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Past Imperfection	By : fishbub Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 1562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There were many things for sale here, so much decay and immorality in this territory. From slaves to untested mods, raw unfiltered petrol to organic creatures. For all their boasting about freedom, Autobots didn’t care about all citizens and lifeforms.

Away from the base and the tension, the triple changer's processor drifted, cycling through the irritations and seediness of these quarters. Blitzwing frowned keeping a tight hold on his feelings, disgust and fascination pulling at him in equal parts. He had a weakness for pretty things, for the useless and trivial. That's why he needed Megatron. Ruthless and cold, no emotional attachments at all. Even toward his most loyal followers.

Perfection.

It was an honor to serve him, no matter where the mission lead, though Blitz hoped for better assignments than this. A mech by the name of Swindle was his contact and they would meet in a few deca-cycles. That left some time to kill so the triple changer wandered. Bright lights, noise, music, too much; almost organic in it’s mess and sprawl. Dark streets and vehicles of unknown makes, more refugees trying outrun a storm.

Hungry mechs passed by the triple changer, their optics searching for stimulation like the beauties on display. He didn’t care for this, though part of him wanted to look at them. Bright paint jobs, shining chrome, bared engines. Vulgar machines. Nothing like the grace of jet alts or sheer power of tanks and artillery. He moved on, confirming his belief that this chaos must be swept away and new order be instilled.

He strode through the district, another young mech on the verge, like so many others. War was coming, in a hundred stellar cycle or in the next clik. It didn’t matter, it was here. The moral decay confirmed that belief.

A brothel was up ahead and behind clear partitions, lean sports car alts posed and preened. Long limbs and graceful curves, they used too much fuel and served no function other than being beautiful. Irritation bubbled up to the surface just as another young mech took a booth.

And punched the wall.

Glittering shards reigned down in a brittle hail, reflecting the red street lights and a streak of black and white landed in front of Blitzwing. Crouching in the shattered glass, a small and angry mech snarled at him, its pretty face striped and optics glowing purple. It ran, leaping and transforming into a black and white roadster, roaring off as several larger mechs went after it.

Blitzwing transformed, taking flight after the sports car. He followed the chase and landed nearby as a group of armored vehicles cornered it. Surrounded and outnumbered, the small mech transformed and fought, swinging and kicking at anything in reach. They could barely hold the prisoner, it twisted out of their grip several times until shocked into stasis.

“Don’t damage him. He’s gotta be in working condition,” one guard said and they threw the small mech into a transport, leaving Blitzwing in one mind and mute. Finally he transformed and flew away. He couldn't stand this place anymore.

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In the glare of day, Blitzwing once again took to the red light quarters, light baring the grime and rundown buildings. He found the arms dealer's place, a shipping warehouse that hid the mech's real business. Once inside the triple changer promptly forgot what he was supposed to be doing there.

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Blitzwing stared at Swindle’s new acquisition, losing himself in the stranger’s purple optics. The newcomer was a lean black mech with white accents, the one tried to escape and his gaze reflected nothing but irritation, The pretty thing was barely up to arms dealer’s chest plates and the blaster slung across his or her back looked far to big for it to carry.

“Take that and put it with the others, sweet spark,” Swindle said, “And re-sort those detonator caps while you’re at it.”

“Bite me,” the smaller mech said, its voice deep and almost ragged. When he was gone, the arms dealer just shook his head.

“Sport cars,” he said with a grin, “They think they can get away with anything.”

“Who’s that?”

“Lockdown. Got him in a trade,” Swindle said, “He used to work the district until he set up his owner in a bad deal. Just so I could buy him and clean the loser out. Not bad huh?”

“He‘s prettier up close,” the triple changer said and the dealer chuckled.

“Oh, so you’ve seen him?” Swindle said smirking, “Wish he was a little more accommodating though. He‘d make a great double agent. Autobots are suckers for the sweet and helpless look.”

“Can you blame him? Who‘d wanna ’face with one of them?,” Random giggled and went after the car. Swindle just laughed. The triple changer was in for a rude surprise since the kid didn’t trick anymore.

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Blitzwing followed the sports car down to the basement storage area. The striped mech frowned at him, sleek face and long limbs, narrow waist. Sports alts, they were built for speed and there was nothing else like them

“What? I don’t do that anymore. Try something and I’ll break your bearings,” the small mech said, his optics narrowing. Blitzwing’s inexperience had him at a loss.

“No, no that’s not it. It‘s...” Icy said before Random took over. He marched up and cornered the smaller mech, planting his hands either side of the him, “You clocked those guards pretty hard! Did that hurt?”

“Hey! You were there when I tried to run for it,” Lockdown said and his optics burned like phosphorus, “You punk! You coulda stopped them and now you’re down here slobbering on me!”

“Eh, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to drool on you,” Icy said. Embarrassed he backed off and removed a cloth from a belt compartment, “Here. But I can’t interfere, not unless you‘re were another agent. Megatron said to lay low until the right time.”

“Oh,” the smaller mech said, frowning, “Guess you can’t make him mad, huh?”

“No, not if I want to live,” Blitzwing said, “So...What’s a sports car alt like you doing in a place like this?”

“Never heard that line before,” Lockdown said sarcastically and he shrugged, “I dunno, can’t remember much. But I wasn’t made for interfacing with these lowlifes though.”

“Hmph! This place is a pit,” Angry snarled, “For all their talk, Autobots don’t really care about what happens to all life forms. Megatron will change all that.”

“Autobots, Decepticon, Neutrals. They’re all the same,” the sports car said and he leaned back. Giving the triple changer a sideways glance he said, “Now if I had a sweet set up like you, I’d be out of here so fast your head would spin.” Random cackled with glee and he grabbed Lockdown’s hand.

“I like you,” Blitzwing grinned, “Hey, you wanna refuel? There’s this little place-”

“Hold on, I’m broke.”

“So what?” Angry said and lead Lockdown away, “We’re refueling, my treat! Got it?”

“Alright then! Sheesh! Just stop being so slagging bossy!”
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