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randomplaces2009-08-31 12:36 pm
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JOEverse. Cobra Headquarters. Cobra Commander's conquest.
Cobra Commander rubbed his hands together as he watched his massive army march on the poorly defended and wonderfully rich town, knowing that soon all its spoil would be his, and there would be nothing that anyone could do about it. Soon, he would rule the world!
His army struck! The townsfolk fled in terror or tried futilely to stand their ground and fight. Messages flew thick and fast demanding to know who he was and how he'd gotten such weaponry....
And the WoW screen was suddenly replaced by a giant robot face.
"Ahhhh! GET YOUR HIDEOUS ALIEN VISAGE OFF MY MONITOR!!!" he shrieked, fists clenched in fury.
Starscream quirked a browplate. "Hideous? I'm not the one with a bag over his head. Nor am I the one who's been calling daily and trying to sweet talk me into an alliance."
"You've changed your mind?" Cobra Commander perked, game forgotten.
"I've done no such thing." The alien mech snorted. "I merely decided that since you obviously have nothing important to do with your time that I would give you a little gift to amuse you."
"Nothing important!" The masked man paused in mid-rant. " ...Gift? What sort of gift?"
"A female."
"Pah! I have all the women I could ever want. I don't need another one," said Cobra Commander bitterly. "You're wasting my time."
"Yes, but what are those women? Slaves." Starscream snorted. "There is a difference between a slave and a loyal woman who would give her life to serve you. I personally find my own very engrossing. But if you don't want her...."
"I didn't say that!" Gloved hands pounded on the control panel. "Stop putting words into my mouth! Is she pretty?"
"I did extensive research on the human ideals of beauty," the Cybertronian assured him. "Long blonde hair, large blue eyes, a shapely figure...."
"...I shall have to take a look at her. This had better not be a trick!"
"No trick. Just an attempt to get you to leave me the slag alone. If you want her she's being delivered to (so and so) village as we speak. Now, I have important research to continue, so if you'll excuse me." The screen went back to WoW, where Cobra Commander's army was busy getting their butts kicked by another army with 'Joe' written on their saddle cloths.
He impatiently logged out of the game without noticing, and then demanded men to go and get his delivery. This done, he paced and scowled and fidgeted and broke things till two Cobra troopers entered the control room with a shapely and frightened looking blonde between them.
"Your delivery, Cobra Commander, sir!" said one of them, snapping to attention.
"Oh very nice," he said, smiling behind the metal mask with which he'd replaced his fabric one as he strode over with his cape swishing and his Cobra scepter gleaming in the light. "Very nice indeed."
"Master?" said the blonde, her voice low, sweet, and trembling. "Are you Cobra Commander?"
"I am, my dear. Welcome to Cobra Castle," he said grandly, feeling glad that he'd dressed up when he saw the awe in her expression. "I trust your stay here will be enjoyable."
Her heart-shaped face bloomed into a lovely smile as her wide blue eyes sparkled happily. "Yes, Master."
She was enchanting! He could hardly contain his glee as he escorted her over to the banquet that he'd ordered.
* * *
Destro paused in his structural analysis of the glowing blue crystal under his electron microscope and looked up, his gaze meeting that of the Baroness, who sat nearby working over some paperwork of her own.
"It's been over three hours," said the black-haired woman slowly, her accent thick as she frowned behind her coloured glasses.
"That game usually doesn't keep him quiet that long." Destro frowned and tried to call Cobra Commander, only to find all communication channels closed. "He'd better not have destroyed the control room again."
The Baroness sighed and set her work aside, then got to her feet as he did. "I haven't heard any alarms among the men."
"No... that's true." Destro frowned with confusion, feeling a chill go down his back. "What has he gotten into?"
The command room was silent as they both burst in moments later, and they both looked swiftly toward the table that had been set up in front of the main monitor... and then stared.
"Oh!" cried a pretty blonde in a Cobra uniform as she froze behind Cobra Commander's chair.
"Don't stop, Fidelia," groaned Cobra Commander from where he sat with his head drooping forward in an attitude of blissful somnolence. "I've had to see enough of their disgusting public displays of affection, they can deal with seeing me get the tension rubbed out of my shoulders!"
"Yes, Master," she said softly, seeming to forget the two intruders as she once more began to skillfully knead his shoulders.
"What... what is this?" demanded Destro, taking in the blonde's attire and her lack of headband. "Who is this woman?"
"She is my personal aid," said Cobra Commander indistinctly but with clear menace. "And answers to no one but me. If you try any of your bullying tricks on her you will regret it, Destro."
The metal-masked inventor exchanged a glance with the Baroness, and then both of them retreated.
"They've gone away, Master," said Fidelia softly, her hands never pausing in their work.
"Good... good," said Cobra Commander, putting up one hand to gently pat hers and with the other pushing himself away from the table. "Now if you don't mind, my dear, I think I'll go and have a nap."
