Do Over - Transformers Collectors' Club
Do Over - Transformers Collectors' Club
Do Over - Transformers Collectors' Club
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End’s happy little sing-alongs.” He rolled his optics dramatically. “My Prime’d probably call this a ‘learning experience.’<br />
Anyway, Megatron was kidnapped as a distraction. You don’t name-drop your hideout unless you want<br />
company. They’re tryin’ to stall our launch! But Prime won’t wait! He’ll beat us to Earth, and by the time we get a<br />
new launch window, he’ll have taken over the whole planet!”<br />
Starscream looked positively sick. “I can’t just leave Megatron to die!”<br />
“I can’t either! He saved my life, and he’s the closest ‘bot to sane around this place! But Ricochet wants us to<br />
send a full force to get Megs back… or at least our most valuable troops! They’re needed on the Nemesis! We need<br />
a small force, someone who’s good at getting in quiet, not loud and forceful… which leaves me out.” He tapped his<br />
datapad, scrolling up the Decepticons’ roster. “What about the Micromasters? They were good at this kinda thing<br />
back in my home universe.”<br />
Starscream seemed to calm down, if only just a little. “I… concede your point. We currently have Astrotrain’s<br />
squad running final adjustments to the Nemesis… but the Predacons and Whisper are on standby, and battleready.”<br />
“We used them to sneak into the launch complex last time, right? Well, Prime’s not the only one who can use a<br />
plan twice. I’ll tell ‘em. And Starscream...”<br />
“Yes, Cliffjumper?”<br />
“No matter what happens, when the Ark launches, the Nemesis has gotta launch.” Cliffjumper paused. “With or<br />
without Megatron.”<br />
“Hyu glitches are ze zorriest batch of zcrap I haff evah zeen! <strong>Do</strong> hyu zink hyu gots vat it takes to earn a unique<br />
chassis? Ha! I zink hyu are zorely mistaken!”<br />
Blaster paced back and forth, his deep-gray, boxy form shaking with barely-controlled fury, feet moving in a<br />
clipped, precise rhythm. Before him, a squad of completely identical silver-colored robots of nondescript features<br />
stood at ramrod-straight attention. A step above drones, the triangular-headed, large-eyed mechs were all smoothlines<br />
and simple curves, owing to their “war wheel” alternate modes. Each one would have looked comically<br />
harmless, were it not for the massive cannons that made up their left arms.<br />
The crowd stood before the Ark’s launching platform, as other Autobots piled supplies and arms into the craft.<br />
“Hyu vant to know vhat I zink?” Blaster hissed.<br />
“Sir, yes, sir!” the assembled crowd shouted in unison.<br />
“I zink hyu miserable Zcrounges are going to vind up in ze scrap yard, crying for hyu manufacturer! But it iz<br />
mein job to make zhure zat doesn’t happen! Zo hyu! Zuck in zhat pipe, straighten up, feet togezer! Ven I zay ‘attenshyun!’<br />
hyu give me attenshyun! Hyu!”<br />
The random Scrounge caught in Blaster’s glare stood extra-ramrod-straight.<br />
“Zir, I mean, sir, yes, sir!”<br />
“Vat are hyu?!”<br />
“I am a Scrounge, sir!”<br />
“Hyu are vat I sez hyu is! If I choose to call hyu Little Mhiz Zparkle-Bootz, hyu will answer, unterstand?!”<br />
“Sir, yes, sir!”<br />
“Unt vat is zat hyu have zher, hanging off hyu verthless chassis?!”<br />
“This is my special arm, sir! There are many like it but this one is mine!”<br />
“Guut!” Blaster grinned. “Hyu are all going to Earzh! Hyu may be zinking zat hyu will die on zat organic zoaked<br />
pile of dirt! Vell, hyu von’t!” Blaster leaned uncomfortably close to another random Scrounge and stared into its<br />
large, reflective optics. “Hyu know vy, Little Mhiz Zparkle-Bootz?”<br />
“No, sir!”