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----- Chapter Two: Why? -----
A small white Autobot ship was flying towards the Decepticon headquarters. Inside were several Autobot soldiers, Ratchet and Ironhide who was as mad as Pit. Ironhide ground his teeth angrily as his finger stroked his blaster.
He had spent eons going from one Decepticon base to another trying to find his younger sister. When news leaked to him about Megatron's plan, needless to say he was more than ready to slag that silver pit spawn.
"Slag it, Ratchet! How long 'till touchdown?!" he barked.
"Just a few more minutes Ironhide. Please you must try to remain calm." The CMO advised.
"Like Pit I will!" the weapon specialist barked.
Ratchet sighed. He knew that there was no calming his old friend in a situation like this. That was why Optimus had asked Ratchet to go with Ironhide. That way he could keep him from behaving too recklessly.
After a few more minutes of Ironhide's growling and pacing they had touched down in Decepticon territory. They quietly snuck into the base split up in different directions.
The Autobots however failed to notice Frenzy's small form hiding in the shadows. At least not until he activated the security alarms.
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It had been roughly a few centuries since Silverstar's birth. Somehow the silver warlord was able to juggle being both a tyrant and a father. How a mech like him could achieve such a feat was anyone's guess.
The Decepticon leader was seated in his daughter's nursery with Silverstar sitting on his lap. Her nursery was a light metallic blue color with several stars adorning the walls. On the nightstand beside her crib was a picture of her and Megatron. Her toys lied in a huge pile on the floor in one corner of the room. On one of the walls was a large computer monitor so that Megatron could keep in contact with his soldiers if need be.
The silver tyrant was currently regaling his sparkling with tales of his past adventures in the war. Of course many things he had to censure. He had planned on not telling her what he really meant until she underwent her training in the Decepticon Academy.
"And that was when your father tickled the sweet Autobot to sleep and then proceeded to do the same to the rest of the Autobots in the base. No one was awake after that."
Translation:
"I blasted that slagger's head off and then did the same to every Autobot in the base, one by one. There were no survivors."
The naïve femme giggled uproariously at his story. She enjoyed listening to those tales, though she was too young to comprehend them.
A small blue and purple Decepticon burst into the room with a blaster and panting heavily.
"Rumble, what are you doing?!" Megatron exclaimed, slightly startling the sparkling in his arms.
"Some Autobots have broken it da' base!" The Decepticon explained.
Megatron grit his teeth angrily. He placed Silverstar into her crib and then picked up the purple Casseticon. "Hey whatta ya'---"
"Quiet!" Rumble quickly shut up. "Lock this door and make sure the Autobots never find Silverstar. Your aft is on the line," he growled. Without another response, Megatron ran out of the room.
Rumble stared at the sparkling while she stared back at him through her dark blue visor. They spent about half an hour on their staring contest before a huge explosion occurred outside the door. It was strong enough to knock Rumble down. "What the slag was that?" he asked. He ran over to the monitor and turned it on.
On the screen was the battle…going on right outside the nursery! Ironhide was blasting away at every 'Con in the vicinity, with the other Autobots supporting him. Silverstar watched in horror as one of those Autobots was blasted in the chest by Shockwave.
"Aw geez!" Rumble exclaimed. "I need to get you outta' here!" The small casseticon had managed to get Silverstar into the closet, a split second before the door to the nursery was blown up. A large red mech bounded into the room followed by a white one.
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"A nursery?" Ironhide asked out loud. It was easy for both mechs to put two and two together. The fate of Nightengale had been realized; much to Ironhide's disappointment. The loud shots outside had brought him out of his thoughts. The remaining Autobot troops had met up with their commanders in the nursery.
"Ironhide, I'm truly sorry, but there will be other chances to set things right." Ratchet reasoned with his long-time friend.
The weapons specialist let out a heavy sigh before giving in to the CMO's plan. He raised his blaster to the wall and fired. The gaping hole it left was big enough for the Autobots to escape through. "Fall back!"
The mechs did as they were told and escaped before the Decepticons could claim another troop. When they left, Rumble and Silverstar came out of the closet and saw Megatron and Soundwave outside. They were standing around an Autobot's lifeless body and Megatron was cackling. Suddenly, many of his stories started to make sense.
The Decepticon leader made his way over to his sparkling while Soundwave removed the corpse from the hall. Megatron could see the little femme shaking and picked her up in his arms.
"W-why?" she asked.
Megatron raised an optic ridge at her. "What?" She pointed to the spot where the Autobot had been killed. Whoever he was, he had spilled a large amount of his energon on the floor.
"Why?" she asked again. This time it made more sense.
"Why all the fighting?" The little femme nodded. Megatron sighed. How to explain this to a sparkling. "It has to be done. When you're older, you'll understand."
The femme didn't believe him but tried to go along with it. Behind her visor, she started to close her optics and drifted off to sleep.
'Maybe its time for me to enroll you into an academy.' Megatron thought. 'It might help get rid of that remorse.'
That's all for now folks! Please R&R.
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