Chapter 4:Blasphemy
It had been a week. Seven earth cycles they had been here, trapped among the enemy. But did they really have anything other? They were not Autobots, they were not Decepticons, and they weren't even Neutrals. They were just… there.
MoonStrider hadn't been touched, not with the threat of Megatron hanging over everyone's helms. She was too important.
Same couldn't be said for Lightstrider, he was free game for any mech with a taste for Priests. Starscream happened to be one of those mechs.
OoOoO Flashback OoOoOoO
Lightstrider had never felt so horrible after the red Autobot's death and he had never wanted to kill a mech more that that Primus-damned seeker. Lightstrider struggled in his bonds for the millionth time and gained the same failing results. He groaned behind his dented mask, letting his helm fall against the berth in exhaustion.
The door swooshed open and the last mech he wanted to see entered, looking extremely pleased. His satisfied grin only grew at the site of the Priest. His optics ranked up and down his slim form in a predatory way.
"How are we doing this cycle, Priest?" he purred. Lightstrider had to bite his tongue not to make a snippy retort. In the end, Lightstrider merely glare at the seeker
"You take great pleasure in killings others, don't you, seeker?" he questioned, sickened by his dark grin that Starscream made. He lost his innocent mind the day he saw a bot died right in front of him.
Starscream's grin widened as he strode more closely to the struggling mech, making him chuckle evilly at the mere attempt, like Starscream thought it was futile to resist.
"You know, you should reconsider co-operating with us, no one wishes to harm such a fine looking mech like you." Should Lightstrider be naive, he would have believed the seeker. But that was also lost on that day.
"I would never co-operate with murderous faction like yours." he glared in heated anger. "I would rather die than co-operate with butchers like you."
Instead of seeing bright optics from anger, Lightstrider saw the dark look on the seeker's faceplates, like he knew he'd say it... almost hoped for the Priest to say no. that unsettled the mech greatly
"You know, I hoped you'd say that, dear priest." Starscream said, mocking the Priest in a tender caress "Breaking you Priests gives me such… enormous pleasure." with that the Priest tensed as Screamer placed his claw on the covered port, stroking it ravishingly.
"P-put your dirty servo off me!" growled the disgusted mech, narrowing his optics while blushing at the unwelcomed attention, it made the seeker grin and chuckle darkly.
"Why would I do that" He said, whispers into Lightstrider's audio "For this Solar cycle, you going to be my playmate." Lightstrider took an intake of air at the mere suggesting to 'play' with that dirty seeker
"You.. you wouldn't dare.." he said in utter fear.
In answer of the rhetorical question, Starscream simply torn off his cod piece, no foreplay intended, and certainly inconsiderately.
"Aaaah!" Lightstrider yelped at the suddenness and in protest of having his private part revealed. Starscream grinned in anticipation
"My, sealed aren't you?" he said in an utmost pleased tone. Lightstrider closed his optics in fear, and got tensed as a clawed digit inserted into the sealed port, whimpering at the touch.
Starscream grinned at the reaction, as he simply kneeled before the vulnerable mech and started to lick the valve, making the mech uncontrollably moan at the sensation. Lightstrider silently prayed for primus, to save him from the tormentor who was making a mockery of the loving act.
Just as quick as it had begun, so had it ended as Starscream looked to see the blushy look of the priest's faceplate, his face flushed from embarrassment and hotness as the mech worked on the valve.
"Mmmm how sweet you taste." marveled Screamer as he was about to remove his own cod piece, just as heard an announcement.
"STARSCREAM! report to me at once!" Megatron bellowed an order through the comm link.
"I swear it, I will deactivate Megatron one day" he glared at the annoyance of his…"leader" and covered the embarrassed priest's codpiece "Don't worry, I will come back for you." he whispered in the audio of the Priest, and swiftly left the cell, closing the door behind him. Lightstrider never felt such sexual offence in all of his cycles. Again, he prayed for primus to be saved from the torment.
He was just thankful that Megatron returned not too long ago. He kept the seeker in check and prevented him from causing any real harm to Lightstrider as of yet.
Lightstrider tried to relax his overtaxed systems. His vents worked hard to cool his overheated frame. A slight ache was forming in his valve as he relaxed, making him shift in his cuffs. His wings scraped uncomfortably on the berth and Lightstrider longed for the skies. It was unnatural for a seeker to be this long without flying. The Priest groaned but leaned back, opting to go into a meditative state to distract his codes from the absence of the sky.
