BTW, in the first chapter when Starscream was mentioning about him being a Prime, he actually considered being on in the book EXODUS. GO READ IT NOW!
Knock Out guided Starscream to place Arcee on the steel medical berth, the same berth that was used to hold Megatron when he had been in stasis lock, and the same one that Starscream used when he had his normal abuse. The room was well-secured, filled with the highest possible security tech on the entire ship and contained all the needed tools not even the Autobots possessed.
The Seeker was a bit skeptical in placing the two-wheeler here, but Knock Out insisted she would be safe as long as they safely paralyzed her before she'd come back online, so that way she wouldn't tear out their optics when she did. Once laying her limp body on to the metallic platform, steel bindings suddenly popped up and clamped firmly down on both her wrists, ankles, and midsection. "What the-?" Starscream looked at the medic.
"Just to be sure," Knock Out shrugged. "Like you said, she's a strong one for a bot her size."
"Right..," Starscream glanced back at Arcee, her breathing appearing more calm and soothing. He watched as Knock Out patched up her bleeding side, welding back the risen metal thanks to the Air Commander's sharp claws.
"..So, uh, what do you think Megatron has in store for Arcee?" Knock Out asked, trying to make conversation while the taller mech hovered over him.
"Personal reasons," Starscream answered. "But I can't say more for now, not until the plan has fully developed in his poor old processor unit of his." He glanced around just in case Megatron or Soundwave were nearby in any way.
"Why? Was she some sort of girlfriend of his?" Knock Out laughed out. "Let me guess, she's the one that got away?"
However, what appeared to be a simple joke to the medic was yet another one's horror.
Starscream grew angry, the image of Arcee with that big, dumb brute caused his entire body to tense up up and his wings to shoot out in a defensive state. It was the same way an average bird would do if his or her territory was threaten by another. The red sports car was obliviant to this as he continued to chuckle, wiping a quick tear from his cheek.
When Arcee woke up, she was drowsy. When she had gained back her eyesight from a blurry one, looking up to meet the gazes of a bored looking Knock Out and a curious Starscream, then realizing her current location and position, she screamed.
Her body thrashed in a frantic way that it would be assumed she was possessed by Unicron, the binds getting a good grip on her that chips of her blue paint began to fly off. Knock Out was watching this in complete disgust, his stomach wretching at the sight of the loose color fleeing all around.
"I thought you said you were going to paralyze her!" Starscream shouted over her screaming.
"I-I did! I guess I increased her voice level instead!"
"W-what kind of medic are you to make such an idiotic mistake!"
Starscream dove in quickly, clamping his claws around her mouth to keep her quiet and to muffle out her screams. But that didn't stop Arcee as she continued to scream out her loudest volume and arched her back high up it should've snapped. She glared daggers at the silver Seeker and he glared at her right back, but in his way it was an attempt to mentally tell her to be quiet since if he said it vocally it wouldn't have been heard.
"Just shut her up, already!" Knock Out gagged, still sickened by the fleeing paint and now the slight scratching of metal.
"If you're that nauseous about this foolishness then get out!" Starscream ordered. Knock Out didn't even dare to defer and ran out like a red bullet. Once he was gone, Starscream released Arcee, whom gasped after nearly causing her voicebox to explode.
"What-what have you done? What am I doing here!" she snarled as spit flew out from her rage.
"If you manage to calm yourself down, I will explain. If not, then I'll allow you to imagine what ideas we have planned for you. They'll probably never match up to the actual arrangements..," Starscream said, but what came out were all simple lies, for it was obvious that even he didn't fully know.
Arcee heaved and tried to free herself again with her ballistic flails and her violent wiggling. The lights above shined down on her with such intensity it gave her a piercing helm ache when added to the stress that built up. With her energy ceasing to exist because of her dramatic performance, the blue motorcycle finally gave in and slumped in her bondages.
Starscream watched her carefully and saw it as an 'okay' to finally speak.
