Hey everyone! I've finally got up and made my first Fanfic! So I hope you all enjoy it and that it takes your mind off the end of Transformers Animated, but hey! We all gotta keep looking forward to the future and know that another great series is coming one day or another! __________________________________________________________________ Night. ..... Well, not exactly, it was more of an A.M sort of time but it was still dark out he knew that. He wanted to be out before those Trash-bots decided to swipe all the good stuff. The orange garbage truck skidded around the corner and checked his surroundings. No lights, no people, no cars...perfect! There was a quiet clanking of machinery and circuits popping and sliding into place, and standing there was a giant metal being who's name was.... "I am Wreck-Gar!" He proclaimed loudly to nobody, he just liked the sound of his own voice, though one had to admit, he was probably still astounded that he could even speak at all. He used to be various odds-and-ends rotting in a garbage boat. Wreck-Gar tilted his head to one side as he clicked a button on the side of his helmet and adjusted the antennae above it until a radio station came into, somewhat fuzzy, but clear focus. He walked from house to house tossing garbage bags into his "backpack" humming the song "Piano Man" to a slightly different tune. He danced around and juggled the garbage bags to his own amusement and accidentally knocked over a fire hydrant. An idea popped into his processor as the water droplets fell around him. He uprooted a small tree and held it like an umbrella. "~I'm siiiiiingiing in the raaaiinn!! Siiiiingiiing in the raaaaiiinnn!!~" He danced around and kicked high in the air. Once he was bored of that he stuck the tree, a little lopsided, into the ground. He started to strut back down the street (optics closed) only to run into a large flashing sign. "Road closed due to Decepticons. Will be repaired after debris is cleared..." Wreck-Gar grinned. Debris?! I might actually find something good tonight after all! He thought to himself as he leaped as lightly as a giant robot could, over the blockade stopping cars from entering the street. He swung his head from side to side looking for the "debris" but as far as he's seen, no "debris" was scanned by his optics. He sighed sadly and was about to turn back when something reflected the light from the streetlamps out the corner of his optic. He approached the rather large shape cautiously, he dug around in his pack and found a good-sized wooden plank and struck it hard against the concrete where it splintered. "Awwww...that wasn't like in the movies....it was supposed to catch on fire...." He searched a little more until he found a tiny, human-sized flashlight. The small pinprick passed across a battle torn face who's optics had lost their luster long ago in the great war, his once shiny coat of paint was now a dull,chipped and tattered gray. Wreck-Gar smiled and shook the body's wing "Hey there buddy! This is no place to rest! How about some nice...GARBAGE!" The body dropped back to the ground with a dull thud! Wreck-Gar scratched his chin, who on....wherever this place was...wouldn't like garbage? He snapped his fingers. "I know what you need! How about a makeover!" He conjured a large bottle and rag from the depths of his storage and poured it on the gray form. The liquid seeped deep down into the cracks, bonding like metal and miraculously repairing as it trickled into his circuitry. "Yup! Good thing I kept those nano-whatchamajiggers! That little blue thing sure did something to them!" He smiled as he observed his work and he shook the body again...still nothing! He sat down and tapped his head...what to do...what to do...Well....why don't you see if that little blue thing doesn't work again?! He opened a special compartment on his arm where he kept all the tiny little odds and trinkets he found lying about and took out the small blue crystal. He frowned once he remembered the little talk about this...erm...Allspark fragment! Yeah...that's it, Allpark fragment, with Ratchet, it apparently kept him alive and he couldn't give it away. He frowned again but his sadness quickly faded, very carefully he snapped the small fragment in two and placed half inside a small compartment on the other bot's head.... ___________________________________________________________________ 8/ Hrm....I'll leave it up to you readers! Shall I continue or should I just leave off and stick to photocomics? You choose! (And corrective criticism is very welcome )
Hah! Wreck-Gar cannot die! The AllSpark fragment gave him a spark and he no longer needs the fragment! 8D YAY STARSCREAM! He is much obliged and will be Wreck-Gars fwiend. :3 Ooo, more! More!
