Lemonade is better, till you sweeten up the bowl.
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As one of cybertron’s best known decepticon loyalist.
Shockwave has calculated every scenario left and right, some are unpredictable and some are… well, very predictable to a point mind you, not everyone follows the exact same predictions every time.
Don’t get him wrong, he’s been called many things, though most of them are very illogical, he’s not one to correct their autobots for their rumours and speculation.
Just when he thinks things seemed to be running smoothly in his optic, starscream showed up unannounced.
‘As per usual, lord megatron’s headache arrived.’ He thinks, at first not bothering to turn around… but has other ideas when he hears loud muffled noises from the seeker did he decide to turn towards the SIC.
He stared at starscream, in shock when his optic caught sight of what was not on his list of priorities.
“… you brought a female?” He asks, surprised there are any more left since the golden age. “I brought an autobot but yes, this one is female.” He says casually, placing the two tone greenish- blue femme on one of their chairs.
Said femme staring at him like she’s gonna use his helm as a cup holder from how hard she’s glaring at him.
“You think lord megatron might be pleased for the capture?” He asks, arching his optic ridge at the logical orientated bot.
“Are you certain it’s wise to keep her here?” Shockwave asks, turning his helm back at the seeker.
“Indeed, she might give us the information we need.” Starscream concedes, his servos on his hips as his back is turned away from the femme.
“And you brought her here for megatron?” He asks, tilting his helm at the seeker. “No. I’m going to infiltrate their base on my own--.” He says with pride, while shockwave finds that illogical and starscream is continuing his rant on being the next leader.
Shockwave noticed the femme… not struggling, but actually trying to get out of the stassis bonds, he doubts she’ll get out those bonds, they’re stassis cuffs, a bot’s best friend…
And yet she did, both the cuffs off her wrists and in her servos. ‘Oh scrap she got out…’ he thinks turning his helm back to the seeker…
Then turned back to the femme with a double take, shock going through his processor as saw the female put them down gently.
‘Oh scrap! SHE GOT OUT THE STASSIS CUFFS!!” He thinks, watching the femme take off the gag too, her lips a deep frown as she stands up and sneaks towards them. “Starscream, I think it would be logical to turn-.”
“I’m not finished. As i said it is important to gather as much supplies as we can by stealing-.”
He suddenly got cut off as the femme’s restarlueus wraps around his middle- avoiding his cockpit -her servos clinging onto each other before lifting him up and bridging to slam him down. The seeker’s back and helm meet the metallic flooring.
Shockwave watched in horror and slightly with awe as the two-three tone blueish-green femme stands up with elegance and walks away.
Acting like she didn’t just suplexed the the second in command right in front of him.
Before she can get far, he faux coughed into his servo, making her stop in her tracks. “Ma’am, I would appreciate if you took my advice and-.”
“You want what he had?”
She finally spoke, pointing to a completey wiped out starscream as the seeker twitches his in agony. “I would not.” He answers, logically stepping back.
“Good, hate this cycle.” She mutters, suddenly walking up to starscream and grabbing the blaster from his hip holster.
“I’m taking this.” The femme tells him, walking away before giving the seeker an offensive kick to his helm. “Uhh… miss, as logical as your mood might be, you’re still technically in megatron’s territory.” He tries to warn.
“Ugh! Megatron! Megatron! Megatron! That all everybody talks about!!” She shouts, clearly fed up. “It was already bad enough with Optimus prime this! Optimus prime that! What is it with you lot idolising your fragging leaders?!”
She shouts, already infuriated by the amount of what she has heard and been said to her. ‘That is… a logical crash out.’ He thinks with a curt nod.
“--I mean! Seriously?! Stop. Idolising. Fragging normal bots! Megatron’s probably all talk and no fight.” Oh that is-… that is dangerous territory, she should not have said that, she’d definitely not have said that!
Especially in front of the mech himself! Right behind her! Just stepping out of the elevator she’s trying to reach!
“Uh, I really don’t think you should-.” But it’s too Late, she’s already rambling on about it even more. “Shouldn’t what?! Say what I think?! You just look at screans all day! And he’s still withering in pain!”
She points out, the seeker still very much twitching and groaning from that suplex muttering. “I can’t feel my frame….”
Scoffing at the ridiculousness of the whole thing, she turns back to the hexagonal headed mech.
“If he’s really that powerful and dangerous as you claim? Then he can come down here and face me like a mech and not a fragging coward-!” She stopped abruptly, bumping into the warlord’s chassis before looking up at him.
His optics are sharp and distain, awaiting for… something from the femme. “You’re blocking the elevator mech.” She points out, nonchalant at his presence.
“I am. And you are?” He asks, restarlueus crossed and his weapon completely in view. “Shutter. I’m a weapon smith, you?” She arched her optic ridge, cocking her helm to the left.
“I’m megatron.”
Once he introduced himself, her optics widened a bit in surprise. Looking at the other up and down, she let out a surprised hum. “You ain’t a coward after all.” She says suddenly.
“Can I get through now? I go scrap to do.” She said with as much nonchalant as a femme can say.
“N-no way!” A shrill screech protests, making the three bots turn towards the SIC. “… is he in agony?” Megatron asks, pointing at the seeker with an amused smile. “You’re in decepticon territory autobot.” Starscream sneers.
“You’ll be a good hostage and-.”
“I’m not an autobot.”
Is all she has to say to make, megatron, shockwave and starscream whip their helms around at the speed of sound, starscream’s with a bewildered look on his face.
“… you kidnapped a a decepticon?!” Shockwave shouts, terrified and upset starscream had done that. “Um.. not a decepticon either.” She interjects, shaking her helm. “Is this a regular occurrence?” She asks, whispering towards the leader.
“Not normally, this is the first.” He whispers back, both bots watching the scientist and seeker fighting like cats and dogs. “Are you free this evening?” Megatron asks, surprising the blue tone femme.
“I mean, for wares. You say you’re a weapon smith.” He saves, shutter arched her optic ridge at the tall mech before shrugging.
“Yeah, I’m free. But don’t expect me wearing your insignia.” She points, glaring half heartedly at the warrior. “I prefer staying on neutral terms.”
Megatron chuckled at the femme’s response. “That’s fair.” He smiled, letting her first into the elevator before joining her. “Do you do customisable weapons?”
“I do, but they take longer to make depending if you want it attached or not--.”
The elevator closed, leaving both a confused seeker and a confused scientist. “… what just happened?” Starscream asks. “I’m uncertain, but I have a theory.” Shockwave says, calculating his leader’s questions and response. “And that theory is…?”
“Is that megatron is infatuated with the weapon smith femme.”
“… WHAT?!?!!?”
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Megatron: and that was how I met my conjunx endurae and your carrier.
Bumblebee:
Bumblebee: dad/mom I asked if you wanted some rust sticks.
Megatron: ohh, yes I do… are there any oxidised copper flavour?
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Phew! Ok that’s done!
I had this crazy idea that shutter in the g1 universe (not sure if she’s a canon character there tbh-) that she’d be a weapon smith, she’d be the reason megatron has that ball and chain in the first place in this au as he recommended it to rival Optimus’ axe.
I was gonna write about her being approached by megatron… but that’s just boring, so I went with the kidnapped approach and got her to wound starscream’s pride.