[challenge] Backstory Challenge

[ajremix]

So it's JUST slow enough for me to put this up. It'll be the first of my (hopefully) monthly 24-hour challenges. If I can recall to do this on a monthly basis it'll be (idealy) on the first or within the first week of the month.

So this month's challenge is going to be backstory. Pick a character- whatever character you know (or think) I'm familiar with and I'll write a short drabble depicting their past however I see it. Because I probably won't be able to get to these as quickly as my previous challenges, you're free to pick three characters at a time. After I've finished all three of your challenges, you may pick another three. If someone else has picked a character you wanted to see a story of, you can still ask for them and I'll just do a different scene.

CHALLENGE IS NOW CLOSED BECAUSE GOOD GOD I HAVE SO MANY PROMPTS I SHOULD'VE THOUGHT THIS THROUGH MORE^^;;

Comments

[meallanmouse.livejournal.com]

- Animated Twins (Hey, technically, kinda one right?)
- Skywarp
- Kup

TFA Twins

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Haha, wow- things I learn. Three a piece may be too many prompts for something more than one sentence long XDD

They were the best. Hands down, uncontested, numero uno (and uno redux) the greatest pair of fighters to come out of their entire decade in the academy. Getting into and through training for the Elite Guard, for them, was going to be a snap.

Which not at all explained why they were both face down on the training mat while a skinny little icicle of a bot glared down at them. “If you’re done wasting my time…”

The two sneered at the black cycle who was tapping his foot impatiently. It was on, now.

[nkfloofiepoof]

Like you didn't see this coming

Optimus Prime, Soundwave, and Starscream :D

*shot*

Soundwave

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Despite his size, most never noticed he was there. He was just so silent and still, his energy signature and electrical field pulled in tight and barely a blip to anyone's sensors.

It made him perfect for being Senator Ratbat's liaison to the world he couldn't risk being associated with. For all but the meager amount of information, he didn't exist. He moved through the life and world like a ghost, making connections and finding out information and secrets and leaving chills behind.

He watched the universe go on around the tightly controlled and carefully constructed one that contained only himself and his ambitions. He worked for Ratbat no more than he worked for Swindle or the Constructicons. He merely passed information on to whoever could pay with credits or what he wanted to know.

In his universe he was untouched and utterly alone. He sat, invisible, undisturbed, and listened to everything and knew he could find ways to bend everyone to his wants.

[splendidshadows.livejournal.com]

Hot Rod, Springer, and Arcee. Together or apart. :D

HR/S/A

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Hot Rod bounced on the front of his peds, suddenly far more nervous now than he'd ever been in similar situations before. He wasn't certain what exactly changed (well, he kind of knew, but he didn't really understand why) and he didn't really know how to feel about this new change. He didn't think he liked it.

A small hand hooked around his arm, pulling at him until Arcee was pressed against his arm. "Calm down," she said, even as it was obvious she was just as anxious, "they'll be docking soon."

He tried. He really did. But the only thing he could think of was the communique that said that the Wreckers were returning from a mission with a couple of them severely injured. The lack of detail had his processors coming up with so many scenarios, each worse than the other.

"How can you deal with this?" Hot Rod blurted out. If being in love with Springer meant having to fear his death every time he went out, Hot Rod didn't know how long he'd last- didn't know how Arcee managed for so long on her own.

She hugged tightly at his arm. Hot Rod was suddenly glad he was there, feeling this, so she wouldn't be alone. "Usually by hating myself for hoping it was one of the others. Then I beat him for worrying me if he isn't hurt."

"And if he is?"

Her fingers tightened so hard she almost left grooves and the smile on her lips was almost believable. "Then I wait until he's better and beat him for being so reckless."

Hot Rod pulled his arm from Arcee's and wrapped it around her shoulders as the Wreckers' shuttle came in. "At least I have something to look forward to." He said, smile just as believably false.

[lunar-eclipse24.livejournal.com]

Um, I don't really know you that well, but I'd like to request TFA Starscream.

TFA Starscream

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

This was it. The war was over, it had finished. Everything he'd fought so hard for, wanted so badly and it was all falling away from them on a little planet they were now exiled from.

Because they'd fought. And they lost. And now their home was forever banned to them.

