Twisted Glass

Disclaimer: I have absolutely no ownership of any characters mentioned except maybe for one fan-character. All is done for fun; no profit is made.

Twisted Glass Prologue: A Day in the Life...

"OPEN UP! AUTOBOT GUARD!" Skywarp licked the blood off the corner of his mouth before spitting at the floor. Who did those mechs think they were fooling? The only thing they ever guarded were themselves and their money. He leaned his head back onto the door keeping him from the small army outside. Sure, he could probably kill them all, but he could be civil if he wanted to. He heard the guards quiet down as lighter footsteps walked over to the door. Skywarp narrowed his optics. It ws that blue bastard again.

"We know you're in there, Skywarp!" The Elite Guard agent drawled out smoothly. "Now, just step out peacefully and we won't hurt you." The seeker scoffed as he spit out more of his blood. That fragger thought he was the cream of the crop, to the point where he made Jazz look humble, and Jazz was extremely narcissistic. The seeker let out a deep, haughty laugh.

"Now, why do I have the feeling that you're lying to me, Blurr?" Blurr couldn't help but smirk, and a few guards let out a few cruel snickers.

"Because you're not a complete idiotic oaf. Now get your aft out of there before I make you..." The seeker sighed, picking out some energon from his claw. He knew the moment he stepped out, he would get mauled by the soldiers and their leader out there. After all, Blurr held a deep grudge, and the fact that Skywarp had totalled him in an alley a few weeks ago was not going to help his predicament. He took a lighter from his subspace, flipping it on and off as a small habit of his.

"Yeah... I'm afraid I can't do that, Blurr. It looks like I have two choices here, both of which land me in the brig, and I really don't want to go to the brig. I mean, it would be like a family reunion with all the relatives that hate you... Only a lot more violent." Skywarp licked a blood stain off his knuckle. "I'll have to meet with you some other time, Blurr. After all, I have a special occasion to go to..." He turned his lighter on again, lgihting up a few explosives rigged at the door he was leaning on. "I'm taking choice number three..." From outside the hallway, Blurr raised an optic ridge.

"Choice number three-?"A large explosion blasted the door open, which hit the blue mech so hard he was sent down the stairwell with a few soldiers. Through the smoke and turmoil, Skywarp hopped onto the stair rail and warped to the ground floor before the guards could get a clear shot of him. He ran to the back door and ripped it open, only to come face-to face with a blaster barrel. The guard glared at the seeker.

"Freeze, Decepticon-" Skywarp grabbed the barrel of the gun, snarling back at the soldier.

"...Scum?" With only one hand, Skywarp broke the blaster in half before punching the stunned guard in the face and running out of the building. After warping away several blocks, Skywarp hovered to a roof, catching his breath. Checking for any injuries, the seeker found none and smiled.

"Huh... looks like I'm not a total wreck today..." As soon as he finished his sentence, one of his knee pads fell onto the ground with a loud clang. Lightning suddenly brightened his world for a few seconds, revealing all the cuts and scratches on his armor he'd gotten dodging laser fire. The large gash on his side was dripping blood, and some of it trickled onto his leg.

"Aw slag..."
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"What the FRAG happened to you?!" Skywarp winced at the medic's shrieky tone.

"Nice to see you too, Sunstorm." He deadpanned. Sunstorm was a close friend of Skywarp's brother, Thundercracker, who was attending the same med school the golden seeker was. Sunstorm sighed as he beckoned Skywarp to sit on his bathroom counter.

"Are you slagging mental? Oh wait, yes you are..." Sunstorm turned on the welder and began to fix the large gash in Skywarp's waist.

"Well, I had to run. I was being chased, after all. And they had blasters. Blasters!" Sunstorm narrowed his optics both in frustration and concentration. These were the days where he wished Skywarp was a shy, timid little seeker that would hide behind his brother.

"True, Skywarp, but nobody runs around with their gestation chambers almost hanging out of their side! Are you really that stupid?!" Sunstorm certainly was a charmer...