"Some show you put on."
"...," Arcee squinted one optic whilst the other gave him the evil eye.
"You know, for such a strong-willed femme, you sure do throw tantrums that only a megacyle aged sparkling would commit," Starscream teased, his usual smirk creeping up as he circled Arcee. She tried to watch him as he went, but when he walked behind the medical berth her neck ached from the strain. She knew clearly to never turn your back to a Decepticon, a well-known theory that even the Cons themselves knew, for Starscream had stopped walking momentarily just in time for Arcee to turn her neck the other way in a flash, then walk again.
"Please, lets not talk about how much more mature either one of us is, because let's face it, Screamer, you'll never win that battle," her sarcastic attitude rising back to life.
"Hmm, just like how I won the battle back at the stones?"
The memories of the fight came back like a flood and Arcee's optics glowered at him. "You shut your trap!"
"And to believe you actually thought I wanted to join the Autobots! Seriously? The Autobots! Of all things!" Starscream cackled.
"Yeah? Well it sure sounded as though you meant it back there," Arcee said. "But who could tell."
"Stellar cycles of practice," he twirled a servo as though he were a true professional. "When you're stuck in such situations like that, you must always have a back up plan to make it out alive. Such as with you and your gullible team."
"No need to rub it in my faceplates," she said. "..So, aside from just how I was captured, I'm guessing the reason I'm really here is because your scraphead of a master wants some intel about the Autobots. A bit too obvious, don't you think? But if you do know the real me, you should know I always put up a strong fight."
"Eh, intel, yes, but if I must admit, I don't exactly know his plans. He refuses to tell me anything ever since he downgraded me from my post.."
"He demoted you, huh? Well, if that wasn't expected, I don't know what is."
"Oh yes, the surprise is breathtaking..," Starscream sighed, standing a bit closer to where her helm rested. "But the numbers of the least expected are quite more interesting than the things that go through Breakdown's mind."
"Uh huh..So why are you really here, then? Interrogation? Hoping I would let something slip and you would run off to tell Megatron and be given back your medal again?"
"No, me being here was my own descision-for once. I couldn't help but wait for your expression when you awoke here in the same place I laid whenever I got a beating. But look whos on the receiving end now. However, this isn't the first time this has happened, yes?" Starscream leaned.
Arcee growled, remembering when she had first arrived to Earth with the once alive and quirky Cliffjumper. They had just escaped from Cybertron through a spacebridge meant to be used by the Decepticons in order to reunite with their dark leader. Luckily, they destroyed the whole thing before entering the portal, which closed forever. But unknown to the both of them, Starscream trailed behind and followed their movements to where he fired upon them, all in their newly Earth modes. Cliffjumper was alright, yet as for Arcee she suffered greater damages that it was unbelievable as to how she could still lift up her remaining arm and continue firing.*
"As I remember it, it was my former partner who nearly silenced your spark beats..," Arcee snapped.
"And the one time he actually defeated me in the heat of the battle. Payback is sweet, isn't it...?"
"You SICK FRAGGER!" Arcee screamed, and once again began to struggle within the bondage that held her. Starscream leaped back in time before he could've gotten into the line of fire. But the one thing he couldn't dodge was when Arcee leaned up herself and spat in his face. Her fluids dripped from his chin in clear drops, earning her a small smile. Starscream growled disgustingly and wiped it off quickly.
"Tsk, tsk, that's no way to treat your new roommate, now is it?"
She froze and gave him a quizzical look. "R-roommate? What are you talking about?"
"Well, because I don't exactly trust everyone on this ship just the same as they don't trust me, I took it as my responsibility to keep you safe by sharing my quarters and sleeping area. That also doesn't mean for you to try anything on me," Starscream felt his pride come back when Arcee gave him a revolted look. "I rather rot in a cramped prison than share a berth with you!" she cried.
