The twisted TF fangirl presents: Dark Spark
Setting: TF: Prime
Rating: M (interfacing, non-con situations, general angst)
Pairings/Characters: MegatronxOC
Disclaimer: Transformers are property of Hasbro...I just own the OC
Summary: A femme is reunited with the Autobots on Earth after being held captive on the Nemisis.
"Ratchet, we need your assistance. Bring your med kit", Optimus Prime commed his Chief Medical Officer back at base. The CMO just sighed as he got up and grabbed the kit, signaling to Raf to activate the groundbridge to Prime's coordinates. The Autobots were on a routine energon-scouting mission when 'she' appeared, in the middle of this desert. Optimus didn't recognize this femme, but Arcee did, her optics widening in shock.
"Shaba! What are you doing here...how'd did you...?", Arcee stopped dead in her tracks. The femme appeared definitely worse for wear. Her ebony armor bore deep scratches and a few gashes that bled energon, her optics were dim and looked distantly focused; she also appeared quite low on energon, as well. "Primus, what happened to you?!" Arcee cried as she scooped up the weakened femme. Shaba was silent, air cycling heavily through her intakes as the Blue-armored motorcycle did her best to support the larger femme's frame. Shaba wasn't much taller than Arcee, but being a flyer, she had a obviously larger form.
"How she look, Ratchet?", Arcee asked, after have returned to base and Shaba was placed in temporary stasis to speed her recovery. "Not much longer, now. We were very fortunate to have found her when we did; her energon levels were all but entirely depleted.", The CMO replied.
Optimus then stepped forward. "Arcee, when was the last time you were in contact with Shaba?", he asked, curious as to how this femme knew of the Autobots' location on the distant planet. Arcee looked up at Prime. "Cybertron...we trained together before Shaba decided that war was not her thing. She hails from the Neutral Territories, well, until the 'Cons completely destroyed it. Her guardians perished during the invasion. We haven't actually seen each other in Vorns, how she found out about us...", Arcee trailed off, turning her gaze to Shaba, upon the med-table, seemingly at peace.
The ebony-armored femme's processors were anything but at peace. They recalled everything, everything...every moment onboard the Nemisis. Those Decepticons performed what seemed like every sick and depraved act on her. She was nothing more than a mech's toy, a medical experiment, and a servant. Shaba had no idea how long she was held captive; Megacycles just blurred together, never seeing the light of the local Sun. 'Oh, why did I even leave Cyberton?', too often she silently questioned herself. Of course, she never anticipated her predicament; she punched in the coordinates to near the location of the Autobot's base. Everything seemed fine, until she landed far from where the landing coordinates stated; a malfunction somewhere in the guidance database of her stasis pod.
Shaba tried to open a comlink to Arcee, or any of the Autobots, but with no luck. Frustrated, she left the pod and proceeded to physically track them down. 'Primitive, dirty, icky planet...why did they choose this place to reside?', Shaba wondered as she approached what her internal database listed as a 'military aircraft base'. 'Hmmm, I could use a new set of wings', Shaba thought as she smiled. She looked around some before settling on her new form, a stark black and deadly looking F-117 Nighthawk.
'Ahhh, much better', Shaba took to the skies, feeling the warmth of the sun as she flew over a large body of water, the Pacific ocean. However, the femme failed to notice that since her landing on Earth, she was being tracked. She had made it to the coastline of the land known as 'California'. 'Not far now', she thought, having no clue of the trap that lie just ahead.
"Excellent work, Soundwave. Prime is attempting to bolster his ranks and it's an open invitation to the other Autobots out there just to come on down...oh, I don't think so", Megatron, the Lord and ruler of the Decepticon Army, growled low and menacing. "This ends now, we will capture and exploit this Autobot. I will force Prime and his forces to cease their activities and surrender to us!" he roared.
"Now, Eradicons...Assemble!"
"Ugh, Primus...wha?..where am I", a shaky femme voice jolted the Autobot Scout, Bumblebee out of his light recharge. He beeped wildly, beckoning the other Autobots into the main room of the underground base. "Shaba!", Arcee cried, racing to her old friend's side. "Arcee?! Where...? Ohh!" the rescued femme suddenly looked away from her longtime friend...to the towering form of Optimus Prime. "I'm sorry, Sir...I..I was trying to locate Arcee, but...but, they got to me first", Shaba began to sob. The Prime was taken aback by the young femme's startled reaction. "You mean...the Decepticons?", Optimus asked. "Is that what happened to you, Shaba?", he pressed.
Shaba then looked downward, her intakes hitched as her processors recalled her initial contact with Megatron. "Y...yes, Optimus, I was ambushed by a hoard of 'Cons; I didn't stand a chance. They took me to their ship, high above this planet...and brought me before their leader", Shaba began to sob lightly, recalling the silver tyrant's menacing form, towering over her slender frame, growling menacingly.
"Well now, Is Prime becoming so desperate that he is recruiting femmes?", Megatron chuckled cruelly, leaning towards Shaba to further intimidate her. "Please, I...I'm not an Autobot...designation Shaba...from the Neutral Territories. Please, please don't terminate me, I beg you, Lord Megatron!".
Shaba then jolted her head back up, staring at Optimus. "Do not let Megatron rule your thoughts, you were able to escape. And, now you are safe from him as the Decepticons do not know the location of this base", Optimus replied, reassuring the young femme of her newfound safety. "Yes Sir, and I thank you and your team greatly. However, I am need of further recharge. I would like somewhere...quiet", Shaba replied, vocalisers sounding weary. Optimus immediately took the femme's hand and led her to the area of the base which contained the Autobots' recharge quarters. "You may use my quarters until yours are set up. I just want you to get a full recharge cycle.", the Autobot leader looked at her softly. "I am no medic, but I can tell, you've been through a lot. Trust me, if there is anything that my team or myself can do for you, please let us know". Shaba just bowed her head slightly. "Thank you, Sir", she replied in a small voice, almost distant, as the door to Prime's sleeping chambers slid shut.
"I worry about her", Optimus said, passing by Ratchet, who was tinkering with a medical device. "Oh, she was just extremely tired. I'll bet the Decepticons starved her of energon, having barely enough of it for themselves.", the CMO replied, not even looking up from his work. "Right you may be, my old friend. However, I fear something...worse may have happened to Shaba during her stay on the Nemisis.", the Prime continued, with a hint of anger in his vocalisers.