Twisted Threads
Title: Twisted Threads
Rating: Eventual NC-17
Warning: Slash, war, death, mentions of rape
Pairing: Various
Summary: Due to a space-bridge malfunction, universes collide. From bunny 1.
I played all Animated mechs, and Shade played all G1 mechs.
For once everything had been going smoothly. No sabotaged weapons of doom, no impromptu fight over command ruining the whole raid, in short Megatron could have been pleased with his army. Past tense being the important thing about the whole matter. One moment they had been returning to the Nemesis with energon, the next the sky above them had literally ripped open, revealing darkness and twisting chaos, sucking everything towards it that wasn't nailed down. Namely, them. It most likely said a lot about the current state of their war that the Decepticon leader wasn't really surprised. 'Well, slag.'
The battle was going exactly as planned. Well, the important parts, at least. Starscream was not supposed to show up in multiple. That had almost ruined everything. But hey, the Autobots were immobilized now, and most of the absurd Starscream clones had chosen to follow him... Megatron made a mental note to watch them. The the pit came to the pathetic planet they were on, in the form of the spacebridge randomly activating and dumping out an unknown number of mechs. There was an odd purple haze around where one of the Autobots had been, but Megatron was a little more concerned with the familiar looking stranger currently standing up and looking around in confusion.
While his processor was still attempting to label this particular incident on the disaster scale, his vocaliser was already going with the flow. "Decepticons! Assemble!" Most of his men were here by now- Wherever 'here' was. Of course this was the moment Starscream had to land more or less at his feet. Megatron ignored him and suppressed the urge to sigh. 'Wait just a darned click-' Apart from the fact that they seemed to have landed on yet another battlefield, that mech over there The silver mech's optics narrowed slightly. 'I need a new dimension on that disaster scale.'
His own call of "Decepticons, to me!" almost drown out the the call of the other silver mech. Looking over the new arrivals in the momentary lull, Megatron felt... very odd. Beside the silver mech, there was two fliers, a blue mech with buttons, three more fliers with cones for heads... and six construction mechs? And they all... all looked familiar... Well, almost all. With a mental shrug, Megatron raised his cannon. "Decepticons, attack!"
'Oh, this day is getting better and better.' They were almost even in matters of force and he was relatively sure his Decepticons would kick their counterparts' afts into the next millenium if needed but He had still no idea where they were, the terrain was definitely on the enemy's side (Had he just thought of himself as the enemy? Weird.) and there could be backup laying low behind the next corner, so- "Decepticons! Retreat!" They ended up fighting the other troops off anyway, but that had been to be expected. At least Starscream was keeping his vocaliser shut until now
And then they were gone, and the cavern, or what remained, was empty of everyone but his Decepticons. ... Everyone... "Who let the Autobots escape‽"
After Megatron's... well, no one was willing to call it a temper tantrum, they tentatively tried the spacebridge again. It didn't work, again. One mech was pulled through, as familiarly unknown as the earlier mechs, and with the same purple symbol. A lone yellow optic regarded the situation emotionlessly, and Megatron smiled.
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"What in the name of all unholy slag-" Skywarp was positive that something like this hadn't happened to him before. Ever. It happened to other people, people he played pranks on, but never to him. A faint sulking feeling settled in. It held until he had taken in enough of his surroundings to land his optics on a quivering black wing with purple sigils. The seeker cocked an optic ridge. "Alright, this is completely crazy."
"Please don't hurt me!" Skywarp was even more terrified than usual. The new mech was angry. Even worse, he looked like him! "I didn't mean to!"
"Oh, shut up!" Thundercracker bellowed, yell a little less than impressive since it was almost inaudible. He was shouting into rock, after all... "You are so pathetic... oh, the indignities I deal with...! That I have to put up with you, who are unworthy to even bask in my presence...!
"Is·he·always·like·this?
What·am·I·saying,·it·doesn't·matter,·I·have·to·tell·someone·and·I'm·still·trapped,·this·isn't·good. And·why·are·there·two·of·you?" the lone Autobot spoke rapidly, looking between the two purple Seekers.
Still staring at the three mechs (How in the pit had they gotten stuck in cement anyway?) Skywarp pulled a hand up to his com and activated it. "TC?"
-'Warp! Where the frag are you?-
"No idea, but you're never going to believe this."
