Transformers Belongs To Hasbro
Nightfury is owned by Autobot Nightfury
Pixel is owned by PixelTheLittlestFembot
Chapter 1- Before the Earth Exodus
Nightfury watched Shockwave work with a certain disdain. The mech was brilliant and there was no changing that, but she found his experiments ludicrous. She, of all people, would know of his sick games. She was so little when she had been brought to this lab but she remembered it well. When she was a sparkling, Nightfury had been with her sire, Jetfire was his name if she remembered correctly. He had wanted to show her Cybertron with his own optics watching out for her. It was not right to keep her underground for so long and never see her own world.
But things had went bad. A squad of Decepticons had stumbled upon the duo during a search for Energon. It was a usual occurrence when the planet was already stripped dry. It was a time of starving and empty tanks. They had assumed that Jetfire knew where to find the Autobot's stash. Nightfury winced as she remembered the sound of her sire being beaten and the bitter memory of the other mechs picking her up and away from the struggling Jetfire. She had assumed that her sire was dead after that but her own struggle had not even started.
Nightfury had been thrown into a world that she did not recognize. She had been so sheltered, so innocent. But war times were no place for the sheltered. The Decepticons had made a swift move to get rid of her. They sold her for a bit of extra energon. She had been sold to science.
Her buyer? Simple, really. It had been Shockwave, who had been rushed into one of his experiments by Megatron. The tests were not ready but the tyrant had not cared. Project Ace had been set in motion with Nightfury being one of the many bots sacrificed in the pursuit of the perfect flying and killing machine. Who better to test the project on than helpless Autobot prisoners? Nightfury had been more valuable to the scientist because she was still a sparkling and her schematics were more suited to the transformation. Her sire had been Jetfire anyways, or at least that was what the Decepticons had told Shockwave.
All I had died during the transformation. Their wings either never worked or crumpled as soon as take-off had been attempted. Most never even got to that point, their sparks giving out during the multiple surgeries, but not Nightfury. No, she had taken each transformation in stride. Her optics and receptors were operated on to be able to capture even a pin drop from either across the room or hallways away, her claws shaved to a razor point, her wings long and strong, and her frame was sleek and aerodynamic. Shockwave had held her on a pedestal as the gem of Project Ace.
Nightfury hated him for what he did to her. The surgeries had taken the toll on the quickly maturing fembot and her psyche had moments of becoming highly unstable if she was upset. Shockwave had affectionately called it her 'beserk mode.' She had spat at the name with malice. She...She was nothing more than a weapon, most of her original armor had been done away with in preparation for the 'superior' armor. Nightfury no longer recognized herself in a reflection. What had she become? Shockwave said perfection. Nightfury said a monster.
It was a fair bet to say Megatron was pleased with her. You would only be half right. He had been most impressed with Shockwave's handy work but he expected more results. So far Nightfury had been the only one to survive the constant barrage of experiments. But Shockwave had gained more knowledge for his next try.
This is where the story starts, with Nightfury watching Shockwave prepare himself for Megatron's arrival. It was common for Megatron to visit but this visit was especially important. He had new orders for the scientist.
"What's so important this time?" Nightfury asked, more curious to if she should disappear for the visit. Megatron had a habit of wanting to examine every inch of her frame. Not to mention Starscream that was more excited to see another seeker-like creature. No, she was no longer a sparkling. She had matured long ago through the long list of experimentation.
"Megatron is increasing his funding. He hopes it will produce more results, such as you. If I have more resources then I will have a greater success percentage." Shockwave explained curtly, organizing the already pristine lab.
"I hardly think it's worth it. I've been here as long as I can remember and the only use you have put me through is experiments and trials. What's the sense of making me like this if he has no use for me?" Nightfury spat back, resentful of his treatment.
"If we send you out now, then the Autobots will know that we have you and you will die under a barrage of retaliation. But if you had a partner or even what seekers call a Trine, you would be unstoppable with Megatron to guide you. I've burned through all the prisoners that I have had in my servos and that is where you come in." Shockwave said. Before Nightfury could continue with her questions, Megatron appeared through the door with Starscream in tow.
"Ah, there you are, Shockwave. It's easy to get lost in this maze you call a lab." Megatron chortled, his chassis taking up a large amount of room. Nightfury glared daggers as Starscream gave her a wink.
"My apologies, Lord Megatron. I assumed Starscream would have been a proper guide, but even I can be wrong." Shockwave stated, bowing to the tyrant. Starscream hissed his disapproval but was promptly put in his place with a glare from Megatron. Nightfury knew it was time for her to leave but her escape was quickly dismissed.
"Nightfury, lovely to see you again. You are looking deadly as ever. How do you feel about a new friend?" Megatron asked, coming close to cup the femme's cheek.
"I think whoever you try to experiment on will die, just like the rest. I am a fluke, at best. Do you really want another bot to be thrown away when Shockwave could easily crack open any knowledge in their processors?" Nightfury growled back. Megatron laughed as her name made sense. She was a bot full of fury.
"That is why Shockwave has been analyzing every bit of your energon and frame to see why you seemed to be the only one suited for his experimentation. Now he will be able to cut down the amount of bots used and hopefully make another one of you." he responded, turning back to the scientist. Shockwave nodded his agreement.