"Oh... So THAT'S what that is!" Sunstorm rubbed his optics. Tonight was going ot be a long night. He'd be surprised if he was still awake when his sister came home from her friend's party.
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Blitzwing ran as fast as he could, carrying the computer file in his mouth. The piercings on his glossa and lip weren't helping with the experience at all, what with them clicking against each other with each step he took. He skidded to a halt when he realized that the building he was on was far away from all the others, making it impossible for him to jump. He could always hover over there, but it would give the guards time to shoot him, and he REALLY didn't want to be shot tonight. Hearing blasters click into their firing place, he sighed and turned around, with the file still in his mouth. One of the guards stepped up.

"Blitzwing, you are under arrest for robbery and threatening another bot's life." The triple-changer spit out the file into his hand and placed it in one of his compartments.

"Okay, first of all, zhat mech vas threatening to offline me und frag mein mozher. I HAD to punch him in zhe faceplates..." The other guards cocked their guns closer. Blitzwing rolled his optic, crossing his arms over his chestplates.

"Must ve resort to violence? I see no reason for it..." The head guard narrowed his optics before stepping closer.

"Hand over the file..."

"How about nein?" a shot was fired at Blitzwing's pedes, which made him jump a little.

"Vhy are you so riled up? Zhey are only documents..." The guard glared at him. Boy, if looks could kill...

"No wonder they kicked you out of boot camp!" Ouch. Low blow...

"Boot camp? Und become an Autobot bitch like you? No zhank you..." He grinned evilly, sticking out his glossa to show off his glossa ring, which bared the Decepticon symbol. "Zhe Autobots can suck my cable... Suck it long, und suck it hard..." Another shot was fired, and Blitzwing moved his head just in time. Lowering his cannons, the triple-changer shot out his freeze rays, trapping all the guards in a thick coat of ice. Stepping towards the guard that had insulted him, Blitzwing went and tore off the arm that held the blaster, as well as some keys.

"You und your team seriously need to take a chill pill..." Activating his thrusters, Blitzwing hovered over to another building, placing the keys in another compartment.

"Wow... he vas almost vorse zhan Jazz..." He grimaced. His com link rang, and he answered with his signiature greeting.

"Vhat's up, fragger?" Hearing the other mech groan angrily, he smiled to himself as he ducked under a stairwell.

"Excuse me? That is no way to talk to a veteran!" The triple-changer rolled his optics before finding a good hiding spot until the coast was clear. he switched faces, to a more calm personality.

"Forgive my dominant personality, Mister Lugnut... I haf zhe files und keys."

"Whatever, Hothead. I'm used to that punk already... It's good that you have the files. I called to ask if you were hurt..." Hothead looked down, finding a rather nasty gash on his left leg.

"Just a pretty bg gash on mein leg... I should be able to make it back in one piece to zhe headquarters..." Lugnut scoffed on the other line.

"I'm too old to babysit you, you Primus-Damned punk..." He switched back to Icy, laughing quietly.

"You're not old, Luggers..." Aw... Maybe Blitzwing could actually be sweet when he wanted to be... He then switched to Random.

"Jou are ANCIENT!!!" Okay, maybe not...
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Swindle was completely exhausted. All he wanted to do was take a big cube of energon and recharge on his bed or whatever soft surface was closer. taking out his key card, he opened the door to his large apartment, dropping off his large bag next to his desk.

"I'm home..." He called out. Realizing no one would answer, he shrugged.

"I forgot... I'm single..."

"And a pretty sexy one at that." Swindle jumped at the voice at first, but then glared at the mech currently raiding his energon dispenser.

"How the frag do you break into my apartment?! I lock everything tight!" The mech laughed, taking his place on the couch. Swindle noticed the particularly bad burn mark on his shoulder.

"Where's that from, Lockdown?" He asked. The bounty hunter glanced at the burn.

"Oh, that little thing? I think of it as a souvenir from my last bounty..." Swindle rolled his optic before getting himself some energon.

"Did you look for anything to heal it?" He called from the kitchen. Lockdown shifted on the couch so he was laying down on his left side. He didn't want to upset his burn.

"Nah, not yet... It ain' that bad, is it Darlin'?" Swindle gave the wound a flick, making the hunter squirm in pain.

"Son of a-! Primus-Damn, Swindle!"

"Don't call me 'Darlin''... Now I think I have a first-aid kit somewhere in my bathroom- is that blood?" Lockdown looked down at his knee, which was oozing out the pink liquid.

"Well, whaddaya know? It is..." Swindle grumbled angrily before disappearing. He came back a few seconds later with the kit in hand.

