Darkest Days:
Chapter 7: Countdown …to oblivion
Implied - NON-CON
I know that my other chapter had been a bit ...rushed, and i'm sorry for that I plan to go back and tweak a few things the grammer, spell check didn't grasp.
blackandtandogs, 1HotRod, Sounddrive, and thebookfan09 - This is for you...
Megatron shook his helm slowly as he injected the substance into Knockout's main line. Knockout coughed and lowered his optics to his torso. He blinked. "Status?" The Aston was looking directly at his former master with dark optics.
"It will abate the symptoms." Megatron said softly. "Then there will be another round of scans. We will use these to compare to the last round to finalize the cure." Megatron stated.
"Very well." Prime turned. "Bumblebee can be bridged back to retrieve the next relic." Optimus stated softly. "While Knockout and I will remain."
"Drone escort the bug to Soundwave for bridging to the ground." Megatron stated to St3v3.
"Yes sir." The drone bowed. "This way…" Bumblebee beeped at Prime and nodded moving away with St3v3.
Megatron shook his helm, and began to move away from the berth.
"Megatron." Knockout rasped out. Megatron didn't look back. "Thank you." He uttered out.
Megatron shook his helm and left. He could not abide to stay in the company of this traitor or the prime at all. Prime smiled at his medic and nodded. "I am surprised at you." He touched the medic's helm. "Proud, but surprised."
Knockout pushed him slightly. "Don't be…" He rasped. "Remember I took you down at the museum." He coughed.
"You didn't kill me." Optimus stated. "Though you very well could have."
Knockout smirked. "With those rims?" he coughed again. "You're joking right?" He smiled.
"Where is the harvester now?" Prime murmured running his fingers over the top of the helm fin. "Did the Decepticons retrieve it?"
"It's …um…deck twelve…storage vault four…I think." He shook his helm. "It's monstrous." He looked over. "There's only a few fragments…Bulkhead did destroy it." He coughed again. "We gathered what we could." He nodded. "Breakdown and myself."
Prime smiled at him. "You're feeling better." He stated honestly. "Your optics are even brighter."
"Going to tell me I'm pretty?" Knockout's voice rasped out the seduction.
Prime smiled. "I don't have to tell you that." Optimus muttered as he ran his thumb over the circuit rash on the alabaster face. Optimus' spark broke at the black hash of rash the covered the medic's face, and he remembered how uncomfortable he'd been when it had began to cover his own.
Knockout rolled his helm with a nod. "But you could…" He stated taking the Prime's hand as a fit of coughs racked through his frame.
Prime nodded. "But I won't." He smiled as he grabbed a rag. Helping Knockout to wipe his mouth of the energon there. "The expulsions are less murky…this is a good sign." He smiled.
"I hate you." Knockout coughed out.
"You have said that before." Prime nodded and pressed his helm to the medic's. "And you have yet to mean it." Knockout only nodded weakly in response.
Dreadwing landed with a clank on the flight deck. "Second wave!" He ordered "Into the sky!" He called. "I want even numbered sweeps across the entire perimeter!" He called out.
"Ah busy at work I see." Megatron slurred as he approached the jet on the flight deck.
"Yes my lord I have just returned from my patrol, and I'm managing the rest of the patrol flights." He said calmly.
"Good." Megatron reached behind himself. "Soundwave." He commanded.
Soundwave strode forward as a command station rose from the flight deck. "Soundwave will continue to monitor the patrols. Inside." Megatron ordered. "Soundwave only disturb me if the matter is dire…I intend to be a while."
Soundwave gave a curt nod and raised his hand ordering out the next wave.
Dreadwing gave a curt nod and followed Megatron inside. "My lord I have been meaning to speak with you."
"Oh is that so?" Megatron shook his helm as his arms folded tightly behind his back. "I think you've done enough talking for the past few days…." He stated. "I intend to put that mouth of yours to better use."
"And if I decline my lord?" Dreadwing halted.
Megatron turned on his heel and leaned down over the smaller seeker. "You would dare?"
