Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Chapter 2

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"W-What's wrong, Night?" Pixel whimpered, noticing the rare trace of fear in her protector's one good optic.

Nightfury wished desperately to get to her peds, to fight off the enemies that stood behind her charge's back. But alas, she was too badly damaged to do anything but snarl at him.

"Touch her...and I'll rip out you spark...faster than you can blink an optic!" Nightfury snarled, painfully propping herself up into a sitting position.

The drones said nothing as they raised their weapons threateningly. They had seen the whole thing from the Nemesis and were instantly sent out to investigate. Obviously, their search had turned up fruitful indeed.

"On your peds, Autobots!" one of the drones ordered, stepping out from among the line of Decepticons.

"You're asking...a lot, Decepticreep." Nightfury hissed, holding Pixel tight as her charge had ran fearfully into her protector's arms. The main drone did not seem to like her response at all as he sent a warning shot, narrowly missing one of her badly damaged wing struts. Well... it hadn't meant to be a warning shot but the drones were known for their horrible aim. It was a wonder he even got close.

"We're not A-Autobots..." Pixel whispered, words muffled from hiding her tear-stricken face by nuzzling into her protector's shoulder plating. A soothing servo gently stroked her helm as Nightfury softly hummed that melody as she had done so many times before. It seemed Pixel needed the comfort more than ever.

"Autobot or not. Get to your peds or we kill you both," the mech hissed, readying his weapon once more.

Nightfury's optics flared momentarily at the threat and was ready to strike but Pixel brought her back down with a soft shake of her helm.

"You're too hurt, Nightfury. They'll kill you..." she whimpered, the tears dripping on her protector's armour. Nightfury wished so badly to lash out at these mechs but she knew her sister-in-arms was her state; she would only be able to take out a few drones before they would overtake her. Then where would that leave Pixel among the Decepticons? No, she had swore to protect her younger companion.

Reluctantly, Nightfury got to her peds, swaying a little from her wounds, with her servos raised high.

"Fine...We'll go quietly but at least let my friend go. " she said, on the verge of pleading. Pixel looked at her with wide optics.

"I'm going where ever you are going, Night!" Pixel exclaimed, the much smaller femme hugging to the side of the much taller seeker fembot.

"Pixie, please, you don't know how bad the Decepticons can really be. They'll hurt you worse than they would've the day I found you. I swore on your creator's deaths that I would keep you safe. You remember how I hate breaking promises, right?" Nightfury asked, a strained smile on her face as she tried to lighten the mood just a touch.

Pixel just shook her little helm. She would not leave her only friend alone to be devoured by the Decepticons, well, not alone at least.

Though their little conversation meant nothing since the drones had no intentions of letting either of them go. They made this clear as they roughly grabbed both femmes and twisted their arms behind their backs to put on cuffs.

Nightfury let out a harsh hiss as one of the drones was too rough with her damaged wing struts.

"Stupid slagger! Be careful!" she growled, but stopped as one raised a gun to Pixel's helm. They had found it. They had one of Nightfury's few weaknesses: her concern for her charge's safety.

"Fine...I get your point..." she murmured, her body losing its rigid edge. They had one this battle before it had even begun.

Pixel squirmed as the drone put the cuffs on her, body trembling as the drone put his claw-like servos on her. The poor thing had never felt more helpless in her life.

"Night...? Not to be too dramatic...but I wanted to thank you for taking care of me all these years." she said, smiling at her protector with tears running down her face.

"No, thank you for giving me something to live for besides fighting." Nightfury responded, a single tear falling on the hardened ground below.

On the Nemesis, the duo was awed and horrified at the sights that beheld them. Never had they seen a war ship of such largeness and beautiful construction. Running from the war seemed to hamper their knowledge of such creation.

Pixel looked at Nightfury, terror and concern plastering her face. Nightfury responded with a gentle smile and used a cuffed servo to give her charge a soft squeeze on her own servo.

"Just don't look them in the optics." Nightfury warned, her gaze turning serious.

"Why...?" Pixel whispered back, optics wide.

"Because they can see fear in your optics and to a Decepticon, fear is what they crave most along with power. Don't give them the chance to get riled up, okay, Pixie?" Nightfury asked, looking hard into the younger's optics.

The timid fembot merely nodded her helm, knowing the seriousness of the elder's words. She would try to heed them as much as she could. But the plan of concealing her fear was completely washed away as the drones began to walk them in separate directions.

They were splitting the fembots apart!

"Nightfury!" Pixel cried out, trying to get to her protection, but the drone roughly dragged her back by the strut on her back.

"Pixel!" Nightfury cried, watching as the drone forced her charge in the opposite direction. She began to struggle with the cons, roaring and cursing as she tried to break free in her weakened state. Only for one of them to grab her damaged wing strut, the resulting pain had forced her to her knees.

"Behave. Or the little one is next," the faceless drone sneered as Nightfury glared, angered further by her injuries. Pulling her to her pedes, they forced her into a room before leaving. Cuffed and hanging painfully from the magnetic pulses, Nightfury could only curse her own inability to get to Pixel as well as wondering what was to happen to her.

Pixel was shaking when she was left in the dark room, hanging in a similar fashion. She wanted Nightfury there with her, to take her down from the cuffs and stroke her helm and hum her favourite lullaby. What did the cons want with her and Nightfury? They had only just arrived on this planet.

As tears streaked down her faceplates, the door opened again only to reveal a different mech; he was tall, shorter than Nightfury but looked scary. He was a seeker too like Nightfury but lacked the same grace. His ruby optics lingered on her; she forced her helm away from his gaze like her protector told her too but only caused this con to snicker.

"Welcome my dear, I am Commander Starscream," he smirked, walking up to the restrained femme, using a clawed finger to force her fearful faceplates to look at him, "I hope you are…comfortable."