A/N: Once again, I forget to post a new chapter. Ooops... Well, can't help it, I'm pretty forgetful person in general xD Anyway, here's another chapter for the story~

You munched slowly at your sandwich you found in the same storage as the burgers the other day with a small smirk on your features, perched on your hidden spot as you watched a teenage girl princess named Knock Out throwing yet another fit.

"Did you see what that flesh bag did to my finish before the race?! I can't believe he dared to scratch my right side!" you stiffened a low chuckle as the Decepticon medic ranted with an exasperated scowl while Breakdown worked on the destroyed paint with a wry smirk on his faceplates. "But you got the guy back, didn't you?"

"Of course I did!" Knock Out huffed out, causing you to chuckle, before an evil smirk crept onto his faceplates. "You should see the fragger's faceplate when he flew out of the cliff later."

You froze in mid-bite on your meal, staring blankly at the red mech as your mood turned from mildly amused to slightly horrified in an instant. Breakdown, on the other hand, chuckled loudly in response. "Typical Knock Out."

"You scratched my paint, I'll scratch yours." Knock Out replied with a cocky grin.

You gulped slightly, lowering the sandwich onto your lap, no longer hungry as an imagined scene of a car flying off the cliff and crashing down below in an incredible show of fireworks flooded your mind. Knock Out really knows how to kill ones hunger. Oh, and their lives too.

Suddenly, the door leading to the sick bay opened soundlessly, and a few pretty beaten up Vehicon shuffled into the room.

"Oh, that's just perfect." Knock Out growled at the sight of them with a deep scowl on his faceplates. "You couldn't pick a better time, now could you? Don't you see we're in the middle of something?"

The drones covered in fear of the raging Decepticon medic. You've heard a few rumors going on in the Vehicon ranks about how Knock Out is a sadistic medic with the thirst for Energon and this kinda stuff, so you weren't surprised by their reactions. Or that they avoided the med bay like a plague.

Though, comparing the rumors with what you've seen in here for yourself, you'd say about half of them aren't true. The red mech has a terrible bedside manner just because he hates getting his servos dirty during work. Speaking of which…

"Bah, watch where you spilling all that Energon! You'll destroy my freshly repaired finish!" Knock Out exclaimed in exasperation mixed with disgust. He drew backwards harshly from a particularly badly leaking Vehicon, bumping into Breakdown, and sending the buffer in his hands flying. "Hey, watch it!"

You gasped in horror, seeing the tool flying in your direction. "Scrap!" the Cybertronian word escaped your lips as you hurriedly scrambled onto your feet, hoping to get away in time before the thing collides with the vent you were in.

But it was too late.

The buffer smashed into the vent right next to you, causing the thing to shake violently, and sending you crashing onto the nearby wall. You stumbled in a daze with a grunt, your vision blurry. "Ow… my head…" You clutched said body part, searching blindly for some kind of support, and your hand fell on the crate separating you from the sick bay. Suddenly you felt it give way under your weight, and with a loud yelp you flew through the newly-created exit, hitting the ground not far below with a low thud, hard.

"Ugh… That hurt." You mumbled as you picked yourself up, massaging a new aching spot. Then, you felt another presence, and hesitantly, very hesitantly, you looked up as a shadow loomed above you.

A pair of crimson red optics and a stunned expression on a white faceplate greeted you. You and Knock Out continued an impromptu stare match for a good minute, both with equal amount of shock and bewilderment, before you realized one important thing. Knock Out has seen you. As well as a handful of other stunned Decepticons.

"Aaah!"

"AAAAHH!"

You scrambled away from the giant as the he flailed in panic, screaming at the top of his voice box. "There's vermin in the vents!"

Not waiting for any bot to react properly, you jumped up onto your feet and bolted out of the med bay, this time trough the actual door, at a breakneck speed. Now, in any other circumstances you'd probably say some snarky remark to Knock Out's insult, but not today. You needed out, fast!

You hurriedly took right corner, intending to leap inside the next vent entrance in the hallway you knew of, when the sight of Vehicons successfully stopped you in your tracks. One drone spotted you before you managed to backtrack, and he shouted, attracting the attention of the rest of his group. "Hey, you!"

You didn't waste any time, taking the opposite way. "Shootshootshootshoot!" You almost got to the end of the hallway when another bot made their appearance. You skidded to a halt, staring with wide eyes at the Decepticon TIC's intimidating frame. Soundwave slowly lowered his helm down towards you, and you gulped slightly, seeing your reflection in his visor.

There was a moment of stillness between the two of you before the sound of large pedesteps quickly approaching threw you out of your stupor. You glanced swiftly above your shoulder, then at strangely unmoving Soundwave.

Steeling your resolve, you dashed under Soundwave's pedes, taking turn into another passage. The silent mech didn't do as much as to move from the Vehicons' way as they rushed past him in pursuit of you. You noticed Soundwave's strange behavior, for a Decepticon at least, but you didn't have time to contemplate it deeper as you sprinted across the ship.

