Seduction of a Scientist

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Chapter 2: Contact and Kaon

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Shockwave showed his tipsy guest to a berthroom along the balcony where they had been fueling, and it had been more than just a showing. Perceptor was somewhat unsteady on her feet after that final bit of high-grade.

"Maybe I shouldn't have had a third cube... I know they were small, but..." Perceptor had felt the charge rise in her systems but had been unable to resist the taste and texture of the orange-hued fuel. Perfection! Even here on Cybertron. She'd not been able to put the first one down after sampling it. Worse yet she'd been unable to refuse when the drone had brought more.

Shockwave guided her to the heavily-cushioned bed and helped her onto it, tidying her uncooperative limbs and placing a pillow beneath her head. "Anything else you'd like?" he asked, still leaning over her and hoping to Primus that she was thinking inappropriate thoughts of him.

"This is the nicest brig I've ever been in," Perceptor giggled.

"You're not in the brig, Persis," Shockwave replied, using an ancient feminine variant of her name.

"Well that explains the window."

"And the doors."

"Doors? So I can leave if I want?"

"You can, though you won't be able to get far. You're restricted to this level. However you shall find everything you need on this floor, and nothing on it is locked. Including the door to my quarters."

"Your quarters?"

"Yes. The yellow door on the other side of the hallway. Why should I need to lock it?"

"Because I'm an Autobot! I'm the enemy." And then she burst into giggles. "I might just sneak into your quarters and... and..."

Shockwave drew in his hands in mimicked horror. "I'd be helpless to defend myself or even to resist. But you're an honorable sort, and a like intellect. I doubt I have anything to fear from you. Besides... I do have a little distraction for you."

He nodded and one of his many domestic drones approached. "This drone will keep you company tonight. Anything you need, all you have to do is ask. Any way you wish to be served, it shall comply."

"So if I need another drink? Or if I'd like my plating buffed again?"

"You have only to ask."

"Can it...? If I wanted it to...?" Perceptor giggled again. "Oh I can't believe I almost asked that!" She flopped back onto the berth and wriggled into a comfortable position, looking so innocent in some ways and so worldly in others.

Shockwave's field flared in response and fought to the urges to touch her. "You can ask for anything. These drones are able to entertain in the most skilled manner," he said in a low tone.

"Really..." Her optics moved to take in the servant

"And if you find them lacking—again, my door is the yellow one just down the hall."

"What if I ask it to help me escape."

Shockwave chuckled. "Well, if you wish it the drone will comply. The exit's the yellow door just down the hall.

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Perceptor woke at sunrise but she lay in the berth for a long time staring at the panels of the ceiling. This room didn't have the same sensor suites as her previous night's accommodations. When she began to stir, the domestic drone lying beside her rose, went to the cupboard next to room's hallway door, took a datapad from inside it, and then presented it to her. A note had been left for her by Shockwave.

I shall be in my workshops attending to business. I have reviewed your changes to the peace treaty, and I find them to be both thoughtful and prudent. I would like to discuss a few further points before submitting the document to our faction leaders. When you are ready for such, please send a message to me through the communications station in your room.

Getting up, she noticed there was indeed a personal communications console behind her in the room, finding it operational for in-house transmissions. Then she noticed her berthmate of the previous night warming up the water in an attached washroom. When the font was steaming she was beckoned in.

The domestic drone bathed her gently, dried her off, and touched up her polish. And then she was set free to meet Shockwave.

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In the control hub, the two sat side by side going over the treaty after greetings and a few flattering comments from Shockwave. Admittedly the Autobot scientist was having a hard time believing that she "looked lovelier than Crystal City" and that her optics "sparkled like cut sapphires." Was that really the sort of thing mechs told femmes they were courting? She'd never courted one, and had certainly never been the one being courted.

Eventually they finished the changes to the treaty, applied their personal glyphs to the document, and prepared it for submission to their superiors.

Shockwave looked pleased. "I appreciate your assistance with that. I consider this our first project together, and hopefully just the first of many, many more."

"Perhaps," was all Perceptor could say.

Shockwave moved right on. "The communications window will be open in three breems. Have you considered what you wish to tell your faction?"

Perceptor looked a little startled. She would get to decide?

