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Chapter 8: Replacement
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"I accept!" Lazorbeak screeched immediately.
"Excellent!" Megatron exclaimed. Lazorbeak glared menacingly at the others, daring them to disagree with him.
"Well, let's go." Lazorbeak urged, before they came to their senses.
"Now just a second--" One of them started. Immediately Lazorbeak took the logical action that had caused him to rise to such a high position.
"MEGATRON! He just called you a Stupid, Slag-sucking Saurian!" He yelped, pointing at the unfortunate Predacon. Megatron whirled around, eyes flaring.
"WHAT!"
"Ididn'tIdidn'tIdidn'tIdidn't---" whimpered the transformer. KA-BLAM!
"Let that be a lesson to you!" Megatron growled. The shot Predacon groaned in pain on the ground. Megatron walked out the door. Lazorbeak drew a talon across his throat. The others gulped. He walked out after Megatron.
"So, what now, Megatron?" Lazorbeak asked. Megatron grinned.
"For starters, we'll bring the ship out of transwarp." He said. "And then-- Payback!"
"Yes!" cheered Lazorbeak. They arrived at the bridge a cycle later. Lazorbeak marveled at the huge bridge, viewscreen now displaying Earth. "Where's my station?" He asked. Megatron settled in his command chair, a nasty smile playing about his face. There was a small footstool in front of his command chair. He pointed.
"Sit down. I've been needing a new lackey ever since I vaporized Inferno." Lazorbeak stared in horror and realization. His worst fears had come true. He was doomed.
What do you do now?
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