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Starscream and his crew quietly crept up to Megatron's quarters, and they were able to hear loud moaning and groaning that nearly burned their auditory circuits. Starscream and Demolisher easily recognized that painful moans as coming from Sideways, a no good mech that neither had respect for as Sideways had almost sent both bots to their deaths. The more disturbing part was that Starscream and Demolisher could hear Megatron, sounding as if he was having a grand old time, blissfully unaware of the battle outside of his mostly soundproof quarters.
Starscream types in the code to Megatron's room, everyone surprised that Starscream would even know the code. Screamer gave a look not to ask questions, and everyone kept quiet. The door slid open quietly, and there, in the middle of the room was Megatron, back to the door, raping Sideways, who had a gag in his mouth. Even though Sideways port was opened and he was secreting fluid, the look on his face told of repeated beatings and rapings, all unwelcome by the purple mech. The purple mech had offlined his optics, in hope not to see what was going on.
While the Autobots were shocked and confused, Starscream and Demolisher burned with anger, as each had been subjected to this type of punishment before. Before Megatron realized what was going on, Starscream had stabbed him in the back with the Star Saber, which Starscream had found by the door of Megatron's room. Megatron slowly turned around, angered at who would dare interrupt his session. His optics flashed white and then burned bright red when he saw Starscream and Demolisher waiting to attack him.
Meanwhile, at the Autobot HQ, Prime felt a strange pain in his back and woke up. Since something like this had happened before and he saw no injury, Prime thought nothing of it and went back into recharge, hoping that tomorrow he could talk to Starscream about a plan to end the war.
Megatron hissed, not only was he caught off guard but he was also caught with his cables exposed and port leaking fluid. He quickly closed up his sensitive area, ready for the battle to begin. He threw Sideways aside, the purple mech still keeping his optics offline, not sure what Megatron might due to him. The mighty Sideways had now been turned into a sniffling wreck. When Megatron realized that Starscream had the Star Saber, Megatron became infuriated. He reached out to ring the seeker's neck, but the seeker was too fast for him, and Megatron felt a gash in his right arm, cutting through the circuitry.
Meanwhile, Prime awoke again, this time feeling a pain in his arm, like circuits had been disconnected. Feeling rather odd, he got up out of his berth to check on his troops. Those who were on duty, were still on duty. Prime went to check on the Autobots who were supposed to be in there quarters and in the med bay. In the med bay, Prime found Red Alert monitoring Cyclonus, but no Demolisher. Red told Prime that he had told Demolisher to go to rest several hours ago and had not seen the mech since. Prime thanked Red and went to check on the seeker and Hotshot, since their room was on the way to Demolisher's and Cyclonus's. When Prime opened the door, he found Hotshot crying on the floor, and Starscream was nowhere to be found.
"What's wrong, Hotshot" Prime asked, concerned as to why the young mech so pregnant was on the floor.
"I have a bad feeling in my spark. Starscream is in trouble, I can feel it, and I don't know where he is. I feel so helpless" replied Hotshot, energon tears staining his faceplate, an obvious sign that he had been crying for a while. So Prime gently helped Hotshot back to the bed, and the young mech fell quickly back into a fitful recharge. Prime knew then, something was definitely not right. He went to the transport area to see if he could find anymore data.
At the transport area, Prime found what he was looking for. Not too long ago, five mechs had transported to the Decepticon moon base. Optimus Prime's worst fears were realized when he saw that Starscream and Demolisher had gone to the moon base with three other mechs. Oh Slag thought Optimus as it hit him like a ton of bricks, they had gone after Megatron.
Meanwhile, back at the moon base, Megatron had been severely wounded between Demolisher and Starscream's constant and swift attacks. The three Autobots stood quietly by, allowing the two pained mechs to take care of Megatron. The three Autobots had already put Sideways in Stasis lock. Megatron tried to stand one more time, after having given Starscream a quick blow to the cockpit (something that Hotshot felt back at the Autobot HQ). Starscream downed Megatron with one final blow, right through Megatron's spark case, separating spark from machinery. Megatron's mechanical body dropped heavily to the floor as the spark floated out and away. Starscream and Demolisher had accomplished what they set out to accomplish, although both now required urgent medical attention.
Meanwhile, Prime felt like his spark was being ripped from his chest, and then release, followed by a deep pain, and Prime then knew the truth. They had finally killed Megatron. Pain filled Prime's spark as he felt the emptiness from his twin no longer being alive. He knew that this was for the best, but it still hurt. The hurt would heal in time, Prime knew, but right now he ran back to his recharge berth, locked the door to his chambers and quietly cried energon tears for his brother.
The crew came back from the moon base with the hostages as well as Starscream and Demolisher, both who were quickly taken to the med bay. Cyclonus woke up only enough to see his sparkmate be laid next to him. Cyclonus reached out a hand, unable to keep his arms off Demolisher now that he was back. Cyclonus wanted to comfort his sparkmate as best he could.
Starscream, on the other hand, required more extensive medical intervention as he suffered the most damage. While Starscream was being repaired, he could feel spark pulses coming from his sparkmate.
'What in the hell were you doing' came the concerned, haunting pulse.
'I was trying to save our sparklings' came the weak reply.
'Screamer, I am scared and you just run off, did you even consider my feelings?' queried Hotshot, tears obvious from the sound of the pulse.
'Hotshot, I was doing this for you and our sparklings. Please don't be mad. I will come to hold you as soon as I get out of med bay' the seeker replied, desperate to see his sparkmate.
Starscream was soon online and rushed out of med bay as soon as Red Alert cleared him. When Starscream reached his room, he found a shocking sight. Hotshot lay on the floor, on his side, unable to get up, crying blue tears of energon that almost stained his faceplate. Starscream could now see how his rash actions had affected his sparkmate. Starscream gently lifted Hotshot back into the large berth, drying Hotshot's leaky optics. Starscream placed a gentle kiss on Hotshot's lips, calming the younger mech and eliciting a moan. Hotshot was soon back to himself as Starscream and the young mech began to interface again, joy in Hotshot's optics because not only was his sparkmate safe, but now, there would no longer be a war going on when the sparklings arrived in 3.5 to 4 months.
Prime, sad as he was, knew one thing. He needed to talk to Starscream.
"Starscream report to my office – NOW!" Prime called. Starscream, having just finished a quickie interface, ran to talk to Prime – not knowing what to expect.