-1Here's REVISED chapter two.
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Far, far away, unknown to most, there was the blue planet of Nucryonis. It was a cold planet, almost similar to the atmosphere and temperatures of Pluto. There, in the deep confines of it's crystallite core, was the newly created Decepticon base. Galvatron ordered that Zephyr be taken to the brig, which was quickly done. He smiled wickedly at the helplessly frozen prisoner. Her eyes opened slightly within her prison, twin slivers of that unmistakable blue… She'd regained consciousness, but barely. Not awake enough to understand what was going on, all she could do was stare straight ahead in a semi-mindless fashion, shiver inwardly at the cold and wish he was there. Galvatron ordered his medical officer to him. "Brightshadow, thaw her out, but only slightly. I want no mistakes, especially if that mistake causes her to get her powers back." Brightshadow bowed. "Yes, lord Galvatron." The medic entered the cell and aimed his arm at the frost confining the prisoner. His arm transformed into what looked to be a cannon, but instead of a blast, it shone an eerie grey light and dragged it down the liquid nitrogen prison, thawing Zephyr out until only a thin layer of the crystal casing was left.
Warmth… just a little, but even that was welcome. Her awareness sharpened slightly. The ice around her cracked, then shattered, spilling her onto the ground like a newly hatched baby bird. "Wh-what… j-ju-just…" Galvatron sneered. "You were thawed by my talented medical officer."
He dismissed Brightshadow, who nodded in return and disappeared from their presence. She couldn't stop shivering, couldn't quite stand up. All she could do was remain huddled on the floor in a half-frozen mess. "The reason why you're shivering is because you do not have a helpful little gadget my scientist Frostbite invented, an antifreeze gauge. This little trinket keeps us from freezing in this frozen tundra of a planet, thus we can move around and do whatever we like, just like it wasn't cold at all. Luckily for me, since you'll stay cold, you won't be able to use your powers and try to escape." He smiled wickedly. "Then again, it's a lot warmer down here than it is up there," he said, pointing to the ceiling. A useful piece of information, that… Now if only she could think of a way to use it! Not saying a word, she just watched him warily. Galvatron looked her up and down. "I don't see what my father sees in you, you look perfectly normal, nothing really all that special, except for the fact that you," he started and leaned in front of her, face to face, "Are the living incarnation of the All Spark," he finished, tilting her head up by her chin with a finger. Snarling in anger, eyes filled with hate, she whipped her head to the side, not willing to dignify this little exchange with eye contact. Galvatron's wicked smile vanished and he slapped Zephyr across the face. "Do not defy me, I could have blasted you when I had the chance, but in honesty, I need you," he growled threateningly. Her eyes narrowed as she glared right back at him. "I… w-wouldn't even… f-fix a p-po-pocket watch… for… y-you…" she hissed, remembering saying the exact same thing to Starscream so long ago. Galvatron snorted at her comment. "Oh, but you will, you have no choice in the matter. Because not only will I make you suffer, but I will also be punishing my father for his betrayal of his people," he said, laughing evilly. Struggling to gather her strength, she barely managed to rake her claws across his face and chest. Galvatron growled and punched her in the face, sending her flying into the back wall. He put a hand on his face and chest, feeling trickles of energon come from the scratches. "You piece of slag!" he yelled. "You will pay for that!" With that, he stormed out of the cell and locked it behind him before disappearing behind the corner.
//Her vision went white for a moment as her head struck the wall, and she could taste her own energon, spitting a thick clot on the floor before her.// Her defiance left her and she fought not to weep. //It was a bad idea to show weakness here but oh, she missed him so much…// Her head was throbbing and the cold was just about unbearable. Lying sprawled in the far corner, too weak to move, she just silently cried herself to sleep.
Megatron opened his eyes. Feeling something in his mouth, he spat, but nothing came out. He then felt loss, missing Zephyr terribly, knowing through the connection that she was freezing and weak, and that she missed him too. He sat up from the hospital bed, but was pushed back down by Optimus, who sat by the bed. "She's alive, Optimus, we have to find her," he said weakly. "Not until you've fully recovered," the Autobot said, pointing to his midsection, which was in extremely bad shape. "But they… they're hurting her…" Reaching up, he seized his brother's shoulder in a feeble grip. "We can't… we can't just leave her…" Receiving only the same reply, he once again tried to get up, trying his hardest to push his brother back. "If nobody else is going after her, I will… Forget my injuries…" Optimus looked up for a second, glancing off to the side. A moment later, Megatron felt a needle slide into his arm. Turning, he beheld Ratchet standing over him. "What…?" That harsh whisper was all he could manage because he suddenly felt so very tired… It was then that he realized it. He'd just been sedated. Slowly, weakly turning his head, he shot Optimus a betrayed look. The Autobot's reply echoed in the growing darkness of his mind. "You didn't exactly give me much of a choice, Brother…"
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