"Yes, Master." She tagged after him, then took the arm that he offered and helped him to walk in a straight line till he reached his gigantic four poster bed and collapsed onto it. Seeing that he'd fallen asleep immediately, she curled up in a nearby chair to watch over him and wait till he called for her again.
His army struck! The townsfolk fled in terror or tried futilely to stand their ground and fight. Messages flew thick and fast demanding to know who he was and how he'd gotten such weaponry....
And the WoW screen was suddenly replaced by a giant robot face.
"Ahhhh! GET YOUR HIDEOUS ALIEN VISAGE OFF MY MONITOR!!!" he shrieked, fists clenched in fury.
Starscream quirked a browplate. "Hideous? I'm not the one with a bag over his head. Nor am I the one who's been calling daily and trying to sweet talk me into an alliance."
"You've changed your mind?" Cobra Commander perked, game forgotten.
"I've done no such thing." The alien mech snorted. "I merely decided that since you obviously have nothing important to do with your time that I would give you a little gift to amuse you."
"Nothing important!" The masked man paused in mid-rant. " ...Gift? What sort of gift?"
"A female."
"Pah! I have all the women I could ever want. I don't need another one," said Cobra Commander bitterly. "You're wasting my time."
"Yes, but what are those women? Slaves." Starscream snorted. "There is a difference between a slave and a loyal woman who would give her life to serve you. I personally find my own very engrossing. But if you don't want her...."
"I didn't say that!" Gloved hands pounded on the control panel. "Stop putting words into my mouth! Is she pretty?"
"I did extensive research on the human ideals of beauty," the Cybertronian assured him. "Long blonde hair, large blue eyes, a shapely figure...."
"...I shall have to take a look at her. This had better not be a trick!"
"No trick. Just an attempt to get you to leave me the slag alone. If you want her she's being delivered to (so and so) village as we speak. Now, I have important research to continue, so if you'll excuse me." The screen went back to WoW, where Cobra Commander's army was busy getting their butts kicked by another army with 'Joe' written on their saddle cloths.
He impatiently logged out of the game without noticing, and then demanded men to go and get his delivery. This done, he paced and scowled and fidgeted and broke things till two Cobra troopers entered the control room with a shapely and frightened looking blonde between them.
"Your delivery, Cobra Commander, sir!" said one of them, snapping to attention.
"Oh very nice," he said, smiling behind the metal mask with which he'd replaced his fabric one as he strode over with his cape swishing and his Cobra scepter gleaming in the light. "Very nice indeed."
"Master?" said the blonde, her voice low, sweet, and trembling. "Are you Cobra Commander?"
"I am, my dear. Welcome to Cobra Castle," he said grandly, feeling glad that he'd dressed up when he saw the awe in her expression. "I trust your stay here will be enjoyable."
Her heart-shaped face bloomed into a lovely smile as her wide blue eyes sparkled happily. "Yes, Master."
She was enchanting! He could hardly contain his glee as he escorted her over to the banquet that he'd ordered.
Destro paused in his structural analysis of the glowing blue crystal under his electron microscope and looked up, his gaze meeting that of the Baroness, who sat nearby working over some paperwork of her own.
"It's been over three hours," said the black-haired woman slowly, her accent thick as she frowned behind her coloured glasses.
"That game usually doesn't keep him quiet that long." Destro frowned and tried to call Cobra Commander, only to find all communication channels closed. "He'd better not have destroyed the control room again."
The Baroness sighed and set her work aside, then got to her feet as he did. "I haven't heard any alarms among the men."
"No... that's true." Destro frowned with confusion, feeling a chill go down his back. "What has he gotten into?"
The command room was silent as they both burst in moments later, and they both looked swiftly toward the table that had been set up in front of the main monitor... and then stared.
"Oh!" cried a pretty blonde in a Cobra uniform as she froze behind Cobra Commander's chair.
"Don't stop, Fidelia," groaned Cobra Commander from where he sat with his head drooping forward in an attitude of blissful somnolence. "I've had to see enough of their disgusting public displays of affection, they can deal with seeing me get the tension rubbed out of my shoulders!"
"Yes, Master," she said softly, seeming to forget the two intruders as she once more began to skillfully knead his shoulders.
"What... what is this?" demanded Destro, taking in the blonde's attire and her lack of headband. "Who is this woman?"
"She is my personal aid," said Cobra Commander indistinctly but with clear menace. "And answers to no one but me. If you try any of your bullying tricks on her you will regret it, Destro."
The metal-masked inventor exchanged a glance with the Baroness, and then both of them retreated.
"They've gone away, Master," said Fidelia softly, her hands never pausing in their work.
"Good... good," said Cobra Commander, putting up one hand to gently pat hers and with the other pushing himself away from the table. "Now if you don't mind, my dear, I think I'll go and have a nap."
"Yes, Master." She tagged after him, then took the arm that he offered and helped him to walk in a straight line till he reached his gigantic four poster bed and collapsed onto it. Seeing that he'd fallen asleep immediately, she curled up in a nearby chair to watch over him and wait till he called for her again.