Starscream twisted on a turbine and marched across the observation deck, purposefully jostling Megatron as he passed. "Well done, mighty leader."

[darkfire-blade.livejournal.com]

Tracks, Perceptor and Brawn please? ^^

Tracks

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Just because he was created on one of the lowest levels of Iacon didn't mean he had to accept it. He'd sneak closer to the higher levels to watch as the nobles went about their day. He watched and dreamed and obsessed.

The first thing to change was his mannerisms and attitude. His tone, his speech patterns and vocabulary changed. He became haughty, condescending and crude to the 'lower class' despite being one of them.

Then he began to change his body: brighter colors, a sleeker chassis, more exotic features until soon his original body had been entirely reformatted.

He left his original job before his contract was up, snuck his way to one of the upper levels- still too low to be apart of the nobility he so admired but now almost respectable.

New name, new life- he could almost pretend he'd always been what he wanted to be.

[greenangel.livejournal.com]

Bluestreak, Wheeljack, TFAnimated Bulkhead

Bulkhead

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

He sighed, stretching out short, thick legs and running the tired old argument through his memory again. It wasn't that he didn't like the energon farm, exactly, he just... wanted something else was all.

"Cube for your thoughts?"

Bulkhead looked at the cube, then up at the tanker offering it. "Hey, thanks Wheeler."

The two large mechs sat watching the stars over the glow of energon processing machines and let the night sink around them.

"Ya know," Wheeler said in that slow, easy way he did everything, "I don't get why you wanna do the space bridge thing. You say you wanna see the universe, to me it seems like you'll just be seeing machines."

"At least it'll be in different places."

A hand smacked across Bulkhead's back, nearly bowling him forward. "Good luck with it!" As Bulkhead stared at Wheeler, surprised for the support, the tanker laughed. "If all that yelling Flatbed's done at you hasn't stopped you get, I don't think anything will."

He smiled, soft and relieved. "Thanks, Wheeler."

[mommimus-prime.livejournal.com]

Hound, Mirage, Trailbreaker

Hound

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

It was probably a silly reason to get into it and he could certainly pass it off for a legitimate skill now but Hound, frankly, hated using his holoprojector as part of someone's battle tactics.

He didn't get a projector to fool someone, he didn't learn how to create and manipulate holoimages to make someone not see a trap that was there. He did it because captures just... well, they weren't enough.

A still image didn't have the same kind of form and texture life did. Vids didn't have the same dimensionality and smells that being there possessed. But Hound wanted to bring the wonders of life and new discoveries everywhere he could.

He didn't spend countless cycles experimenting with the play of light, each individual movement of an organic and enhancing his own olfactory sensors to get the smells just right to fool anyone or to show off. He just wanted to educated others, let them see whole worlds out there that they'd never bother looking at once if he couldn't bring it to them.

Hound wanted his skills with his holoprojector to inspire and awe. Not to distract while war destroyed what it was he loved.

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

Prowl, Springer, Impactor if you can do so?

Springer

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

"Well, well. Surprised it took this long for you to get the boot."

Springer turned on his seat, surprised to have anyone addressing him. Even more surprised to find who. "TC! Isn't this a surprise? Pull up a seat- I haven't seen you since training!"

Thundercracker made himself comfortable at Springer's elbow. Another jet- black and evidently unhappy -sat on Thundercracker's other side. "Heard about your dismissal from Wingspan."

"You still in contact with him?"

"Off and on."

"Hn, not surprised to hear he's got tabs on everyone, though." Springer grinned, nudging at the blue jet. "You're looking pretty good. Guess going mercenary's done better for you than an Autobot officer, huh?"

Thundercracker couldn't help but grin in return which caused the second jet's unhappy look to turn into a frown. "Can't survive out here while keeping a low profile, but at least I don't have regs and officers venting down my chassis. It's surprisingly good to see you again," he added, leaning a wing against Springer's back.

A low whine of engines at Thundercracker's side caught his attention. "Oh yeah- Springer, this is my partner Skywarp. Warp, this is an old buddy of mine from the academy."

"Nice to meet you."

Skywarp's reply was to open scowl.

