Servitude
Servitude
"Lie down, let them repair you;" Raptor ordered.
Silverbolt complied, uncomfortable with the little feet running over him. The little repair bots diving within his damaged fuselage. He thought it was very strange that these three little bots could be so eager to repair, yet merge into a powerful hand-to-hand weapon.
Raptor was over at her personal consol intent on creating something. The sounds of her laser printer filled the quarters, as she printed out whatever she'd created. Coming towards him, she noted that the minicons were done with his wings and now were working on his primary systems. Motioning for him to sit up, she looked him over with a critical optic. For much of his Autobot insignia's had been torn off, along with his thin metal skin that the minicons had had to replace.
Seeing what was in her hands, Silverbolt tensed. He didn't want to wear con insignias!
Noticing his reaction, Raptor calmly turned the laser cut insignias. As the angle changed, they changed. They were dual-insignias. "Now that you're my servant, you are no longer truly an Autobot, Silverbolt. But yet, you shall never be a Decepticon." She faced him, her tone serious but not harsh. "One day, I shall also wear the same dual-insignia."
Was this con being serious? But her optics were honest, and with her intelligence she had brought the cons back from the fringes – into the forefront. Something in him told him to believe her. So he nodded his acceptance of the new insignias, praying that his Autobot friends would understand.
As the minicons finished him up, Silverbolt stood and faced his new 'employer'. She looked him over and approving gleam in her optics. Putting her hand around his helm, she brought his lips to hers. Her kiss was gentle, without a hint of tension.
Pulling back from him, she smiled; "I've forgiven your group for what happened. Now I walk the middle line, my goal is to end this war. This can only be done from within." Her hand slid down his arm, her optics imploring him. "No matter the violence you will see, remember what the final goal is – keep it fixed in your mind."
He didn't understand everything, but he did understand that the cons had to have some type of change in their society in order for them to ever peacefully work with the bots. "I'll remember, Commander."
He followed her out of her quarters. Raptor was filled with joy! For she had her first true follower – who knew her true goal and supported it.
Acceptance
"Hey Rumble, would ya look at that?" Frenzy said in disbelief.
Rumble turned around, his red optics getting absolutely huge. "Sloggers, I can't believe she converted HIM!"
"You got that right!" Frenzy agreed; still amazed at seeing the former Aerialbot leader following the Decepticon FA Commander.
Elbowing his brother, Rumble pointed at the insignias that Silverbolt was wearing. "What the hell? He's got both Con and Bot!"
"I'm gonna go tell Swindle, maybe he can find out what's going on;" Frenzy whispered. And then disappeared down the corridor.
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Raptor walked in the Command Center, noticing the confusion that her new servant was creating amongst the Decepticons. She'd expected as much. But other than Cyclonus and Galvatron, she feared no Mech – and with those two, it wasn't really fear that she felt anyways. She just knew and respected their capabilities as fighters.
Cyclonus turned towards her, relieved that it was the end of his shift. When he saw the Aerialbot following her, his optics narrowed. Standing up, the imposing Elite Commander strode up to the pair.
"What is this?" he demanded to know.
Raptor shrugged, "He is my employee, my servant."
"Employee?! No Autobot would agree to work for a con Commander." He crossed his arms over his chest, emphasizing his statement.
She grinned, nodding to Silverbolt's new dual-insignias. "He is now neither Bot nor Con; he is merely a civilian employee."
"A civilian employee?" Cyclonus's optics couldn't narrow much further.
Raptor chuckled; "I'm far too busy planning our strategies of conquest to keep doing my own paperwork and other mundane tasks. Our organization is growing much too big, too fast – for us military Commanders to keep track of it all. So it's time we started hiring civilians to do those things for us."
Though it made perfect sense, Cyclonus wasn't totally convinced. Swiftly he punched Silverbolt, knocking the flyer to the floor. "How do we guarantee his loyalty?"
"You've already broken him; he is very loyal, to his employer." Raptor assured him.
Silverbolt didn't even offer a glare to Cyclonus, as he picked himself off the floor and resumed his place behind his 'boss'. Raptor had warned him that they would test him like this, and had told him how to react.
Still glaring at the former Aerialbot with suspicion, Cyclonus nodded to the FA Commander and stalked off.
She heard Silverbolt sigh with relief when the imposing Mech left. Chuckling, she glanced at him. "He's not the worst; you still have Galvatron to get through."
Several of the lower con officers whom were on-shift in the Command Center snickered their agreement to her statement. Although they were also surprised at the Aerialbot's apparent conversion, they also knew that Raptor had proven herself to be one of the most loyal to the Decepticon cause. After all, it was her training and tactics that had turned the war their way.
Silverbolt proved his worth as a 'civilian employee', eagerly fetching anything any con asked him to get. The on-duty officers began to rather enjoy having the 'civilian' working on their shift.
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A few hours later, the sounds of cursing could be heard coming towards the Command Center. Triggerhappy looked over at Silverbolt; "Well, looks like you're fixin' to meet the head honcho," he snickered. Fully expecting Galvatron to kick this civilian's air frame all over the Command Center.
Raptor nodded, she knew that this would be the hardest test for Silverbolt to pass. But if Galvatron could accept a 'civilian' – all of the troops would. And thus, the change from within would begin.
Galvatron strode into the room, his enraged optics easily catching sight of the Aerialbot. Almost running up to him, the powerful con punched him to the ground. Then proceeded to start beating the hell out of him; Silverbolt lay motionless, offering no resistance. He knew that Galvatron beat all of his troops into submission; it'd be no different for civilian employees.
Finally, Galvatron tired of beating the unresponsive Mech. Whirling he glared at his FA Commander, not believing she'd actually had the audacity to 'hire' a supposed civilian. But her optics held no fear of him, for she was far too used to their violent form of pleasure for mere physical pain to bother her.
"How dare you bring an Autobot into my Command Center!" he shrieked.
She looked at him calmly, "He is a civilian, not an Autobot."
"Civilian – there are no civilians in this war!" his emotions were beginning to take over again.
Raptor calmly walked up to him, knowing there was a good chance he'd send her flying into the console. "Your organization grows too large for warriors to handle both the logistics and the battles. We need civilians to make sure that we have the supplies we need for conquest."
He lunged at her, grabbing her, and violently threw her; sending her light air frame crashing against the bulkhead. "We NEED no one!" he shrieked. Striding towards her, he put his cannon to her face.
No sign of fear shown in her expression, she just looked at him calmly. "You're organization must grow, must support the conquest that mighty Galvatron demands." Her voice was strong and steady as she said this.
"Conquest? Yes we must continue to win, to destroy!" Galvatron shrieked in glee.
Raptor pushed his cannon aside and slowly stood; looking up at Galvatron she boldly wrapped her arms around him. "To continue building your empire, my lord, it will make it easier to use civilian employees for the tasks that are beneath your great warriors."
Galvatron glared into those brilliant crimson optics. She was his most trusted, his most talented tactician. She wanted to make Autobots pay in pain, as much as he! So if having converted 'civilians' was the way to do it – perhaps he'd think about considering it.
Giving the prone Silverbolt, one last kick; Galvatron strode out of the Command Center. Now he was satisfied that Raptor was only thinking of the Decepticons' best interest. After all, she'd been invaluable in carrying out his orders to the tee.
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