Dudesnbots
Instant Submission
Jetstorm streaked over the immaculate metallic state of Kaon toward its menacing capitol, Kolkular. Jetstorm soared with his afterburn on in a world of self indulgence. It's not that Jetstorm looked even once at the Cybertronians down below. The thought never even occurred to him. He just assumed that they were all looking up at him and he intended on putting on a show.
As he screamed toward the capitol, a city completely separated from the surrounding landscape as it rested high above the surface on a twisted spindle of pipes, cables and conduits, he thought of what he would tell his superiors. He had slain his own aero-drones out of frustration and had no true justifiable explanation as to why he returned to Kolkular alone. He did not even get a visual on the intended target. Still, he took comfort in the knowledge that he was Jetstorm and Jetstorm was very good with words. It was a fact that he felt had kept him alive this far, for Jetstorm's confidence was only overshadowed by his arrogance.
Inside a command centre, Stellar Nova ordered a flight-door open. The commander of the Decepticon Pretenders, a Decepticon housed within an intimidating shell of technorganic flesh and bone named Skullgrin, hit a console that triggered large ceiling-mounted panels to slide open. As the door opened, Jetstorm streaked inside and transformed. He hovered in front of Stellar Nova above the ground, unwilling to let his feet be soiled by the surface. He looked back at the closing door.
Jetstorm: “You cut that one a little close Nova. It was almost like you didn't want to see me, but that's just ridiculous! So how have you been, baby?”
Stellar Nova had long grown accustom to Jetstorm's hubris and got to the point.
Stellar Nova: “You lost your drones?”
Jetstorm: “Drones? I never had any.”
Nova's metal brow furled.
Jetstorm: “Look sweetheart, you don't need to know what happened to my drones, ok? I call the shots around here.”
Suddenly the large armoured entrance door hissed open and Jetstorm's fuel froze.
Deathsaurus: “We both know that is a lie.”
The repulsor pads of Jetstorm instantly unfolded into his feet which gracefully fell to the ground at the unexpected entrance of the terrifying Destron. Behind the mighty Deathsaurus strode Megatron himself.
Jetstorm: “Magnificence! I had no idea...”
Megatron raised his hand and Jetstorm fell silent.
Megatron: “That is quite often the case Jetstorm. A fact that I am starting to find quite concerning, yes.”
Megatron and Deathsaurus strode face to face with Jetstorm. They acknowledged no one else in the room, not even Megatron's own mother.
Megatron: “The Destrons have alerted me to something I find most alarming Jetstorm. I am hoping that you might be in a position to help me. You see, both Gigatron and Deathsaurus have sensed a presence that appeared out of the blue at the same coordinates as the target site that you and your team had struck. So tell me Jetstorm, what did you see?”
Jetstorm paused for a moment. He could not reveal that he never approached the site, nor that he was responsible for sending the drones that did see the site offline.
Jetstorm: “Nothing out of the ordinary, your Mightiness. We just struck the target and left.”
Megatron narrowed his optics.
Megatron: “If you struck the target, then what happened to your team?”
Jetstorm could not be sure, but he felt as though the bladed wings of Deathsaurus twitched for an instant. The same bladed wings that decapitated both Galvatron and the father of the present Megatron shortly before the fabled Peace Treaty Signing. Jetstorm's feet merged and he began to hover just in case a fast getaway was required.
Jetstorm: “My team? They were... atacked... by the Autobot resistance.”
If Jetstorm could smile through his faceplate to punctuate his absent sincerity, he would have. Megatron held met his gaze, his mouth twisted in scepticism.
Megatron: “And you failed to report this while onsite?”
Jetstorm: “Comm-link was broke in the battle your Excellence. My automatic repairs had only just brought it back online.”
The Vehicon General flinched slightly at the guffaw of the massive Destron that stood behind Megatron. A brief bout of silence followed as Megatron considered Jetstorm's case.
Megatron: “You're smooth Jetstorm, yes. And time will test your honesty. Stellar Nova?”
Megatron turned to face Nova who stood at attention.
Megatron: “Contact Razorclaw and his Predacons. Send him to the coordinates that was Jetstorm's target. Let's see if they can confirm Jetstorm's recollection of events. Yes.”
