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- Abaddon by Ragnarok POB 140333 Austin TX 78714 (from internet),
- Angel by JuliaL (from internet),
- Anquietas by Joseph Spicer (from internet),
- AVP, Blade 2, Hannibal Lecter, Sleepy Hollow, by Jens R. Ziehn (from internet and CD),
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- InvisibleKiller by Paul Rein (from CD),
- Neverwinter by Neale Davidson (from CD),
- Predator by Jim Sorenson (from internet),
- Tfu Tfu by Meir Sadan (from internet, firstname.lastname@example.org),
- LetterOMatic by Nate Piekos (from internet, piekosarts.com/blambotfonts),
- Gringo Nights by Jakob Fisher (from internet, www.pizzadude.dk),
- Stargate by Isis Font Foundry (from CD).
- Friday 13 by Thomas W. Otto, Norfok Inc. (for atavistic growls, from internet)
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Transformers font by P. A. Vannucci
Autobot and Decepticon fonts downloaded from Transformers Wiki.
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Personal Quote: Carpe noctem et memento vitae.
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.
“When you were young and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
(You know you did, you know you did, you know you did)
But if this ever-changing world in which we’re livin’
Makes you give in and cry, say live and let die
Live and let die, live and let die, live and let die
What does it matter to ya
When you’ve got a job to do, you gotta do it well
You gotta give the other fella hell. (…) – The Wings “Live and Let Die”
Warning: Violence, explicit language, possibly gore.
Timing: 2015, for particular timing of the characters original universes, see footnote of their respective chapters.
Rating: M, possibly MA.
Pairings: Wilhelmina and Allan (past). Wilhelmina and Orlando (friends with benefits).
Disclaimer: The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen original comic books © Allan Moore and Kevin O’Neill. Neverwhere (in character of Lady Door) © Neil Gaiman. Atomic Robo © Brian Clevinger and Scott Wegner. Stargate Atlantis (in character of Spike the Wraith) © MGM Studios. Hellboy (in character of Karl Ruprecht Kroenen) © Michael Mignola. Slenderman © Eric Knudsen (as Victor Surge). The story © Czarna Archer.
Dracula (in character of Wilhelmina Murray) by Bram Stoker. Allan Quatermain by sir Henry Rider Haggard. Orlando (or his/hers alike) by Virgina Woolf.
We Exist – the epilogue.
“(…) Down on your knees
Begging us please
Praying that we don't exist
You're down on your knees
Begging us please
Praying that we don't exist
We exist! (…) – Arcade Fire “We Exist”.
London. MI6 headquarters. 2015.
Wilhelmina Murray sat silently in the waiting room in MI6 HQ waiting for what the future would bring. She didn’t know how they managed to find her. She did her absolute best to stay hidden safe for simply not coming back to United Kingdom which, in hindsight, would probably be the wisest thing to do. But then again, how could she not return? Orlando left all her belongings here and Mina didn’t want to allow her last friend off her sight. She had bad feelings and so they have returned together. They managed to stay hidden for six years… Six years. Mina changed her looks at first, going blonde but that in turn brought back memories of Allan and how they stole the Black Dossier so she returned back to her natural colour. Perhaps she should go brunette, but then Orlando was brunette and Mina wasn’t sure if she wouldn’t feel awkward in certain situations.
Mina sighed, the time passed and her mind was getting her even more anxious about what was to happen. The paranoia was getting to her with every passing minute. With all her past exploits anything could happen to her now. But the way she was taken from the street and just brought here it probably wasn’t anything pleasant. Orlando didn’t even know… and what she didn’t know she could not defend herself against. Mina’s heart froze. She has already lost Allan. If she lost Orlando she would stay alone, though probably she’d follow them soon.
The door opened and she almost jumped. A secretary emerged and she rose to her feet trying not to show her nervousness. Luckily she had plenty of experience with that.
“Mr “M” will see you now Miss Murray.” The secretary said and allowed Mina in.