Dreadwing held his stance. "It is just a question my lord." He stated evenly, keeping his composure; miraculously.
"If one does not give me what I desire I simply take it." Megatron said turning. "You of all people should understand that."
"And what does that mean my lord?" Dreadwing asked.
"Your little medical drone…you think I do not know that you and he have cavorted together?" He turned a scrutinizing red glare on the seeker. "You think it is beyond my perview?"
Dreadwing haulted. "No my lord."
"Did I give you permission to interface with other crew members?" Megatron bellowed.
"No my Lord…but they are just…"
"Just what Dreadwing? Drones?" The warlord started to laugh. "That's why it loves you…isn't it…because it's a drone?" He shook his helm.
Dreadwing bristled and struggled to keep himself in check. "What is your will?" He finally grit out, this was a losing argument and even he knew well when he had been bested.
"You will report to my quarters and await me there…" He said firmly. "You will not deviate from your path or Soundwave will know." He pointed inside the hanger bay. "Now, go."
Dreadwing held his head up high and entered into the hanger bay making his way for the warlord's quarters.
Wheeljack sat at the top of the berth. "So then I tell him…just cause your name is sea spray doesn't mean that you can swim any sea." Ratchet smirked as he leaned back against the Wrecker. Wheeljack's arm wrapped around the white and orange medic.
"Go on what then?" Ratchet smiled and leaned his helm to the side kissing the fingers that lazily rubbed over his torso.
"So then he says 'Well I'm doing it anyhow.' And just jumps right on in." Wheeljack shakes his head. "Force field over the water…he slammed down so hard and busted his entire skid plate."
Ratchet pinched his optics. "Oh that must have been a pit of a repair."
"First Aid never let him forget it let me assure you…" Wheeljack rubbed small circles over the orange and white's glass. "I like this." The wrecker murmured leaning back more comfortably against the wall.
"Me too." Ratchet nodded. "I could get use to the quiet here."
"Oh gonna make Prime and K.O. stay with the cons?" Wheeljack laughed.
"Primus no." Ratchet smirked. "Though I may make them take a vacation." He muttered and rolled his helm back as Wheeljack's hands trailed over his neck. "You have the hands of Primus."
"So I've heard." Wheeljack smirked.
Ratchet sat forward turning back. "From who?" he looked absolutely angry.
Wheeljack laughed holding up his hands. "Sorry doc…sorry." He chuckled softly. "I could not resist." He smiled and leaned in. "That look on your face…priceless." He kissed the medic who moaned into his kiss.
When they broke their kiss Wheeljack's optics lidded low. "What is on your mind?" Ratchet asked softly reaching up to touch Wheeljack's face.
"Bond with me?" Wheeljack asked his hand delicately tracing the lines of the medic's helm. "I don't want you slagging me if we try creation again."
"I …" Ratchet looked down and shook his helm.
"I know you didn't mean it…I know that now." He smiled. "I just want to ensure that when I spark you up again …you won't turn on me…that you'll accept that I'm just as capable of keeping our young safe; as I am keeping you safe." He said softly, and they drew closer.
The console screamed to life. Ratchet sighed and gave a chaste kiss before standing and heading to the computer. "This is Ratchet."
The beeps and bloops that followed were sporadic. "Opening ground bridge Bumblebee." The gateway twisted open.
The yellow scout ran in as Wheeljack pulled himself up off the berth and stood. "What's going on kid?"
Bumblebee held up the golden gem. "What's this Bumblebee?"
Bumblebee shrugged and bleeped a few times. "A drone gave it to you, and you wish me to view it before you take the second relic?" Wheeljack shook his helm.
"Don't open it Ratchet…it could be encoded. Holding a virus." Wheeljack put up his protests.
Ratchet shook his helm. "This drive isn't big enough to hold anything dangerous." He murmured. "But I will open it on a secure non-integrated machine to protect our sub systems." Ratchet said turning to a side console and plugged the disc in.
