer back down from this challenge. Her primal instincts would not let her.

Though unintentional, he had disrupted the fight as another competitor; a suitor. By succeeding in driving away Predaking, he unknowingly put himself into the ring as potential mate. Sending out another warning hiss and curling her body into a 'U'-shape, she prepares herself for an attack.

Megatron began to stalk around her, strategizing possible plans of attack. This was not the first time he has fought wild beasts. In fact, back in the pits of Kaon he fought much larger creatures than her. More than once, in fact. Pits, he even fought an entire HIVE of insecticons for the crowds amusement!

Looking at the, what he considers, scrawny excuse of a predacon, he let out a scoff. He trusts the scientist's words, but can hardly believe that this small thing could be a threat. As she hisses at him again a thought occurs, and he lets a smirk cover his faceplates.

'Maybe I should test her myself.'