Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, if I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fictions!
Warnings: This is not the fluff you are looking for.
Eidolon
Prologue
He stood there in the center of the control room; posture attentive and vision focused on the other much larger mech standing before him, only a keen sight being able to pick up the nervous twitch in his servo's. Many surrounded him in the area, mostly on the lower level, where their forms were obscured by the unusually dim lighting. After all, he was on the center platform where the light was bright so that everyone could get a clear view. Third-in-command Soundwave had ensured that the main consoles camera was broadcasting so that all of the crew aboard the Nemesis could feel as though they were a spectator right there in the control room.
A large behemoth-sized mech took a few steps closer to a smaller soldier and away from his second and third in command behind him. His presence loomed over the smaller mech with each pede step drawing nearer. They were slow, heavy, and deliberate. It didn't matter how many lights were on the smaller frame, it still seemed like he was being cast underneath the tyrant's shadow.
"You have been charged with conspiracy to trade Decepticon secrets to the enemy," The mech boomed, a rasp layered upon the deep voice. "In exchange for personal amnesty," If someone in the next bay over said they didn't hear him- they'd be a fragging liar. It was becoming increasingly difficult for the soldier to hold his composure, his frame too stiff and his servos nervous twitching was frankly becoming disgustingly apparent as he tried to keep his optical visor locked respectfully, fearfully, to his leader's. "How do you plea?"
The soldier did not reply.
Gaze un-wavering the larger mech continued, "Not even Starscream would sink so low as to crawl to the enemy pleading words of treachery." A brief tch eminated from beside Soundwave. Starscream only boiled over mildly compared to his usual standard level of reactions. Instead- settling for gritting his denta and balling his servos at either side in frustration, almost seeming appalled that such an insult could have ever been conjured up. It was easy to tell by the way Starscream suddenly stood straighter and narrowed his optics that an outburst defending his reputation was imminent. Luckily, logic crossed through his processor and thought it better to not to push the limits at this particular moment. Next to him, Soundwave remained unmoving- fixated on the event before him.
Still, the soldier remained silent. Though there was hardly hiding his anxiety any longer with his Lord staring down at him with such burning accusation. It wouldn't be a surprise if the poor slagger leaked himself. The other seemingly identical soldiers gazing up from the lower floor began to sneak glances with one another, concern and confusion flashing between them.
"Speak up, Soldier!"
He could not handle the pressure anymore and broke the scrupulous stare with his leader for the less judgmental floor paneling, the rest of his frame taking after his servos and trembling. The wings on his back made the most rattling, but never a word. No squeak, choke, static, or resemblance of any verbal noise emanated from the soldier. The Lord stood there for another moment with contemplation on his face- his expression towards his subordinate went from calculated anger to disgust. "You still have your voice box disengaged, don't you?" A low guttural laughter filled the circular room and all attention snapped back to the center. "Did you honestly believe that not responding, when given the honor of being spoken to directly by your Lord, was going to make this work out in your favor?"
Ping.
The winged soldier was a wreck. How embarrassing. It was amazing that he hadn't collapsed to his knees and began begging and spit-shining the tyrants' pede. "Reconnect it." The winged soldier hesitated from the order for only a moment before raising one of his trembling servos to open a panel at his throat. All of the shaking made tinkering with the hardware more difficult but soon enough his vocalizer was back online. He looked back up at his leader after re-covering the fragile components, almost immediately it was clear why the hardware was off-lined to begin with. Now, everyone could hear how his voice was betraying him, his visible trembling was now meekly audible. Better to face judgment in silence than shame himself by sobbing for forgiveness incomprehensibly. What if the Lord was merciful to his pleas? Then of course there would be his "comrades" to deal with...
Ping.
"Now then…" The leader began calmly, raising his right arm. Starscream's annoyed scowl was replaced with a grimace. He, and all of the bystanders, knew this was the moment everything was building up too- the accused stared directly into the barrel of the blaster. This was it; the last few seconds before all of this was over- the unwanted attention, the embarrassment, the pain, before his brain circuitry was blown into smoldering nothingness. Everyone stood there, waiting. Still, nothing happened, the blaster remained idle. What was this, an allotment for repentance? Visors began to side glance one another again in confusion before looking back waiting for their expectations to play out. Instead the leader lifted his massive servo and clasped it over the shaking soldiers' helm, who was only too surprised that a servo was on his helm instead of a smoke coming from his neck. The soldier could only look up into his leaders burning optics. If only he didn't have his facial mask on, then the Lord could see his expression of sincere penitence! Just as he was about to plead his case the tyrant spoke again. "A truly strong and certainly loyal Decepticon soldier would be able to withstand interrogation on sheer will alone. If you can prove yourself, I may show some compassion." The room grew tenser, all of the soldiers more attentive than ever, with the video screens plastered along the back wall showing the event in a closer and more level view. Even Starscream remained quiet, curious at how the eradicon would respond. Slowly, the Decepticon war-lord began to squeeze his servo tightly around the soldiers' helm who tried to still his quivering; failing miserably.
Ping.
Tighter.
Ping.
The slight sickening sound of metal beginning to buckle beneath the digits seemed as though it was echoing about the room. The soldier spoke up, "Please, Master…" The ornaments that decorated the right side of his helm warped outward from the pressure applied by the strong thumb. Glass from his optical visor started to crack from the grip. He panicked. "Please, Lord Megatron!" The servo was only provoked to clench down harder, any part of the helm under assault began to bow with a whine of stressed metal.
Ping.
It was becoming too much, the winged soldiers' fans had already kicked in trying to calm his spiking temperature, knees crumpled beneath him as his body attempted to escape the pain but the servo gripping his helm kept him suspended. Glass clinked on the ground from his shattering visor as he grasped Megatrons wrist with both of his servos in a desperate attempt for something, anything. A mistake, indeed. "My Lord, I beg you to please hav-" The sharp ends of the digits pierced the helm. Energon leaked from the fresh breach in the protective layer. He screamed.
Megatron held his grip there, both his and Starscreams expressions were the same. Disgust.
"Mercy!" He managed between his screeching. Fans ran in overdrive as his own energon spilled down his frame. Despite the strained yell reverberating off the walls and through every speaker playing the gruesome footage, the distinct sound of the eradicons head crunching made its way through, the cry leveling into a choked static. His frame was raised so that his pede's were dangling, energon dripping into small puddles on the floor. The grip on his leaders' wrists slackened in a weak attempt to hold on. Red optics, dimly lit- peered past gaps between digits to their master, flickering in intensity behind fragmented pieces of the destroyed visor. Such pleading optics, how pitiful.
Matching optics fixed their loathing stare with the fainting light of the begging eradicon. "You do not deserve mercy."
To be continued.