"Why aren't you more careful. Lockdown? ANd why do you always come to MY home?" He began welding the gash shut. Lockdown looked out the window, lost in his own thoughts. He smirked.

"Idunno, Swindle... You just... intrigue me..."
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"Come on, Starscream! You're up next!" The seeker laughed before slipping on some fishnet stockings with ribbons on the side. Another night of dancing, horny mechs and femmes alike, and another chance to get money to pay for his university. Oh well... It beat having to work at a restaurant...

"I'm going, Bolt! Just hold on a minute!" Starscream turned back to his dresser, where his space bridge engineering book was opened on the fifteenth chapter. The quiz was next week, and he really needed to pass this one.

"Star!"

"Hold on!" He shouted back. Slipping on his bondage collar, Starscream closed the textbook before walking out of his dressing room. The dim light backstage reflected off his freshly-polished armor, making him look angelic, if angels were strippers... The young femme was leaning on the wall across from the seeker's room, tapping her crimson pede in annoyance.

"Finally!" She exclaimed. "Do you know that your shift starts in five minutes!?" Starscream laughed. Bolt was always anxious when it came to time. Her fiery personality was only highlighted by her red with flame decal paintjob.

"I think they can wait a little bit for a stripper, Bolt..." The femme grumbled.

'Whatever. I'm just trying to help you get more money... You need it for your school, after all..." The seeker let out a sad sigh.

"Yeah, I guess you're right... Good thing Kup's a nice mech to let me study..." He leaned on a table, with Bolt sitting next to him.

"What'cha thinkin'?" She asked playfully. He gave her a smirk before sitting down as well.

"You should know by now, Boltie..." The small femme giggled.

"Oh... It's about that friend of yours you always tell me about... He sounds like a really nice mech. What was his name again? I keep forgetting..." Starscream smiled.

"His name's Blitzwing. He was my best friend when we were young. He always looked out for me, and I always helped him with his homework..." His smile fell. "Then he left for boot camp. Said he wanted to be a soldier because he wanted to protect us... I haven't seen or heard from him since..." Bolt pushed herself off the table.

"Well, rumor has it that you've caught a certain Elite Guard's optic~" Starscream rolled his optics before standing up as well.

"Oh please... What would an Elite Guard want with me asides from a lap dance or a quick interface... Everone knows I'm off limits for interfacing..." Bolt shrugged.

"Well, Officer Jazz seems to have taken quite a liking to you. He always asks about you whenever I'm waiting at his section of the bar..." The seeker gave her a confused stare.

"You DID tell him I was off-limits, right?" She shrugged, tossing him some buckles meant to go on his thighs. He slipped them on quickly.

"Yeah, but he insists on meeting you..." He sighed in frustration.

"Fine... I guess I'll meet him tonight..." 'Maybe he knows about Blitzwing... Wonder if he still remembers me...' All thoughts left him as he made his way towards the stage. The main rule of a stripper was to form some type of imaginary wall between you and everyone else, unless that someone was a doctor or guard of sorts that was yelling at everyone to evacuate the building. The only time one should pay attention was to get the crowd pumped up, just high enough to keep bringing in the credits and low enough to be able to calm them all down with high grade. He risked a glance at the Elite Guard at his usual booth as he hung upside down from the pole, and got a wolfish grin. He quickly glanced at the bar, hiding his wandering optics from the guard, but he knew that when he had to meet up with Jazz, the self-proclaimed Casanova would talk about that, and about how he secretly desired the mech.

The seeker undid his buckles, which got him several cheers and whistles. He knew exactly what to do every night. Whether it was to show off his flexibility or his untouched port, he knew how to please the optics. Kup had made it clear that he was off-limits; He was not to be talked to or taken for the level two lapdances. There had been a few mishaps when he had first started dancing, but after a while, almost everyone in Crystal City knew the rule about Starscream. He was not to be called upon, requested, or touched. Maybe that was why everyone wanted the seeker, because he was the forbidden fruit in their wasteland Garden of Eden. It was so bad some nights that Starscream had to be escorted by Kup and the bouncers to his dorm, where they would stand watch until he was in the university.

He began sliding down the pole, spreading his legs until he did the splits. He licked the pole itself, getting a louder applause and a wicked look from Jazz. He really hated this job sometimes, but it payed his bills.

Sometimes, you just have to sacrifice...