(Ok, time for chapter 4. We get to see more Cons in this one…and Trail Sprint starts to see things from the Cons' perspective…oh and of course, more sexy Screamer. I am off from work on holiday a few days this week, so hopefully will be able to finish up the story.)

Chapter 4

Through Enemy Eyes

The room was vacant and dim, only the hum of the Nemesis' power-core could be heard as Trail Sprint awoke, onlining in what looked like a medical bay. She was strapped to circular, metal table with a monitor attached to her. She groggily looked around, trying to detect if she was damaged in any way, she couldn't remember what had happened. She nearly jumped out of her frame when Knockout appeared, startling her.

"You fainted, my dear," his charming voice cooed.

"I did," Trail Sprint said in disbelief.

"Sure did, Commander Starscream had to carry you through the ground bridge,"

"Wow," Trail Sprint said embarrassed.

"Of course," Knockout grinned, "he didn't seem to mind."

Trail Sprint smiled sheepishly, the whole ship probably knew what had been going on between her and the seekers.

"No need to be shy," Knockout assured her, "I'm no stranger to affection. I once cared about someone myself, I still do, even though he's gone," he said sadly, glancing at an image of a mech on a nearby monitor.

"What happened, did the relationship end bad," Trail Sprint asked.

"His name was Breakdown," Knockout told her. "He was taken from me," he went on, his hand trembling and balling up into a fist, "I still can't believe it sometimes, there are some nights that I still miss him lying beside me in the berth and it hurts to wake up and he's not there. A human terrorist group named MECH took his spark from me, killed him, then tried to wear him like some kind of costume in an attempt to be one of us, such an abomination," Knockout frowned.

"I'm so sorry," Trail Sprint sighed sadly.

She never thought she would see the same look in a Con's optics that she had witnessed in her own sister's optics at the loss of her partner.

"So," Knockout began, trying to change the subject, "what's a little set of wheels like you doing hanging around with the elite seeker trine?"

Trail Sprint could only smile, if she could have blushed, the cheeks of her faceplate would have been red.

"Ah, well, the seekers do have a certain charm," Knockout observed. "Speaking of Commander Starscream, I should let him know you're online, he wanted you to join him and Lord Megatron once you awoke."

"Lord Megatron," Trail Sprint repeated hesitantly.

"Sure, you know, the big guy," Knockout told her. "Commander Starscream wanted to have a little meet and greet to introduce you two."

"Oh," Trail Sprint said, "but I don't know anything about Lord Megatron."

"Well," Knockout prattled on, "he's tall, likes high-grade and for entertainment enjoys gladiatorial sparring matches. Steve here will take you to his quarters," Knockout gestured to the Vehicon now waiting in the entry-way."

Trail Sprint looked hesitantly at Knockout.

"You know Trail Sprint," Knockout told her matter-of-factly, "there is really only one bot on this ship that anyone needs to worry about, and your interfacing with him, or at least you will be."

"Ok," Trail Sprint replied, "I'll go."

The halls of the Nemesis were vast and seemed to go on forever, their immense walls stretching high to the top of the ship. Trail Sprint was surrounded by purple, the royal color of the Decepticon faction. It was a nice ship, nicer than the nearly abandoned base she had been hiding out in. As she walked its grand halls, she couldn't help but feel small in comparison to the powerful Decepticon aura that filled the air. Steve walked confidently beside her, a proud Decepticon. She noticed the purple insignia on his chest, she wondered if she would have one like it soon.

They arrived at the entrance of Megatron's quarters and Steve pressed a button on the panel beside the door, requesting permission to enter. An inscription above the door announced the fact that these quarters belonged to his supreme lordship, Lord Megatron and Trail Sprint got the impression that you didn't just walk up to this door and ask to enter without being summoned here first.

The doors slid open and she entered along with her escort. Megatron stood in the center of the room, his back to her, gazing out a nearby observation window. Starscream sat in Megatron's chair, his heeled thrusters propped up on Megatron's desk.

"Well, look who finally decided to online," he teased Trail Sprint. He turned his optics to Steve, a wordless glare that told him his job was done and it was time for him to exit.

Megatron was massive. His broad shoulders were capped with thick, metal armor, accentuating his powerful build. His sheer size alone was all he needed to be terrifying, at least to Trail Sprint. She felt like a sparkling in his presence. His even tone and eloquence when he spoke surprised her.

"Trail Sprint," he turned to her, addressing her by name, "Starscream tells me you're a talented chemist and that you have developed a new formula for red energon alongside the medic Ratchet."

"That's correct, Lord Megatron," she responded.

"Do you have the formula in your possession," Megatron questioned.

"Yes," Trail Sprint replied.

"Are the Autobots planning to use this red energon against us?"

"Yes," Trail Sprint admitted, "and they're probably going to get themselves killed."

Megatron paused, reflecting on what Trail Sprint had just stated.

"Tell me Trail Sprint," he finally replied, "why would you make such a statement."

"Forgive me for speaking so boldly Lord Megatron, but after witnessing what I've seen here, I just think that is what will likely happen. My sister and the others, they just don't get that the war is over and they have lost, but I do. As much as I care about my sister, I'm tired of hiding."

"You are making a wise choice Trail Sprint," Megatron informed her. "Knockout has a vast amount of responsibilities dealing with the medical issues of this ship's large crew. He could use an assistant of your talents in dealing with the additional research he conducts."

"I would be honored to assist him Lord Megatron."

Starscream was getting bored. Sometimes Megatron could go on and on he thought. He had been busying himself playing around with one of Megatron's datapads, but was quickly losing interest in that. He turned his attention to Trail Sprint, her delicate frame looked even smaller standing next to Lord Megatron's. He wondered if she could feel his eyes on her, staring at her with his predator's gaze.