As he fell into his trance all he could think of was how he hoped MoonStrider was ok.
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That was two days ago, and since then Starscream had been trying to get to Lightstrider several times, but had been distracted by several tasks that conveniently popped up on his schedule.
Megatron had yet to see him, busy with other things in his return. A faint sick feeling had been present in Lightstrider ever since he did, like something terrible had latched onto the Warlord during his time in space and had come back with him. The Priest didn't know what it was, and he was afraid to find out just what was clinging to the tyrant.
The door to his cell opened and the seeker tensed, thinking that Starscream returned. He relaxed, only slightly, as he seen that it wasn't the accursed 2nd in command, but several drones. The drones undid the chains that held him to the berth, keeping on the stasis cuffs and wing cuffs before leading him out of the cell. Lightstrider felt a sense of impending doom as they led him to an unknown location. A groundbridge opened before them and he was led through.
Rocky walls and floors greeted him as they stepped from the swirling green and blue bridge. They were in a cave, an energon mine. Lightstrider felt himself being pushed forward down one of the tunnels. He could hear the sound of drills echoing down the passage, the sounds growing louder as they walked closer. He could hear voices, two of them talking to one another. He recognised one as the screechy, obnoxious voice of Starscream, who seemed to be appeasing to the other, deeper voice.
They came into a large, deep cavern. Light trickled in from a large hole in the top of the cave and from the glowing energon crystals. There were many walkways and passages all around the cavern, and -extended from the bottom of the Nemesis- a lift of sorts brought the crystals to the ship.
The being that Starscream was speaking to stood with his back to Lightstrider. He shivered as he instantly recognized the mech as Megatron, the Decepticon warlord.
Megatron turned, his fiery red gaze landing on the Priest and sending a trill of fear running down his spinal strutts. The tyrant smirked and looked Lightstrider up and down for a long moment.
"A Priest, how unexpected." he hummed, his large frame turning to face Lightstrider.
"Yes, Lord Megatron," Starscream purred out, bowing slightly as he waved a servo over to the Priest. "He and another were captured not too long ago, scavenged out of a wreckage."
"Two Priests?" Megatron questioned.
"No, my Lord, just he. The other is not a Priest, but is no less valuable." Megatron looked intrigued.
"How so?" Megatron demanded. Starscream's wings flicked downwards a bit at his question.
"Perhaps, "he hesitated, "It is best we save that information until in privacy, My Liege." Megatron raised an optical brow, but at his second's tone, let it slide. Starscream quickly changed the subject. "Shall I ready the space bridge, to bring forth the Decepticon army you have surely gathered during your three years in space." Megatron had moved closer to the ledge of their walkway before pausing at Starscream's words.
"My army will come," he stated, his field flaring with power. "But my time away has yielded a more intriguing means of materializing them." He turned slightly towards them, and in his servo was a glowing purple crystal that made Lightstrider sick. "Behold the solidified form of what the ancient texts refer to as the blood of Unicron." Lightstrider felt his helm spin, the sick feeling in his frame that he had been feeling since Megatron's return explained as he was in the presence of the very thing he worshiped against. Starscream walked forward.
"Unicron the Destroyer," he muttered in awe. "But it is said that his blood is the anti-spark." He circled around the crystal, the sheer evil power of the object both terrifying and amazing.
"Plucked from cosmic shores, gaze upon dark energon!" Megatron presented with an evil grin.
"Legend tells that it has the power to… revive the dead."
"We require only a cadaver to be certain." Megatron's gaze locked onto Starscream. "Are you willing to make the ultimate sacrifice?" Starscream nervously laughed.
"That may not be necessary," He offered. "If I may, Lord Megatron." Starscream motioned over to the lift as it arrived from the Nemesis. Two drones pushed a cart, and on top of that cart was a frame. Lightstrider felt his tank drop to his knee struts, it was the Autobot that had tried to save him.
"Consider it a 'Welcome Home' present." Starscream said. Megatron looked pleased.
The Warlord walked towards the dead Autobot.
