Megatron stood at the helm of his ship, the rain belt down on him as the lightening and thunder cracked and boomed around him. He had been unable to sleep for days, every time he closed his eye the horror of his revelation played out in his mind. What grossed him out even more was that Optimus had hidden who he was from Megatron. Why? Megatron shook his head. His lack of sleep was making him vulnerable, he felt weaker then normal. A feeling he hated all together. Megatron turned walking back into the ship, sighing he made his way to his chamber. He might as well rest if not sleep.
Ratchet held up the cylinder. "And that's the plan I came up with." Optimus held his hand under his chin. Ratchet smiled triumphantly at his work. "how would we get it to them?" Arcee asked. Ratchet smirked, "at the moment their ship is still grounded. The damage SilverStorm did will take weeks to repair." SilverStorm crossed her arms, "What can I say, when you are good you are good." Optimus would have rolled his eyes, had the team not been present. Grabbing the cylinder from Ratchet he turned to his team, "Autobot's roll out."
Megatron rubbed his eyes, his tiredness was beginning to cause his vision to blur. "Perhaps you should go and rest my Lord." StarScream stood behind him, Megatron growled, "like I would trust you while I did."
"Lord Megatron!" A vehicon called out, "Autobot's!" Megatron formed a fist, "What now?" he bellowed running outside to find the Autobot's waiting for him. "Optimus, what pray tell, do you have for me his time?" Optimus stepped forward "Face me and find out." Megatron growled charging the Prime as the other cons followed suit. Optimus waiter till Megatron was within range then he launched the container as it broken into pieces at the warlords feet, sending a golden mist up around him. Optimus covered his face and ran full speed for the ground bridge, he was not going to be a femme again, not now and not ever.
Optimus slid around watching as the bridge closed and turn back to face his team, they all stared at him eyes wide and mouths dropped open. Optimus's spark stopped, "Is something wrong?" His voice sounded normal, SilverStorm stepped forward, "Your face! It's hideous!" She pointed at him, Optimus stepped back and ran for the bathroom.
SilverStorm turned to the team, "Nice job all. I think we got him." She laughed walking back to the bathroom.
Optimus stared into the mirror. SilverStorm, he shook his head, nothing was wrong with him. He held his chest getting his spark rage down to normal. SilverStorm pounded on the door, "Yo hurry up!" Optimus opened the door slowly, glaring at her as he did. SilverStorm had a smug look plastered on her face. "Got you good huh?" Optimus rolled his eyes, "In the future perhaps you should not joke on such things." SilverStorm pokes at him, "Awh does he still have feelings?" She giggles as Optimus pushed passed her. SilverStorm tailed him, "isn't there anything about being a femme that you miss?" Optimus stopped his kind whirled back to the past few months. "No." SilverStorm jumped in front of him, "Nothing?" Optimus shook his head, "Pain, emotions...certain feminine parts that making sleeping difficult." SilverStorm shrugged, "Guess being a femme I am just so used to it." Optimus laid a hand on her shoulder, "Imagine had it been you turned into a mech." SilverStorm smiles, "Oh you do not want to know what I think about that." She smirked, "id have way to much fun." Optimus's watched as the wielder skipped her way down the hall back to the command center, he wondered how Megatron was fairing at this moment.
Megatron has locked himself in his chambers. He couldn't believe what had happened. After Optimus had thrown that thing at him, a golden mist had surrounded him and a few of his troops, knocking him and them unconscious. When Megatron awoke he had been taken to the med bay where KnockOut was just staring at him. "My liege?" Megatron has sat up with a groan, putting his hand to his head. Gasping in shock when he had looked down at him body. KnockOut has tried to calm him down but Megatron just took off for his Chambers locking himself in his room.
Now here he sat, to mortified to move. His hand shook as he pushed himself off the bed to look in the mirror again. His face was slender, his body was curvy and sleek. Much bulkier then other femmes, more muscular in stature. His purple features remained, though what petrified him the most was his chest. He turned away quickly, so this was how Optimus felt, completely and utterly vulnerable and weak. He shuddered to think of his actions toward his enemy, suppose Optimus were to do the same to him. Megatron moaned he felt sick, he slowly snuck along the corridors back to KnockOuts station, "KnockOut" he growled quietly. KnockOut jumped, "Apologies my liege, I am not used to well...that." Megatron snarled, "Tell me you can fix this." KnockOut shrugged, "that may be a problem, I only managed to secure a small bit of the dust." Megatron growled, "The Autobot's have the cure. Optimus is back to his mech self." KnockOut huffed. "What makes you think they are gonna hand over the antidote." Megatron had no idea but as desperate as he was, he was willing to take a chance.
The bases communications rang, "Who is this?" Ratchet answered. "I think you know." The reply came through. Everyone just stood listening, replaying the voice trying to think of who is could be. "I'm sorry but we do not recognize your voice." The other end growled, "Nor should you after what you have done to me." Optimus's eyes widened, "Megatron?" He spoke.
"Yes. I demand you hand over the cure and I will spare your lives." SilverStorm crosses her arms, "he might want to be a little nicer to the bots who hold his...fate in their hands." Megatron snarled on the other end, "Just because you have changed my gender does not mean you now have an advantage. My...body may be changed but my mind is not." The line went dead as Arcee and SilverStorm laughed, "Oh he is in for a new world." Arcee laughed. SilverStorm nodded, "He thinks his mind isn't changed, Optimus can tell him different!"
Optimus felt a little sorry for the Warlord, being a femme was no easy trip, thought he would not admit that fully to SilverStorm, Primus knew she would ride that horse for ever.
Megatron slammed his fists on the console, yelling he threw equipment around. KnockOut tried again to calm him down, "My liege I may have a solution." Megatron stopped to look at him. "What?" He snapped, KnockOut held his hand defensively in front of him. "Optimus no doubt still has the antidote the bots gave him in his blood stream. If we get a sample of his energon I may be able to engineer an antidote from that." Megatron nodded slowly as his mind worked on a plan, "The Autobot's have become to smart for our normal tricks, we must create a different attraction." KnockOut stomped his foot, "This ship being grounded is one." Megatron nodded again, "I have an idea." Megatron turned to KnockOut with a smirk.