Wincing from a bright light, the femme slowly opened her eyes. She rubbed the side of her head and felt the tender spot where Blitzwing punched her. Ow, what a hit, she thought, letting out a small moan.
"Gut, your vaking up," spoke an icy voice. He grabbed her upper arm in a firm grip and forced her to her feet. The groggy arachnid attempted to free herself but only ended up hurting herself more than Blitzwing. Impatient and irritated, icy switched to angry again.
"Listen you organic haf breed! Megatron vanted to see you ze moment you voke up!"
"MEGATRON?!" she shrieked, taking in her surroundings for the first time. It appeared to be a medbay, but contained Decepticon tools, supplies, and instruments. Obviously she was aboard the Nemesis, the ship that carried the one bot she was raised to despise. When she shook herself out of the shock, she realized that Blitzwing had dragged her out of the room and down the hallway. She again started her struggle against the much bigger and stronger mech.
"Let go!" she demanded.
"One more pipe and I'll crush ze slag out of your head!" yelled the angry face. But then it switched over to a black, jack-o-latern like face.
"Yez, and zen ve'll dump ze remains to ze buzzards! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"
Undeterred the techno organic still attempted to pry herself free. Patience running thin the angry Blitzwing took control again and slammed her face first into a wall. While she was pinned, she felt a shock go through her body and realized the Decepticon had put her in stassis cuffs, hands behind her back. Now she was completely defenseless, and her organic half did not seem to react well to the shock. She was so limp Blitzwing had to throw her over his shoulder.
"Too bad you can't be zis quiet all ze time," sneered Icy.
The rest of the walk was a blur to the poor spider-bot. All she could remember was the dimly lit hallways and the painful ride on Blitzwing's hulking shoulders.
A slam to the floor brought her back to her senses. She rested on her knees and grimaced from a tiny shock the cuffs gave her. Looking up, she slightly gasped at what she saw seated in front of her: Megatron.
He was much taller than she imagined, much more fierce looking than any picture at the Autobot Academy could ever show. His eyes narrowed and seemed to frown downwards on the terrified femme.
"Who are you?" inquired the leader.
"What's it to you?" snapped the spider-bot with all the courage she could muster. A large foot slammed next to her with a thunderous boom.
"HOW DARE YOU DEFY THE GLORIOUS AND MIGHTY MEGATRON?"
"Lugnut," Megatron said coolly, "step away. I'm sure you wouldn't want to get stung by this widow again." The massive Decepticon shuffled away in embarrassment as a mech standing next to his leader snickered. She noticed it was the first one she knocked out first in the brawl.
"You're one to laugh Starscream. She managed to sting you and steal your weaponry codes." The second-in-command quietly scowled and crossed his arms. It was obvious Starscream was not the most avid fan of the Decepticon.
Turning back to the techno organic, Megatron again asked for her name.
"Who are you?"
The prisoner pondered over the question. Frankly, she did not feel like Elita One. She was a scientific question now, not a promising cadet. Looking at Megatron straight in the optic, she answered.
"A long time ago," started the femme, "I was Elita One. But she was left to die, and so she did. I have no true identity now."
Megatron continued to look at her in the face even when she lowered her eyes. She couldn't help but feel herself burn up, aware her face was anything but pleasant. The outsider was ashamed to have a Cybertronian gaze upon the organic mess.
However, beauty was not on the Decepticon leader's processor. After a small moment of silence he spoke again.
"I am not sure how you came to be, or how your former self 'died'. But I do know I can give you a true name, with a much better life than the one you live on that organic planet."
All four eyes widened. How could the supposed devastator of the universe help a freak like herself? This had to be some trick or jokeā¦
"How?" she asked. Megatron gave a small grin.
"By joining the Decepticons of course. With good training you could become a strong and fearful warrior."
The other officers looked skeptical, and the techno organic shared their doubt. Once she was promised the chance to become a great soldier when she entered the Academy. However, she was no longer an Autobot; she wasn't even fully Cybertronian anymore. And becoming a top warrior under a powerful leader didn't sound too bad either. This could be a chance at getting back at Optimus and Sentinal.
"I'm willing to learn under your leadership-my liege," she quickly added.
"Wise decision," replied Megatron, "but I won't be teaching you. Blitzwing will mentor you in your Decepticon training."
Lugnut stood there dumbly as usual, and Starscream smirked at his fellow officer's misfortune.
"But my liege!-" started a confused Blitzwing.
"You will teach this techno organic since you're the only one who's able to control her. I expect a weekly report on her progress. You are all dismissed ." Megatron stood up from his seat and walked over to the giant screen, staring into the deep, empty space.
"Get up. Now." seethed Blitzwing, forcibly pulling her up and out of the room by the scruff of her neck. When the rest turned to one hallway or the other, he clenched onto her full neck and brought her face close to his, which was now on Angry.
"Litzen you freak!" he threatened, "You do as I tell or you'll veel ze wraz of my heat blazters!" The femme could only gasp for breath in reply, and was dropped on the floor again. She felt Blitzwing uncuff her, and got a wild urge to run away as far away from the glitch head as possible. Then she realized that she was most likely light years from the organic planet, and she would only hurt her more promising future. Instead she got up and faced her new teacher.
"So, where do we start?" she asked as neutrally as she could.
Icy switched over and replied, "Virst, you vill address me as 'sir'. However, I'd say ve start wiz getting rid of zis blemish on your neck."
Looking down the arachnid saw that she still bore the Autobot emblem, much to her distaste. Suddenly Random took over and blurted, "Ooh! And zen ve can get a paper bag to cover zat hideouz vace!"
She could only sigh as Random pushed her down the hall, cackling like a maniac.