Still as unruffled as ever, Springer smoothly transitioned to the time-old conversation of 'catching up' even as he pinged Thundercracker on a tightlink. :I don't think your buddy likes me much.:

:Jet mentality.:

:You never seemed to mind me before.: Springer moved in closer, pressing shoulder to shoulder with Thundercracker and watched Skywarp's expression darken.

:Meh. You amused me.:

:You do realize this means I have to mess with him.: Outwardly he said something that made Thundercracker almost choke on his energon laughing. Skywarp was not amused.

:It'll make for some good entertainment.:

[jigsaws231.livejournal.com]

If you don't mind - Tracks, Red Alert, Smokescreen.

Smokescreen

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

"Smokey! Come deal our table!"

"No way, I've got his time!"

"Slag that- he's ours!"

Smokescreen laughed, giving both parties a flirtatious smile. "Now gentlemechs, don't get into a scuffle over me. You know the house rules."

"We paid forty to have him deal for us."

"I paid seventy-three for a cycle in the back."

The three looking to gamble snarled. "Eighty."

The large white mech sneered back. "Eighty-five."

"Ninety."

"Ninety-five."

"A hundred."

Smokescreen just watched both sides attempting to outbid each other for his time and smiled brightly and neutrally. Internally he was counting down the clicks to recharge his energy levels.

"One twenty!" The group said desperately. It was obvious, just from their scuffed and ragged forms they rarely had the credits to gamble at the High Hand, let alone pay for Smokescreen to personally deal.

The other mech stood proudly, flawless armor gleaming in the subdued light. "One fifty."

Engines roared and grumbled, fists and denta clenched, but they couldn't do anything. Not without getting beaten and banned from the den. One of them muttered darkly about 'overpaid Autobot officers' but looked jealously away as an arm wrapped around the dealer's slender waist.

"You'll be worth ever credit." It wasn't a request.

Smokescreen gave a long, seductive smile, hands trailing lightly on the red insignia on white chestplate. "I always am." He couldn't wait for his workshift to be over.

[stormbringer986.livejournal.com]

If you're familiar enough, I'd like to see some backstory for Shockwave.

Shockwave

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

It was almost disappointingly simple to hack into his mentor's files. Was he seriously not supposed to do so? Was he really expected to not want to understand his mentor's background- the amount of information determined classified even to his high clearance by the Security Force, the almost non-existence of a mech Shockwave knew to be far older than him?

He scrolled through the files and texts, not reading them but capturing their information for perusal at a later date. Shockwave wasn't certain how long it would be until his mentor returned, but his need to know and understand had led him to this and would not let him rest until he found it all.

And then a file caught his attention. And all the files that one led to. All of them based on the teachings and research of his mentor's mentor: Jhiaxus.

Shockwave found himself absorbed, processes hungering to know more, to understand how his mentor was connected to a mech that was lost so long ago he was almost forgotten.

"What are you doing?"

Shockwave turned, almost surprised to have been caught. "I am reading your files." He said simply- no use in denying it now.

The larger mech strode up, snarly. "Why?" He hissed. "I told you it was none of your business!"

"Why did you not tell me you were Jhiaxus's assistant?"

Thunderwing stared at Shockwave long and hard. He reached beyond the younger mech and disconnected him from the terminal. "Because you are too much like him. And that makes you dangerous.

[seikk.livejournal.com]

Scavenger, Mixmaster, Blades

If you don't mind my asking, that is ^^;

Blades

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Obsolete

Worthless waste of parts

Just getting in the way of our sky

They didn't even try to hide their contempt for Blades and his kind, those high-and-mighty jets thinking they had monopoly over the air. Blades sneered back at them, snappish and cruel. They had nothing, just speed. So what?

He was better than them. He could do things they could only imagine. He'd show them, Blades vowed to himself. Just because a helo didn't have the speed didn't mean they were useless.

Most jets couldn't move vertically, jets didn't have the mobility a helo did, they couldn't perform all the tasks they looked down upon.

But he'd show them. He'd be the most skilled helo in the Autobot ranks and he'll show each and ever one of those airheads just what a helo could do.

[tiamat1972.livejournal.com]

Skydive, Thundercracker and Ratchet.

Thundercracker

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

He stood before the court martial, head held high and jaw squared, outright ignoring the officers that were there to judge him.

"Thundercracker," the presiding officer all but snapped, "do you not understand the severity of the charges leveled against you?"