"Let's see if power born of darkness can reignite the spark!" And with that, Megatron plunged the dark energon shard deep into the chassis of the dead Bot. Lightstrider could only watch at the frame shook, bright arcs of energy stretching out from the crystal like demon fingers as they crystal sunk into the dead bot. The frame jerked, the restraints holding it down rattling. A terrible, shrieking sound came from the frame, now undead and thrashing on the cart.
The restraints broke under the strenght of the undead bot, and with a shriek, the bot lept from the cart and attacked the drones holding Lightstrider. The Priest dived out of the way as the one on his right was tackled to the ground and torn to shreds.
Lightstrider saw his chance and he took it, ducking into the darkness as the undead bot took all the attention off of him. He ran through the passages, heading lower and deeper into the cave. He avoided the drones, diving into opposite passages as they ran down others. It was hard to blend into the shadows with his paint scheme, but he managed.
He could feel his fuel pump racing, every system in his processor running a mile a minute as he tried to escape.
Lightstrider heard gunfire, and out of curiosity, headed towards it. He hoped the Autobots had shown up. Lightstrider came through the passage, and at the end of it, saw the backs of four Autobots. A joyous feeling entered his spark as he raced forward. The Autobots heard his approach and turned their blasters his way, thinking there was a team of drones behind them, only to see Lightstrider, cuffed and dented, running their way.
Optimus told the others to keep firing and went to help Lightstrider. The Prime came forward, grabbing Lightstrider's bound wrists with large, gentle servos. With a quick display of his amazing strength, Optimus snapped the cuffs off of his wrists, then helped him with the ones on his wings. The Priest thanked the Prime many times during this. Optimus asked Lightstrider to stay back in the tunnel and wait for them, he nodded and did as asked, knowing he wouldn't be much help with his weapons offline.
He watched as a blue femme raced from their tunnel, dodging plasma fire with graceful flips and twists before transforming into a two-wheeled vehicle and racing up a ramp. Lightstrider looked to see where she was heading and spotted a red frame on the balcony she was jumping up to. The seeker felt a painful lurch in his spark at this. He watched as she reached him, just as the balcony beneath him shuttered and broken. The femme grabbed her undead comrade.
The other Autobots charged the line of drones, taking down drills as well. Lightstrider was thoroughly impressed with their team work and fighting skills. Lightstrider looked back up just in time to see the femme Autobot drop what was left of the red one. An evil, amused laugh rang out in the cavern.
"Prime," Starscream called, walking closer to the edge of the ledge he was standing on. He was holding something in his servo. "I'd stick around, but I'm squeamish. " he laughed and dropped the object, the device beeping as it fell. Starscream was quick to transform and race out of the cavern with one last laugh. The object fell onto some crystals and the bots recognised it as a bomb.
"The joint's gonna blow!" The big green one yelled. They all turned back to the way they came, where Lightstrider currently was.
"Autobots, roll out!" Optimus ordered, pointing to the exit. Lightstrider couldn't transform, his systems were still jammed due to the Decepticons. Optimus caught the panicked look of the Priest and transformed next to him. "I shall carry you!" He yelled. Lightstrider didn't hesitate as he climbed on the back of the Prime's alt-mode. The engine beneath him roared as they took off down the passage, Optimus easily staying with the others, even with the added cargo.
Lightstrider held on tight, his legs tucked under him and his arms wrapped around the truck for dear life. His optics were wide as they raced through the caves. There was a very loud sound of an explosion behind them. Lightstrider looked behind them and had to hold back some very unpriest-like words at the sight of the blue flames that were catching up to them. He could feel the sneering heat of the flames against his sensitive wings. He heard Optimus yell something over the explosion and suddenly a green vortex opened up in front of them.
They drove through the bridge, transforming as they went. Optimus transformed as well, catching Lightstrider in his arms as he finished his sequence. The Priest blushed as he was held to the chest of the extremely attractive Prime, who Lightstrider just noticed smelled amazing. He was also very warm. Lightstrider shifted as Optimus didn't release him right away, instead, he carried him to the med bay and sat him down on one of the berths.
Ratchet looks toward the prime and the autobots "Welco-" it was then he saw what Prime brought on the berth "By the allspark.." Ratchet said shockingly then he uncharacteristically threw himself at his precious nephew "LIGHTSTRIDER!" he bellowed in relief and embraced him into a bear hug, almost crushing his frame.
