Transformers Belongs To Hasbro
Chapter 2
The smug looking mech strutted in, a datapad in hand, his smile never left as he walked up the SIC. Oh how he loved to irritate the already angry seeker. It was just too easy!
" Oh Starscream, don't get your plating in a bunch. A little birdie just told me that the drones had found a bot from the distress signal. " his optics made his way to the trembling fembot, "And as I can see, they did. Tsk Tsk, little bot sure is hurt. "
Knockout made his way to the little group of bots. He made a 'tsk' noise with his mouth as he noticed the energon pooling at the young femme's peds. She was hurt, that was obvious enough.
" Starscream, she's going to die soon if she doesn't get medical attention. " Knockout purred, running a finger down a gash on her stomach.
Pixel squirmed at his touch, the pain seemed to wrack her tiny frame. A frown crossed Starscream's face. He hated agreeing with the pompous mech, but he knew Knockout was right.
" Fine but as soon as you're done I want her locked up in the cell we kept Wheeljack in, understood? " Starscream hissed, almost nose to nose with the smirking mech.
" Oh, of course, Commander. Yo, Breakdown! Give me a hand! " Knockout called out, looking toward the door he had entered through.
Breakdown grunted as he stomped in. Pixel's optics went wide. It was the mech she had saw on the way here. She hadn't known it was Breakdown! All the mechs in this room were feared far and wide by reputation alone. What had she gotten herself into?
" What ya need, Knockout? " Breakdown asked, looking at the scene with curiosity.
" I need you to carry this bot to the medbay. But be gentle. I know that's hard for you but her wounds are a little severe for too much rough play. Once she's better we'll talk. " Knockout added with a wink.
Breakdown laughed and scooped her out of the drone's holds. Pixel whimpered and curled pathetically into his strong arms. She knew it was shameful but any bit of kindness was greatly appreciated.
The mech's plating flushed a little from the contact. Breakdown was used to fighting femmes not them...touching him. A soft chortle came from Knockout as they left the control room.
" Little femme, you've just landed your pretty aft into a world of trouble. Starscream is a little better than dealing with Megatron but not by much, sweetspark. But at least he agreed to let me fix you up. You'd be dead within the next hour with those kind of wounds. I'm surprised you're still alive. " Knockout chatted as they made their way to the medbay.
Pixel did not say a word, Knockout had not expected her to anyways. Sometimes he just liked to hear himself speak. Tears dripped relentlessly down her face. She was no warrior bot not even close. Her twin was the fighter of the two. Pixel was the one their parents had babied and kept hidden during the war.
Arcee had always been bitter at their parents but she never let the malice spread to her twin. Pixel did not have a bad circuit in her body. Pixel and Arcee were completely identical except by color, while Arcee was blue, Pixel was pink.
The mechs had obviously noticed but not elaborated the situation. Starscream wanted her alive most defiantly for this fact but he didn't let on. They acted as if she was in no way related to the Autobot Arcee.
Knockout watched her lustfully as Breakdown sat her on the berth. The mech had always fancied Arcee but her personality was abrasive at times and made it difficult for him to make a move. This femme was timid and at the Decepticons mercy.
But his thoughts needed to be cleared, her wounds needed fixing. Rummaging through his supplies, Knockout found the necessary instruments he needed.
" Close your optics, dear. This will only hurt for a moment. " he purred, the tool in his servo approaching her wounds.
Almost An Hour Later
" There we go. All done! And weren't you a good little patient? Should I get you a energon pop? " the medic chortled, putting up his tools.
Pixel glanced shyly at him. Her chassis felt so much better! The pain was gone and replaced by an odd numbness from the medication the medic had given her.
" ...thank you... " she whispered, flexing parts of her body to see how well they worked.
" Ah! The femme is also polite! Aren't you a refresh to the hard drive? It seems no one truly appreciates my trade! " Knockout laughed.
Breakdown groaned and shook his head. His partner could be an idiot at times. Knockout shot him a mock glare and turned back to the fembot with a sigh.
" I really must apologize now. But orders are orders, love. Breakdown could you escort her to that horrid cell? Starscream will have a fit like usual if it's not done. " Knockout groaned.
" Sure thing, Knockout. Come on, kid. Time to go. " Breakdown responded, motioning towards the door.
A tiny gulp made it's way down Pixel's throat but she did as she was told. What choice did she have? Breakdown rested a servo on her shoulder as he lead her towards the cell. She resisted a bit at first but his servo kept her going.
" Don't be that way, fembot. It's not our choice. Just following the big mech's orders. " he muttered, a tiny tinge of guilt bugging him.
Pixel numbly nodded and allowed him to lead her to the cell. Her tanks clenched as the door opened revealing the restraints. Breakdown was gentle as he clamped the devices around her fragile wrists. Slowly, Pixel was raised up until she was dangling helplessly by her wrists.
Breakdown left as soon as possible but not fast enough to escape the sound of her sobs.