"I do." His words were as calm as if he were saying the time of day.

"Your actions instigated a riot."

"Your actions started it. I didn't ask them to riot when your guards came at me with an inhibitor claw."

"They were wings under your command."

"I didn't tell them to interfere." He glared at the presiding officer, scowling deeply. "Maybe that should tell you something."

"The only thing this tells me is you have no remorse for your actions."

Thundercracker let a snort rip through his vents, but said nothing.

The other officers sneered and grumbled at his arrogance. Thundercracker paid them no heed. They were all ground-pounders anyway.

"For your crimes you will serve two meta cycles of imprisonment. Upon completion, you will be stripped of all rank and privilege and dismissed from the Autobots." He glared down at the jet. "Do you have anything to say, Thundercracker?"

He glared right back, lips twisted in a growl. "Do I get these optic-sore insignias taken off now, or do I have to be disgusted at them for two meta cycles?"

[cdol.livejournal.com]

Slingshot, and Superion please.

Slingshot

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

It wasn't enough. Dammit, it still wasn't enough! Slingshot strained his engines, forcing them into the red, trying to eke out every bit of power, of speed, of range out of them he could.

His wings shuddered, his engines were overheating but he still couldn't get much faster than mach 1.6. He wasn't fast enough, he wasn't strong enough and he pushed and pushed and prayed he'd be able to overcome his limitations by pure will alone.

His desperation fueled him even as warnings and alarms went off, engines running too hot, fuel too low, strain beginning to crack at his body. Slingshot wouldn't accept it, he couldn't. He refused to be the weak link of his team- he would allow himself to be the slowest, the weakest. He. Won't. Have it!

His team eventually found him at the end of a groove he carved into the ground, rocks and brush tossed up and armor cracking, dented and dirtied. They carried him back home, not angry at him, not frustrated at his single-mindedness. They just wanted Slingshot to stop obsessing over his flaws and realize that- what he was good at, he was better than anyone.

[bookworm-faith.livejournal.com]

mind one of your lurkers joining in? I'd love to see more on Xantium ^^ Also um, *looks at list of who has been picked already* Hrm. Scoop... aaand...Jazz please?

Xantium

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Xantium rarely looked forward to crew shifts. Not because she didn't like her crews (she didn't mind them, for the most part) they just rarely made an impression on her. To be honest, Xantium was bored out of her immense number of processors. If it weren't for the occasional attempted raid on her, going through space anomalies or catching updates from other sentient ships, there was very little to catch her interest.

So when, not a deca cycle after getting this new crew that someone was screaming irately in her halls, unable to do more than drag themselves around because someone had reversed and locked the polarity of their mag plates, Xantium couldn't help but be curious of the incident.

And when a little black jet pressed against her walls with a wide grin and whispered, "Don't tell anyone," Xantium knew this crew was going to be entertaining.

[elvenarchress.livejournal.com]

Prowl and Springer (hopefully something about their first meeting, at the academy or whatever)

and Sandstorm (was this a little too obvious? ^^;)

Prowl and Springer

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Can you tell I've been thinking about this? XDD

He was tired, hurting, angry and had just been humiliated for the first time in training and the one that had finally destroyed his flawless record was acting like this was a game! Like none of this mattered!

“If this were a live battle," Prowl snapped because he couldn't seem to get through to the triplechanger any other way, all his arguments smacked down as if they were unimportant, "that hashed tactic would’ve gotten you killed!”

Springer's optics narrowed. “The way I see it- if this were a real battle you’d have a round in your cortext unit right now. So you were decimated- so the frag what? This is a simulated battle- lose every single exercise from here on out and all that matters is what you learn from them.” A gray finger pressed against Prowl’s hood. “Losing lives here means nothing because none of this is real. Let someone outthink you in an actual battlefield and you’ll be lucky if you survive to figure out what it was you didn’t do. I’m not afraid of losing battles here and I’m not afraid of finding out what I’ve done wrong. A real leader doesn’t go trying to find excuses for what went wrong- they find the problem, fix it and make sure it doesn’t happen again. If you’re more worried about your perfect record then whoever is under your command,” Springer snarled, “go back to your platoon of fledglings.”

