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ajremixSo I don’t know how many people realize this, but while Megatron was sending energon back to Cybertron, Optimus Prime wasn’t. And between season 2 and the animated movie, the Autobots were kicked off the planet. Coincidence? You decide.
Title: Liberated by the Foe
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 647
Characters: Razorclaw, Ultra Magnus
Summary: Optimus Prime didn’t seem to realize the key to saving Cybertron was on Earth.
Razorclaw sat before Ultra Magnus with barely a look of concern even as the large commander pinned him with a flat glare. “Have you even considered,” Ultra Magnus rumbled with barely contained rage, “what you’re doing?”
“Of course I have.” The gestalt leader replied smoothly. “That’s why it’s being done.”
“Do you really think I’ll just let you and your team walk away like this?”
He sneered. “Do you really want to try to stop us?”
Ultra Magnus did not fear Razorclaw. He surpassed the gold and black mech in size, mass and strength, there was as good as chance he’d win in a one-on-one fight as Razorclaw would have. But it wouldn’t be the correct way to handle this. Even if he managed to wrestle the predator down, it wouldn’t solve anything.
“This is a mistake, Razorclaw.”
Optic band flashing coldly he asked, “Is it? Funny, I kinda think this is a long time in coming.”
“Do you honestly believe joining the Decepticons will solve your problems.”
“As a matter of fact I do. Morality is only useful if you’re alive to keep it. I plan on surviving. I plan on my team to survive and I will keep us alive the best way possible. Right now, if we stay here, if we keep fighting for the Autobots, we’re as good as dead.”
“Joining them won’t make your situation any better.”
“I doubt that. Arrangements have already been made. We are leaving.”
A hand slammed on the desk that resounded through the thick doors and out into the hall. Razorclaw sat stoically, unimpressed. “And you’ll just sell your morals just like that?” He snapped. “Everything we’ve worked so long to achieve and you’re just going to throw it all away for some superficial comforts?”
Razorclaw’s optic band narrowed dangerously at the accusation. “Superficial comforts? Is that what you really believe? Fine, then. Make me an offer, Ultra Magnus.” Razorclaw snarled, leaning over the large desk, hands like claws as each confrontational word was bit out of his vocalizer. “Make an offer that will change my mind. Make an offer that matches what Shockwave is willing to give me. Guarantee that my team will have all the energon they need. Guarantee that we will have proper maintenance, that our systems won’t starve and freeze. Guarantee that we won't lack anything that we need.”
With the harsh truth staring at him in the face, too honest to ever lie to one of his own, Ultra Magnus looked away, mouth pressed into a thin line.
His answer received, Razorclaw stood back, optics colored with distaste. “You can’t, can you. Shockwave can. Because Megatron is sending his forces shipments of energon. What has Optimus Prime been doing for us? Where are our supplies, the ones Prime left to find four million years ago? He’s so busy trying to protect that primitive backwater planet he’s left his own army to die as our systems slowly dry out. We get more energon stealing from Shockwave’s cache’s than we do from Prime himself. Why should I sacrifice my team to fight for a cause when our leader doesn’t even care enough to ensure we have the energy to continue functioning?
“The Predabots are through with this army. I know you’re aware we’re far from the first ‘bots to defect and I know you know we won’t be the last. Not if things keep on the course they are.” Razorclaw eyed Ultra Magnus slowly before deciding to leave with, “If you were smart, you’d do the same. Dying because of your own failure doesn’t make you a martyr, it just makes you a sad tragedy.”
On quiet feet, Razorclaw left Ultra Magnus for the last time. The commander laced his hands together and held them before his face. He wondered how much more they’d have to lose before Optimus Prime came to their aid.
Title: Liberated by the Foe
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 647
Characters: Razorclaw, Ultra Magnus
Summary: Optimus Prime didn’t seem to realize the key to saving Cybertron was on Earth.
Razorclaw sat before Ultra Magnus with barely a look of concern even as the large commander pinned him with a flat glare. “Have you even considered,” Ultra Magnus rumbled with barely contained rage, “what you’re doing?”
“Of course I have.” The gestalt leader replied smoothly. “That’s why it’s being done.”
“Do you really think I’ll just let you and your team walk away like this?”
He sneered. “Do you really want to try to stop us?”
Ultra Magnus did not fear Razorclaw. He surpassed the gold and black mech in size, mass and strength, there was as good as chance he’d win in a one-on-one fight as Razorclaw would have. But it wouldn’t be the correct way to handle this. Even if he managed to wrestle the predator down, it wouldn’t solve anything.