She walked into the office and the secretary closed the doors behind her. A good 30 minutes later Miss Wilhelmina Murray left the office pale as a sheet of paper, with blank face and slightly trembling. She was holding two yellow folders, grey envelope and thick white binder. She was looking as if she was about to either burst into tears or throw up, or perhaps even both.
“Do you like a carrier bag for that Miss Murray?” The secretary asked with audible worry in her voice.
“Yes, please.” Mina uttered in strained voice. She seemed to be in state of mild shock.
“Of course, and would you like me to call you a taxicab?” The secretary asked handing Mina a large plastic bag with name of popular supermarket printed in red and blue.
“Thank you, and no, I think I will manage to catch one by myself.” Mina said while placing the items in the bag. “I think I will go now.”
“Goodbye to you then Miss Murray, and see you tomorrow.” The secretary said with warm smile.
“Yes, goodbye Miss Moneypenny.” Mina walked away with slightly unstable steps.
When Orlando walked into her flat she noticed Mina sitting on the bed staring blankly at a carrier bad at her feet. She instantly knew that something was wrong. Mina was always calm person unless deeply angered but she never was near catatonic on her own.
Orlando quickly left her grocery bag and approached her friend. “Mina, darling, what happened, what’s wrong?”
“Lando…” Mina seemed to wake from her stupor. “This is terrible, they have found me.”
“The Firm! MI6! They have found me somehow, and they just snatched me from the street like some common goon!”
“Oh Christ!” Orlando sat next to Mina and wrapped her arms around the other woman. “How did you manage to get away?”
“They’ve let me go!”
“They knew who I am, who I really am, and they said that they will not arrest me, they have use for me.” Mina hid her face in her hands. “The ‘M’ that I spoke to said that he has a proposition for me. And I have agreed!”
“You did what?” Orlando stood up abruptly.
“I didn’t have a choice, Lando! The ‘M’ said that if I would refuse he would put me back into the madhouse!”
“Oh, darling!” Orlando sat heavily back on the bed embracing Mina again. “Fuck it all, we’ll pack and leave, we will be far away by tomorrow.”
“No, I have to do this. I have to!” Mina shook her head. “This is terrible but I have to do this!”
“Ok, let’s start from the beginning. What do they want from you and why? And what is so terrible that you have to do it?”
“Terrorists! Terrorists from the Islamic State!” Mina reached for the bag and took out everything.
“Slowly and from the beginning, darling.”
“I am to become the new ‘M’. Everything has been already arranged, I have all the documents here.” Mina gave Orlando the grey envelope.
“Did he say why he wants you to replace him?” Orlando asked while looking through the documents. They looked legit, but then again they were made in the same place as the real ones.
“He is retiring for some health issues and he leaves soon. He said that he picked me because my expertise is what the Agency needs now.” Mina took a deep breath to calm down. “This is terrible.” She handed Orlando two yellow folders. “These two men worked in the MI6 archives before they somehow became recruited by the IS and became Jihadists.”
“Oh fuck!” Orlando quickly skimmed through both folders. “This is bad. Imagine what kind of information they had access to!”
“Nothing recent. They worked in one of the historical sections of the archives, the one containing files from before 1914.”
“Our own sentiments aside, I take that this is bad news?” Orlando gave Mina suspicious look. In most cases such old documents could be only fascinating to historians or history enthusiasts, but Mina’s tone of voice suggested that there was more.
“Before they have escaped, they managed to steal some documents. No one really knows what exactly was in them because that was part of the archive no one really took interest in any more. They were able to tell that some of these documents were not created in England and that the oldest could date back to before the Industrial Revolution.”
“There could be anything in there.”
“Yes.” Mina nodded. “After they have escape they laid low for few weeks. ‘M’ assumes that they were studying the documents they have stolen. And last week they have re-surfaced, they are travelling across Europe, probably searching for something.”
“If they’re crossing Europe then how it is our problem. Let European governments to deal with them.” Orlando shrugged.
