User blog:GuacamoleCCXR/Guac's fanfic thing - these titles are getting shorter with every chapter! - CHAPTER 3

''Author’s notes: This was a surprisingly difficult instalment. You might notice that I document every single one of Screamer’s facial expressions (pretty much). That’s because he’s the only character that I don’t know personally and have a voice and image of, so I pretty much sit there for 20 minutes and re-enact the scenes from the story in my mind trying to find out if it’s authentic. Please, for the love of god, be so kind of try to do the same thing while reading (with Michael Dobson’s voice and all) because I put way too much effort in that. :D ''

''I also decided not to introduce anyone else from LMBW just yet because I preferred to get some things straight first that I felt were still lacking. ''

“Just what does this guy think he’s doing?!” '' ''

“I have no idea,” Rollins shouted back. “But if we stay here, we’ll be squished by the shockwave, and even if that doesn’t happen, we’ll be most likely deaf! Run!” Sounded like a good plan, except there wasn’t too much time left to carry it out. I threw myself on the ground, covered my ears…

But nothing happened. Instead, the noise from the jet’s engines reached me, indicating it had slowed down below Mach 1. Then, I heard a raspy, rather mechanical voice yell out something I truly did not expect to hear right now.

“TRANSFORM!”

To verify that I wasn’t hallucinating, I looked up through the dust and dirt that filled the air, to see the fifteen metre tall robot standing right there. Or rather, his silhouette. A red-and-white Su-35! I should have known. Leaving a mental note to myself to employ some sort of self-punishment for not drawing this conclusion right away, I mumbled: “Starscream…”

“What?” He grunted and turned in my general direction. Not waiting for the dust to settle, the Decepticon detached his left wing (which instantaneously transformed into a sword) and shouted, violently swinging the blade: “Show yourself, humans! What have you done to me?!” Seeing as the rest of our company took cover from the approaching jet as well and were now trying to remain concealed from the sight of his optics, I decided to be proactive.

“Listen up, Starscream,” I started, getting to my feet. I’ve thought about actually meeting him a few times before that incident, but in my mind, those encounters involved a lot more fangirling and a little less death threats. Less than a second after speaking up, I had the tip of his energised sword pointed right at me. The sizzling heat it radiated was getting close to scorching my shirt, but, instinctively stepping back, I continued nonetheless. “I have no idea how you got here, but it apparently,” I swallowed, “you’re just as much a victim of the situation as we are. We are not responsible for anything that has happened you.” Predicting a giant alien robot’s reaction to anything you say isn’t the easiest task ever, but I seemed to be getting it right, because this caused him to hesitate.

“Your friends before weren’t as talkative. They thought it a better idea to shoot at me with their useless weapons…”, he said, trailing off. His metallic lips then formed a smirk. “I proved them wrong.”

“I think you’re misunderstanding us. We’re the only ones here. If you met anyone else then I can assure you they’re not affiliated with us.” Rollins and the others decided to stand up by now; the soldier didn’t show any intention to grab his assault rifle, which I was extremely grateful for.

“What’s that I hear,” he said, grinning sardonically and paying little heed to the rest of the group. “And I thought humans always stick together.”

“Well I wish this was case, but sadly, it isn’t. I bet they would have shot us as well if they got their sights on us,” I replied, starting to worry just who these people he was talking about were. Military, that’s for sure, likely belonging to whatever country we were in. After a little contemplation, I added: “And if I’m not mistaken, you’re the one least helpless here. After all, you could just fly into space to your people or whatever.”

“Like I haven’t tried that already! I’m not familiar with this sector of the galaxy, and they have some sort of jamming device here that blocks my beacon signal. I could be flying for thousands of years until I find any kind of civilisation if I decided to leave on my own…”

“As far as I know, you could easily leave the radius of the jammer by yourself. I’m sure the technology we use on Earth isn’t as wide-ranged –“

“But this isn’t your precious Earth, you know,” the jet interrupted.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It would be great if you could let me – what do you mean, this isn’t Earth?!” Next to me, Rollins sank to the ground.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I get it now,” he said, lowering his voice. “Those people we were sent out to stop back in London were smuggling several kilogrammes of pure plutonium. I know this seems like quite a stretch, but they might have needed it to get some sort of space bridge operational.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I thought you knew we all got here by space bridge, I could have told you before,” Starscream spoke.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh, this is just great.” This time it was LED talking. “So we’re on some distant, yet Earth-like planet and we got teleported here by some sort of armed mafia who apparently have a ton of money to spent, are technically more advanced than the entire rest of humanity and are still patrolling the area, and shoot at sight. I also assume they won’t let us back to Earth if we just knock at their door and ask nicely. That’s all great so far. The one thing I don’t understand is why it’s us. The only pattern I see that three of us are somehow part of the LMBW community. And German. That can only mean…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“… that either that’s a false conclusion, which seems pretty likely to me, or there’s more of us here. We definitely need to keep an eye out for any others who might have stranded here,” I finished. “But until we have further evidence that this isn’t a coincidence, we shouldn’t waste our time thinking about.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m tired of your useless babbling,” Starscream said, turning around and taking a step away from our ‘camp’.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Hey wait, where are you going?!” I exclaimed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You are no help to me,” he replied, without even turning around. “I’ll find a way out of this on my own.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Listen, there’s no way any of us can do that. We need to collaborate.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What are you, some sort of Autobot minion? I heard this slag often enough… I will spare your sorry lives, but I am not destined to work together with anyone.” With a strange glint in his optics, he looked up at the sky. “You wouldn’t understand.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’ve got news,” I heard Rollins say. “Our fifteen metre friend’s presence here hasn’t gone undetected, and we have someone approaching us. Look over there.” He pointed at black dots somewhere close to the horizon.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Time for me to get out of here then.” Starscream transformed into his alternate mode (It looked amazing, seeing that happen right in front of you) and gunned the engines. However, I felt that this wasn’t the last of him we were going to see…

<p class="MsoNormal">DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Starscream, Hasbro Inc. does. Try suing me now. c:

<p class="MsoNormal">AND COMMENT INSTEAD OF TELLING ME SOMETHING ON CHAT FOR APE’S SAKE