A rectangular shape of another entrance into the ventilation system down on the ground caught your eye, and a small smirk crept onto your features as you rushed in that direction at full speed. You were almost there, already feeling a huge amount of relief coming from escaping your pursuers as you nearly grasped the metallic object, when your hand was suddenly pinned to a wall by a weird substance, effectively halting you in place. Upon further inspection by trying to frantically get rid of it, you discovered it's sticky, and practically steel hard, like some kind of metallic… web… oh shoot.

"My, my, a human. Didn't expect one here, of all places."

You paled significantly, recognizing the voice. Of course it had to be her to catch you. Welp, now you're probably gonna be stuffed and placed on a shelf in her room, like some kind of trophy. She was known for doing such things on the Nemesis anyway.

Ever so slowly, you turned around just to be met by a sight of the only female Transformer you've ever met, Airachnid. The arachnicon stared down at you with a smirk that sent chills down your spine. Yep, you're cooked.

You yanked at the web with your full strength in panic, trying desperately to free yourself. "C'mon, move, move!"

"It's no use, dear." Airachnid chuckled darkly, bending dangerously close to you. "Those strings can't be simply ripped off. And don't try to strain yourself too much. I don't want a fine specimen such as yourself being… damaged in some way."

Your eyes widened in horror as she reached towards you with a menacing smirk on her faceplates. That's it, you're gonna die by the hands of sadistic spider lady!

"Airachnid." a new voice made the femme pause, and you flinch slightly in shock. You shot your head up towards the source, and your blood ran cold at the sight. There, in all his menacing glory stood Megatron. The mech glanced quickly at Airachnid before his piercing gaze landed directly on you.

"My apologies for the commotion, Lord Megatron." Airachnid spoke up with a small bow. "I will dispose of that human immediately." You sent the femme a terrified look at her declaration. How is she going to 'despose of you' exactly?

"That won't be necessary." Megatron waved his servo dismissively, catching both you and Airachnid by surprise. "I will take care of our… 'guest' myself."

"Are you sure, my liege?" Airachnid raised an optic brow in confusion. You, on the other hand, were staring at the mech in bewilderment. Megatron have practically rescued you from being stuffed like an animal for Airachnid's enjoyment. What the hell?!

"Yes, I am." Megatron sent the arachnicon an annoyed look. "Do not question my decisions, Airachnid. Now go back to your post."

"…Yes, my Lord." the femme bowed once again before she turned on her heel strut with somewhat displeased expression. Guess she really wanted to make you her trophy. Well, too bad!

"Now, as for you…" you jumped with a start, and a yelp escaped your lips as you were suddenly snatched up into the air. A giant servo clenched almost painfully around you, and you trashed in Megatron's grasp, trying to free yourself. If you're going down, you're going down kicking!

"L-Let go of me, you-" right then, the metal hand opened ever so slightly, and you found yourself just mere inches from Megatron's faceplate. You froze on the spot and you felt cold sweat creating on your forehead. The mech was even more frightening up close.

"So, this is the human that managed to avoid my troops for all this time." Megatron stated with a lopsided smirk, hid crimson red optics studying you carefully. Your eyebrows shot up at that in astonishment. "You… you know about me?"

"Nothing goes unnoticed on my ship. My spymaster is to ensure that."

You blinked in response, utterly surprised. Well, that actually makes sense. It also partially explains Soundwave's strange behavior, if Megatron ordered him to not capture you. Which raises another mystery.

"If… If you knew about my presence here, then why didn't you get rid of me in an instant? I mean, I figured you guys aren't particularly friendly towards my species, so, why putting so much trouble?"

"You've become quite acquainted with Decepticon cause, I see." the mech let out a low chuckle as he slowly went down the corridor in an unknown direction. "As to my reasons, it was merely a test of how long would a human survive undetected on the Nemesis."

Oh. So you were his guinea pig. Great.

"But, truth be told, you piqued my interest, human. Especially after you decided to stay onboard the ship despite having the means and necessary knowledge to open a groundbridge." The mech eyed you curiously. "What is your designation, human?"

"Uh… i-it's Y/N. Y/N L/N." You stuttered slightly, taken aback by his surprising interest in you. "Um, where… where are you taking me?"

"To my personal quarters, of course." the mech deadpanned. "You are to be under my supervision while staying onboard Nemesis."

You blinked once in response before a frown made its way onto your features. "I am NOT some pet, Megatron. I'm a sentient being as much as you are. You can't tell me what I can and cannot do," you wrapped your hands on your chest, glaring at the mech.

He returned your stare in kind. "You are on my ship, and as long as you are here, you must obey my command, as everyone else. Also, you're expected to refer to me as 'lord'. Am I clear, human?"

"Hmph, you wish, robot," you huffed out as you turned away from the Decepticon leader, pouting slightly. Like hell you're gonna call him that.

Megatron let out a low growl, looking up at the ceiling in exasperation. It wasn't even half an hour since he spared you from Airachnid's grasp, and he was already having second thoughts about it. He wasn't even sure why didn't he let her kill you once you were discovered in the first place.

This was going to be a tiring experience with you on board, and Megatron realized that, as much as you irritated him, he was looking forward to it.