"Fine, sleep on the floor if that's what you wish, but either way you'll still remain with me. Would you care for the drones to disgrace your body instead? They're such hardworkers, and for them to be given such a fine femme will probably be the best thing they'll ever experience in their short lives." Starscream knew they were already listening as well for it was obvious that the ones working outside the medical area were already peeking in through the windows, in hope that what their commander spoke of might actually happen. Their lustful visors nearly choked Arcee.
"..Whatever," she heaved, looking away sharply so the Seeker wouldn't have to see her near to tears.
Starscream had already known but he knew his business was done here. That feeling was already coming to form a lump in his throat and had to get out of the room quickly before it grew to the point where Arcee could see it. "I'll..see you tonight then." He turned and left, then roared at the drones to get back to work. Knock Out came in shortly, yet for some odd reason his helm was turned to the side so he didn't have to look at Arcee. She could hear him take in deep breaths as he actually did face her, reaching down to lower her volume.
"Uuugh, why would you ever do this to your paint? Sickening," he whispered to himself. Arcee glared and snapped her denta at him. Knock Out nearly lept out of his armor, scowled, and finally paralyzed her.
Not long after Knock Out was done examining her, Arcee was "lounging" where she laid, lazily gazing up at the ceiling and sometimes staring at her own statistics that shown on the huge monitor. The doors opened in a Whoosh! and expected it to be the medic or Starscream coming back for round 2. To her dismay, a shadow overcasted her smaller form and there stood the massive giant that was Megatron.
"Oh great, what do you want?" she said without even rethinking what she had just said. But then again this was Arcee.
"I only came to check on how our guest was handling the arrangements," his ragged voice came out smooth in attempt to try sounding sympathetic.
"If you mean allowing myself to actually share the same living quarters of my friend's murderer, then sure, I'm handling quite swell," Arcee said that all through gritted denta, a sharp migraine forming because of such stress. "It's not like I have anything better to do on this scrapyard."
"I'm glad to hear your compliments. Guests who stay at the Nemesis Hotel are always treated like royalty, even if they do act like complete nuisances," Megatron bowed sarcastically. Arcee huffed, shaking her helm to the side as she rolled her optics in such a large sassy way. "Or at least don't even have manners of their own.."
"Please. Do the rest of you always need to make things ever so complicated?" Arcee asked.
"If we need to squeeze answers from those who die later," how obvious it was that those words foreshadowed a future event. But to Arcee they were hollow, a white lie if recommended but not as close to one, more of a coverup to show that even the farthest of audios could still hear. Also referring to the all knowing Soundwave.
But what caused her to not process this as quickly made her clueless. "So you're just going to kill me later, hm? Then where will this plan go?"
"No need to fret, we have a lot more ideas starring you, and it will be in time when the moment is right to actually send your spark back to the well."
"You're so anxious to have me gone."
"Oh very. It will make conquering the Autobots a lot more quickly and easily," Megatron's fist repeatedly clenched at his side. "When you're released, I don't wish to hear anything from you as you're escorted to the room. You being here fuels my anger and it is taking a worthwhile for me to hold myself back. I ordered Starscream to keep a tight leash on you, so any sort of action you cause to either ruin my ship, my soldiers, or my methods, you will be served a punishment."
"Whatever you say, buckethead," Arcee felt her pride swell back up when she saw Megatron show his teeth at such a nickname.
AAUUUUUGGGHH I hate this chapter. Wish I wrote more though. It was pretty difficult since I was busy this summer and whenever I went back to writing it I would forget where I had left off. So much of this chapter doesn't make much sense or incredibly cheesy or has horrible grammar. Sorry!
The '*' at the end of a certain sentence if anyone was paying attention is an indication mark to something that actually happened in TFPrime universe, for those have not known about it yet. The story with Arcee, Cliffjumper, and Starscream was real and it was a teeny tiny comic. I hated to explain it for those who've read it, but I needed to get others who haven't more into the story.