“Our government considers them traitors and agreed to deal with them by our own means.” Mina clenched her fists.
“Not to mention our big wigs would hate for other countries to learn just what kind of documents we’re having in our archives.” Orlando added. “So, this is basically a man hunt?”
“I am to assemble a new League and send them after these two Jihadists and then oversee complete and throughout clearing of the archives. Any historical document I will find hazardous I am to lock in special sub-section that only ‘M’ will have access to.”
“That doesn’t seem like much of a challenge, but knowing life you will have your hands full. And on top of that you will have to perform all the regular duties of an ‘M’. That’s a lot.”
“Yes. But don’t you see?” Mina’s eyes sparkled. “I will have complete and legal access to the archives! That includes our files! I can remove us from these files! I can erase us from official documents and we will be finally completely free! We won’t be ‘unpersons’ or ‘question marks’ anymore because there will be no us!”
“That is risky. You know you just can’t erase the League from existence without anyone noticing. There must be mentions of us in different agencies’ archives.” Orlando’s eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Tricky but perhaps worth the try?”
“I will just make sure that the documents are straightened so that we were just typical agents that were merely delegated to some extraordinary tasks. I will remove completely results of Campion Bond’s medical tests on Hyde. I will remove any descriptions of us, any photographs so no one ever will know how we really looked like.” Mina gestured to her scarf. “And all that while stopping the Jihadists!”
“Hmm. Don’t destroy the files about us, bring them home. I will give them to Prospero next time I will have the chance to. He was the one to assemble the League for the first time; I think he’d appreciate having them.” Orlando decided. “Now, having this settled, back to the Jihadists and the team.”
“I was given this.” Mina presented the fat, white binder. “This is called ‘White Dossier’. It contains profiles of numerous ‘Extraordinary Gentlemen and Gentlewomen’ as ‘M’ has put it. I am to pick a team from them.”
“A team.” Orlando opened the binder. “Let’s see what we have here. Nice menagerie.” She began to leaf through the contents. “That looks like a puzzle box, not a person.”
“Let me see…” Mina took a closer look at the page. It did have a picture of a richly ornamented cube. “Lemarchand Box.” She read. “A means to summon Cenobites, a fraternity of demonic entities that often once were humans. In order to summon them you require to achieve a Configuration with use of the puzzle box. It is dangerous for Cenobites claim the prize in form of the one who solves the puzzle yet it is possible to avoid being taken by means of striking a deal or presenting circumstances of greater matter that the Cenobites will consider imperative enough to require their immediate attention and thus justify summoning them.” Mina quickly gulped, that sounded dangerous. “Upon opening a box a single Cenobite or group of them called ‘Gash’ will arrive. On following page is instruction of achieving so called ‘Lament Configuration’ that most often summons Vasa Inquitatis, there in their tanks are two Cenobites that are possible candidates, their names are: Xipe Totec1) and Mictlantecutli2).”
“I think not.” Orlando glanced at the page, turned it and then studied drawings of the two aforementioned Cenobites. “That seems too much of BDSM to me.”
“Well, look at this guy, Peloquin3), that one looks more than just Extraordinary.” Mina showed a blurry photograph of a man with what seemed like flagellums on his head and large mouth filled with sharp teeth.
“Yeah, and look at those teeth. How about someone less prone to bite?”
“Ghostrider… Yauja4)… Deadpool… Foolkiller… Witchblade… Snake Eyes…” Mina read few names from random pages.
“Most of these names mean nothing to me.” Orlando slammed the binder shut. “This requires some throughout lecture. Let’s eat a dinner first and then sit down and see what we have there.”
“Sounds like good idea.” Mina agreed. “This looks like time consuming lecture and I’m famished.”
OK. Since while LoEG fic, the LoEG is in itself a crossover, so do not worry if you won’t be familiar with any of the characters, if the need will arise it will be explain and if you will have any additional questions or something won’t be clear, you can also contact me and ask and I will answer you to the best of my abilities.
