Nano-klik = 1 second
Klik = 1 minute
Cycle = 1 hour
Solar-cycle = 1 day
Lunar-cycle = 1 month
Deca-cycle = 3 weeks
Stellar-cycle = 7.5 months
Vorn = 1 year
Meta-cycle = 13 months
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Megatron sat in his chair in the command centre. He still couldn't quite believe what he and his Elite had witnessed. He was desperately trying to wrap his processor around what had happened. He just didn't understand why the mech would leave his counterpart behind.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard his name called. Turning his helm, he found Starscream standing just a few feet front his position. "What is it Starscream?" he questioned.
The smaller mech stepped forward before offering a data pad. "Hook requested me to deliver this" he announced respectfully.
Megatron took the data pad from his second and proceeded to look through it. He was surprised by what it held.
The femme appears to be quite young – not long out of her third youngling frame. She has minor burns on her back – caused by an Energon explosion. What is more surprising is the chest wound. It was not a result of the explosion; it appears to have been caused by a close range shot from a laser rifle.
It is my professional opinion that this was an attempted assassination.
That final sentence caught his optic; attempted assassination; the mech had not left the femme behind… He had tried to offline her and had caused the explosion. "And they have the gall to call us savages" he mumbled to no one in particular. "How is she now Starscream?" he queried, turning his attention back to the Seeker before him.
"She is stable" he started. He turned to walk out and motioned for Megatron to follow – which he did so without hesitating. "Hook replaced some her circuitry and repaired her chest plates as best as he could" the Seeker continued as they walked. "He also had her connected to an IV as she had lost nearly a third of her Energon. But he has since removed it" he finished as they continued down the halls of the Nemesis.
Megatron was troubled to know that she had lost so much Energon – but then again he shouldn't have been too surprised, considering how badly she was bleeding when he had found her. "I'm glad to hear that she is stable at least" he stated quietly. "How long will it take for her wounds to heal?" he probed.
Starscream glanced up at him before answering gently. "Hook believes that her back will heal within 2 Solar-cycles. But her chest is another story" he stated. He sighed softly as they rounded a corner. "He believes that it will take at least a Deca-cycle for her chest to fully heal" he finished.
Megatron just absorbed all the information as they continued down the halls of the Nemesis.
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Hook sat at his work bench quietly going through (or trying to at least) the pile of medical reports on the desk. His thoughts kept returning to the injured femme. He couldn't get the image of her broken form out of his helm. He had almost had a spark attack when Megatron had carried her in, her Energon leaking profusely through his digits as he tried to stem the bleeding. She had almost offlined on the med berth when her spark gave out. Thankfully Hook had managed to shock it back into a healthy rhythm.
Hooks' thoughts were interrupted when he heard a faint moan from behind him. Putting down the data pad he held in his servo, he rose from his seat and moved towards the wounded femme. Once he reached the berth, he noticed that the femmes visor was starting to light up. He scanned the femme as he waited for her to re-boot completely. Though he was not expecting what came next.
The first thing Turbo felt was pain (minor admittedly), she moaned as it emitted from her chest. Though not as relentlessly as previously. She slowly opened her optics, and was completely shocked by what she saw. There before her, not a foot from her was a Decepticon. She panicked and acted on instinct. Reaching out she seized his throat as she swang herself off the berth. She swang herself behind him, kicking out as she did, effectively knocking him to his knees.
Hook chocked slightly, grasping at her servo as her grip tightened, her knee digging uncomfortably into his back. He stayed as still as possible, not wanting to startle the femme anymore. He knew he had to defuse the situation and quickly. But before he could think of a strategy, the med bay doors swang open. He felt the femme tense as the two highest ranking Decepticons entered.
Megatron and Starscream froze as they saw the scene before them. Beside the med berth stood the femme, intakes came in ragged gasps, and in her hold (on his knees in front of her) was the Decepticon medic. They could tell by the frown on his face plates that her knee was dug uncomfortably into his back.
Megatron took a small (admittedly tense) step forward, signally for Starscream to remain still and calm. "It's ok femme. You are safe here" he announced, making his movements deliberately slow and calculated.