"Well... I suppose just the basics—that I'm being held here by you, but that I'm in no distress and have no need of medical attention." She looked up again at the tall purple mech, suddenly noting that his dull gloss of the previous day had been replaced with a shinier polish. "May I have some idea of when they can expect my release?"

"That decision would be Megatron's to make," he informed her. And then his head cocked slightly to the side. "I hope it won't be too soon." His standard hand slipped into hers and he led her over to the large communications console. "Go ahead and set up the frequencies you wish to send on. I have a few more things to attend to before the window of opportunity opens." And with that he turned and moved elsewhere in the room, leaving Perceptor relatively alone and unsupervised, much to her surprise.

But then again, he seemed intent on surprising her in pleasant ways at every turn...

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"Perceptor, come," instructed Shockwave when the transmissions had been sent. Each faction had received a copy of the 'Kaon Draft' as the two were now calling it. And Perceptor had been given plenty of time to speak with the Autobots—to let them know that she was all right. Prowl seemed to be dropping hints that a rescue would be forthcoming. Skyfire had been particularly worried, but was full of particular news.

"Back to my cell?" Perceptor half-asked, half-teased.

"If you'd prefer. I was going to take you out to see Kaon. At least what there is of it worth seeing."

"Another tour? Aren't you worried that I might end up taking home too many of your secrets?"

Shockwave took her hand. "Not secrets. Things I want to share with you. If you decide to share them with your faction, that is your decision." The Decepticon smiled inside. He was improving exponentially at this courting and seduction thing. "I mostly want you to know how much I've been working toward the restoration of Cybertron. There was little else to do during Megatron's fifty millevorn absence, you know."

Perceptor held her vocalizer. According to the female Autobots, Shockwave had kept plenty busy harassing the few Autobot enclaves left on the broken planet.

"Come."

Accompanied by several security drones, the two entered an elevator which lowered them to surface level. There in a street-level garage they boarded a small ground transport craft. Shockwave took the helm and they were immediately underway. "I have done what I can to improve the state of things in Kaon, particularly in regards to the infrastructure. I'm sure you know that your faction bombed here heavily during the Outer Kaon Offensive."

"Yes, of course," was the unenthused answer.

"I've repaired most of the critical inner roadways. And the skyways have been my priority for the past ten millevorns. Unfortunately the process has been slow due to the lack of energy and resources."

"Understandably."

"Thankfully at times I have had access to a few off-world energy sources, which have enabled rebuilding to the extent you see now." He gestured out at mostly intact area of the city. And then he stopped the transport and on foot he led the way to an urban canyon, its dark void criss-crossed by numerous bridges and skyways. In one area a bridge was obviously undergoing extensive rebuilding, its length alive with workers and welders. "That bridge is the only project I have going at present. Megatron's agenda has focused my efforts elsewhere. But once the treaty is accepted and the restoration period begins, there will be dozens if not hundreds of teams like that one at work. Here and in other cities."

"May I see one of your rebuilt bridges up close?" asked Perceptor after staring out at the urban canyon for some time.

"Of course," answered Shockwave, pleased that the femme was interested. "There is actually one just a short walk away. Accompanied still by the drones, he led the way along the edge of the canyon and down a passageway to another level. "This one was reconstructed only seven orns ago—a recent project."

Perceptor stepped out onto the bridge, examining the structure. While engineering was more of Huffer's thing, she knew enough to see that the bridge was more than just a stop-gap measure. Lifting out a small paving plate, she transformed into her alt-mode and studied it under her scope.

Shockwave stared, fighting the sudden and desperate urge to run over to her, place his hand and muzzle upon her beautiful frame, and peer through her scope. She wasn't just a scientist. She was science itself! He had know plenty of researchers over his long career, but most had such mundane alt-modes. Jets. Runabouts. Shuttles. Transports. Perceptor's devotion to her craft was resolute. She had given up her major mobility in order to facilitate her scientific exploration.

And Shockwave loved it.

Tonight, before he enacted the final steps of his plan, he would have to visit the shrine he kept in his headquarters and offer his most sincere thanks to Primus for the gift he'd been sent. And there too he would offer final prayers—prayers that Perceptor would find herself as enamored of him as he was of her—that she would surrender to him and all he had to offer—that they would unite in peace as so many of the others had.

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"Seduction of a Scientist" concludes in Chapter 3: "Shock and Awe"

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