1) Xipe Totec is a name that younger Cenobites gave to one that is commonly known as Pinhead, though it is not advised to call it to his face. In life he was known as Captain Elliott Spenser, though he is far older entity than that. Call it a paradox.
2) Also known as the Chatterer (the first and original one). He was killed in the movies but he was supposedly resurrected since then by the same means that Frank Cotton was resurrected in the first Hellraiser movie.
3) Nightbreed. Clive Barker again.
4) Commonly known as the Predator.
Miss Wilhelmina Murray is back after the events of Century. For 6 years she managed to stay away from trouble but history likes to repeat itself and now she has to face a new challenge: gather new team to face new challenge, all while discreetly removing her own (and Orlando's) traces in the MI6.
Rating will go up.
OK. It is not the original make-out of the League, but the League as itself is a cross-over and it was devised as such from the beginning.
The purpose is to have fun with completely wild assembly of characters and even if they do not perfectly match (mind you, the original League was just that - a mish-mash of characters), make it work.
I already was bashed over this idea because it was not a canon assembly, I was told something in the lines of "You have no talent, you will never manage to make it work, Atomic Robo would KILL both Kroenen and Slender because he hates villains, Slender is mindless kid killer, Kroenen is Nazi assassin and thus a poor choice of character to use, your work will be poorly written, you have no idea about writing, your work is EVIL and society must be protected from IT!" by someone who not only never read my fics but never even looked through my galleries; or at least that is how I understand his reasoning based on his own personal opinion. Anyway I understand that in his opinion I will fry in hell forever just for devising such a story.
All this could only mean one thing: me, being me and having the archetypical Polish attitude of "I WILL do it in SPITE you just because you do not WANT me to", decided to work even harder on the idea (that started just as a goof picture on dA).
So, here you go, the story I was told never to write (or else).
“There's sugar on your soul
You're like no one I know
You're the life of another world
You swallow me whole
With just a mumbled hello
And it breaks my heart to love you,
It breaks my heart to love you”– Editors “Sugar”.
Warnings: Violence, explicit language, controversial subjects.
Timing: Post season 2 finale, in my very own Beauty of the Beast Prime timeline.
Rating: M (possibly even MA).
Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story’s plot and OC’s © me. There may be some OC’s that aren’t mine – they belong to their respective creators.
Child in Time.
“Sweet child in time, you'll see the line
Line that's drawn between good and bad
See the blind man shooting at the world
Bullets flying, ooh taking toll
If you've been bad - Oh Lord I bet you have
And you've not been hit oh by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes, aahaouho bow your head
Wait for the ricochet” – Deep Purple „Child in Time”
The Autobot Base Omega – 3. November 29th.
Ratchet’s infirmary was empty save for the Medic and June Darby. The place was quiet and Ratchet loved it that way – his own little kingdom where no one pestered him unless they needed to.
Right now June needed his attention and he was rather excited to scan her – she was with a Newspark, a glorious event in the optics of a Cybertronian, an in fact dying race. Ever since the Allspark was ejected it did not produced any new Cybertronians to emerge form Well of Sparks. And ever since the war started no femme or carrier mech would conceive a bitlet, there were no conditions for any young ones to be brought to the world that was turned into battle ground.
But at the moment the war was at halt. It deescalated as the time passed but right now it stopped completely thanks to the cease fire and with luck it would stay this way for some time.
Of course Ratchet wasn’t thrilled that the bitlet was sired by Megatron, but the Newspark’s parentage was a secondary issue. Even the fact that it would be a Techno-organic didn’t matter. It still was memorable day for it was a first Newspark he’d see in what felt like eternity.
June laid patiently on an infirmary berth that was set horizontally just for this occasion and allowed Ratchet to scan her first with his in-build scanner and then with hand held one. With every bit of information his optics widened and brightened with excitement. There was also a faint smile on his lip plates that he was probably unaware of.
“So, how does it look like?” She finally asked when she thought that Ratchet was finished.