"Then we are in agreement," Megatron said, wrapping up the conversation as he sensed Starscream's restlessness. "Starscream, you and Trail Sprint are dismissed."

Starscream rose from the chair where he was seated and walked slowly toward Trail Sprint.

"After you," he purred, opening the door for her.

Trail Sprint walked beside Starscream down the long corridor. He towered over her, her own height only reaching his chest.

"Where are we going," she ventured to ask.

"My trine and I are having a little celebration; we hoped you would join us."

It wasn't really an invitation, Trail Sprint noticed, more of a command.

"I would love to," Trail Sprint played along, knowing she didn't really have a choice.

"So, how long have you been a Decepticon," she asked him.

"Since the war began," he replied.

Wow, Trail Sprint thought, she knew he was older than her, but didn't realize how much older. Since she came into existence, there had only been the war, she had never known anything else. Starscream was old enough to remember a time before that.

"What was it like before the war," Trail Sprint asked.

"Before the great war, there were dozens of little wars, between the city-states, all struggling against one another for energy, my own city-state of Vos was fighting a war against Tarn. Megatron wanted to end all that and bring unity among the city-states through one united government."

"Which he would rule," Trail Sprint added.

"Well someone had to," Starscream scoffed.

"Why would the Autobots want to stop Megatron from uniting the city-states," Trail Sprint wondered.

"It was in their best interest to keep the fighting going, through that they were able to control a lot of the energy sources for themselves," Starscream told her.

"So you ruled Vos," Trail Sprint asked in awe.

"You ask a lot of questions don't you Trail Sprint," Starscream remarked in a tone that told her he was tired of this conversation.

"Sorry," Trail Sprint apologized.

"It's ok," he said less harshly. "Vos is in the past now little one, we have to look forward to the future."

"You know I'm not that little," she told him, remembering how she hated it when Arcee had called her Little Sprint."

Starscream stopped walking, he turned to her and backed her into a nearby wall.

"I'll call you whatever I like," he rasped. "You belong to me and my trine and you will get along a lot better here if you just accept that. Do you know why the other Decepticons haven't ripped that Autobot symbol right off of your frame? Because they know who you belong to, and they know I would tear out their energon-dripping sparks if they dared touch what is mine."

"I understand Commander Starscream and I'm sorry, I just hated it when my sister used to call me little, she did it all the time."

"There is nothing wrong with the way you are Trail Sprint," Starscream told her, "you're delicate," he said, brushing his thumb across her forehead, "beautiful and vulnerable. The Autobots treated you like a soldier and not the beautiful femme you are. Well, I'm not an Autobot," he said lowering his mouth to meet hers.

She accepted the kiss and breathlessly pressed herself against Starscream's larger frame.

Starscream sighed a deep, regretful purr, breaking off the kiss, "My trine would slag me if we got started without them. There waiting for us."

Trail Sprint entered the trine's quarters with Starscream escorting her. It was a beautiful, vast space, the only part of the ship she had seen so far that was not purple, but instead had white walls with a mix of sky blue and large observation windows looking out on the sky itself.

"Your home is lovely," Trail Sprint remarked to all of them.

"Thank you," Thundercracker replied, accepting the complement. The seekers prided themselves on their elite class and style.

"It's your home now too," Starscream told her.

"Would you like something to drink," Thundercracker offered, handing her a cube of energon. He and Skywarp had already been drinking a cube of it themselves and Trail Sprint accepted, immediately feeling a warm, heady swoon come over her as she took a drink.

"Wow, this is strong high-grade," Trail Sprint said.

Skywarp chucked, she was no Decepticon he thought, that was certain.

Thundercracker smiled a warm grin at her, taking the energon cube from her hand. He took her faceplate in his hands and gently brushed his lips to hers. Starscream moved in from behind her and placed his mouth possessively on the back of her neck, gently biting at the sensitive wiring there just behind her audio sensor. Trail Sprint arched her neck into Starscream's kiss, her frame begging him to continue. She exhaled an appreciative sigh as she sank back into Starscream's arms, her mind buzzing with pleasure signals as Thundercracker continued a trail of kisses down her chest, hitting all of the sensitive wiring there. Skywarp had joined them as well, kissing and teasing all of the places Thundercracker was not. And all Trail Sprint could do was lay there, helplessly limp in their embrace as they tortured her with pleasure, showing no mercy. Her overload was intensely pleasurable, but gentle. The trine didn't have to make it that way, they could have made it shake her to her very core, causing her to blackout, they could have made it hurt, but there was no need for that kind of roughness with Trail Sprint. That kind of interfacing was something they only enjoyed amongst the three of them.

Trail Sprint sighed shakily, opening her optics slowly. Suddenly it was Starscream who was in front of her while Thundercracker held her from behind.

"Did you like that little one," Starscream asked, smiling a satisfied smirk down at her.

"Yes," Trail Sprint breathed the word.

"Well, it's always nice to be appreciated," Starscream boasted.

Thundercracker took both of Trail Sprint's arms with his hands, intertwining them with his own larger arms. He gently spread her arms apart, exposing her spark chamber to Starscream. Trail Sprint knew what was coming and she didn't care. There was no way to fight it and she had come too far to turn back or say no now. She rested against Thundercracker, allowing Starscream to open her spark chamber, exposing her spark. Starscream leaned in to Trail Sprint, claiming her mouth with his own and pressing their spark chambers together as his older, more powerful spark seized Trail Sprint's, intertwining with it and claiming it as a part of its own.