A Chance at Freedom Chapter 11
Optimus was still wondering what would happen if Galvatron was right and the slag storm that would be unleashed if Sentinel lied to everyone and Megatron was alive. The red and blue prime knew that he was on thin ice and he needed to tread carefully. Only two things stood in his way: which was confronting Sentinel and finding out the truth from Trypticon.
Galvatron knew that his brother was alive and the only hope in finding his little twin, which was putting his trust in the very Autobot who imprisoned him and put him in this situation. He also thought back to when Megazarak took them in; "You two will never survive your first battle and be nothing more than fleck in the historical records." The two twins looked up at the black and purple mech and knew he was right. They had no formal training and if they didn't learn quickly the arena would kill them. Megazarak lead the ongoing rebellion for an equalized Cybertron and took them in and promised to help them escape their abusive creators. He saw Megatron walk towards the senior gladiator and fall into a guard pose, oh how was he going to explain this to Bunsen. The fight was long, but what surprised everyone was the new young fighter standing victorious and holding Megazarak at sword point. From then on everyone gave the twins the respect they deserved, until the fateful day… he heard the little prime calling his name.
"Daydreaming again?"
"Yes, I hope we can find my brother in time and when I find the one responsible for it all, not even Unicron himself will recognize their charred corpse. I failed him once Optimus; I will not fail him again."
Sentinel woke fully rested and sated. He got up and went to the energon dispenser for a cube when he realized that his slave, not like he really cared about his survival, hadn't refueled in several solar cycles. Grabbing an extra cube for the whore of a con and went to Megatron's room. His slave was just as he left him; the Magnus could see the signs of rust infection and knew Megatron would die in agony. This would be a fitting punishment for killing his creators when the blue and gold prime was just a sparkling. He activated the slave collar and shocked the grey mech out of recharge.
Megatron was up in an instant, but fully fledged terror sized his frame when he saw his master. The tyrant would never before admit he was afraid of anything, but recent events shattered everything he knew. His sparkling sent waves of anxiety and he sent waves of comfort back, he would kill his master before he could even touch the little one when it was born. He looked at the glowing pink cube and regretted it instantly.
"You are hungry aren't you slave?" The Magnus of Cybertron smirked when his slave, though showed no physical action other than licking his lips, stared back at him. Sentinel put the cube on the ground just out of reach of the tied up former tyrant and left the room.
When his master was gone, Megatron reached for the cube and almost tipped it over when he got it. The taste of pure fuel hit his tanks like a punch to the gut at the satisfaction of being filled for the first time in solar cycles. He also knew that most of this round of fuel would go to the sparkling and he only hoped that help would come before it was too late. The rust infection was getting worse; there was energon in his waste fluid, as he shamefully noticed after this last shock from the collar. He was going to die here and no one would even care.
Optimus knew he couldn't confront Sentinel just yet. So he went to the next best option, Alpha Trion. The young prime headed for the archives and when he arrived he practically ran to his office. "Optimus Prime, your shift doesn't start for several megacycles. What can I do for you"?
"Alpha Trion, I believe Sentinel is hiding something and I think it has something to do with Megatron. Every time I tried going to and talking to him the guards would say that he was in solitary and the Megatron I knew wouldn't deactivate himself. Can you help me?" I sounded more like a plea than a question but Optimus needed answers.
"That is a serious accusation young Optimus, but it is okay to suspect something that is uncomfortable to you. Since I'm no longer apart of the council then there is nothing I can do for you, but you could possibly make use of this." Alpha Trion scribbled down some kind of code on a data pad and handed it to his apprentice. "Optimus consider this your work for the day and make sure you protect that code with your life. You are playing with fire, please don't burn yourself."
Optimus gave his thanks and left, though he wondered what his mentor meant by 'you are playing with fire, please don't burn yourself'. Galvatron was waiting for him when he arrived back at the apartment. The warframe pacing like a mecha tiger in his cage and looking none to- pleased with idling while his brother was primus knew where. "What did Alpha Trion have to say"?
"Not much but he gave me this and I can't make helm nor peds of it, it looks like a comm code."
He handed the datapad to the former decepticon and waited for a response. "It isn't a comm code, it appears to be an access code for something and if he gave you this, then wouldn't that be against your so called Autobot morals"?
Optimus didn't know whether to be offended or amused at the comment, but given where it was coming from it was probably the latter. "Well my computer skills in this area are not very good, yours"?
"Megatron and I may have commanded the battle field together, but the technical side belonged to me and he was better at espionage. Give the code here and we can both use our skills hack whatever poor server is at the end of this access code." Both Autobot and Decepticon began typing into the terminal and punched in the access code. When the screen pulled up, it showed the files for Trypticon, and Optimus could feel the pure glee that radiated off Galvatron like near lethal levels of radiation.
His mater hadn't returned today and Megatron pulled at the ankle restraints with all remaining strength he had left. The cuffs popped open and the battered tyrant stood on shaking legs. He made his way to the door and luck happened to be on his side, it was unlocked. He slowly inched out of the room, light blinding him momentarily from being in the dark for so long. His midsection was bulged out from carrying and he had to escape while he had the chance. He was almost to the front door when a blow to his head caused him to fall.
"I don't know how you got out slave, but you've crossed the line this time." His pleads went unanswered as Sentinel grabbed him by the now swollen ankle joints and dragged him back to the room. His master grabbed the chains on his rotors and once again attached him to the hook in the middle of the room. Megatron felt fear grip his spark once again and caused him to panic. He sent comforting waves to the little one and it seemed to calm down, but when he returned the fear started all over again. "You will learn to stay in your place you pit slag whore." Sentinel swung the Magnus hammer at Megatron's knee joints, and the resounding snap told the tale, shattered.
The white hot pain lanced the warframe's neural net and an energon curdling scream tore from his throat and it didn't stop there. By the time sentinel was done, energon was flowing down the tyrant's back and pooling on the floor. Deep inside, Megatron finally reached his breaking point.
With a few keystrokes, Galvatron finally made it into the prison mainframe and with the Autobot's help, found the prisoner logs. When the made it to the high security files, the found the one they were looking for fairly quickly. The file opened and the information shocked Optimus and from the deep resonating growl that came from beside him told that Galvatron was pissed. Megatron was alive.