They stood, glowering at each other until Prowl dropped his gaze, glaring instead at Springer’s orange chestplate. In turn, Springer moved away and gestured for the groups to assemble. “Transform and head back to the RV.” Prowl didn’t move, just stood furious- with his failure, with Springer and with himself. “…hey-“

“I heard.” He said shortly, transforming and following the rest of the column.

[kirin-saga.livejournal.com]

Perceptor, Blaster, and Brawn. Please?

Brawn

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

He didn't know what it was about himself that made the other minibots sort of... congregate (is that the right word?) around him and after a while Brawn didn't really care (too much).

Most of them were young and impulsive and needed a... well, not a role model (because Brawn sure as hell didn't consider himself one) but someone to... look up to? Look after them? Did he look after them?

Sure, he stood up for a couple of them whenever one of the taller mechs tried to give them a rough time, but was that really looking after them? For their size minibots were notoriously tough so it's not like he really worried about them in a fight. Except for a couple. A couple of them he'd grown fond of. And whenever someone got injured in a battle. Then he worried. Kind of.

Someone had to deal with the little guys, right? And just because Brawn was the most veteran of them all, it was only natural they came to him, right?

Right.

Just because he didn't back down from normal sized 'bots and gave advice to other minitbots on how to deal with them and tried to help a hurt comrade whenever he couldn't didn't make, like, special or anything. It was just what a good Autobot did.

[renne.livejournal.com]

IDWverse Megatron Origin twins?

IDW Twins

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

It's actually just Sunstreaker, but I'm sure this still fits the prompt.

"This information is imperative. We must know."

"I'm exercising my right to be silent, so frag off."

"Look, Sunstreaker-"

"Don't you Autobots have rules against keeping someone here wrongfully? I want a lawyer."

"You are being held for suspicion, we have not broken any laws by keeping you here."

"Suspicion of what?"

"For participating in illegal underground death matches."

"Do you have any proof?"

"....no."

"Then you can't keep me here and I want out. Now."

"We need information-"

"You need to let me go before I start pressing charges!"

"Your brother-"

An icy glare killed that sentence quick. "What about my brother." Came the murderous demand.

To their credit, the Autobot didn't exactly quiver. Much. "Your brother had a number of outstanding tickets and fines compiled against him as well as evidence of selling stolen items." The quivering increased in direct relation to the utter death in Sunstreaker's glare. "All we need is a time and location of the next match and we will be willing to drop all charges against him. If not, a warrant for his arrest will be put into place."

"This," Sunstreaker growled, "is a dangerous game you're playing with me, Autobot."

"It is," they agreed, "but we've run out of options. We will have Megatron and his crew captured in any way we can. Both you and your brother will be granted immunity for your participation in these events-"

"Sideswipe has never been to one of these fights and I've never participated."

"You will be granted immunity and all previous outstanding records on your brother will be wiped clean. All we need is an in. No one will know who it was that leaked this information."

Sunstreaker sat and he glared and he thought about how much he hated these hypocritical Autobots.

[mimi-sardinia.livejournal.com]

Only two... Optimus Prime and Ultra Magnus.

Optimus Prime

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

It was a decision that he'd have to make sooner or later- he knew this even as he accepted position as Prime. But that didn't mean he wanted to, wish there was some way for him to regulate this duty to someone else.

But no, it wasn't fair to put this responsibility onto anyone else when he wasn't willing to take it himself. It was a decision he had to make eventually, a decision other officers in his command were forced to make, decisions Sentinel Prime had had to make before. But it made it no easier for him to say.

Optimus Prime balled his hands tightly, tone steady and hard and tried so desperately not to hate himself even as he said, "All forces pull back."

"But sir- there's still survivors on the surface-"

"Pull back," he ordered and hoped they could understand that the handful below weren't worth risking scores of others, "we're retreating."

Live action movie-verse, Aerialbots

[(Anonymous)]

Can I have a story where Someone Important Autobot (Ultra Magnus? Elita 1?) steals the gestalt technology, and unactivated Aerialbots, from Shockwave? I so very much adore your Aerialbots.

Re: Live action movie-verse, Aerialbots

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Sorry, this entry is for backstory challenges only and my knowledge of the movie-verse is somewhat limited.

[hellsangelcurse.livejournal.com]

May I please have Firflight, Skyfire/Jetfire (which ever name you use) and Perceptor?
Thanks.

