[Transformers] Little Boxes 6 - Changes 1
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beaslaysTitle: Changes 1
Fandom: Transformers G1
Characters: fem!Megatron, Starscream, mentions of Soundbabe, Shockbabe, Thundercracker and Skywarp
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 1026
Summary: Megatron has a terrible fascination with Starscream. What this bodes for her army...
Notes: Okay, ridiculously long ficlet that was supposed to be a drabble. Anyway, this is a Humanformer AU with Megatron as a female. Also Soundwave and Shockwave. This ficlet is pretty much the first in a small series of ficlets set in this same continuity. Mostly about Starscream, actually.
Changes 1 2
Starscream fascinated her. Of this, Megatron was not afraid to admit.
She was not the only one with this fascination either. Every woman on base - barring Soundwave - had shown interest in the man at least once, even the ones in command. Certainly they thought Megatron did not know, but Soundwave had reported several advances upon the pilot. Particularly from Shockwave.
Megatron was displeased, both with the implications Soundwave's reports held and with her own fascination in Starscream.
Perhaps her fascination was for entirely different reasons than any of the other women's though. Even as she worked and approved new recruits to the army, her mind often wandered to the reports on Starscream's background. The man was a walking contradiction, and Megatron wanted nothing more than to break past his fronts and find out just what was going on in his mind.
Starscream had graduated with degrees in all sorts of sciences, yet here he was in Megatron's army. She was certain the pilot would be much happier in a lab than out on the battlefield, yet, at the same time, Starscream appeared to enjoy the battles. There were also rumors that he was becoming attached to a few other pilots, one of the established set of partners in particular.
There was also the now-famous story of the man's ability to charm with a single look - then he started talking, and everyone in the room had cleared out immediately.
Megatron spared the clock on the wall a glance. She did not, in fact, have the time to be dealing with Starscream; her schedule was full enough. Yet, at the same time, she wanted to get the inevitable talk out of the way...except Starscream was already late.
She busied herself with her paperwork while waiting, and even when Starscream knocked at the door and she allowed him to enter, she continued to work. Megatron paid him no attention for several more minutes - a deliberate test on the pilot's patience.
After a while though, the man began to fidget, and it was not long before he started talking. "Commander Megatron, you called for me?" said Starscream, gazing at her. He was fidgeting with his gold and white tie, nervous, or at the very least, restless. "I have...things to attend...to...." He faltered as Megatron looked up and cast her stony gaze upon him.
Megatron smirked internally. No doubt the pilot was wondering why he was here, what misdeed he must have done. Then again...she considered his personality, and decided he was likely too arrogant to be afraid of whatever reason she had called him here for.
"What do you think of Thundercracker and Skywarp?" she asked, casually leaning back and making an elaborate display of putting her pen down. She recalled that these two pilots were the pair Starscream was reported to be spending plenty of time with.
The question threw Starscream off guard. He blinked, surprised, before retooling his expression to something less compromising. "They're both skilled pilots," he said, though his tone was guarded and told Megatron he would much rather be talking about himself. Megatron smirked, visibly this time.
"They are, are they not?" she said, picking her pen up again and twirling it, "I have the mind to promote them. Thundercracker certainly has the intelligence to make Wing Commander..."
This caught Starscream's attention, as he straightened considerably and attempted to discretely smooth out the hem of his red jacket (though the motion was anything but discrete). Megatron waited for him to speak, twirling her pen some more, even as he opened his mouth.
"Frankly, sir," began Starscream, frowning, "Thundercracker is indecisive. Hardly a trait officers should have."
"And I suppose you fancy yourself capable where he is not."
Starscream hesitated for a moment, then, "...yes. Sir."
Megatron chuckled. There was something amusing about this situation, that the handsome young man before her would admit to his ambition so easily. Yet, it was not necessarily ambition behind his words. Megatron was very much familiar with the feeling of confidence that came with knowing just how powerful one was.
"You are a scientist," she said, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the desk as she clasped her hands together, "What do you know of commanding other men, of leading them to their deaths? Of making decisions for those same men?"
"I have the time to learn," answered Starscream, taking a small step closer, towards the desk. "I need only the opportunity."
"Then the first thing you must learn is knowing when to be bold." Megatron allowed her expression to darken, gazing at him sternly.
But Starscream only stayed where he was, fierce determination in his eyes, confidence apparently boosted quite a bit. "Then I can start right away," he said. Megatron held his gaze, tilting her head up a little as she considered him. She narrowed her eyes as she did so, using her most piercing look.
Starscream held the moment for a while longer, before lowering his gaze.
"Much to learn indeed," said Megatron, leaning back and visibly relaxing. Starscream said nothing further, lips tightly pressed together and brow furrowed as he watched her. Megatron moved only her hand, picking up a long, white envelope on her desk.
She held it out to him. Starscream blinked, and stared at with an expression Megatron could only call stupid.
"Take this to Shockwave," she said, slipping into a more commanding tone. Starscream moved, raising his hand to take the envelope, confusion clear in his brown eyes. He took great care not to crease the envelope.
"Dismissed," said Megatron, picking up her pen. Starscream backed away, towards the door, still looking confused about this sudden change. Megatron ignored him, focusing on the reports on her desk again, and Starscream finally took the hint.
He pulled open the door, the envelope clutched delicately between long fingers.
"Starscream."
The pilot stopped, then turned again. Megatron was still focused on her work, and her tone was quiet, but it was loud enough to reach him.
"You have my permission to defend yourself as you see fit."
Megatron smirked when the pilot left the room looking even more confused.
- - - - -
What did the letter contain? To be covered in the next one. Let's just say Shockwave is so not gonna like it.
