PRIME

[Nik]

Megatron had gathered all of the Decepticons - including his newest recruits, former mercenaries - into the battleship's main chamber. Two swords were planted deep into the floor beside him as he waited for everyone to assemble.
"Everyone here? Good. As you know, there has been a...human in our ranks for some time. She has proven her worth to many of us, and I have decided it is time to initiate her into the ranks as a full Decepticon warrior."
"But...sir," Knockout protested, "How is that even possible? There's no way to-"
"Ah, but you forget Dark Energon," Megatron almost purred, holding out a sliver of the crystalline blood of Unicron. "There is always a way, Knockout. Remember that..."
He turned, smiling, to look behind him as rather heavy footsteps sounded from the shadows. Heavy, especially, since their owner was formerly a human no more that 110 pounds.
Clawed hands gripped the hilts of the two swords - thicker and longer than Starscream's wings - and yanked them from the floor with the screech of metal on metal. Following the hands was a large pair of sleek black armor plates, attached to arms almost as big around as Breakdown's. The newest Decepticon warrior sheathed her swords behind her back, her black optic fields suddenly cut through with dark maroon slits.
"Decepticons...meet Razorwing..."

[Lightning Saix]

Another femme, slender and far smaller then Razorwing, was the first to greet her seeming rather excited to do so. "Like the new look. Not seen much of you as a human, but I approve..." On her shoulder was a fat, lazy looking cyber cat who trilled when Bayonet moved a bit.

Knockout whistled his approval. "Not bad, not bad at all...welcome to the Decepticons indeed my friend."

[Nik]

Razorwing grinned, her teeth as sharp as her name. "You seem a lot shorter, now," she said to Knockout, who'd always lorded his height over her a bit.

[Lightning Saix]

"Perhaps, but you know I'm still fabulous." He purred, making Bayonet roll her optics. She was a bit strange as far as a merc goes. She had deep blue optics, denoting she had Autobot origins but the slight purple tint to them was strange to say the least.

Soundwave lingered at the edge of the crowd, studying Razorwing's movements carefully but silently.

[Nik]

Razorwing snorted, gently running a serrated claw across his shoulder. "Not nearly as fabulous without that finish..." she purred, baring her teeth in another grin.

[Lightning Saix]

Knockout made an unceremonious noise and swiped at her hands like a cat. "Stop that! You know I HATE having my finish touched!" He pouted, practically puffing up like a frustrated peacock.

Bayonet grinned, gently elbowing her much bigger sister. "I think you and her would get along just fine, Dec..."

[Nik]

Decimator's red optics reflected her sister's grin as she looked down. "I liked her as a human. Now there's actually someone bigger than me..."

"Razorwing."
The new Con's entire optic field turned purple as she spasmed slightly, and she whipped around, at attention. "Sir."
"When you get acclimated, come see me."
"Yes, sir." Her optics faded back to black with the maroon slit as she turned again, shaking her head to clear it.

[Lightning Saix]

"Hm, seems like the dark energon effectively made her a slave to Megatron, however..." Bayonet said slowly, her audios flicking as Prowl reached up and groom herself. "Wondering if that's going to be an issue if Megatron decides we've outlived out usefulness..."

[Nik]

Decimator grunted an affirmative, watching. She headed back to her quarters when the meeting was over, planning on catching up on a long-overdue Energon bath.

Breakdown walked over to greet the new recruit, grinning as he took in her huge swords.

[Lightning Saix]

Bayonet stayed for a little while longer, eventually having to leave because Prowl was demanding food.

Knockout was still looking at her like she scratch his paint, still huffing.

[Nik]

Razorwing rolled her eyes, but smiled as she and Breakdown compared weapons.


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"Ooh , that's warm..." Decimator's engines slowed down to a purr as she sank into the Energon bath. She tilted her head back and offlined her optics, relaxing as the liquid washed away the grime of their most recent battle. The bath was pretty much public, being open to anyone at any time, but for now she was alone.

[Lightning Saix]

Soon enough Bayonet walked in, holding a protesting Prowl. "Sorry, sis but the fat aft here needs a bath." She grumbled, walking into the energon bath with Decimus. Prowl mewled in protest, but otherwise stood as still as a wet cat could. The look Prowl was plastered with was priceless.

[Nik]

Decimator onlined one optic and grinned. "Fine with me."

[Lightning Saix]

It went fairly well, except for the one time Prowl managed to get free, found out the bath was deeper then she thought the promptly LEAPED right out of the water and almost cleared Bayonet's head. Almost. Instead she more or less body slammed her owner's face.

[Nik]

Decimator chuckled, offlining her optic. "Good luck..."



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Razorwing and Breakdown eventually went out to the training course to test her weaponry.