Jetfire

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

He'd been warned before hand that his crew was... a little on the difficult side. Jetfire didn't think they could possibly be as bad as rumor made them out to be. They were all scientists, after all. How much trouble could they really be?

The first thing he heard as he stepped aboard the bridge of the Calabi-Yau was:

"Afterburner! Leave Strafe alone before I put cuffs on you!"

"After what he said?"

"I don't care what he said- I care that you're trying to rip his head off!"

"I told you, Shot! I told you he's trying to kill me!"

"That's because you keep provoking him."

"Nosecone- you're not helping. Afterburner- down. Now. And Strafe, shut up. You're not helping."

"You bots really need to calm down, you know that?"

"You can shut it, too, Lightspeed."

Jetfire mentally retracted his previous assumption. Sounded like he had some serious work ahead of him.

[dreamer-way.livejournal.com]

*Waves* Hey, how about doing Inferno, First Aid, and Punch/Counterpunch place?

Inferno

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Quint ranted at the young mech with all the rage the blazing fire behind him had. "You idiot, Inferno! You could've gotten yourself killed in there!"

Inferno tried to quip something off-handed and amusing but had trouble with a medical team trying to dislodge all the ash and metal fragments that got into him.

"You need to think! You can't just run into the middle of whatever's burning and expect to come out as easy as you did this time!" Because coming out half melted was definitely getting off easy. "There's procedures for these situations! They're there to keep us safe!"

Inferno waved a hand, trying to mime his defense with a vacuum tube down his mouth, trying to clear out the debris that was cycled into his internals.

Quint shook his head at the sight, then turned to look at the three other 'bots being treated for burns, overheating and melted components. Mechs that Inferno had barely been able to pull out of a collapsed portion of the burning building. He turned back to Inferno and told him honestly, "Thank you. Don't ever do that again."

Wheeljack

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

"...Jack?"

He turned at the hesitant sound of his name and was just as surprised to see who was by him. "Topspin! Look at you, all beefed up!" Wheeljack strode up, quick and eager. It felt odd being able to pet his hands on Topspin's shoulders without having to stretch upwards. It wasn't a drastic change on him, but he was far larger and heavily armed than the last time Wheeljack saw him. "You're all business now, huh?"

"Me? Lookit you!" Topspin said weakly, trying to get over the shock. "You're... you..."

Wheeljack's vocal indicators flashed with a low chuckle. "Surprising, huh?" He turned, showing off his mech body. "Got transferred into a larger body. I helped pioneer the practice. Still has some kinks in it, but I'm in great shape myself."

"Huh. How 'bout that."

The two stood, looking at each other in an uncomfortable silence. Wheeljack felt something deep inside plunge, twisted and cold. "Don't like it, huh?"

"No, no!" Topspin said quickly. "It's just..." his hand traced over the hood, remembering where there was once a windshield, once slender curves and delicate angles and he missed them, yeah but, "it's better for you in a stronger body." He said eventually.

"But you don't like it."

A hand grabbed at his and Topspin gave a soft, honest smile. "It keeps you safe. That's more than enough reason for me to accept it."

[littlecafei.livejournal.com]

I'll make it easy on you and only do two X3:

1. Alessa from SH1
2. Xellos from Slayers. Our favorite little purple-haired bastard.

Xellos

[idiosyn.livejournal.com]

Ever since the War of Monster's Fall ended, Xellos had been bored. Very bored. Bored as bored could possibly be and after so many years of boredom, he had to do something and terrorizing the creatures on his Mistress's island was only interesting for so many hours (after that, they learned to run the hell away whenever he was around).

So he went up to his Mistress, knelt with his head low and smile solemn and respectful and made his request.

"And what would you be doing among the humans?" She asked idly, probably just as bored as Xellos had been.

"Creating confusion, chaos, discontent and entertainment."

"I am in need of entertainment..."

"Mistress Xelas, I would do whatever it took to keep you happy."

She looked down at him, as if considering even as her mind were already made up. "Get going, then. Be sure to have a lot of fun." She added with a purr.

"Of course, Mistress."

here are some more

[naria-satome.livejournal.com]

bumblebee - movieverse

here some change:
eleventh squad
yumichika