Consequence
Chapter 9: Mech apart
A bit shorter than my last chapters and I am sorry it's been so long coming. Moving has been crazy lately, but we're moved in and I promise all of my stories will be getting a fair shake to get them going again.
Felina
He surveyed the landscape with deep scrutiny. Everything had to be perfect. This shipment was on its way to Iocon. It could not be late, and it could not be lacking. "Sir the cargo is ready." A vehicon said saluting him taking his optic from the cargo freighter to the small drone who had spoken up.
"Very well." The Cyclops replied evenly with the gesture of a hand. "Scan for explosives. If the scan is clear the transport will ship." Shockwave said calmly keeping his helm still. "I have two seekers that will escort the transport to Iocon to Lord Megatron." He said turning away to his desk looking over the shipping manifest slowly. "Dreadwing and Thundercracker should be here directly."
One of his personal underlings usually took over the duties of dock master. However, with this transport leaving from the central platform of the spaceport, and on its way directly to Megatron; Shockwave wouldn't take any chances. It had to be spotless to uphold his current standing with the warlord.
The manifest he read slowly before everything in proximity went black all around him. The explosions that went off almost simultaneously across the aft section of the Dock came down from the upper sections to the ground. A small section over him came crashing down over his helm, shorting out Shockwave's optic and sending him careening to the ground.
His optic opened and he groaned with a ringing in his audios and a weight on his body. "Stay down." The muffled voice said calmly. "Grab that mech!" The weight called out seemingly to a group of nearby drones. "He set the explosives! GET HIM!"
When Shockwave's optic came online he saw the blue and black mech who shielded him looked down at him with worry. "My Lord are you damaged?" He asked servos taking the purple mech's helm into his hands.
Shockwave forced himself up to sitting forcing the mech off his own body. His hand grasping down on his optic chamber that held the rest of his processor. "I am undamaged I believe." Shockwave muttered softly before looking up. "The transport!" He attempted to shoot up to his pedes, but in his disorientation he fell back.
"It left after the bomb went off Lord Shockwave. There were two seekers over head." The stranger stated and held out his hand to the Purple mech. "Allow me…" He offered.
Shockwave reached out taking the hand and using the other mech to leverage himself up off the ground. "Another bombing…" He growled leaning slightly on the other mech as he regained his composure. "And while I am still investigating the bombing in Crystal City." He groaned and turned to two vehicons his optic brightening. "Lock the station, no one comes in, and no one goes out!" He demanded.
"You ought to be more careful my Lord." The mech stated looking around, he took two steps to examine the scorched wall behind Shockwave his hand coming up running along the deep scores in the wall.
"What's your name?" Shockwave's optic thinned as the mech paused in his tracks. Drawing his hand back he turned to face the purple mech once more.
"Roadbuster sir." He smirked, it was working, he turned back shaking his helm.
"I know that name…you were one of the Wreckers." He stated calmly. "an Autobot…."
"That I was…but when the Great War hit I split off." He smirked. "I'm a private contractor now I was headed off world to look for work, but when the explosion happened I jumped into action. I am sorry if I over stepped my bounds….with the war over I don't wish anything like this on anyone." Roadbuster did all he could to keep his accent out of his vocals; he had to be eloquent and calm. "I hope I did not damage you my Lord."
Shockwave shook his helm. "What sort of work are you looking for?" He asked curiously and turned lifting up a piece of charred manifest before tossing it down. He continued to walk, so Roadbuster followed putting his hand blaster in its side pocket.
"I'm a bounty hunter sir." He said calmly. "Ask anyone." He stated.
"What do you know about space ports?" Shockwave continued as he moved kicking a dead vehicon that appeared to take the brunt of the attack. Kneeling Shockwave's attention was on the blast site.
"I use em." The mech shrugged. "My Lord it may not be best for you to remain on the dock…there could be another bomb. You need to get off the dock as soon as possible." He stated calmly.
"Why would it matter to you if I die?" Shockwave asked coldly. His logic circuits burned with the question.
"Because I couldn't go anywhere if you were dead and they locked up the space port." Roadbuster stated with a slight chuckle.
Shockwave turned to him his optic dimed and brightened as if in a blink. "What is your greatest intangible attribute?"
"My loyalty my lord." He nods "Until the end."
"Are you still loyal to the Autobots?" Shockwave prodded.
"War is over my Lord, with it ended my loyalty to anyone." He shrugged. "I am loyal to myself now."
Shockwave nodded and lifted up a few pieces of the remains of the detonator. "Please question all remaining occupants in the Spaceport including the vehicons." Shockwave stood and turned to him.
"Excuse me?" Roadbuster blinked. "Look sir…"
"You're hired….I'll put you up in my palace and offer you 20,000 credits every 7 orns." He stated. "Will that be sufficient?"
"Uh….I um….what position?" Roadbuster blinked. "I mean sir this is awful abrupt don't you think?"
"Chief of my Security…You'll go where I go and make sure my person comes to no harm; as you have successfully shown today that you can do."