"You are perfect because your energon has a specific mutation that allows the surgeries to be accepted easily. All the others' bodies had rejected the surgery immediately because I did not take in consideration of a certain variable. Those with the energon I need are often fembots who match the requirements. You are the only fembot I had managed to get my servos on since I've only had prisoners to work on and fembots are starting to take underground to preserve our species." Shockwave stated.
"So that's where I come in, huh? You want want me to sniff out a fembot that matches the scent of my energon? But I suppose I can't refuse." she huffed, already walking toward the door. The tracking collar around her neck assured that she would not be running away, especially when it had enough voltage to fry her processor.
"You will not be going alone. Starscream will accompany you for training. When the time is right, you will follow his guidance in the battlefield." Megatron stated, shoving Starscream in her direction. The seeker growled but did not argue. If he was going to have a Trine with this fembot then he would need gain her trust and loyalty. Nightfury sighed, this little escapade was going to be miserable.
"Be careful that the full extent of your powers are not utilized. We want them to think you are an average seeker." Shockwave warned, but even though she was already walking off he knew her sharp receptors had caught his words.
"So you are under my guidance now, fembot, and I demand perfection in the field." Starscream began to monologue, flying beside the quicker fembot. Nightfury was already starting to tune him out. She already had the scent of her energon in her data banks and was concentrating on finding a familiar source.
An hour went by of Starscream's chatter before Nightfury finally caught the faint scent of something familiar. She had found the proper subject. It would be untrue to say that she was sparkless at finding another subject, but she expected the femme to be older and aggressive. Much like the first time she had met Arcee when she and Cliffjumper had been brought to her "home."
"Do you smell something?" Starscream asked, himself not knowing the scent they were looking for. It was unnecessary since Nightfury already knew her target.
"Yes, it's coming from that way. It's a young scent though, barely matured. There's also another scent. It smells like fresh energon." she stated, flying in that direction.
Pixel tried desperately to patch the ripped open mech. He was bleeding profusely and his spark pulse was fading fast.
"Please stay with me! We'll make it." the poor medical assistant cried, her servos were drenched in his energon as she had tried to stop the bleeding. The mech gave only a weak groan as he tried to online his optics and tried to get up. Pixel was quick to make him sit down.
The poor fembot had never tried to save a bot on her own! Ratchet had always been there to help her through every situation, but he was gone now. He had left to assist Optimus on the planet they had found. The medic swore he would come back for her but said she needed to stay and make sure that any hurt bot was helped in the mean time.
But this was not what she had been expecting. This mech's abdomen had been cut almost all the way through the middle and she knew there was no way he would pull through. But...but she had to try and save him. The two had become separated from the platoon when they were ambushed. Pixel had just so happened to stumble upon him when trying to find the others, if there was even any others...
Pixel's movements went rigid as she saw his spark fade away through the cracks in his spark chamber. She had lost her first patient. The fembot knew she had tried her best but it did not help the sobs that were pressed through her tiny frame.
Nightfury watched the delicate fembot cry her spark out over the dead mech. It was a messy scene with energon pooled over the floor and smudged on the fembot. Starscream gulped down his nausea. It was a grotesque and bloody mess.
"Is she the one you smelled or the mech with his energon everywhere?" Starscream asked, their positions hidden in the shadows.
"She's the one. It was a bit hard to tell at first with his scent drenched over her." Nightfury responded, already walking in her direction. She had not expected the fembot to barely more than a child. It made her tank give a twist to know her fate was sealed. Nightfury went unnoticed as she stood over the fembot.
Pixel's sobs echoed around the ruins. Everything was oblivious to her but her own sorrow. Ratchet had warned her to never take it personal if the bot was lost. But it did not prepare her for this. She was so upset that it took her several moments to even realize that someone had walked up next to her. It gave her a jolt as a servo was placed on her shoulder.
"You know you couldn't save him. Even the greatest medics would not have been able to save him." a cool, feminine voice whispered, another servo coming up to stroke her helm. Pixel quickly tried to wipe her face, smearing the still-fresh energon on her face.
"B-But..." but her words were cut off as the older fembot shushed her.
"You are not at fault. He was weak and could not survive. That is the way things work. You should now how popular death is on this planet." the fembot continued, her arms coming to wrap around the tiny, shaking fembot. Pixel did not know who this fembot was but it was relaxing to feel someone hold her so protectively when her own sorrow had started to swallow her up.
"And I am very sorry that I may be the reason you die." the fembot whispered. Pixel's helm jolted up to look at the fembot as her words reached her. Before she could struggled, the fembot had squeezed an important circuit in her neck. The older fembot held her gently as Pixel passed out in her arms.
Nightfury tried to shake off the feeling of guilt. She was a trained killer and should feel no sympathy, but this was different. The fembot had not expected her target to be so young and vulnerable. It would be a miracle if she survived even the most basic surgeries.
"Good show, Nightfury. But don't you think you could have been a little more vicious?" Starscream scoffed, showing his annoyance.
"And upset her even more? She was already in the vulnerable state I needed. There was no need to do more than necessary." Nightfury answered, easily scooping the unconscious fembot into her arms.
Starscream looked unhappy but did not continue. They had founded what they had been sent to seek out and Megatron would be sure to be impressed with his leadership. Yes, Megatron would be impressed but not with his SIC. Nightfury would be in place of his flattery.