Chapter 3: The White Cat
It had been a few megacycles since Doubledown had left his shift, and Glit was resting in her pen, conserving her energy in case of a sudden need for a field medic. It was quiet in the pen, most of the animal mini-cons had settled themselves in, some enjoying the peace and quiet, and others hungry to break the monotony and scrap some Autobots.
It wasn't long after that moment that the Decepticon Blitzwing entered the pen. It was somewhat dark in the pen, but what little light there was reflected off the 'Con's red visor. Glit stared at him, wondering why he was in here. She felt her servos tense when Blitzwing came to her pen and opened it
"Come on, scraplet. Megatron has requested your presence," he said with the voice of a typical thug. And that's what most of Megatron's forces were, unfortunately: thugs. Oh sure, there were intelligent Decepticons, like Starscream, Acid Storm, Shockwave, Soundwave, to name a few, and there were those who were tactical geniuses, like the Combaticon leader Onslaught, but then you had the brainless thugs like Blitzwing, who were just in this for a good time.
That was what disgusted Glit the most. These ex-gladiator types that rose through the Decepticon ranks by currying Megatron's favor. They cared nothing about independence for all of Cybertron, nor did they care about saving the dying planet. They just wanted to do what they did best. Be the big guy who steamrolls over the weaker bots and take what they wanted. Glit guessed that Blitzwing probably wouldn't even enjoy a fair fight, Primus forbid a challenging fight. She guessed he would likely get extremely frustrated and clumsy in a battle with an opponent that kept him on his toes.
She said none of this of course, nor did she fight the summon. She calmly walked out of her pen and let Blitzwing escort her to Megatron's command center in Kaon.
The Decepticon Command Center in Kaon had formerly been the largest gladitorial pit on Cybertron, and the place where Megatron gained his fame, and took his namesake. When the war started, the gladiator fights ceased, and Megatron had it converted into a base of operations for his Decepticons. When Glit and Blitzwing arrived, she found Megatron seated upon his ludicrously ostentatious throne he had put in the center of central area of of the base. The sycophant, Ratbat, was perched on his arm, looking down at her with contempt.
"You summoned me, oh mighty Megatron?" she asked, putting on airs for the Decepticon tyrant.
"I did indeed," responded Megatron, ignoring the mini-cons evident sarcastic tone," I am letting you know that you are no longer confined to the animal pen. I need you out on the front lines as often as possible. We continue to lose good Decepticon soldiers in this war, and we have precious few medics to keep casualties to a minimum."
Glit was genuinely pleased and thanked Megatron. She doubted that he was ending her punishment because of his faith in her, but rather because he needed her out there at a moment's notice, not cooped up in a pen and only arriving after she was summoned.
"Don't thank me just yet," Megatron cautioned. At these words, Glit grew anxious, which did not help when Ratbat let out a malicious chuckle. " I can't rely on you to act independently any longer. I know I cannot force you to abandon your ideals. However, you must make wounded Decepticons a priority. And to make sure you do that, I want you to have a partner with you on the battlefield."
"A partner?!" Glit cried out. She had always worked alone,she worked better that way. It was what set her apart, since universally, most mini-cons would always prefer to work with a partner if a larger Transformer would have them. Because as everyone knows, mini-cons are small, and the weakest of Transformers. But with a larger bot by their side, they could truly be a force to be reckoned with. Mini-cons longed for partners so much that there were even instances of a Decepticon mini-con joining the Autobots, and vice versa, just to have a partner.
This was where Glit was different from the others. She didn't need a partner. Her medical skills were better than most average sized Cybertronians, and she didn't even have hands. She also didn't want a partner. They were a liability... But it seemed her paws were tied here. It was either a partner, or back to imprisonment.
"Very well, Megatron...Who is to be my partner?" she asked
"Well that is something I am going to let you decide who you want to be your partner"
The options ran through her head. The first choice was of course, Soundwave, who made the best use of Mini-cons. However, she figured Soundwave would use her as a spy tool, rather than a medic. He was the Decepticon Spymaster after all, she couldn't blame him for that, but she decided they wouldn't be a good fit.
She also considered Onslaught, the Combaticon leader. He was a brave and smart soldier, and he would keep her safe on the battlefield...However, she deduced that Onslaught would grow impatient with her treating the wounded and guarding her while there were still enemies on the field to clear out. And he DEFINITELY wouldn't allow her to treat any Autobots.
...Then, come to think of it, who would allow her that?
Then, all of at once, it hit her: "Megatron, I chose the Decepticon known as Doubledown as my partner."
Megatron nearly choked on the Energon wine he had been drinking and Ratbat fell off his arm. Megatron coughed up the wine, which had infiltrated the wrong processing tube of his throat. "Him?! He's the worst soldier I have under my command! Literally, the worst! I would rather turn my back on ten thousand Starscreams than have him on my side on the battlefield!"
"Well that's why I want him," she smirked arrogantly, " He's...different. I'm sure he'll keep me safe and follow your orders...Besides, if he hurts himself, I can always patch him up...Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to greet my new partner."
With that, Glit left the Command Center, going to find the barracks where Doubledown was stationed. Meanwhile, Megatron groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger.
Next time: Chapter Four: I'm a Nurse?!