"You don't have a chief?" He asked with a helm tip. "Might I ask what happened to the last one?"
"It's not something you'd find attractive." Shockwave had a slight bit of humor to his voice. "Go question the mechs and femmes in the Space Port." He stated.
As Roadbuster walked away Shockwave pinged his communicator with a private communications code. He was in, and he moved along the mechs in the space port and looked at the line of mechs and femmes in the cordoned off access point. He looked at one of the mechs and touched his arm. "It's going to be alright." He told him. Passing his confirmation that he was in with the Purple Cyclops. He looked down the line. "I will be asking you each a series of questions…please be prepared to show your I-Dent cards and be warned if you are holding FALSE identification you will be subject to arrest." He stated calmly. It was going to be a long Orn.
"Another bombing." Soundwave muttered coming into the room sealing the door behind himself. He half turned setting his PDA on the table before him.
"Where?" Jazz sat up pushing the servant bot back away from him. The femme took her buffer back and bowed and moved out of the room giving the two lords of Crystal city their alone time.
"Space port." Soundwave said coming forward.
"Shockwave?" Jazz asked in a concerned tone.
"Alive." Soundwave said reaching up to pull off his mask setting it on the berth. "Taken new security chief."
Jazz nodded and looked at Soundwave and whistled. He hadn't noticed it before, but the mech was shiny. "You look …amazing." He stated calmly. "They did quite a number on your armor." Jazz's fingers rose and ran over the hard lines of the telepath's blue and silver armor. His fingers trailed up the torso plate to the mech's neck. He touched three ranking pins that had been welded to his collar.
Soundwave smirked and thumbed up under the compliance collar on Jazz's neck to rub over three very similar bars on Jazz's neck. "Ah .." Jazz flinched back.
Sounwave read his mind and knew that the armor below the collar was rubbed raw still, and the deep carbon scoring below was unable to be healed completely. The collar had been reattached a few days after the nanites had completed their repairs, and while he no longer spoke with a rasp; his voice was irreversibly changed. His vocals were slightly deeper than before. "Apologies." Soundwave stated pulling his hand back. "Must get your repairs complete. Ceremony is tomorrow."
"Ah know it." Jazz sighed outwardly. "Optimus will be there yea?"
"Statement: Correct, and Ironhide." He nodded touching the Spy's face. Jazz melted into the touch and sighed. "And other officers."
Jazz and the telepath stood in silence that eased around them like a blanket. They came closer and held onto one another. Soundwave's left hand found Jazz's right and they swayed quietly in a symphony of silence. At least I don't have to teach ya to dance. In response to Jazz's mental musings; Soundwave merely squeezed his hand.
Jazz pressed him back against the wall and the telepath let out a low rumble. They began to cycle air quickly. "Damaged."
Jazz shook his helm. "Fine." He muttered between kisses and his mind was telling him to continue regardless of his head telling him they needed to wait.
Soundwave nodded and reached down lifting the spy up and moving to the berth laying him out. Jazz smiled at him as the telepath crawled over him. "Primus yes…" Jazz gasped.
Soundwave pressed his lips against the Spy's and ran his hands over the smaller mech with precision and skill. "Query: Bond."
Jazz nodded up and down fervently. "Yes." He gasped. "Yes…" He repeated his hand coming down to wrap around the spike. There was an audible click as Jazz's interface released and his spike pressurized and his valve was opened to his partner. "I…"
"Query: How.." Soundwave was confused for a moment but in Jazz's mind he could see the spy wanted to be spiked and he nodded reaching down to stroke his spike as Jazz shifted up slowly on the berth.
Jazz licked his lip softly and nodded. Opening his mouth to speak he closed it quickly.
Soundwave saw the words in the Spy's mind. He closed the gap kissing him hard his spike entering the valve quickly with more force at first than he had initially wished.
Jazz gasped as he was penetrated. Speaking as he felt the little shards of electricity running over all his circuits at once. "Sounders." He gasped. "Oh Primus." He blinked. The words were gasped out against the telepath's lips. Soundwave's chamber opened and Jazz looked up at him and smiled in his delicious haze. "Move." Jazz ordered.
Soundwave did as told and began to shift quickly pumping in and out of the smaller writhing mech below him. He rumbled and moaned.
"I….Love….You…." Soundwave broke out, it was choppy but it was what it was, honest. Jazz's chamber opened and the two mechs pressed against one another tightly and they both began to moan and grunt, not carring if anyone heard. Their torsos opened up and Soundwave pressed down as Jazz Arched up. Soundwave felt the voices recede in his mind. "Oh Jazz…I love you." His voice was calm and steady and they were lost in each other. Only each other.
Triage leaned back in his chair and smiled. "I am the Lord of Stanix." He stated as the femme sat in his lap. "I control all that 'ere is around et." He smirked and laced her neck with soft little kisses.
"Its very lovely." Gatejumper slipped off his lap and moved to the large picture window taking in the view.