You flatter me! Go ahead and use whatever you want __________________________________________________________________ Starscream slowly regained consciousness one system at a time, he opened his optics and let them adjust to the light that was being pointed at his face, was it the sun? No....too small for that....he blinked and slowly listened to his own metallic breathing. He had to breathe, not unlike humans, because such a large piece of machinery needed to take in something as to not overheat, water or air. He did what he always did after being knocked out in battle, first he tried to listen to his own spark-beat, it always assured him that he was alive. He sighed and waited a few moments....nothing?! But-? Then his memories slowly crept their way back into his processor. He didn't have a spark. He flexed his claws in the concrete rubble beside him and looked around dumbly, his systems were still waking up. "Hey there! I thought you'd never wake up!" Starscream's red optics drifted up to the face of the figure in front of him. "Wh-who the frag're you?...." He asked almost drunkenly. "I am Wreck-Gar! I am a hero!" Starscream sat up and squinted, "Whaddaya want? Can't ya shee I'm *yawn* shleeping here?" Wreck-Gar shook his head from side to side "I don't think you were sleeping, you were out like a light! All gray and beaten up. But I! Wreck-Gar saved you!" He pointed excitedly at the blue fragment in the other bot's forehead. Starscream felt his forehead clumsily. "You....said I was gray?" Starscream looked up....yes...he remembered now, he had felt something pulling on the Allspark fragment in his forehead, he had wanted to go the other way, watch the city be taken by a bomb which he knew he would survive the explosion. The pull had become too great and pulled the fragment from him. His thrusters quit and he fell, watching the fragment fly off towards Sumdac tower, his thread holding him to the world of the living. Then it was all falling....he didn't even remember hitting the ground, only that when he knew there was ground under him it had felt just so...soft and he felt so tired....his entire life, everything had felt like just one long day, and he needed rest, he deserved rest, just sleep. Starscream stared almost dreamily off into space, the stars...they were beautiful tonight, he was still tired,yes, but he no longer wanted to sleep for eternity. From what he remembered death didn't have stars. Then he realized that the other bot had sat down next to him "Whatcha staring at?!" Starscream glared, his energon reserves were too low to fire right now, he sneered at the red Autobot symbol on the other's chest. He might as well use this simpleton for now, gather information in the morning, stay one more night, take the last fragment, and move out to gather the rest of the Decepticons, after all, he was the true leader. Starscream was back in the game. "Oh..." He yawned "I'm so tired. If only someone could give me a place to stay..." Wreck-Gar's optics lit up with joy "Follow me roomy! I know where the Autobot base is! There are plenty of extra rooms! One for Wreck-Gar and one for...erm....what-what do they call you?" Starscream smiled pleasantly. "The name's Starscream. And I'd absolutely love to come stay at the Autobot base."
No...no they're not! Which means.... The computers are unprotected.... Which gives access to files..... Autobot files...... to Autobots....
You mean they didn't purge the files before they left. Guess they had no time in all the rush to get back to Cybertron. One day, I'd love to see that Autobots do everything right...ah...who am I kidding? I am truely enjoying this A-G. Hope there is more where it came from!
__________________________________________________________________ Starscream's red optics scanned the room intently. What a dump. But his moonbase wasn't that clean either. Maybe he should do that, the humans did say that cleanliness was next to godliness.... Starscream sighed and shook his head. Maybe he was more tired than he thought. "So whaddaya think?! Pretty spiffy huh?" Starscream gritted his teeth as the annoyingly cheerful voice entered his receptors. Painfully he put a grin on his face. "It's very....nice." Wreck-Gar clapped in delight. "Come on buddy!" He said grabbing his arm, "Let's get some Energon to perk us up! After all, we have a whole day of fun stuff to do together!" Starscream frowned, Great. Now I have to spend the day with this nitwit. Oh joy. Wreck-Gar pushed Starscream onto one of the makeshift chairs and skipped off to the kitchen. Starscream looked about the darkened room, through the window he could see the sky turning from a dark abyss to the gray of a new morning. Starscream yawned and stood up, out of the corner of his optic he noticed a large screen. Exactly what he was looking for! He snuck over to the screen and typed in a few codes with his sharpened claws. The screen flashed. [......ERROR. IMPROPER IDENTIFICATION CODES....] Starscream scowled at the screen and clicked a few more buttons on the keyboard. The screen flashed again [....SECONDARY PASSWORD REQUIRED] "Secondary password? What the frag! Autobots, those idiots, do they ever think that if their second in command were to go