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A/N: A bunny that I adopted a long, long time ago at the bunny farm. It went along lines of Megatron finding a sparkling, but I can't find the bunny anymore and my list of adopted bunnies is in another computer at the moment. If you see any errors or mistakes, please feel free to tell me.
Warning: This fic contains what can be considered as sparkling abuse. Read at your own risk.
Chapter 1: Rescue?
Megatron surveyed the ruins with satisfaction. Invading Yuss had been pathetically easy and merely a stepping stone towards his bigger goal, or so it seemed. He knew this victory meant much more than it actually looked. It gave the mechs under his command much needed practice. They were not in the arena anymore and they needed to get that through their thick processors and adapt or else. Yuss also served to strengthen the new Decepticon territory. The gray mech already had plans of building a fort nearby.
The leader of the Decepticons carelessly kicked an offline body out of his way as he made his way back to the camp. None of the residents were spared. Why leave a mech alive when his death made a better point of the seriousness of their cause? It would finally drive through the Autobots' pampered processors that he was not some small time criminal with delirious of grandeur.
He heard the sound of the turbines before he saw the approaching Seeker. The flier was moving at top speed and Megatron wondered if his plans needed to be changed. He was prepared to take on whatever the world threw at him.
The flier, one who Megatron didn't seem fit to save the name of in his processor, stopped and saluted him. Megatron ignored him, red optics clinically studying what the Seeker carried in his arm.
"Why is that thing alive? I gave orders to terminate on sight."
Megatron watched, anger rising, as the mech seemed to shrink at his words. Pathetic.
"Commander Starscream gave orders to bring it back to base, my lord."
Megatron gave him points for not stuttering in his presence.
"Starscream's orders?" he said icily, "Are his orders suddenly more important than mine?"
"NO! I mean… He said…"
Megatron smirked, fangs gleaming, as he strode over to the cowering Seeker. The flier took a step back, but Megatron was faster. With a swipe of his hands, he tore the injured sparkling from the Seeker's grasp and threw it on the floor; its cries ignored by both mechs.
The Seeker tried to put distance between himself and his leader by activating his thrusters, but Megatron merely reached forward. Megatron's hand grasped the Seeker's foot, the gun former ignoring the heat from the mech's heel thrusters. A swift yank downwards had the Seeker falling back to the ground with a pained cry when his left wing bent where it met the ground.
Megatron smiled at the sound. He always delighted in exploiting his enemy's weaknesses. He made a note to get someone investigating how to eliminate wing sensitivity, but right now he was going to enjoy this.
The Seeker tried to sit up only to fall again with a sickening sound as Megatron kicked him back down. He made a point to stand on the injured wing, his canon pointing straight at the Seeker's head, before speaking again.
"Las time I checked Starscream was still under my command and you'd do well to remember that," he snarled the words at the flier, who could only nod. Megatron was sure he could still speak, but experience in the arena had taught him the mech at his feet would only grovel if he dared use his vocalizer.
Megatron hated groveling. As long as the Seeker kept his vocalizer off Megatron might keep him alive.
There was a gurgling sound nearby. Megatron quickly looked around trying to locate the origin of the sound. Angry red optics zoomed in on the sparkling and he found himself studying it.
He clearly belonged to one of the poorest families. Most mechs could afford standard bodies. That is, bodies with two optics, olfactory sensors and a mouth conveniently located on their heads.. There were of course variations: faceplates, visors, hidden olfactory sensors. The sparkling before him lacked most of this features.
One large optic took over most of its head. The sparkling lacked a mouth and he had to be fed directly into its energon tank whose opening was hidden behind a latch. Two antennae at the side of its head served as external audials. He was also leaking energon from the injuries sustained from being thrown into the ground and his left arm appeared to have been ripped off at the elbow joint.
"One has to wonder what does Starscream wants with you," Megatron said as he crouched to observe the sparkling closer.
The tiny thing didn't seem to fear him, though Megatron was sure it was because it lacked the intelligence to do so. It gurgled again and Megatron prepared to offline it with his canon.
But…
He needed to put Starscream in his place. His newly appointed Air Commander appeared to be getting overconfident. Megatron briefly considered getting a new Aerial Commander, but the truth was that Starscream was currently the only one capable to do the job.
As soon as someone else with the required skills appeared he was going to demote Starscream. But right now, he would keep the sparkling alive. He would bring it back with him to the base.
Megatron, red optics burning, grabbed the sparkling by its remaining hand. The Decepticon leader took to the air, the sparkling dangling from the hand of the gray mech. He was already contacting Soundwave to arrange a meeting to discuss the construction of the fort. He would drop the thing in the medbay first.
Megatron could already envision the shocked look of his arrogant Air Commander and he couldn't contain an amused smile. He didn't doubt there was going to be a wave of mechs shocked out of their processor at the sight of him bringing back a sparkling to be repaired. Shockwave…
'Guess I found what to call you if they ask.'