Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Chapter 4: A Forgotten Past

A/N: So I recently read about this Decepticon named Tarn that really hit my fancy. You really must look him up because his awesome will not be denied. Pretty much his power is that he can synchronize his voice to a spark's frequency and cause the poor bot to explode. He is also leader of the Decepticon Justice Division. Thought I would mention this since he will be put into this story. But not this chapter.

Stella woke up to find herself alone on a berth in some sort of cell. Fear clenched her spark as she remembered exactly what had happened. The throbbing of her helm was proof enough of the ordeal. She couldn't help but let the tears flow as she curled in on herself. Where was she? If she remembered correctly i wats a red Autobot that had stole her away.

But what was to become of her now?

Her thoughts were put on hold as the cell door slid open and a large mech entered the room. The room was dim and she could see his optics searching for her. The size of her chassis probably didn't help either. But unfortunately, her own optics gave her away. For a moment, two pairs of azure optics stared at each other.

"How is your helm, Decepticon?" Optimus finally asked, breaking the silence but his optics were still narrowed in on her. The word Decepticon seemed so bitter on his lips. Stella bit her lip pondering if she should respond or if he really wanted her silent.

"I-It just hurts a l-little but that's all..." she whispered, voice barely audible.

"It would not hurt at all if you had followed Ironhide's orders." he lightly chided, walking closer until he stood before her.

"I was scared...I didn't know how to react... My whole life no one has meant me any harm, not even my own brother. Then suddenly a mech with a gun attacks me and k-kills my escort...I froze.." Stella responded softly. She was not sure why she was even explaining herself to the mech but it felt like the right thing to do.

Optimus felt a slight ping as he looked upon her. She was not very old and looked more scared than life had ever prepared her for. But he shoved the feeling away. He had his own men to worry about and she was nothing but his nemesis' offspring. War and loss had made his spark hardened.

"You will be returned home as soon as Megatron delivers what we need. If he refuses, then you will have nowhere to go and you will be thrown out to defend for yourself. Pray he agrees to our demands." Optimus said, his words icier than he felt. His words were only half true. They would give her back if everything went right but they would not throw her out if something went wrong. But at least it would give her incentive to beg to her father more.

The pang returned a bit stronger when he saw the look she gave him. It was a mixture of defeat, horror, and sadness. Stella could not even look him in the optic any longer.

"Sorry to bother you, Prime. But she needs to check up to see if their was any processor damage done by that lug-head Ironhide." Ratchet interrupted, stepping through the door. A cube of energon rested in one servo.

"Of course, Ratchet. Take your time." Optimus said, exiting the room quickly. Ratchet's optics watched him until he left. A heavy sigh escaped him.

"Don't mind Optimus. He's just a little tired and it's starting to wear on him. You Decepticons don't make it easy on us." Ratchet muttered, strolling over and putting the cube in her servos.

Stella graciously nodded her helm as she sipped at the cube. One thing her father had drove into her was manners. The medic watched her closely as she finished it off.

" Now let's see your helm. Are you seeing double at all? " Ratchet asked, shining a tiny light into each optic. Stella shook her helm as she followed through his check-up process. There was no damage that the medic could find at the moment. The small dent was quickly taken care of.

" May I...ask a question? " Stella finally spoke, her optics on the floor.

" I don't see why not. But I want you to look at my face when we're having a conversation. I'm a medic, not a brutish Decepticon. " Ratchet huffed, but his expression softening when her optics met his. It struck him so odd that a Decepticon would have such blue optics. Perhaps it was a glitch but it usually resulted in the optics being two different colors.

" How many are there left of the Autobots? My father always said they were almost all gone. But so far I have seen you, the Autobot leader Optimus, and the mech that brought me here. I've...never seen an Autobot... " Stella admitted shyly, knowing how odd her question sounded. Not to mention a bit bold on her part. Ratchet rubbed his chin as he pondered her inquiry.

" Eh, we're still around. Just not as many as there used to be but we make do. Now get some rest. You'll be in here for awhile until Optimus thinks it's a good idea for you to stretch your legs, with supervision of course. " he responded, gathering his equipment and making his way to the door. Stella wanted to say something more. Anything to make him stay and talk a bit longer. But she knew he had better things to do than talk.

" Thank you... " she whispered as he walked away, soft enough that he did not even hear her.

" Optimus, you would think that the fembot would be more aggressive in her current state. " Ratchet said after reporting his medical analysis. The Autobots were busy as they rushed around the main room of their hidden base. Optimus took a moment as he processed the news. She was so different from the monster that used to be his dearest friend. The fembot lacked the build, power, and aggressiveness that had previously been passed down to her brother.

A deep sigh escaped him. There was no right answer to any of this. But it was a necessary evil. He had to protect the bots under his command. They were his family and responsibility. He had already seen what happens when you let even one bot out of his protection...

" Yo, OP! Incoming transmission from big, ugly himself. You want to answer it now or keep him hanging? " Jazz asked, digit hovering over the button, waiting for his command.

" Permission granted. I will handle this now. "

Megatron wore an angry scowl as he stared down at every Autobot in the room. The younger bots instinctively cowered for a moment before recovering from their shock.

" I want her back immediately! " Megatron seethed, rage evident in his red optics.

" Ya should've been more careful, Megatron! You're slipping! " Ironhide bantered back, his posture unfriendly.

" Enough, Ironhide. Megatron, she will be returned when our demands are met. She is safe within a cell at this moment. But I can not say the same if we can not come to an agreement. " Optimus coldly responded. His atmosphere gave no hint of jest.

" And what are your demands, Prime? " Megatron spat.

" We only wish for a substantial amount of Energon and then she will be safely returned to you. If not, we will rid ourselves of an extra burden and you will feel the harsh sting of losing a child. " Optimus said, his demeanor still cold. Surprisingly, a smirk appeared on Megatron's face.

" I know you, Optimus. You would never knowingly hurt a youngling. Even if she is my offspring. We all know of your own loss. I can still remember her sweet whimpers when I off-lined your own spark- " Megatron never finished his sentence before Jazz cut off communication.

Optimus was left pale-faced as he stared at the now blank screen. How many times must he be tormented until Optima was finally put to rest? How many times did he have to relive losing his precious daughter?

" We'll finish the conversation with him later, Optimus. The conversation would have only heated up and we would not get what we demanded. " Ratchet spoke up, breaking the silence that had fallen on the room.

Optimus nodded numbly as he walked from the room. How could someone so evil have a child so precious? Fate was playing a cruel game with the Autobot leader.

Megatron spat with distaste as he was disconnected. He had let his desire to get under Optimus' plate get the better of him. But they would finish this conversation later. Oh yes, this discussion was far from over.

" Soundwave, I need you to send out troops to track down any Autobot leads. Optimus has his base but there are Autobot camps littered all over this world. I will get my daughter back. Also, have the Decepticon Justice Division make their way here. I have use of them. " Megatron ordered, digits laced in a concentrated manner.

Soundwave nodded as he hopped on his duties. Starscream stood close by. For once, the seeker was silent. What was this pain he felt? Was this what grief felt like? It felt like someone held his spark and was squeezing it.

Starscream was actually hurting over the loss of his adoptive sister.