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S through Z › Transformers (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,336
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Hasbro or the Transformers. I make no money from writing this garbage.
Descent
Finished. To be honest, I feel really awful. For some reason Decepticons I can perv up all day, but...Autobots...so squeaky clean.... The end is very vicious and depressing, so if you're not into that, you might want to skip it. I wouldn't blame you. It's an experiment in devolved style. Yeah, that sounds smart-like.
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Optimus leaned forward, pitching his voice low so that only Ironhide could hear, “And Barricade did what, exactly, with this female human?”
“Tell you later,” Ironhide mouthed back, turning his optics conspicuously on Bumblebee, who sat, bouncing slightly, at the other side of the table.
Optimus straightened up, nodding briskly. “Right. So, you’re saying that the human was unharmed.”
“Yes,” Ratchet said. “Thus we could not really justify action against him at that time.”
“And the stupid thing would probably have gotten in the shot,” Ironhide growled.
“AND,” Ratchet drowned out Ironhide. The older bot made no effort to hide his anti human sentiment, “it would have needlessly distressed her. She is an innocent party.” He glared at Ironhide.
“Hmmm,” Prime said. “But we know Barricade is here. He looked functional?”
Ironhide choked, “Umm, fully functional, sir.”
Arcee snickered. Bumblebee looked confused. “We didn’t see him fire his weapon,” the yellow bot interjected.
Ironhide burst out laughing. Even Ratchet had to cough loudly to cover his own laugh.
“Okay,” Optimus said, forcing the corners of his mouth down. “We know Barricade is here. He’s apparently alone. As long as he isn’t,” the corners of his mouth jerked up, “harming anyone, we should leave him alone.”
“Leave him alone!? He’s a Decepticon!”
“We’ll place him under observation. If the other Decepticons move to contact him, we’ll know as soon as it happens. Best if we let him let his guard down.”
Ironhide frowned, but couldn’t argue with Optimus’s plan.
“Fine. If there’s nothing else, then?” Optimus waved to dismiss them. Ironhide hung back.
“You wanted to discuss something?”
“This human, he interfaced with her?”
“Yes.”
“How?” At Ironhide’s uncomfortable look, Prime added, “I’m asking you because I know you don’t mince words.”
The other bot looked a little relieved. “He took his interface module. They have an access port, here.” He tapped his pelvic girdle.
“Where do they keep their interface modules?”
“Didn’t see one.”
“Maybe you were at a bad angle.”
Ironhide pulled a face. “No, Optimus. I saw everything. Arcee’s got some high-grade binos.”
“And, the human was unhurt. What did the interfacing do to her?”
“Do?”
“Did she, umm, seem to enjoy it?”
Ironhide looked at his leader with narrowed eyes. “Why are you asking so many questions, Optimus?”
“I—uh, it’s important for us to, umm, understand this new species. They’re our allies. We want to find out, um, all about them.”
“Riiiiiiight.”
Optimus straightened up, pulling every inch of height and command he could. “Why do you think I was asking, Ironhide?”
Ironhide shook his head, rolling his optics. “That must be it. If you say so.”
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Optimus leaned forward, pitching his voice low so that only Ironhide could hear, “And Barricade did what, exactly, with this female human?”
“Tell you later,” Ironhide mouthed back, turning his optics conspicuously on Bumblebee, who sat, bouncing slightly, at the other side of the table.
Optimus straightened up, nodding briskly. “Right. So, you’re saying that the human was unharmed.”
“Yes,” Ratchet said. “Thus we could not really justify action against him at that time.”
“And the stupid thing would probably have gotten in the shot,” Ironhide growled.
“AND,” Ratchet drowned out Ironhide. The older bot made no effort to hide his anti human sentiment, “it would have needlessly distressed her. She is an innocent party.” He glared at Ironhide.
“Hmmm,” Prime said. “But we know Barricade is here. He looked functional?”
Ironhide choked, “Umm, fully functional, sir.”
Arcee snickered. Bumblebee looked confused. “We didn’t see him fire his weapon,” the yellow bot interjected.
Ironhide burst out laughing. Even Ratchet had to cough loudly to cover his own laugh.
“Okay,” Optimus said, forcing the corners of his mouth down. “We know Barricade is here. He’s apparently alone. As long as he isn’t,” the corners of his mouth jerked up, “harming anyone, we should leave him alone.”
“Leave him alone!? He’s a Decepticon!”
“We’ll place him under observation. If the other Decepticons move to contact him, we’ll know as soon as it happens. Best if we let him let his guard down.”
Ironhide frowned, but couldn’t argue with Optimus’s plan.
“Fine. If there’s nothing else, then?” Optimus waved to dismiss them. Ironhide hung back.
“You wanted to discuss something?”
“This human, he interfaced with her?”
“Yes.”
“How?” At Ironhide’s uncomfortable look, Prime added, “I’m asking you because I know you don’t mince words.”
The other bot looked a little relieved. “He took his interface module. They have an access port, here.” He tapped his pelvic girdle.
“Where do they keep their interface modules?”
“Didn’t see one.”
“Maybe you were at a bad angle.”
Ironhide pulled a face. “No, Optimus. I saw everything. Arcee’s got some high-grade binos.”
“And, the human was unhurt. What did the interfacing do to her?”
“Do?”
“Did she, umm, seem to enjoy it?”
Ironhide looked at his leader with narrowed eyes. “Why are you asking so many questions, Optimus?”
“I—uh, it’s important for us to, umm, understand this new species. They’re our allies. We want to find out, um, all about them.”
“Riiiiiiight.”
Optimus straightened up, pulling every inch of height and command he could. “Why do you think I was asking, Ironhide?”
Ironhide shook his head, rolling his optics. “That must be it. If you say so.”