“Well, there is definitely a Newspark in your uterus.” Ratchet displayed the results on computer screen. “It is extremely tiny but given that you are a human it is not surprising.”
“I’m not sure what all these graphs are meant to show.” June lifted herself on her elbows.
The computer screen showed curved lines that looked more like math graphs than life signs. There were three lines, each different colour, two seemed to correspond to each other and third one was completely different.
“This one is your EM field.” Ratchet pointed at the single different looking curved line. “And the other two are the EM field of the Newspark. The lower one is the actual EM field and he higher one is what I got when I strengthened the signal to get better readings.” The Autobot Medic explained. “You have there a Newspark and its field is being dampered by its developing chamber.”
“Spark chamber? So soon?”
“Yes. The spark is tiny and the chamber is not permanent yet. You see, it is like with your new-born’s craniums. They are soft and not fully developed so the brain can grow freely. The delicate bones only grow together forming cranial seams sometime after the birth. Is that so?”
“Well, yes, the fonticulus disappear in time. It allows both the growth of the brain and the birth so the baby’s head won’t get stuck.” June confirmed.
“In case of the Spark chamber the birth is not the reason, but its loose construction allows the developing Spark to expand.” Ratchet nodded. “Now that it is developed the nanites will start built the protoform and all the bio-mechanisms. You will need to provide them with building materials.”
“I think that’s Megatron’s job.” June smirked.
“Don’t remind me.” Ratchet growled sourly. “You will also stay well-nourished as the nanites will also gain lacking materials from your blood stream. Namely iron, magnesium and zinc. Not much, but you will need to watch your diet.”
“Yes. My doctor said that my blood tests are a bit off. I guess it is the little one’s doing. But she said that it is nothing that diet can’t fix.” June sat fully and smiled. “But shouldn’t the Bitlet take everything from transfluid?”
“Yes, but the nanites don’t recognise you as a human; to them you are a femme. They will use the transmetal fluid from Megatron as it will be easier to reach, I believe Megatron is more than happy to provide any amount of it, but it doesn’t mean that they will ignore your blood stream.”
“Oh, how bad it will be?” June paled a little.
“It shouldn’t be much. Perhaps I wasn’t precise enough. The nanites won’t drain you dry, they will be sampling your blood for resources though. They will however turn to the easiest material to reach. And with Megatron’s contribution it will be his transmetal fluid and not your blood stream.”
“I understand.” June sighed with relief. “But I still need to watch my diet.”
“I understand that all expecting human females have to.” Ratchet saved the scan results. “Fortunately you already have experience gained from your time with Jack, so I believe you know that to do?”
“With Jack I was 18 years younger. And he was fully organic.” June laughed. “But yeah, I think I still remember what to eat.”
“Apply that knowledge then. “ Ratchet offered her his servo so she could safely get back to the floor. “And in case of any doubts or if something happens, contact me.”
“You sound like my doctor.” June stepped to the waiting palm that lowered her gently to the ground level.
“I am your doctor.” The Autobot Medic pointed out.
“My other doctor, doctor.” June smirked and left the infirmary leaving Ratchet mumbling under his vent about audacious human femmes. There was, however, no real anger in his voice.
Darby’s House. An hour later.
Jack was digging in his closet and pulling out his clothes. There was quite a large pile of them sitting on the couch and slowly growing as the adolescent added new ones. They were various kinds of clothes: warmer, lighter, short and long sleeved, some pants and a jacket or two. Miko sat in an arm chair sipping on some drink and watching Jack diving in what seemed like bottomless hole filled with old clothes. It was quite fascinating to watch a young man looking for one thing and not being able to find it. He was getting annoyed at this stage.
“You know, whatever you are looking for, it will be in the last place you will get to.” She remarked between sips.
Jack emerged from the closet with an unhappy look on his face and hair sticking in all possible directions. He didn’t manage to reply before Miko snorted and began to choke on her drink. She jumped off the couch and hurried to the kitchen to spit the liquid out before it would go through her nose.