offline that their files would be lost forever?" He stroked his chin and thought of what code would properly hack the computer without deleting any files. "Hey there-!" Wreck-Gar had come out of nowhere and slapped Starscream on his shoulder, the startled seeker activated his thrusters. But unlike in the Decepticon bases he'd been in in the past Autobot bases had lower ceilings than expected. CRUNCH! Wreck-Gar stepped to his side to avoid some falling plaster. A floor above him Starscream frowned in the darkness and wished that he could facepalm, but he couldn't seeing that his head was stuck in the ceiling. "Hey Screamer!" Called Wreck-Gar "What're you doing up there?" Starscream rolled his optics "Just get me down!" Wreck-Gar laughed. "If you want down then why'd you go up their in the first place?" Starscream growled "I didn't get stuck on purpose!" He tried to pull himself out but failed in doing so. "Just get me down!" Wreck-Gar shook his finger "No can do! What's the magic word?" "Get me down from here you NO GOOD AUTOBOT SPARK FRAGGER!!!!" Wreck-Gar laughed "I don't know where you learned your magic words but those aren't it!" Starscream growled "Please get me down!" Wreck-Gar smiled and leapt up to grab ahold of one of Starscream's thrusters and pulled. "Ow! Not so hard! Not so hard!" Wreck-Gar pulled Starscream's body free from the ceiling and onto the ground floor. But there was one problem. Starscream was also still in the ceiling. Starscream flinched as he heard his body fall to the floor with a loud clang. It was going to be a looooooonnnggg day.
She's on Cybertron though. Wreck-Gar is probably the only alien robot in Detroit right now. 'Cept maybe Slipstream...
Just a short little update, not much but something to do because I'm BBBBOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEDDDDDD!! ___________________________________________________________________ Starscream's optic twitched. He couldn't take any more of this, he thought back to the time on Cybertron when he had become a prisoner of war, but not even the torture there could top what this bot could dish out. I swear! If this bot say one more thing I'm gonna- "Hey Screamer!" Asked Wreck-Gar in his usual cheerful way "Did you ever notice how much you sound like Spongebob?" He laughed "Actually if this was a cartoon I bet you'd have the same voice actors!" Starscream smashed his head repeatedly into the wall beside him, He didn't know if he could take much more of this torture, it would be best if he just yanked the fragment right outta his head..........Actually..... Starscream opened the small panel on his forehead and got a firm grip on the fragment. Well, I never did want to live forever anyway He pulled hard. "Ow,ow, ow! Grr! I..Grr. Remember this being a lot easier last time!" He hopped around pulling and yanking on the small fragment in his head, eventually falling into the river. Starscream's optics widened No! I must be in Pit and this is my torture! Wwwhhyyyyyy?! Why couldn't it have been fire?! Wreck-Gar latched onto his "friend's" wing and pulled him out of the water. "Come on buddy! It's time to get back to the base! I've got a few things you might like!" "Eep!" Starscream dug his claws into the concrete but was mercifully dragged off to the Autobot base. Well, look at it this way, now it can go nowhere but up
Meybe XD But at least I give him what he wants Starscream: I want out of here. Now. Everything except that
........ ooooooo....that sounded wrong didn't it I don't mean that! BAD IMAGES!! D: Starscream: *stares at the sentence for a few seconds* ....I don't get it He'll get it eventually _______________________________________________________________ Starscream stared sadly at his poor claws, his desperate attempts at escape had dulled them down, making them exactly like any other mech's hands. He glared at the back of the other mech's head as he was rummaging through the cabinets of the abandoned Autobot base. Quietly as possible Starscream snuck to the other room and around the corner, trying to find any place possible to hide, once Wreck-Gar gave up looking for him he would fly off to his moonbase to recalculate his plans. He walked down maze-like hallways until the only lights were his red optics. Then the panel on his forehead opened and the small glowing, blue fragment started to try and pull away from him. Starscream's optics widened in sheer terror, he wasn't ready yet! He still had so much to accomplish! Starscream clamped his hands to his forehead as the fragment led him into a small room with various medical tools lining the walls. The fragment relented and the panel on his forehead closed. Starscream looked around faintly impressed by the improvised equipment. "A medical bay? Why would...." His scanners rested on a large box of scrap metal and spare parts. He sauntered over and rummaged through the box, as a Decepticon they really didn't have any medical experts, so they had to learn almost as soon as they came online, how to repair themselves. "Primus, there's enough parts in here for three other bots!.....wait a moment.....three other bots...." _______________________________________________________________ Starscream: .........0_o No.....just...no.