“This is a mistake, Razorclaw.”
Optic band flashing coldly he asked, “Is it? Funny, I kinda think this is a long time in coming.”
“Do you honestly believe joining the Decepticons will solve your problems.”
“As a matter of fact I do. Morality is only useful if you’re alive to keep it. I plan on surviving. I plan on my team to survive and I will keep us alive the best way possible. Right now, if we stay here, if we keep fighting for the Autobots, we’re as good as dead.”
“Joining them won’t make your situation any better.”
“I doubt that. Arrangements have already been made. We are leaving.”
A hand slammed on the desk that resounded through the thick doors and out into the hall. Razorclaw sat stoically, unimpressed. “And you’ll just sell your morals just like that?” He snapped. “Everything we’ve worked so long to achieve and you’re just going to throw it all away for some superficial comforts?”
Razorclaw’s optic band narrowed dangerously at the accusation. “Superficial comforts? Is that what you really believe? Fine, then. Make me an offer, Ultra Magnus.” Razorclaw snarled, leaning over the large desk, hands like claws as each confrontational word was bit out of his vocalizer. “Make an offer that will change my mind. Make an offer that matches what Shockwave is willing to give me. Guarantee that my team will have all the energon they need. Guarantee that we will have proper maintenance, that our systems won’t starve and freeze. Guarantee that we won't lack anything that we need.”
With the harsh truth staring at him in the face, too honest to ever lie to one of his own, Ultra Magnus looked away, mouth pressed into a thin line.
His answer received, Razorclaw stood back, optics colored with distaste. “You can’t, can you. Shockwave can. Because Megatron is sending his forces shipments of energon. What has Optimus Prime been doing for us? Where are our supplies, the ones Prime left to find four million years ago? He’s so busy trying to protect that primitive backwater planet he’s left his own army to die as our systems slowly dry out. We get more energon stealing from Shockwave’s cache’s than we do from Prime himself. Why should I sacrifice my team to fight for a cause when our leader doesn’t even care enough to ensure we have the energy to continue functioning?
“The Predabots are through with this army. I know you’re aware we’re far from the first ‘bots to defect and I know you know we won’t be the last. Not if things keep on the course they are.” Razorclaw eyed Ultra Magnus slowly before deciding to leave with, “If you were smart, you’d do the same. Dying because of your own failure doesn’t make you a martyr, it just makes you a sad tragedy.”
On quiet feet, Razorclaw left Ultra Magnus for the last time. The commander laced his hands together and held them before his face. He wondered how much more they’d have to lose before Optimus Prime came to their aid.
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Date: 2008-07-24 03:19 am (UTC)Ah well, it all turned out well in the end! I think. ^^; Post-movie episodes are a little hazy for me. :D
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Date: 2008-07-24 03:45 am (UTC)(btw, i don't think i ever told you, but i love that magnus icon of yours. he looks damn hot)
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Date: 2008-07-24 04:01 am (UTC)(And thanks! When I saw that panel in Spotlight: Arcee, I pretty much melted and knew I had to icon-ize it ASAP! Milne draws an awesome Magnus. Robby Musso - for the Ultra Magnus Spotlight no less - not so much. =/)
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Date: 2008-07-27 11:24 am (UTC)...Though now I'm confused about the credits I have on my copy. o_o
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Date: 2008-07-27 05:23 pm (UTC)poorly updatedicon journal. XDno subject
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Date: 2008-07-28 06:57 am (UTC)Whatever the case, my icon comes from the cover of my version.
Another thing the commentary said is that the real reason Megatron attacks Autobot City )and why Optimus was sending a shuttle there for energon) is because Autobot City is what is fueling the efforts being made from the Moon Bases to reclaim Cybertron.
But anyway, my mindset on the Autobots' method was that it may have not had the instant results that the Decepticons had, but once they had the trust of the American government, it would be far steadier.
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Date: 2008-07-28 07:33 am (UTC)I don't know how long Autobot City was supposed to have been around by that point, but I'd imagine the Decepticons had plenty to stockpile by then. Even just five years would've given them a substantial lead in both energy and probably bribing Neutrals/Autobots to their cause.
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Date: 2008-07-28 11:41 am (UTC)But you have a point - frankly, at the time TFTM happens, the Autobots are losing. The 'Cons have Cybertron and the Autobots are basically fighting a useless attempt to get it back. If anything, Unicron did the Autobots a huge favour when he basically ran the Decepticons off Cybertron - the Autobots were lucky that Hot Rod got the matrix open in time to stop Unicron from totally destroying the planet.