Instant Submission
Jetstorm streaked over the immaculate metallic state of Kaon toward its menacing capitol, Kolkular. Jetstorm soared with his afterburn on in a world of self indulgence. It's not that Jetstorm looked even once at the Cybertronians down below. The thought never even occurred to him. He just assumed that they were all looking up at him and he intended on putting on a show.
As he screamed toward the capitol, a city completely separated from the surrounding landscape as it rested high above the surface on a twisted spindle of pipes, cables and conduits, he thought of what he would tell his superiors. He had slain his own aero-drones out of frustration and had no true justifiable explanation as to why he returned to Kolkular alone. He did not even get a visual on the intended target. Still, he took comfort in the knowledge that he was Jetstorm and Jetstorm was very good with words. It was a fact that he felt had kept him alive this far, for Jetstorm's confidence was only overshadowed by his arrogance.
Inside a command centre, Stellar Nova ordered a flight-door open. The commander of the Decepticon Pretenders, a Decepticon housed within an intimidating shell of technorganic flesh and bone named Skullgrin, hit a console that triggered large ceiling-mounted panels to slide open. As the door opened, Jetstorm streaked inside and transformed. He hovered in front of Stellar Nova above the ground, unwilling to let his feet be soiled by the surface. He looked back at the closing door.
Jetstorm: “You cut that one a little close Nova. It was almost like you didn't want to see me, but that's just ridiculous! So how have you been, baby?”
Stellar Nova had long grown accustom to Jetstorm's hubris and got to the point.
Stellar Nova: “You lost your drones?”
Jetstorm: “Drones? I never had any.”
Nova's metal brow furled.
Jetstorm: “Look sweetheart, you don't need to know what happened to my drones, ok? I call the shots around here.”
Suddenly the large armoured entrance door hissed open and Jetstorm's fuel froze.
Deathsaurus: “We both know that is a lie.”
The repulsor pads of Jetstorm instantly unfolded into his feet which gracefully fell to the ground at the unexpected entrance of the terrifying Destron. Behind the mighty Deathsaurus strode Megatron himself.
Jetstorm: “Magnificence! I had no idea...”
Megatron raised his hand and Jetstorm fell silent.
Megatron: “That is quite often the case Jetstorm. A fact that I am starting to find quite concerning, yes.”
Megatron and Deathsaurus strode face to face with Jetstorm. They acknowledged no one else in the room, not even Megatron's own mother.
Megatron: “The Destrons have alerted me to something I find most alarming Jetstorm. I am hoping that you might be in a position to help me. You see, both Gigatron and Deathsaurus have sensed a presence that appeared out of the blue at the same coordinates as the target site that you and your team had struck. So tell me Jetstorm, what did you see?”
Jetstorm paused for a moment. He could not reveal that he never approached the site, nor that he was responsible for sending the drones that did see the site offline.
Jetstorm: “Nothing out of the ordinary, your Mightiness. We just struck the target and left.”
Megatron narrowed his optics.
Megatron: “If you struck the target, then what happened to your team?”
Jetstorm could not be sure, but he felt as though the bladed wings of Deathsaurus twitched for an instant. The same bladed wings that decapitated both Galvatron and the father of the present Megatron shortly before the fabled Peace Treaty Signing. Jetstorm's feet merged and he began to hover just in case a fast getaway was required.
Jetstorm: “My team? They were... atacked... by the Autobot resistance.”
If Jetstorm could smile through his faceplate to punctuate his absent sincerity, he would have. Megatron held met his gaze, his mouth twisted in scepticism.
Megatron: “And you failed to report this while onsite?”
Jetstorm: “Comm-link was broke in the battle your Excellence. My automatic repairs had only just brought it back online.”
The Vehicon General flinched slightly at the guffaw of the massive Destron that stood behind Megatron. A brief bout of silence followed as Megatron considered Jetstorm's case.
Megatron: “You're smooth Jetstorm, yes. And time will test your honesty. Stellar Nova?”
Megatron turned to face Nova who stood at attention.
Megatron: “Contact Razorclaw and his Predacons. Send him to the coordinates that was Jetstorm's target. Let's see if they can confirm Jetstorm's recollection of events. Yes.”