"U-uncle Ratchet.. please.. you crushing me.." Lightstrider winced but smiled nonetheless. Ratchet released his hold when Arcee suddenly became dizzy.
"Arcee!" a boy with black hair and black-blue eyes called at the femme "Are you okay?" the femme not only looked bitter but also weakened. Ratchet came to her and scanned her, his optics widened when he got the readings from his scanner.
"By the all spark, you need to go to the decontamination bath, immediately." he led the femme toward the decontamination bath.
As he took her away, Lightstrider became fascinated by the organic looking mech. Along with him were two more organics beings: a femme and a smaller mech. The femme walked toward the Priest with enthusiasm.
"Cool, what is your name? Are you a airplane, you look so decorated." Lightstrider flickered his optics at the organic in confusion, as he did not understand her language.
Optimus looked at Lightstrider.
"They are called Humans," Optimus said in cybertronian language "They are called Jack…" he pointed toward the one who looked worried at the femme "Miko.." the digit moved to the talkative looking femme "And Rafael, though he prefers to be called Raf." said the Prime, pointing lastly at the young looking human.
Arcee came out of the decontamination bath with the help of Ratchet.
"How are you feeling now?" asked the CMO. Arcee looked at the medic in gratitude.
"Much better, thanks, Ratchet." Bulkhead headed toward her
"So what happened to Cliffjumper?" Arcee looked pained at the mention of Cliff, her partner
"You.. best not know what happened to him…" the Priest looked toward the femme, feeling pity.
"I am Lightstrider." he spoke in cybertronian at the femme "And I am sorry for what happened to your friend.."
Miko looked confused at the language he spoke "Why he isn't speaking english?" Ratchet then walked toward his nephew
"He has neither learned nor have a chip to speak and understand english, Miko." he walked over a table and took a small chip before putting the chip inside the mech's neck port, making him gasps in slight pain. "There.. this should fix it."
Lightstrider looked at his uncle "Geez uncle, be more gentle nex-" he looked at his uncle in confusion "I.. what is the language that I am speaking?" Ratchet smiled at him
"That is the mother language of this planet called earth."
Earth! Lightstrider looked at his uncle "We have to save Moonstrider!" suddenly remembering the femme "She is in trouble.."
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MoonStrider knelt on the floor of her cold cell, chained to the ground and walls by chains that could hold a gestalt down. They took every precaution with her. No one had visited her since Starscream last came, except for the occasional drone carrying her some energon.
What is one to do when faced with the demons of their past?
For MoonStrider, so many things cycled through her processor as she heard the heavy, familiar ped steps heading in her direction. WIth every ped fall she could just imagine everything that could happen within the next few hours. And it wasn't good.
The peds came to a thundering halt just outside of the door to her cell. There was a mumble of voices and ped steps retreating, but none as heavy as the ones she heard approaching. MoonStrider cycled her vents and steeled herself for what was to come.
The doors opened and a mech walked in before shutting and locking the door behind him. All was silent for the longest time before MoonStrider looked up, her haunting gold optics piercing through the darkness to fine smoldering red ones.
"Hello, darling." Her rich Iconian accent rang out to Megatron. His red optics narrowed and he stepped into the dim light her cell provided. He was different than MoonStrider remembered, but not too much. He had more scars now and seemed just slightly more armored than before. Other than that, he looked like the same Megatron she knew way back when everything was better.
"MoonStrider, what a surprise that I should see your face after all these stellar cycles." His voice was calm, but under that calm was a storm of anger. He was as easy to read as he had been that cycle when she had left. She could see it, he was angry but somewhat relieved and pleased.
"Really? Knowing us it was only a matter of time before we bumped into one another." She hummed. Megatron didn't look amused. He glared down at her before circling around where she was chained down.
"It has been a long time, MoonStrider." he growled and she couldn't help the pang of guilt that hit her in the gut.
"Yes, it has."
"You left," He hissed, stopping behind her. MoonStrider could only tilt her helm slightly, unable to twist her helm to look at him.
"Yes," He was suddenly right behind her, pressed against her back. His hissed into her audio recepter, his voice low and menissing.
"Why!?" he was angry, she could feel it in is field. She could feel his familiar warmth pressed against her wings, scraping paint as he pushed into her, forcing her chains taunt.
"I needed to!" she growled, pushing back against him.