Triage watched her quietly. He licked his lips. "I'm going to a ceremony tomorrow with Lord Megatron." He stated.
Arcee turned facing him. "That must be quite the honor I've never seen him myself." She lied. "Is he really as big as they say?"
Triage nodded " 'at he is." He smiled and pushed up standing moving to her. "Ya did not answer me question…will ya come with me ta the' party." He smirked.
Arcee tried to blush looking away. "You don't want me on your arm…There are far prettier femmes out there."
Triage reached out touching her face plate with a soft pet. "Aye there are…" He smiled. "But you are the most beautiful of them all…put all the pretty ones to shame."
Arcee smiled at him. "Thank you…I'd be honored to go with you."
"Ah the honor my love is entirely mine." He drawled in his accent and pulled her closer pressing his lips to hers, and in that moment he felt her fields envelop him and he knew he was happy.
Arcee smiled into the kiss and touched his helm as she backed up slightly looking back outside. "Lobbing?" She asked.
Triage stepped around and looked down. "Ah yes the servants enjoy their lobbing would you care to go watch?" He smiled.
"I'd love to." She wrapped her slender arm around his elbow joint. "Lead the way."
"For just a bit, the detailers will be 'ere directly to get us buffed up before we travel ta Iocon."
"Iocon?" She tried to sound excited.
"Aye." He smiled at her pulling her closer. "Transport ta 'he city tonight." He nodded and escorted her to the grounds to watch the servants lobbing. "seems something happened with one o'megatron's slaves."
Arcee blinked but merely nodded. "You work hard I like that in a mech." She said delicately tracing her finger over his chassis.
Ironhide waited patiently in Megatron's chambers. He'd laid out all the buffing supplies and merely stood waiting for his master.
The doors opened slowly and Megatron stepped in. He nodded to what appeared to be the in house medic and allowed him to go on his way. The door closed and Megatron came forward grabbing Ironhide by the arms and pulling him into a deep fierce kiss.
Ironhide moaned at the loss as they parted. "You're in a very good mood." He commented quietly.
"Yes." Megatron's brow rose and he moved to sit on the berth. "Extremely." He reached out motioning the large black mech forward to himself.
Ironhide, curious, stepped forward. "What's happened?" He broke a smirk and folded his arms over his torso standing just before the Grey mech looking down into his optics.
"We are having a hatchling!" He smiled brightly. "The three of us." He nodded.
"What?" Ironhide blinked. "Optimus…"
"Is sparked." Megatron smiled brightly. "Your transfluid…and my merge." He nodded calmly. "It will have parts of us all." Ironhide blinked and looked down blankly. "Sit down before you fall down Ironhide." Megatron scooted and ordered.
Ironhide sat. "Is that possible?" He blinked again and turned to the grey mech. "Three donating codes?"
"The medic believes it is…Triage has been called in a day early to verify." He smiled smugly. "We've done it." He nodded.
"His external damage from the lashing?" Ironhide broached.
"Did not damage the hatchling or the gestation chamber." Megatron nodded. "I however will refrain from damaging him further to ensure the proper development of the hatchling." He nodded. "I've already summoned him the best energon and a more comfortable berth."
Ironhide nodded. "Thank you." He was genuine in the thanks.
"What are you thanking me for!" Megatron pulled Ironhide closer kissing him. "We're creators." He smiled. "We finally have a youngling; together like you wanted." He nodded.
Ironhide returned the kiss and licked his lips as they broke back. "I Love you." He murmured.
Megatron nodded and reached up keying off the collar. "I love you too Ironhide." He murmured softly. "Let me show you my spark." He smiled softly. "Let me show you my Love." Megatron smiled softly. "Your collar is off. I Order that you will not try to leave this room without it on and activated."
Ironhide smirked and leaned back on the berth. "Yes Master." He purred softly helm tipping in invitation. Megatron taking the opportunity dug in fangs in deeply.
Optimus sat in a sad state on his berth. He stared into the far corner of the room, and he didn't move save to vent the slow sad vents that continued out of his manifold. He didn't know what he would do. He'd been ordered to do whatever it took to ensure the sparklet's safety, to ensure it and he would live.
His hand traced the lines of his own chassis and he found he hated himself, he felt repulsed and simply overcome.
The doors opened starting him back to the present. Ironhide stepped inside his hand adjusted the collar on his neck. He didn't speak.
Optimus looked away from him and rolled to the wall. "He…ordered me not to kill it."
Ironhide nodded and looked down. "You don't want it?"
"Not when it has his spark as a creation catalyst." He stated coldly.
Ironhide nodded. "Well it's part my own as well." He stated. "Megatron's contribution is only a fraction of our own." He stated. Optimus rolled marginally and gave a glare at the black mech, before rolling back to face the wall.
"I just came for my touch up paint." He stated softly walking in grabbing the jar from the wall. "I'll be with Megatron." He moved to the door. "Call us if you require anything."
Optimus didn't respond and Ironhide, with a rumble left in a hurry.