The three mechs watched the video with shocked faces. As the tape ended Ratchet flinched. "Primus…we have cons in the base. Megatron knows where we are." He looked to Wheeljack.
"Easy, we have an advantage."
"He knows where we are Wheeljack what kind of advantage is that?" Ratchet barked.
Bumblebee beeped twice. "The kid is right, they don't know WE know."
"Than what do we do now?" Ratchet asked hopeless.
"As long as they don't know we know we're safe, we can walk around here all we want, and come and go as we see fit." Wheeljack stated. "We need to have a plan." He pulled the two mechs closer. "This is what I think we should do…worked on Mortra…should work again…and because this mech…Obsidian is posing as Preceptor…we're going to pull in the big guns." He smiled. "Ratch that's where you come in."
"I don't understand." Ratchet shook his head. "What do I have to do with this plan?"
"You will understand; just you wait, I think you'll get a sick twisted enjoyment out of it doc." Wheeljack shook his helm as a realization hit him. "Primus Smokescreens on Patrol with the femme isn't he?" He looked at Ratchet. "We've got a lot of stuff to get through and quickly." Wheeljack looked down then back up. "I will take the next relic to the nemesis. Bumblebee you will be needed here with Arcee and Bulkhead." He nodded.
"Wheeljack I must implore you." Ratchet said calmly. "These are indeed desperate times, but must you be the one to go?"
"If Bee goes back …Prime won't know something's a miss." He nodded. "If I go…he'll be suspicious. He'll know he needs to know something." Wheeljack shrugged. "At least I hope so."
Smokescreen turned down the next by-way. "Beautiful afternoon don't cha' think? I mean it's nothing like Cyberton, but there's nothing like sun baked paint." He stated.
"Yes it is a gorgeous day. Thank you for allowing me to follow on your patrol." She nodded. "It's good to get out of the base and roll my wheels."
They lingered in silence for a bit. "Smokescreen, I'm sorry for what I said. It was wrong of me to presume anything about your parentage."
"Nah it's fine." Smokescreen seemed chipper. "I understand…we are the same model you're absolutely right, but my pearl metallic paint is way prettier than his." Smokescreen boasted.
"Well that may be so …but my Percy's Candy apple red can certainly turn a helm or two." She giggled.
"Oh you think so huh?" He laughed as they drew close to a one lane bridge, slowing to a stop Smokescreen spoke. "Femme bots first."
"Why thank you, such a gentle mech." She giggled and crossed over the bridge.
"So what's a young thing like you see in a guy like Preceptor anyhow?" Smokescreen asked. "Not to be jealous…I mean your kid is super cute and all."
"No no it's fine." She smiled. "We met leaving the planet." She nodded. "He was part of the crew that moved us off Cyberton to a near by planet colony." She explained. "he always came to visit me, I love how he talks of strategy and combat."
"I thought he was a scientist." Smokescreen jabbed.
Caught in her truth the bike had to think fast. "Of couse he is." She smiled. "But you've heard science is a race right? He has to be hot on his toes to keep ahead of some of those scientific advancements, he has to make sure he's on the offensive, and not the defensive when it comes to his research. Or else someone might just beat him to it." She sounded very kind about it all, and Smokescreen believed her. "Does that make sense?"
"Sure it does. You must care for each other very much." He settled on his suspension.
"That…we do." She said softly.
"Hold it…" Smokescreen's tires rolled to a stop. "Did you hear that?" The white Aston martin transformed and stepped forward. "What was that?"
Moonracer transformed behind him. "I don't know what is it you are hearing?"
Turning to answer, Smokescreen saw a vehicon rising up behind the femme bot. "MOONRACER LOOK OUT!" He shot his weapon twice before being cracked in the back of the helm, falling to the ground in stasis.
Moonracer stood up. "Gather him up and take him back to the Nemesis."
"Yes General Strika." The first said and lifted up the Aston in his arms.
"You there." She pointed to an erradicon. "Rough me up…and make it look convincing." She said.
The erradicon came forward and punched her in the face once before clawing at her torso plate.
To be continued...