“Sure, laugh.” Jack mumbled under his breath and dove back into the closet.
The doors to the garage opened and June entered. Traveling through Groundbridge was necessity now that Autobot Base was in Alaska 1) and she lived in Nevada. But even if they’d be still in Nevada, it would certainly be more convenient than driving.
“Oh! Jack! What is this?” She stopped when she saw the pile of clothes.
“Hi mum, I… I’m looking for my rain coat.” Jack said. “You know, I should be prepared for anything in Vegas.”
“You don’t have that rain coat anymore.” June sat down next to the clothes. “You threw it away after you tore that pocket.”
“AWW MAN!” Jack jumped out of the closet. “But I need a coat!”
“Jack, it’s Vegas.” Miko returned from the kitchen. “When was the last time you saw rain in Vegas?”
“That’s not the point.” Jack grabbed the first thing from the pile and shoved it back to its place. “I can’t just run back home every time I need something. I need to be prepared.”
“Oh, there we go again.” Miko moaned. “You’re moving to Las Vegas not to Iceland. You’re not even leaving the state.”
“But I’m going to College; I can’t behave like I’m some 10 year old kid. I need to be self-sufficient.” Jack grabbed a handful of various clothes and disappeared in the closet again. “What would other people think of me if I ran home the first time weather changes?”
“Jack, you’ll be coming home for holidays anyway.” June rubbed her forehead. “And no one will pay any mind about what you do if you need to get some clothes from home. They’ll be doing the same thing.”
“Yeah. And the weather in Vegas doesn’t change that often.” Miko added. “And you’ll be living in your Grandmother’s house anyway.”
“And what if I won’t?” Jack peeked out the closet. “What if I’ll live in dormitory?”
“They you won’t have too much space for clothes.” June leaned back and rested against her couch. “Jack, people in College will be just like you. They too will have families they will go back to. Just relax.”
“Yeah Jack. You’ve been to big city before. And you’ve been to another planet. Twice.” Miko planted herself back to the chair she occupied before. “Vegas have nothing on you, especially that you’ve been there when you visited your Grandma.”
Jack glared at both ladies and sighed. In a way they were right. “But I still need a rain coat, just in case.” He said.
December 16th. Somewhere near Mexican border.
Silia sat in obscure looking motel room eating greasy looking pizza. Keeping low profile was easy so far but the fact of previous failure was still sour spot in her psyche. Of course her father taught her better than just sit in the corner fretting. MECH was busy all the time since their previous combat with the Decepticons. They were having trainings and they were working hard on new projects, they were researching for new ideas…
Speaking of which, Silia reached for brown envelope and pulled fat, yellow folder from it. It was about time that she looked through the newest findings of her research team.
The folder had single word scribbled in terrible hand write in it. The word read “TESLA”.
December 18th. Autobot Base Omega – 3.
The Groundbridge came to life with usual swirl of colourful light and Agent Fowler’s car materialised rolling slowly in. The man parked his vehicle as couple of bright optics focused on the machine and the man in it.
Fowler got out of the car with his usual frown but there was some sort of additional tension in him today. At the beginning of their cooperation the man was rather reluctant about working with giant space robots, in time the ice was broken but that didn’t change his rather rough personality which meant that he was giving impression of a man constantly irritated, unless he was tired which meant that he gave impression of a man that was both tired and irritated.
The additional tension he was displaying usually meant that he brought news that were either bad, or good but he didn’t liked it just the same.
“Prime!” Fowler shouted slamming the car’s door. “We have a situation!”
“Agent Fowler. I assume it is not a new arrival?” Optimus answered in his usual, calm voice. “We have not detected any Cybertronian vessels closing to Earth.”
“No. No new trouble makers.” Fowler climbed the stairs leading to the catwalk. “Our field agents spotted MECH activity.”
“It’s not surprising; they’re out there, right?” Smokescreen shrugged. “We didn’t catch them so they’re on the loose, sooner or later they’d surface.”
