Disclaimers: Transformers are owned by Hasbro.
I make no monetary profit from my fanfic
Summary: A story about Starscream.
Author's Notes: I was very honoured to find this fic translated into Russian [Under my old human name Tanya Dean] - see it here! - http://www.transformers.narod.ru/me/pmp.htm - How cool is that? Spasibo, Comrade!
Rating - PG
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PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
"THIS, STARSCREAM, IS THE FINAL STRAW!!! THE LAST TIME YOU EVER DEFY ME!!!!"
Horrified, Starscream stood in his quarters, looking absolutely petrified. "B-but ... M ...Megatron ... I ... I ... N ...no... you ... .. you don't understand ... you can't do this to me.... Please ... don't shoot .... I'm too valuable to our cause ... please, Megatron...."
"VALUABLE, HAH!"
"NO!! .... Please .... don't, Megatron!" Starscream fell to his knees. "You just can't kill me ...."
"And why not?"
"I don't want to die ..." Starscream wailed.
"So what else is new?"
"Nooh .... Please .... ohh ... Gods ... you ... you can't...."
"PREPARE FOR TERMINATION!..."
"NOOOOOHHH!!! PLEASE .... I won't do it again... I ... I promise .... PLEASE!!! ..."
"I've heard that before and IT CHANGES NOTHING!"
"B ... but I really mean it this time ... I ... I really do... Megatron..."
"Pathetic ... See you in Silicon Hades, Starscream ..."
Starscream shut his eyes. "NOOOH!!! .... Ohh ... please d...on't destroy me, Megatron .... please...." he wailed. The red and blue jet's terrified red eyes brimmed with tears, now streaking down his cheeks, his voice broken and trembling by whimpering. "Mega..tro..on ... noo...ohh ... ple...eease..."
Starscream then smiled to himself, dried his eyes, stood alone in his quarters, clapped and clasped his hands together. "Ooh, that sounds soooooo good! I 'll use that next time I'm in big trouble."
And he laughed to himself.
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