"Are you daring to refer to my greatness by a demeaning nickname? Just who do you think you are‽" Thundercracker's shouts could barely be heard above Skywarp's whimpering and Blurr's rapid babble... "Shut up, Autobot!" Glaring, the Autobot did as told.
"No, I'm referring to my wingmate and you can go and take to that yourself!" The tell-tale sound of engaging warp machinery made him wrap a hand around the neck cables of the one that was, most likely, him and hiss. "You're going nowhere. Don't even think about it, sissy." Primus, was that really him? -I've got us some prisoners, gimme your co-ordinates already.-
"Eeep! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but you're scary...!" Skywarp didn't teleport, though. It would only make the other him more angry, and he just brought everyone he was touching, so he couldn't even use it to get away!
No, no, this was bad... Someone had to tell the Autobots about the spy! But... someone had to find out what was going on here... Blurr squirmed uselessly. It seemed he didn't have much choice...
"Scary." His faction mates would have a field day with this Tightening his grip a little, he engaged his own warp to the destination Thundercracker had given him. A crack later he found himself in the middle of the organized chaos he knew so well with more than one weapon pointed at him. "Nice to see you too, boltheads "
Skywarp, predictably, screamed. He would have teleported away, but the scary him was still holding on, and he wasn't scared, and they were going to get so slagged...
If he could, Thundercracker would have hidden. He wasn't able to do that, however, and settled for bluster. "Why are you inferior beings daring to aim weaponry at me?"
"Can·somebody·please·shut·them·up·and·get·me·out·of·this? I·really·have·no·idea·what's·going·on·and·ew·I·think·his·waste·tank·spung·a·leak. This·is·really·gross·guys·please,·please·let·me·out?" Blurr asked as pathetically as he knew how. He had never expected to be begging for help from... well, they looked like Decepticons.
Megatron took in the weird looking trio. Skywarp, his face plates sneering in disgust, the way the rest of his men were seemingly trying to decide whether to keep the weapons up or start laughing, and the only thing that kept him from facepalming was vorns of experience. And Starscream standing beside him. He'd rather be shot in the aft than show any weakness in front of the flier, partly because the second would most likely result in the first. "Get them out of that. I want the Autobot alone." The fliers didn't sound like they would be of much use anyway
"Please don't hurt me..." No one listened to the black and purple coward as they cut the three mechs free. Blurr honestly considered running, and he would have, but no-one ever let go of him... Ultimately, he was deposited spark alone knew where with a mech that very much resembled Megatron only... bulkier. Oddly enough, he was less frightening.
"I·don't·suppose·you'll·let·me·go?"
Only when he had the blue one alone, hanging between two of his Constructicons did it occur to the warlord how small he was. Not that all Autobots had ever been particularly big, but this was remarkable. 'Not important right now ' "No, but tell me what I want to know and I won't hurt you. The less you keep, the less Soundwave has to dig up in that processor of yours."
"Soundwave? That·toy?" That was the only Soundwave he had heard of... "But·I·thought·Optimus·Prime·destroyed·it?" Blurr wasn't actually very sure, he had been... a little busy... Blurr flushed in embarrassment, trying to remember that he was one of the Elite Guard, one of Longarm Prime's top operatives. Still... If these mechs fought against the others... that would be a good thing, right? "I·suppose·it·depends·on·what·you·want·to·know?"
"Toy?" Megatron was still blinking when Starscream had already recovered.
Indication of that was the x-rated laugh that was his first reaction. "Toy? I knew there had to be a reason you kept him around "
The warlord could almost feel his TIC's faceplates heating. Through the mask and all. "Shut up, you fool. As you well know he has many talents, none of which are the 'reason I keep him around'." The seeker was smart enough not to risk a whack to the helmet, and kept his further thoughts on the matter silent. Not that they weren't making Soundwave fidget anyway. The Decepticon leader tried to ignore it. "First of all, tell me about the situation here. What kind of joke was that back there?"
"That·doesn't·make·any·sense. Why·would·you·not·use·his·talents·and·why·is·he·- OhAllsparkno! Eeewww!" Blurr's already fast speech turned even faster when he worked out what the white and red Seeker was meaning. And now he was imaging it... Blurr tried desperately to control his wandering precessor. "Um·I·don't·know·what·you·mean·by·a·joke. That·was·the·Decepticons·and·they·had·just·caught·every·Autobot·on·Earth. I·don't·know·what·happened·to·them·because·I·wasn't·there·at·the·end·because·somebody·took·me·away."
