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Night of the Hunter

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It had been far too long since he’d had a Firstforged to hunt.

Discord hunched low to fit himself into one of the many tunnels that snaked underneath Cybertron’s Dead Sectors, wings pinned close to his sides.  His optics flared a blazing orange beneath the tri-horned crest on his brow, and a fanged grin split his faceplate.  A proper hunt at last… not just crushing stray Autobots or Decepticons or neutrals who happened to cross his path, but actually facing a foe worthy of his attentions… it made the energon sing through his tubing.  It was a rare occurrence indeed when he had a chance to hunt a Matrix-bearer or a Blade, the only sort of prey worth more than a breem of his attention.

But to hunt a Firstforged… there was glory.  Never mind that he had never actually succeeded in taking one down in battle – there was always a first time, wasn’t there?

Metallic limbs scrabbling over rotting scrap sounded ahead, and with a curl of his lip plate he surged on ahead, fixed to the sound like a turbohound on a scent.  This was almost TOO easy… perhaps the Fallen had exaggerated the skills and powers of Primus’ Firstforged.  Or perhaps the Fallen was just a subpar mechanism himself to never be able to take them on himself.  There was strong argument for THAT case.

A high shriek echoed off the tunnel walls – a mechanical beep to the untrained audial, but a curse uttered in frustrated terror to those who knew Binary.  The curse was punctuated by the deafening rattle of a pile of scrap coming down atop his erstwhile prey, trapping him.  The Firstforged’s loss… but Discord’s gain.

His optics shifted from orange to the sinister violet of Dark Energon, and he drew twin energy swords as he advanced on his target.

“All too easy,” he rumbled, stepping over the rust-pocked chassis of a ruined mining drone.  “Perhaps you’re not as strong as the legends say.”

A flurry of half-angry, half-terrified beeping was his reply.  The pile of scrap just ahead shifted, and a white-and-blue helm poked out of the detritus.  Headfins pricked up like elven ears, quivering with fear, and though an aquamarine mask covered the tiny mech’s faceplate, his blue optics glowed with terror.

“Micronus Prime,” Discord growled.  “At last we meet.  The Fallen has spoken much about you… none of it very flattering, I fear.”

Micronus wriggled until his head and shoulders were free of the junk pile, then he waved a tiny fist at the Unicronian and uttered a string of Binary expletives that would have embarrassed a Wrecker.  Discord only laughed, a deep and oily sound that seemed to cling to the walls of the tunnel and leave a dark stain on the very air itself.

“You talk rather big for a minicon,” he noted.  “Not to mention a mech who’s about to find himself in my processing tanks very shortly.”

Micronus shrieked and wriggled again, but was hopelessly trapped.  Discord strode forward and grabbed the tiny Prime by the scruff of the neck, pulling him free.  He was almost disgusted to have to count the smallest and weakest of the Firstforged as a kill, but at least eliminating one of the Thirteen – even one as useless as this one – would count for something.  Not to mention earn him the favor of Unicron…

“Discord.”

That voice… he knew that voice.  Tightening his grip on Micronus Prime, he turned in place.

“You…”  His optics flared brightly with hatred.

“Drop him,” Vector Prime repeated, sword drawn and pointed at the Herald of Unicron, his entire chassis blazing with a white-and-gold light that illuminated the tunnel.  His faceplates remained calm, his expression noble and benevolent… but his scarlet optics burned with anger.

Micronus chirped irritably, and even those unfamiliar with Binary would have understood the impatient “took you long enough, Veccy.”

“Blast you, Vector Prime!” Discord roared.  “Why couldn’t you have stayed locked in your pocket universe?  At least there you’d be marginally useful!”

“Drop him,” Vector repeated, unfazed.  “Didn’t Unicron ever tell you to instigate fights with those your own size?  Or at least teach you not to play with your food?”

Micronus twittered a laugh.  Discord shook the little Prime and flung him back into the scrap pile before advancing on Vector, snarling with rage and battle-lust.  Vector raised his sword to block the first blow, then the next, stepping backwards as if hoping to lure Discord out of the cramped quarters of the tunnel and into a proper dueling area.

Let him, Discord decided, his snarl twisting into a demented grin as he pressed the Time Walker further back.  It had been far too long since he’d crossed blades with a proper foe… and Vector Prime would make a far more interesting opponent – and trophy – than Micronus Prime.
Kiriban prize for :iconheraldofunicron:, who wanted a one-shot of her OC, Discord, doing something spooky.  Since Discord is one of Unicron's minions, I found it appropriate for him to be going after the Firstforged for his own diabolic purposes.  He finds out that if you mess with Micronus Prime/Safeguard, you mess with Vector Prime...

Can fit into the universe of Nexus Point if you want it to.  And yes, Discord apparently eats other mechs... and even humans if he can get his claws on them.  Like Unicron, like follower, I guess.  ;)

Hope you like it, Herald!

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Discord (c) HeraldofUnicron
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I like this one a lot. :) EVIL Laughter! 

And yes, you really did Discord justice. :)

I wonder, was that ruined mining drone one of his earlier victims? EVIL Laughter! 

Poor Micronus, Discord truly scared him there. Hmm, I wonder if Vector had told Micronus about Discord, considering he had met him before. :)

And yes, Vector really took his time, considering that if he came only a few seconds later, it would be too late for Micronus. EVIL Laughter! 

Nice to see Discord take it out on Vector as well. :D