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Fandom: Transformers G1
Characters: fem!Megatron, Starscream, mentions of Soundbabe, Shockbabe, Thundercracker and Skywarp
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 1026
Summary: Megatron has a terrible fascination with Starscream. What this bodes for her army...
Notes: Okay, ridiculously long ficlet that was supposed to be a drabble. Anyway, this is a Humanformer AU with Megatron as a female. Also Soundwave and Shockwave. This ficlet is pretty much the first in a small series of ficlets set in this same continuity. Mostly about Starscream, actually.
Changes 1 2
Starscream fascinated her. Of this, Megatron was not afraid to admit.
She was not the only one with this fascination either. Every woman on base - barring Soundwave - had shown interest in the man at least once, even the ones in command. Certainly they thought Megatron did not know, but Soundwave had reported several advances upon the pilot. Particularly from Shockwave.
Megatron was displeased, both with the implications Soundwave's reports held and with her own fascination in Starscream.
Perhaps her fascination was for entirely different reasons than any of the other women's though. Even as she worked and approved new recruits to the army, her mind often wandered to the reports on Starscream's background. The man was a walking contradiction, and Megatron wanted nothing more than to break past his fronts and find out just what was going on in his mind.
Starscream had graduated with degrees in all sorts of sciences, yet here he was in Megatron's army. She was certain the pilot would be much happier in a lab than out on the battlefield, yet, at the same time, Starscream appeared to enjoy the battles. There were also rumors that he was becoming attached to a few other pilots, one of the established set of partners in particular.
There was also the now-famous story of the man's ability to charm with a single look - then he started talking, and everyone in the room had cleared out immediately.
Megatron spared the clock on the wall a glance. She did not, in fact, have the time to be dealing with Starscream; her schedule was full enough. Yet, at the same time, she wanted to get the inevitable talk out of the way...except Starscream was already late.
She busied herself with her paperwork while waiting, and even when Starscream knocked at the door and she allowed him to enter, she continued to work. Megatron paid him no attention for several more minutes - a deliberate test on the pilot's patience.
After a while though, the man began to fidget, and it was not long before he started talking. "Commander Megatron, you called for me?" said Starscream, gazing at her. He was fidgeting with his gold and white tie, nervous, or at the very least, restless. "I have...things to attend...to...." He faltered as Megatron looked up and cast her stony gaze upon him.
Megatron smirked internally. No doubt the pilot was wondering why he was here, what misdeed he must have done. Then again...she considered his personality, and decided he was likely too arrogant to be afraid of whatever reason she had called him here for.
"What do you think of Thundercracker and Skywarp?" she asked, casually leaning back and making an elaborate display of putting her pen down. She recalled that these two pilots were the pair Starscream was reported to be spending plenty of time with.
The question threw Starscream off guard. He blinked, surprised, before retooling his expression to something less compromising. "They're both skilled pilots," he said, though his tone was guarded and told Megatron he would much rather be talking about himself. Megatron smirked, visibly this time.
"They are, are they not?" she said, picking her pen up again and twirling it, "I have the mind to promote them. Thundercracker certainly has the intelligence to make Wing Commander..."
This caught Starscream's attention, as he straightened considerably and attempted to discretely smooth out the hem of his red jacket (though the motion was anything but discrete). Megatron waited for him to speak, twirling her pen some more, even as he opened his mouth.
"Frankly, sir," began Starscream, frowning, "Thundercracker is indecisive. Hardly a trait officers should have."
"And I suppose you fancy yourself capable where he is not."
Starscream hesitated for a moment, then, "...yes. Sir."
Megatron chuckled. There was something amusing about this situation, that the handsome young man before her would admit to his ambition so easily. Yet, it was not necessarily ambition behind his words. Megatron was very much familiar with the feeling of confidence that came with knowing just how powerful one was.
"You are a scientist," she said, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the desk as she clasped her hands together, "What do you know of commanding other men, of leading them to their deaths? Of making decisions for those same men?"
"I have the time to learn," answered Starscream, taking a small step closer, towards the desk. "I need only the opportunity."
"Then the first thing you must learn is knowing when to be bold." Megatron allowed her expression to darken, gazing at him sternly.
But Starscream only stayed where he was, fierce determination in his eyes, confidence apparently boosted quite a bit. "Then I can start right away," he said. Megatron held his gaze, tilting her head up a little as she considered him. She narrowed her eyes as she did so, using her most piercing look.
Starscream held the moment for a while longer, before lowering his gaze.
"Much to learn indeed," said Megatron, leaning back and visibly relaxing. Starscream said nothing further, lips tightly pressed together and brow furrowed as he watched her. Megatron moved only her hand, picking up a long, white envelope on her desk.
She held it out to him. Starscream blinked, and stared at with an expression Megatron could only call stupid.
"Take this to Shockwave," she said, slipping into a more commanding tone. Starscream moved, raising his hand to take the envelope, confusion clear in his brown eyes. He took great care not to crease the envelope.
"Dismissed," said Megatron, picking up her pen. Starscream backed away, towards the door, still looking confused about this sudden change. Megatron ignored him, focusing on the reports on her desk again, and Starscream finally took the hint.
He pulled open the door, the envelope clutched delicately between long fingers.
"Starscream."
The pilot stopped, then turned again. Megatron was still focused on her work, and her tone was quiet, but it was loud enough to reach him.
"You have my permission to defend yourself as you see fit."
Megatron smirked when the pilot left the room looking even more confused.
- - - - -
What did the letter contain? To be covered in the next one. Let's just say Shockwave is so not gonna like it.
//