Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Pixel Belongs To PixelTheLittlestFembot

Nightfury Belongs To AutobotNightfury

Chapter 1

Pixel's frame shuttered as the prisoner cargo ship drew even closer to Kaon's Prison. She could not figure out if the screams she heard were only made up in her mind, or that so many screams filled the air that they had pierced through the ship's thick walls. Either way, hot tears flowed earnestly down her cheeks. How had everything gone so wrong? She was simply a medic doing her job when a stray blast had knocked her unconscious. The last thing she remembered were the mechs looming over her, trying to decide what to do with the knocked out femme. Their suggestions had chilled her spine but she was lucky that a gruff commander had told them to take her prisoner. Lucky did not feel like the right word for the situation. Kaon was worse than a quick shot to the helm. It was still a death sentence, just a prolonged and agonizing one.

Many of the bots aboard were showing their emotions in a worse manner than her simple tears. Grown mechs banged their helms against the wall in despair while others sobbed and pleaded with the guards that loomed over them. Those that begged were quickly shut up with a gun to the helm. They did not kill them, but the helm wound they suffered was enough to do the job if left untreated.

"Listen up, Autobots! No amount of bawling or pleading is going to get you out of this place so you might as well shut the hell up. Ya hear?! The next one of you to make a peep will be the one to show the others how bad of a punishment we can think up." a guard bellowed, kicking a random prisoner with the force to break more than a few struts. The ship grew deathly quiet. The veteran mechs were silent throughout the ordeal. They knew how to handle a situation such as one of these. Calm was the best policy.

Pixel was struck with a fear that did not seem possible. Dread wrapped it's fingers around her throat and was slowly beginning to strangle her. A warm shoulder was quick to press into her back.

"Don't lose yourself, kid. That's what they want! They want you tripping so they get the intel out of you a lot smoother. You gotta keep chill and roll along with the punches, ya dig?" a gentle voice assured. The mech's dialect had her confused for a moment but his comforting words were not lost to her. Her optics were quick to scan the mech who spoke to her. His frame was silver and red, and a visor covered the top half of his face.

"Y-Yes, sir. I...I...It was my very first mission... I was supposed to save lives and be as useful as the great Ratchet. B-But... I was captured before I could be a use to anyone. I-I could have saved lives if I hadn't been more careful." Pixel sputtered, guilt was flooding her spark and for some reason she felt the need to confess herself to this mech. The mech was sympathetic as he nodded his helm.

"Kid, ya gotta stop beating yourself up! Shit happens and it's not your fault. Baby, at least you didn't run away. Being a medic isn't a slice of cake. That medic crest on your chest is like wearing a 'take me prisoner' sign on your forehead. I think that makes you a pretty cool cat in my book." he chuckled, rubbing his shoulder against hers. His attitude was enough to bring a tiny smile to her lips. How could this mech be so upbeat while looking into the face of death? Pixel couldn't help but look at him in wonder.

Her smile was quick to fade as the jolt of landing reminded her exactly where she was: Kaon Prison. It did not take the prisoners long to be herded out like a load of animals. Pixel and the other mech were the last to step out of the ship. A line stretched as the prisoners were forced to form a filed line to the entrance of the prison.

"Kid, I forgot to tell you my name. It's Jazz." he whispered, trying to keep her from panicking as they walked closer to the doors. Pixel forced herself to focus only on his voice and nothing else. Her pink and blue frame shuddered endlessly but his voice was enough to keep her from breaking down.

"My...name is Pixel, sir." she whispered back, gulping down the sickness she felt in her tanks. A smile was quick to shine down on her.

"Shut yer mouths, Autobots! No talking in Soundwave's presence! He's about to let you know your fates." a guard snarled, shoving the two forward so they stumbled closer to the group. Soundwave? Pixel was confused. Was he not the right servo of Megatron himself? Why would he be here of all places? Jazz was quick to acknowledge her confusion.