"We were winning?" That contribution came from Scavenger, who looked as though his world had been unhinged. "I mean really?"
As soon as his second was dissolving in laughter (and occasional comments about how he would be more successful than his leader) Megatron risked a pained grimace. "We'll take his word for that. So that were your Decepticons? I presume the pathetic excuse for sparkling daycare group were the Autobots then?" Only when he had said it did he make a connection to their captive. All of them had been pretty small Maybe it was normal on this planet.
"Well,·I·mean,·they·aren't·exactly·you?" Blurr answered the surprised mech helping to hold him up. Poor mech looked shellshocked... "Yes,·those·are·the·leaders·and·most·of·what·remains·of·the·Decepticons. And·we're·not·sparklings! We·just·haven't·fought·much·but·Optimus·Prime·is·doing·a·pretty·good·job. For·being·a·spacebridge·repair·mech·and·never·expected·to·fight!" Blurr couldn't help but show some defensiveness. He'd been here, he'd seen what Optimus had to face daily, and they all did a very good job! They were still alive, after all.
"The leaders? Optimus Prime a repair mech?" Megatron could feel the beginnings of a processor ache blossoming inside his meta like cosmic rust. The only good thing about it was that if Starscream laughed any harder he would probably overheat enough to fall into stasis lock. It didn't look like they would be getting any answers they could make sense of from the mech. At least not this way Soundwave reacted to the thought alone, stepping behind their captive. "I advise you to relax, Autobot."
"But·but·but·I·did·what·you·said!" Blurr cried, thrashing a little. These Decepticons were pretty good at what they were doing, though, holding him without hurting him, and the young Autobot barely noticed the presence in his processor, pulling up memory files and reading every secret. It didn't hurt. Blurr didn't even fully realize what had happened, since Soundwave found almost no natural defenses in place.
As always, Megatron could tell as soon as his TIC was finished. He frowned. Normally Soundwave would have reported immediately, but he just stood there, looking disturbed. The Decepticon leader cleared his vocaliser, looking at his subordinate expectantly. Another moment of hesitation later he felt the familiar probe on his own mental shields and tried to give in to it. Memories, pictures and feelings washed over him. Slowly the bigger picture was starting to form, and it rendered him speechless.
Or would have, had Starscream not nudged him none to gently. "So?"
The only thing that would get past his vocaliser immediately was: "He is right, they are not us." Very clearly not. But the Autobot authorities were lacking just as much as his army's counterpart, obviously. Stepping forward the silver mech grabbed the Autobot's chin. "Blurr, is it? How old are you, youngling?"
He shivered a little, forced to look into pitiless red optics. Only... there was pity there. And something like concern. The silver mech suddenly didn't seem nearly as scary or distant, though Blurr still couldn't understand him. Why was he acting this way all of a sudden? "I'm·not·a·youngling! You·have·to·be·of·age·to·join·the·Elite·Guard!" Blurr nodded as well as he could, and tried not to pout. Just because he was younger than most at his level... His speed made him very valuable! "And·I·really·don't·know·what's·going·on·and·I·need·to·warn·them·so·can·I·please,·please·go·now?"
This time he did sigh. Such protest usually only came from those who were far too close to what he suggested. "No."
"And whyever not, oh mighty Megatron?" Oh, if he could only get the seeker to say those words and mean them for once. Then again, he hadn't made him second in command for being respectful. "He's of no more use to us."
"Because, oh my treacherous Starscream, we are going to go with him."
Blurr squeaked, trying to move backwards and only realizing that he was when he banged into Soundwave's legs. The mech reached down and stroked his shoulder almost comfortingly, and Blurr didn't try to get any further away. "I'm·not·taking·you·to·Cybertron·and·you·can't·reach·there·anyway·because·you·don't·have·a·ship. I·don't·know·how·I'll·reach·there·and·you're·just·as·bad·as·they·are! If·you·want·to·take·over·I·can't·let·you!"
"But Optimus Prime has a ship, has he not? And you just were so kind to tell us where to find him." It would still take some scout work but they had their best scouts with them. "Soundwave, prepare your cassettes and inform the troops. We're moving."
"Affirmative."