“They were keeping low profile ever since their escape but two weeks ago we have spotted two of them in Texas, then three days ago one MECH agent received a ticket for speeding in New Mexico heading to the Mexican border.” Fowler waved a yellow folder titled ‘MECH’. “And yesterday one of them was spotted in Mexico talking with smugglers.”
“This is indeed the most MECH activity since attack on New Kaon.” The Prime nodded.
“But how do we know it was them?” Blaster pondered from behind his computer console.
“We have identified them as MECH associates thanks to Ripley’s2) cooperation.” Fowler explained.
“Why didn’t you arrest them? You know they’re the bad guys.” Smokescreen asked. “Grab them and ask them what they’re up to.”
“They weren’t doing anything illegal.” Fowler sighed. “And if we’d book them, we’d scare the rest of MECH away. Right now our men are continuing their observation and doing nothing, but you need to know of this in case Silia decides to try something involving you.”
“I see. We must inform Megatron, she blames him for his father’s demise.” Optimus nodded.
“And she’s right.” Blaster added. “I won’t cry if she gets him.”
“Neither will I.” Smokscreen agreed. “But June will.”
“And that is why we must inform Megatron.” Prime turned to his mechs. “We must assume Silia knows everything her father did and she may repeat his actions of trying to reach us by Jack or June. If doing so she’d learn that Megatron is involved with June she could harm June just to reach Megatron.”
“You think she’d do that?” Blaster asked with worried face. Regardless of what he thought of Decepticons and how their leader associated himself with mother of one of their closest allies, he knew that their human friends needed their protection.
“I am sure of that.” Optimus spoke grimly. “They abducted June once before when Silas allied himself with Airachnid. If it was done once it can be done again.”
“Yeah, especially that Silia is just as ruthless as her father was. Or more.” Fowler leaned on the railing.
“We will also need to make sure that Jack, Miko and Raf are well protected.” Optimus added remembering just how aggressive Silia’s attacks were.
Nemesis. Somewhere above Indian Ocean.
Megatron stared at the tablet as if the device insulted him personally and handed it to Starscream who stood next to his Master holding numerous other tablets. To some it would seem that being a Decepticon was exciting string of adventure consisting of plunder, slaughter and debauchery committed in drunken buzz; but in reality it was everything except for that. In fact, being a Decepticon didn’t differ that much from being an Autobot and possibly was even more boring. Instead if plunder there was energon scouting. Instead of slaughter there was energon mining. Debauchery was something that happened to others, not that Decepticons lived in celibacy but they were expected to keep their sexual exploits to themselves, have safe sex to avoid any STDs and behave decently in public. And walking around in drunken buzz ended in the brig, if someone wanted to get wasted they’d ought to do it in their free time and be absolutely sober for their next shift. And there were no exceptions.
“Give these reports to Soundwave for archiving.” Megatron instructed the Air Commander. “And have an obligatory Neocybex course for all troops, their orthography and grammar is giving me a headache.” The Decepticon Lord sighed. “They seem to be more fluent in Earth languages than in their own.”
“They have spent more of their lives on Earth than anywhere else and they do use the local languages more often than ours.” Starscream noticed. “Who is to hold the course?”
“You will. Your grammar and orthography were always impeccable.” Megatron decided.
“Thank you, Master.” Starscream bowed his head even though he was not all that happy about having to deal with teaching anyone.
“Sirs, we have an oncoming connection form Autobots.” One of the Vehicons called.
“Connect; they never contact us unless they have to.” Megatron decided and approached the console.
The image of Optimus Prime appeared immediately. The Autobot Leader didn’t wear his mask but his expression was as serious as ever not allowing reading anything out of his face.
“Megatron, we have received news of MECH activity.” He spoke in his deep voice.
“They had to re-appear at some point.” Megatron didn’t seem to be fazed. “What have they done?”
“Nothing yet. But our human allies reported of their activity.”