"Soundwave is the 'warden' of this place. Don't go drawing attention, sweetpea." Jazz quickly whispered before they came into view of the devil himself. Soundwave stood, his optics scanning over the crowd of prisoners. It was easy to see the calculations going on inside his processor. Which ones had information? Which ones were useless? Which ones could be used as hostages? Each thought only took a moment to figure up. The blue energon rings that kept them bound started to flicker green and others red. Pixel watched with terrified optics as she realized why each turned a different color. Red meant that the bot was not good enough to keep, the green color meant that the bot would be sent to a cell. She was relieved to see Jazz's turn green, but hers had yet to turn any color but blue.

"I think we have a faulty one, sir!" a guard boomed, nudging the ring that kept her bound.

"Negative: Evaluation Not Completed." Soundwave responded, his voice causing everyone to cringe. Pixel's tank dropped. Evaluation? He was trying to figure out if she was worth keeping! A bird-like creature sat upon his shoulder, watching the prisoners as closely as his master. The femme felt as if every optic was on her.

"File unfound. Autobot recently serviced and without a known record. Further evaluation is needed to make a decision." Soundwave finally said, causing her shoulders to shake harder. Then something happened that shocked even Soundwave himself: Laserbeak left his shoulder and flew to the young femme, perching on her own. It's beady optics seemed to bore into hers as it twisted it's head back and forth at her.

"N-Nice, b-b-birdy. No n-need to hurt me." Pixel whispered pleadingly, watching it continue bobbing its head at her. Her legs nearly gave out as it looked to Soundwave and screeched.

"...Evaluation completed." Soundwave spoke, his words hesitant. He had trouble coming to a decision for the simple fact that only worthy assets needed to be kept. This femme was not on any file besides her cadet training. The only thing he knew was that she was a medic but had no ties to a superior officer that would make her valuable. But... it was intriguing that Laserbeak had gotten so close to an Autobot without biting. That was enough to make his decision clear. The bird had made the answer clear with his screeth. Her ring was quick to turn green. Her fate was safe for the time being.

"You heard him, Autobots! Greens follow me and reds follow the other guard and may Primus save your spark." a guard laughed, his hoarse voice causing Pixel's armor to crawl. Jazz was relieved that she was safe but he did not know for how long. It was becoming increasingly obvious that the small femme was drawing more than a few glances from the guards. He wanted to protect her, but to his displeasure, he was put immediately in a cell while Pixel was led farther down.

"Hope you like the dark, doll. Your new roommate is piece of work and the dark keeps her nice and docile. Have fun!" the guard bellowed, shoving the femme in and closing the door behind her. The ring instantly disappeared once she was in. Pixel could hardly see her servo in front of her face. What kind of bot could live in this sort of environment? Distracted, she could not see the bright green optics that watched her. The young femme could barely react before the creature launched itself at her.

"Who are you?! State your name and rank!" the bot screeched, pinning the younger femme to the floor. Bared teeth were held close to Pixel's face as talons wrapped around her arms.

"My name is Pixel! I'm a medical officer that was captured during the battle! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" she sobbed, exposed to any attack this bot may want to inflict. The grip was quick to loosen and the little bot was pulled into a gentle hug, her helm pressed tight against chest plating.

"Oh, sweetspark! I'm so sorry... I hope I didn't scare you too badly. I thought you were another one of the Cons wanting to bring me in for questioning again. You're not hurt, are you...?" the bot asked, her feminine voice sweet and caring now that she knew the femme was not a threat.

"N-No, I'm f-fine! You just startled me..." Pixel stammered, thrown off by the other's femmes sudden change in attitude.

"Well, good! You had me worried for a sec. The name's Nightfury! I don't know how you got here, but I'm sorry you have to go through this. We can stick it out together." Nightfury said with a wink. Pixel numbly nodded, still shocked by the sudden attack and the incidents of the day.

"Hey, don't get that face. You're going to be okay, alright? I know it seems bad but I know Optimus will bust us out. Have some faith, kiddo." the older femme added, giving her back a small rub. Nightfury made a sympathetic noise as she felt a tear land on her armor. Long talons were quick to sweep under her eyes.

"S-Sorry! I..I'm just not ready to die yet." Pixel weeped, furiously wiping at her optics.

"I won't let anyone hurt you. Optimus will come."