Yesh, I'm aware I'm reusing the name Pixel. She's my lil OC! XD Story takes place after Megatron's return.
Transformers Belongs To Hasbro
Chapter 1
Energon leaked slowly from her wounded chassis. The pain was unbearable and she felt herself slip in and out of consciousness. The femme's ship had ran out of fuel and made an emergency landing on this little planet. Obviously, the landing had been a rough one. Her digits slowly made their way to the controls. The thought of the distress signal crossed her mind. She needed help desperately.
A whimper escaped her mouth as she pressed the button. It had shot white-hot pain through her body but it needed to be done. Hopefully someone would come to her aid. Hopefully...
Several Hours
Sudden noises roused the femme from her restless recharge. The thought of help shot a wave of joy through her battered body.
" I-Is someone t-there? Please, I-I need help..." her voice called out feebly.
The sounds seemed to stop for a second at the sound of her voice. They had heard her tiny cry. A shuffling of peds made their way towards her.
The young fembot flinched as light flooded the cockpit. Whoever was helping her had pulled the door off with a little more force than necessary. Her baby blue optics stared up at her saviors only to be greeted by several red ones.
Fear flooded her spark. What were Decepticons doing on this tiny planet? Ungentle servos yanked her leaking body from the wreckage and onto the dirt floor of a forested area.
" State your name, Autobot. " one of them ordered with a dronish voice.
Drones? So these weren't full-fledged Decepticons but they could be just as bad news for a wounded Autobot.
" My name is P-Pixel " she whimpered, looking at them with pained optics.
Yes, she was scared but the pain overwhelmed her instincts to run or fight back. It did not matter either way. Pixel was too damaged to do anything but lie there at their mercy, which they were lacking.
A sharp kick sent her rolling on to her side, curled into a ball of agony.
" Lord Megatron will decide your fate, fembot. " another spat, jerking her to her peds.
Her legs buckled from her wounds. There was no way she'd be able to walk where they wanted her. Her answer to what they'd do about it? Another drone grabbed her arm and they dragged her.
Decepticon Ship
Pixel's head stayed bowed as they arrived at the Nemesis. They passed many other drones that payed her not even the slightest glance as they dragged her through the base. But her optics did raise once when she saw a mech that was defiantly not a drone. One of his optics was different from the other. A wound must've done it but how he got it she wasn't sure.
His look was curious but he looked away when her optics looked pleadingly up at him. A growl echoed through his vocalizer as he stomped off. Her head fell back down defeated. She should've known better than to ask a Decepticon for help.
Death seemed to nip at her heels as they dragged her into what looked like the main control room. Many drones were busily walking around and typing at the computers but what caught her attention was the mech ordering them around.
His build was sleek and his long arms were crossed behind his back. With horror her data banks brought up his image. Starscream was the mech's name and his reputation was feared across the galaxy.
" Commander Starscream, where is Lord Megatron? " one asked, notioning to her leaking form.
A grave mistake on the drone's part.
Quick as a snake striking, claws raked across the drone's face.
" If you need something, I am more than capable of handling it for him! " the seeker hissed, long claws digging into the drone's helm.
The drone squirmed pathetically under his grip.
" S-Stop! You're hurting...him..." she squeaked, her spark pinging at the sight.
Red optics seemed to pierce through the soft-sparked fembot. Starscream nonchalantly threw the drone to the side as he made his way to her.
" Did you just order me around, Autobot? How interesting... " he murmured, tilting her chin up with one of his digits, forcing her to look him in the optic.
Pixel optics averted his gaze but a sharp tap on her chin forced her to look the beast in the eye.
" You were hurting him... He was just doing what he was supposed to... " she whispered, a lone tear trickling down her cut cheek.
The liquid stung the cuts and made her wince a little.
A smirk pulled at his lips as his digits traced the wounds.
" So you're what the distress signal was about? A crash landing, I presume. Your wounds speak for themselves, fembot. You're no use to me dead. " he whispered, leaning in towards her receptor.
A chill slithered down her spine. But luckily a voice caught the seeker's attention.
" Oh, herr kommandant! " a voice rang out in a sing song tone.
A snarl escaped Starscream's lips. Oh how Knockout annoyed him!