Author: Cobalt Cat PM
Ghost grouches about stuff with her partner-in-crime, Moonfire.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 227 - Published: 10-26-04 - id: 2110260
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There isn't much we can do any more.
We are outdated models, not even that, really.
I suppose managing to live this long
Might be an honor. Hmph, some honor.
What is it, Moon? Oh, yes, I suppose I should, shouldn't I ?
We are two of the oldest Decepticons alive.
We live through the rebellion, and the first and second wars.
Now, we're stuck...here... on this fragging station
With that intolerable communications officer,
And a few of our creations.
Our creations aren't to bad, at least compared to that DJ.
Jinx hangs around with her,
Unfortunately, but she knows her place.
Vanguard is vain, but doesn't play pranks.
What is it, Moon? I'm getting sidetracked, am I?
Fine, there isn't much we can do.
We aren't exactly useful to the cause anymore.
Look, Moonfire, we are what we are,
There isn't much we can do about that.
Control your temper, your pride, and
Put that gun down.
We are slaggers, but still.
We are better versed in fighting than most Autobots.
Being gladiators does that to you, it does...
Wait! What was that?
I think I heard a crash...
I suppose I had best see what happened.
It's probably DJ's Fault, whatever it is.