Alone Chapter 1
"You bellowed, oh mighty Megatron?"
The Decepticon leader looked over his shoulder in disgust at his second in command leaning in the doorway, an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. Nothing annoyed Megatron to a greater degree than that look.
"Get over here, you idiot, and report!" Megatron snapped, and sat down in his chair in front of the computer.
Starscream walked over to the commander's chair calmly and held his hands behind his back as if he were at attention, "Phase one was a success. That moronic Autobot didn't have a chance."
"Stop bragging, Starscream," Megatron got up, towering over the seeker, "I want to know his condition."
The seeker's optics darkened in anger, "I said he was taken care of."
"You severed his linkage?" Megatron began to pace back and forth, mentally checking off each set of instructions he gave his three seekers. They had been known to make mistakes in the past and this time he could not afford small accidents.
"Yes." Starscream's optics followed the pacing Decepticon.
"Destroyed his homing beacon?"
"Yes." Irritation bled through his synthesizer.
"Removed the commlink?"
"Yes."
"And the-?"
"Yes, I destroyed it! I told you it was taken care of!" He blurted out, and threw his hands down to his sides; his wings drew back in obvious frustration.
Megatron hand screamed across the seeker's face, with force enough to throw him to the ground. Dazedly, Starscream looked up as Megatron moved to stand over the top of him, the dark red optics flashed menacingly. "Watch you tone, of you'll be joining the Autobot in that pit!"
"But Mighty Megatron! Why not just destroy him? The Autobots may find him in time!" Starscream cowered at his leader's feet, "Would it not be more effective to terminate him now?"
"No, you dim-witted reject! If he dies now, then the Autobots will attempt to stop us from our raid on the new nuclear power plant in Arizona before looking for his carcass." Megatron went back to his computer, and clicked on the surveillance monitor.
There, on the computer screen, lay the Autobot, broken and unconscious. Megatron was pleased. His subordinate had, for once, made the hole just as he had specified. The plans called for hole dug in the middle of Nevada's dry desert, a good forty to fifty deep into the earth. At the top of the pit, was a heavy steel cover that created a bubble around the Autobot stuck on the inside. And of course, in the Nevada sun, the heat should fry his circuitry in a matter of a few days- or at least the Nero circuits in his head. Not to mention, the Autobot could not call for help, nor see, nor even move! He was completely paralyzed and completely helpless. The only thing the Autobot could to was scream for help. It was a spotless plan; the work of true genius!
Starscream hauled himself to his feet and joined Megatron at the console. "What now, Megatron?"
A sinister smile wormed its way onto his lips, "Now we wait for the Autobots to make their move."
The seeker looked over Megatron's shoulder strut as the Autobot began to stir, "How long do you think it will take before they realize his absents?"
"Knowing Prime, not long. Especially if it involves Jazz."