Predaking watched Megatron plan out the next attack with Starscream and Shockwave, though he wasn't listening. He was thinking about her. Ebony. Why had she run? He wouldn't have hurt her. And surely Megatron would want someone with such skill as hers, right? He hadn't wanted her to leave. He could still feel her gentle servo on his face, her lips on his cheek. Still hear her voice echo in his mind. He had tried to find her, even went as far as to check the files in the database. He had put in her name, hoping, praying he would find something. And he had. Three files, ordered by date. The first had been a mining company from cybertron by the name Ebony Falls. The second had been a news clip of a small, jet black femme who had broken into an energon factory and stolen many cubes. Some called her a hero, as she had later been spotted giving that same energon to the poor mechs and femmes of different cities. Others said she was a menace that didn't deserve to live. And the last one had been her medical and personal files. Her full name was Silent Ebony. Fitting, seeing as her every move was silent as a shadow. She was a professional spy and thief. If it existed, she could steal it. The last time she had been seen was before Praxus had fallen.
Predaking had found out she had also left the planet. Her signal had been found, entering a ship that had quickly taken off, heading towards who-knows-where. Ebony was gone…And he would never see her ever again. "are you listening, you beast?" the predacon growled at the SIC and tore himself away from his thoughts to focus on the plan. Ebony was part of the past, and he needed to let go of it.
Ebony stared out the window of her boss's ship. The mech himself was large, with green and brown paint. His name was Shift Gears. She hadn't been paid yet-he had to go over what she had gotten. The jet black femme sighed, her thoughts drifting towards Predaking. That had been happening a lot. She had left, intending to never look back. Never go back. But now, looking out of the window and at the green and blue dirtball planet, the same one he was on, she felt a need, an urge, to go back. That if she didn't go back, something would happen. There were pods on the ship, mostly for traveling someplace the main couldn't go to. Ebony gracefully turned and started walking towards the hallway. She passed Shift Gears on the way, and didn't even spare the mech a glance. She punched in the excess code to the door of the pod room. It opened with a welcoming hiss of air. The jet black femme hurriedly closed the door behind her and started up the launching sequence for pod number one, or, as the crew had named it, Torpedo Storm. There was an energon dispenser in the pod room. Ebony checked it and sighed with relief, seeing it was full. She swiped a few cubes of emergency rations, and a cube of mid-grade. She slid the door of the pod open and stepped in. The empty stretch of dark space made her spark clench in fear and doubt. Was she really going back? An image of Predaking's yellow optics pushed its way into the front of her mind. Yes. She was going back.
The battle was brutal. The autobots were winning. Optimus Prime had Megatron backed against the rock wall of the canyon. He had lost sight of Knockout some time ago, along with that pesky autobot Smokescreen. Shockwave and Starscream were back to back, fighting against Bulkhead, Arcee, and Bumblebee. He himself was fighting-on the defensive-against Wheeljack and Ultra Magnus. He snapped at the engineer-he was in his beast mode-and twisted to avoid the other mech's punch. A stream of fire erupted from his maw, aimed towards Wheeljack. The stupid autobot leapt out of the way, and the other one managed to hit Predaking in the side. The beast snarled and leapt away and swung his tail around, effectively hitting both of them and sending them into the canyon wall. He heard a cry of pain and turned his head to see Starscream get hit in the chassis by Bulkhead. Shockwave was quick to turn and shoot at the wrecker, giving Arcee the time to shoot at the Cyclops. Predaking snarled and launched himself into the air, soaring overhead. He had just landed when something hit him in the side, causing pain-agony-to blossom through his systems. He twisted, trying to get away from the source of the pain. It only went deeper. And then it was gone. He growled and looked up at what had managed to hit him. Ah, of course. The engineer had attacked him with his blades. But, what had stopped Wheeljack? A black blur leaping away from the blade-wielding mech caused his spark to both sink and spasm with joy. Ebony. She looked furious, slashing at her foe with a small dagger that she held in one black servo. Predaking let out a roar that shook the ground, and charged forwards, easily tossing Wheeljack into the air and away. He turned his gaze towards the jet black femme next to him, feeling a blossom of joy. She had come back!
Ebony turned to flash the predacon a smile before she jumped back into the fray. She slashed at the legs of the yellow scout, and shot at the blue autobot-Arcee-with a servo-held blaster. She leapt over the green one's frame and landed neatly, facing the large wrecker. The dagger she held flew from her grasp as she threw it, smirking as it planted itself nicely in his shoulder. And then she was hit. She was weightless for a full second, before gravity pulled her back down. The jet black femme hit the ground with a loud thud, armor cracking and pant scraping off as she slid a few feet. She went to hop back up, but a pede slamming into her chassis prevented her from doing so. She heard a snap as something broke, and she coughed up energon. No. No! No! Ebony struggled to move the pede off of her, pushing at the far greater weight…"autobots! Retreat!" The weight vanished, and then the same pede slammed into her legs, crushing one and horribly denting and bending the other. The noises of any fighting faded, and all that was left was the soft murmuring of voices. Someone picked her up. Her visor was cracked, and she found she couldn't see who was holding her. But she could hear a voice. An oh-so familiar on at that. "You'll be ok, I promise. Knockout will fix you up in no time. Hey, Ebony, you need to stay with me. Don't go into stasis, Ebony!" the voice faded, and Ebony found herself seemingly drifting in blackness. She was faintly aware of someone yelling. Of her frame being placed on a berth. Of the sounds of medical tools and cries of pain. Someone was saying to not let them go. And the entire time, a large, warm presence was right next to her. And then everything faded, and she fell into stasis.
((I hope that was good enough. I actually enjoyed writing that. And again, I suck at writing most of these guys. Anyway, the next chapter or two will probably be the last ones. So…who would want a sequel of this when it's done? Also, is there anyone who ships Shockwave and Starscream? Cuz if Megs and Screamer can be a couple, why not Shockwave and Screamer?
Shout out to Moonlight titan.
Thank you so much for the great idea! I love it, and I hope you love this chapter! I'm glad someone is enjoying my story, and I'm glad someone thinks my writing style is good, so thank you so much!
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