Turbo watched his every move, keeping a particularly close optic on his fusion cannon. "Safe" she hissed, grip around the medics' throat tightening slightly. "Yes. I feel so very safe" she spat sarcastically.
Megatron watched the femme carefully, knowing full well that he had one opportunity to calm her. He slowly reached his left servo to his fusion cannon, detaching it from his arm as he did. He carefully handed it back to his second, optics not leaving the femme before them. Said femme looked thoroughly confused by his actions. "Is that better?" he asked, putting his servos up to show he meant her no harm. He could see the blue and black femme relax noticeably, but did not release her hold on the medic. "How about you release my physician, then you and I can sit and talk?" he requested, keeping his servos in her line of sight.
Turbo glanced down at the medic before looking back at the huge silver mech before her. It was at this very instant she realised that Megatron had no intention of hurting her (he definitely could have if he chose to). She looked back down at the medic before nodding. She gently released her grip on him, taking a step back as she did. She watched as the silver mech helped the green medic to his pedes, asking him if he was ok – which the green mech answered with 'I'm fine. She just startled me'.
"Go get some Energon and take a break. Both of you" Megatron said, looking from his second to his medic. Both nodded before heading out the door, Megatrons' fusion cannon still in Starscreams' servos. Once both mechs were out of sight, Megatron turned his attention back to the femme – who was currently staring at the floor, shifting from pede to pede. "Would you like some Energon?" he asked gently, moving over to the Energon dispenser in the corner.
Turbo watched his movements as he poured two cubes, turning to offer her one of them. She eyed it sceptically, not entirely sure if she should drink it or not. Megatron saw this and took a small sip from one of the cubes, showing the femme that has not been tampered with. He then offered her the cube, which she reached out cautiously to grasp it.
Turbo looked at the blue liquid for a moment before lifting it to her lips. She tipped her helm back slightly, allowing the liquid to trickle past her lips and on to her glossa. She moaned softly at the delicious, smooth flavour. It was nothing like the scrap she was used to. "Like it?" Megatron asked quietly, watching intently as the femme enjoyed her Energon.
Turbo eagerly finished the Energon, putting the empty cube on the bench. She nodded at the large mech as she sat down on the berth. "Yes. It's delicious. I've never tasted anything like it" she announced honestly.
"We source only the finest of Energon. Any imperfections are removed and it is purified three times… Giving it its smooth, velvety texture" Megatron announced proudly, sitting in the seat at Hooks' work bench.
He gazed at the femme for a moment, taking in her appearance for the first time. She was mostly Champion blue, except her upper arms, thighs and faceplates were Ice Silver, and she sported black race stripes (off set to the right side) running up her chest and down her back. Her helm was generally smooth - bar from the small audio finals on the side of her helm. Her shoulders and waist were wider than most femmes, but she still looked lean and trim – she had curves in all the right places. She had slits on top of her arms (were the forearm meets the wrist) – obviously were battle swords were ready and waiting to slide out at a moment's notice. And her pedes had slight heals… All in all, the femme before him was beautiful.
His optics finally met her visor, and he silently wondered why she wore it to begin with. "May I enquire as to your designation?" he enquired respectfully.
Turbo stared at him for a moment, before responding. "Turbostrike" she announced gently.
"Well, Turbostrike. May I also enquire as to what you were doing at that Energon depot" he questioned warily.
She looked away, a single tear rolling from beneath her visor. "I was told we were out there to stop you from raiding our supples. But I think that was just a cover" she whispered, wrapping her arms around her chest. Megatron could see her shoulders shaking faintly, as she tried desperately not to cry. "I knew I didn't quite fit in with the Bots', but I never expected him to have me assassinated" she stated, barely more than a whisper.
Megatron couldn't take it anymore, standing from his spot he walked to the berth. He sat beside her and wrapped a massive arm around her shoulders. He felt her tense in his hold, before she relaxed slowly, finally (and timidly) leaning into the embrace. She leant her helm on his chest, tears falling freely from her optics, soaking Megatrons' broad chest plates. Though he didn't seem to mind. Megatron massaged small, soothing circles on her back, allowing her to cry into his chest. Primus knew she needed it. He silently vowed that Ultra Magnus would pay for hurting her… He would pay dearly.
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