"Really? You needed to? Is that all you have to say, you treacherous, deceitful little snake?" He insulted, his servo grabbing her wing and squeezing hard enough to dent. MoonStrider gave no indication that she was in pain, she was stronger than that.
"Yes, I left. For many reasons. One of them being that you had gone completely off the deep end and I was tired of picking up the pieces!" She yelled, bucking back and managing to push him off her slightly. Megatron wasn't deterred, and simply came right back, pushing into her back once again.
"Foolish femme! I was a visionary! I did what I had to!" He yelled into her audio, making her wince at the volume.
"You killed thousands of civilians! Sparklings, carriers, bots unable to defend themselves! It was a weak and low move!" She hissed. She felt as well as heard him growl at her words.
"Future Autobots, future enemies that would have fought and killed our own. It eliminated the enemy before they could cause any harm."
"You don't know that. Some of them could have been Decepticons or neutrals. All you did is ruin our race's future." Right as she was done speaking she felt pain in her audio. She hissed loudly as Megatron bit down harder, his sharp denta drawing energon from her sensitive audio. She couldn't help the shiver that ran down her frame. Megatron growled loudly and let go of her audio.
"Neutrals are just as bad as Autobots in my optics, they refuse to do anything while their world suffers, too cowardly to fight for their freedom."
"What world?! You made sure there wouldn't be one left!" MoonStrider gave a yell at the unexpected pain in both her shoulders as Megatron pushed forward suddenly, and popped both arms out of their sockets. MoonStrider clamped her mouth shut as Megatron gave a chuckle.
"I'd watch my words if I were you, femme. You are in no position to be mouthy." He hummed, pressing her down further and straining her injured arms further.
"Good thing I'm not you, then. Wouldn't want to be that ugly anyway." She huffed out. Megatron laughed and pulled back. She let out a relieved grunt as he popped her arms back into place.
"You have not changed a bit, MoonStrider." He chuckled.
"Wish i could say the same, Megatron." She stretched her neck. The mech snorted and she felt him behind her again, pressing against her back once more.
"It matters not if I've changed or not. I'm better and stronger than ever before, I will have everything soon enough." her optics narrowed at the servo that trailed down her front.
"Is everything worth it?" she questioned.
"Yes, I will rule over Cybertron and this this planet. I will revive Cybertron and will rebuild it how it should have been in the first place." the servo dipped lower and rubbed at the area just above her interface panel. She almost rolled her optics, it would take a lot more than a few touches to get her open. He didn't continue down, seeming content to just touch her.
"How your views have wrapped over the cycles, Megatron." she sighed, unintentionally relaxing into his touches.
"Or maybe my optics have just been opened to what you refuse to see." she couldn't help it. Even though there was things different about Megatron, there was still so much that was the same. She couldn't help but be at ease in the presence of someone she still trusted not to hurt her, well, hurt her badly. Megatron knew she was strong, he also knew she hated being treated like a glass doll, and a little roughness wouldn't affect her.
"You truly believe what you are doing, what you have done, is the right thing?" she whispered, not really wanting to hear the answer.
"No," she blinked, not expecting that one. "I don't expect you to understand, MoonStrider. I did what I did for many reasons, and one cycle you will see that I am right."
MoonStrider sighed, she had a lot of work to do…
The door opened and Megatron was suddenly standing, a deep scowl on his face. Starscream came in, looking ready to complain about something, but didn't have the chance. MoonStrider sprang forward, chains pulling taut, but going just far enough for her to touch him slightly. Which was enough.
MoonStrider released a powerful burst of energy, letting it conduct itself through the small area she was connected to Starscream and entering him. Starscream shrieked in pain as his systems were fired from her electricity. He fell to the ground, his system going into stasis from both pain and overcharge.
Megatron looked at MoonStrider in surprise. She had not fried him, even when she had many chances to do so. Trust his idiot second to forget to put a dampener on her deadly ability. He looked at her in question.
"I told him if he dared to touch Lightstrider that I would kill him. While I didn't kill him, I'm sure I got my message across." she hummed, looking down at the unconscious mech sprawled on the floor.
Megatron laughed.
(AN: This story is co-authored with Lightrunner, his OC is Lightstrider.
Just so you all know, this story is kind of connected to ISR, but dosnt give any spoilers to what will be happening in ISR
Guest: Yes, there will be more chapters for this story
TIll all are one!~