“You think they’re up to something?” Megatron narrowed his optics, he knew that Prime would not contact him if he’d think otherwise but he wanted to know what the Prime was thinking.
“I fear that if they wouldn’t they would remain hidden.” Optimus nodded. “For all this time they managed to stay out of sight.”
“Which means that their visible presence is a sign of their increasing activity.” Megatron concluded. “And just how active they have become?”
“They were spotted in southern states of USA. They were not caught doing anything significant but one of them has been contacting smugglers.”
“This can mean anything. They might plot something serious or just occupy themselves with criminal activity in which case it is human authority’s problem.” Megatron concluded.
“I realise that. Yet we cannot exclude that they will soon pose threat to any of us. We will increase our protection of our human friends. Silas kidnapped June once to reach Jack and Arcee; I will not risk Silia repeating her father’s action.”
“My Vehicons are chauffeuring June when she is in need to drive somewhere ever since Airachnid escaped her pod and it stayed that was after she left Earth.” Megatron reminded his old enemy. “Taking that it is easier for humans to move around I will order another Decepticon to discreetly guard June’s home.”
“I will make sure that they cannot harm our other three human friends.” Optimus agreed. “I will send my Autobot to secure Raf’s house.”
“You do realise that it might be false alarm, Prime?” Megatron asked knowing that while Silia had a chip on her shoulder and wanted to avenge her father’s death, it could not be the time she would do so and the activity could be unrelated with them.
“I do, but it is better to be safe than sorry.” Optimus nodded. “Until next time Megatron.”
With that the Prime ended transmission. Megatron narrowed his optics in thought and turned to Starscream.
“Starscream, send additional Insecticons to the New Kaon construction site and get me Soundwave.”
“Yes Master, at once.” Starscream bowed his head, turned on his heel and hurried out. Lagging at present moment would not be advised, not to mention that Starscream hated MECH just as much as Megatron although for entirely different reasons.
1) See my fic “Spider Woman”, chapter 3.
2) See Hammerhead, last chapter.
OK, people, a bit slowly but it finally starts! I will do my best to update weekly but if I will have a slip don’t worry, I never abandon my stories and this one is no different (not to mention it is already planned and I am merely filling in the narration and dialogs according to the story-board and time line I have made earlier – that’s the thing that takes me so long: finding free time to tap on the keyboard).
I am also working simultaneously on another fic, unconnected to Transformers but still containing a sapient robot (this time AI).
Comments and reviews as always welcomed.
We Create What We KnowThis cute comic is an excellent illustration of how, in many ways, we can only create and write about what we know.
The senses (and limitations thereof), education, life experiences, cultural lenses, worldviews… all of these impact what ideas we get and what and how we create.
In many ways, our aggregate art galleries and favorites reflect who we, how we see the world, and what our values are.
This bottom illustration is how different beings see this particular flower, through different wavelengths in the electromagnetic spectrum. Some fans theorize Wraith and/or hiveship sensor clusters can also see ultraviolet and/or infrared light. I like what the source article says, that the world was not created solely for the benefit or enjoyment of humans and humans need special cameras to see details other beings see naturally. Who knows what has yet to be discovered? If I were a Wraith kid and could see infrared light, I would so paint top-secret messages to friends in heat-sensitive pa
How bad are you meme: Analysis and ResponseThis meme is going around again. I’m not going to speak to the categories of obvious mistakes people often make before they are adults. People know better and move on. Some of these items, though, deserve social commentary:
[ ] slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex
[ ] kissed someone of the same sex
Heterosexism. There used to also be a set of questions like this which were racist. Glad to see that section gone. May heterosexism go away too! The sooner, the better.
[ ] been called a slut
[ ] been verbally harassed
[ ] been physically harassed
Blaming the victims. The bullies doing the aggression are the ones with the problems, not their victims. People of minority demographics especially bear the brunt of such attacks, through no fault of their own. No one should be called names or harassed, verbally or physically, and victims should go to authorities as needed. You know what? I would like to see an “I’m a Good Person Meme” list with “I