Razormoon yawned and tapped on the console distractedly, waiting for something.. anything.. to happen. Astronomical numbers of atoms flitted about, but that was about it.

     There was the darkness of the nice cold night to interest her, but that was outside and she was inside and she couldn't go outside because she'd been told to stay inside.. dammit..

     She reminisced quietly about the days before she'd joined the Decepticon army proper, when she'd operated almost primarily as a matahari.. it had been a blast. Damn, again. It seemed all the best guys were taken, gay, or autobots. Some of them were all three at once, she mused, thinking of course of that corvette we love so well..

     It was all down to statistics of course. There were waaayyy more con femmes for some freaky reason. Perhaps because the Decepticon males were less willing to make do with just one femme per 300 hommes, and had taken the time to create more.. heh.. Didn't stop Megatron from bedding that lawnmower of a femme, Nightbird.. Foolish Autobots probably never even considered producing more femmes.

     She recalled with a lopsided smile her days with the Autobots on Earth.. The celebration they threw on the event of her 'discovery' Jazz.. Mirage.. Sideswipe.. Then she had drugged Prime, laid him, and stolen the Matrix from him as he lay nigh comatose on the floor of the Ark's control room. And then grinned at the poor fools from afar as they put two and two together, and cried on one another's shoulders.

     She had returned home, sold her information, chummed it up with her comrades, and slunk away to somewhere secret.. where she and Milewide had effectively hotwired the Matrix with her own spark and created a whopping eight Decepticons over the course of three exhausting nights. They had been welcomed into her small faction, and all was looking roses..

     Razormoon's face darkened with the memory of the price she paid for her siblings. After their creation she found she was unable to remove the Matrix. Milewide hadn't been able to figure out how to do it without killing her, and she wasn't about to reveal her posession to anyone else.. over the next few weeks it had tried to control her.. done *something* to her.. that had started to change her behaviour, her mind, everything about her. She had eventually been unable to stand it any longer, and had returned to Earth, to Prime, and told him she'd tried some last-ditch plan to destroy the Decepticons on Cybertron through the power of the Matrix. She told him how she hadn't asked his permission to try because she thought he'd say 'no,' and now it was destroying her, cried on his feet, etcetera.. He bought it, and safely reclaimed the Matrix.

     Things had been good and bad in bits for a year or two after that.. great fun was to be had going back to the Autobots and fucking with their minds, though it was a pain to have to be subtle.. as she had really priceless access to them then. She actually had them believing she was operating as a spy for *them* on the independent Decepticon scene. Sabreneptune had been killed in an accident, which sucked ASS.. but he'd had enough glory before that to earn him some torches in the hall of the dead.

     But then.. Ooooh THEN she had her all-time favorite mission.. Hired to sniff for corruption in the higest ranks of one of the most powerful decepticon factions.. The one commanded by Megatron.. She had hoped she would get the chance to meet that delectable little air commander, Starscream.. and DAMNED if she hadn't laid him two hours into her mission! Woo! There were some other guys there too, but they could've been anybody.

     She'd been shot to shit at the abrupt conclusion of that episode, after a series of miscommunications.. and then spent a number of years travelling with a reasonably cool fleshie who had repaired her up from more or less fatal condition. Once she figured the dust had had time to settle, she'd returned to find Starscream and Megatron welcoming her back to their ranks. They had even been receptive to the idea of bringing her sisters into their army as decently ranked officers, which kicked a great deal of ass.

     Now, three weeks later, she was happy as a clam. Starscream was still in the Wink-an-a-Smile-Every-Five-Minutes stage of his reinfatuation with her, and her sisters were recuperating well from their bout with the famine that had stricken much of Cybertron. She and Megatron had just shared a friendly decision to avoid sexual contact, after one last rollicking ride. It was still a little difficult adjusting to a more or less monogamous relationship with Starscream, but Megatron was the biggest.. uh.. block out of the way.