Terrorsaur in Love

Part 1

The silver/red Predacon sat at a compudesk with a large holoview datascreen. An ancient song of folksy origin hung in the air; "Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk. Other times you ca-an," A voice as old as time sang. "All those same old clichés. 'Is it woman, or is it ma-an?'"

Bob Seger, Terrorsaur thought, was uh, pretty damn good. I think. On the datascreen hung a mugshot of the recent addition to the Maximals.

"Airazor...No, Skyesabre." He murmured. He said the names with awe, longing, and grief and regret. When this female went to the ranks of the Maximals, Terrorsaur felt...felt as if he knew her in some way. He felt she was someone from his past, he was certain. He felt attracted to BlackArachnia, but that was mostly lust. BlackArachnia could never be as sweet and kind but also as seductively beautiful as her-Airazor. What was it that brought him to believe that this-Maximal-femme was someone...that he had feelings for. He did not feel the single solitary tear well up in his left optic. He feared. He pined, and feared. He pined, feared, and aggressed. Terrorsaur entwined his fingers together, placed them behind his head, and lifted his feet to the top of the desk so he could lean back in his chair. He shut down his optics.

Another place, another time, a pre-protoform transformer awoke. His dark crimson polly-alloy skin glinted in the lamplight of a small lantern. He squinted.

"Wh-who's there..." He rasped screechily.

"No one's enemy," a femme's voice answered.

"Enemy...?"

"No, I'm-I want to help you."

"Help." He understood help.

The transformer could see dark moving blotches. He could barely focus to see. He tried to reach for the light and fell unconscious. Two bright aquamarine optics pitied this form.

Terrorsaur woke with a loud squawk as his comm. unit rang out: "Terrorsaur, come to the bridge immediately."

"Of course, right away, Megatron," he replied.

"Skorponok, you, Terrorsaur, BlackArachnia, and Tarantulas are to venture into Maximal territory, namely Sector Amon, and secure an extremely large energon growth for our own purposes." The purple tyrannosaurus said. "If you are met with any, eh, 'opposition', use full force. Excused."

"Yes, mighty Megatron! We serve you with a promise to live and fight for your ideals!" Skorponok said excitedly.

"Oh, brother. Can you believe this guy?" BlackArachnia said casually.

"You said it, sister," Terrorsaur agreed.

"Silence, we must complete this mission without delay!" Tarantulas exclaimed.

"Yeah, yeah, Legs. Like, keep your titanium pants on," Terrorsaur joked.

This roused choked giggles from Skorponok and BlackArachnia. The male spider-bot growled and glowered at his offender in considerable anger.

"You wretched idiot!"

"Metal Moron!"

Tarantulas and Terrorsaur insulted each other.

"Quit your squabbling," BlackArachnia said separating them. "We have a long and difficult job ahead of us, so let's just all get along. Okay?"

"Fine."

"All right."

They agreed.

"Good."

"Dirtbag."

"Screwhead."

"Enough!"

"Sorry."