Cybertron was quite a sight for a metal planet. All the alluring lights giving the planet definition and color made one's spirit soar…except Tigressa's. She hated the cybernetic world, but she had to go for her own purposes that, thankfully, were still blind to the people she despised most.
Upon arrival, she noted how some Cybertronians began talking among themselves about her appearance and something about "techno-organic scum". It was actually quite funny. Sure, they may be laughing now, but they had no concept of what their beloved Thirteenth Prime wanted to do. Laugh it up, citizens. We'll see who has the last laugh.
"Well, well, my old friend has finally come to Cybertron? Never thought I'd see the day when I needed your 'generous' assistance again. You know why you were summoned here, techno-organic?"
"Megatronus Prime, still as arrogant and selfish as last time. I know why. So tell me, what do you require of me? You remember the last deal we made; you cannot blame me for that incident!" Tigressa did her best to smile though a frown was trying to pull through her defenses.
The crowned-headed Prime smirked, "I've learned from the best. Now, we need to discuss our new deal privately. After all, you don't want my people getting information on their surprise gift I have in store, do you?"
Reluctantly, Tigressa followed.
"This is what I propose: you and your new 'acquaintances' attack the many Energon storage chambers and sparkling hatcheries located on the surface of the planet and I'll use it to persuade the weak-minded citizens that my brothers, now including Sentinel, are allowing such a thing to happen. They'll believe the other Primes let the monsters into the city and I'll befriend those idiots in which I'll get the power and support necessary to rule all of Cybertron!" The Prime exclaimed with flexible arm gestures.
Tigressa kept her chin between her palms as she just sat in a chair, ears twisting to her thoughts on this deal. "And what do I get in return?"
Megatronus smiled, "Why, my dear, anything you desire! Name it and it's yours! Though I could contribute something as a 'thanks' as well, but judging from what I've heard, you don't take kindly to things like that unless you're the true dominate, riding mechs the way you desire and forcing them to take what you allow them to do with your valve. You're the only femme whom a mech would allow to take control and it sounds arousing more so than me taking a normal femme."
The tiger-dragon shook her head with a ghostly chuckle, "Sorry to disappoint, but even I'm not that generous. It was a one-time experience, which I did enjoy, and I prefer for it to stay like that. So, your company must be intrigued by another willing lonely spark because this cannon is staying loose, baby."
"Oh, I had hoped otherwise. Most would consider it a privilege to be berthed with a Prime. I should have known. Oh well. If you change your mind…"
"Are we discussing interface or are we making a deal?"
Megatronus frowned at his business partner's interruption but shrugged it off. "Fine, fine. Minus the interface ask, are you satisfied?" He extended a clawed servo towards her, "Do we have a deal?"
Tigressa examined the hand and its owner for a brief second. "Only if I get half of the Energon reserves in which we assumedly attack."
Her servo met his with a shake. "Deal," he hissed predatorily.
BOOM! An explosion sent a large chunk of a wall flying to the other side. Immediately, Metal Heads crawled through, saliva dripping to the floor as they moved.
Go to work, my precious pets.
Growls and roars echoed through the room acknowledging their orders. Some jumped onto the wall to climb upside down on the ceiling while others scouted ahead for any "lost" guards. A whole battalion of yellow-skull gems navigated the halls relentlessly, searching for their designated target. When the hallway split, the large group divided with it to cover more ground.
The scent of Energon drew them to several rooms that didn't take much force to break into. When the doors were severed from their hinges, the creatures swarmed the chambers, gathering as much as they needed before planting Dark Eco bombs into a huge pile of the remaining cubes. Certain Metal Heads quickly reattached the doors before using a sticky webbing to seal it for a delay of the intended blasts that were sure to come soon. Their plan: escape before the bombs detonate and if it explodes before they leave, the webbing would hold the inferno inside for a reasonably short amount of time.
All of them passed cube after cube down a line that led to a docking chamber which held a cluster of stolen Cruisers. As the Energon was being piled inside, some abominations, whom of which were on lookout duty, bellowed before shouting in a unrecognizable language neither a Cybertronian or a Kanjian would be able to even translate, much less understand.
Several dozen snouts perked up and about, giving lighter calls to one another. The supposed Commander of the group, who had red markings all over his underbelly, peered upward to the ceiling eyeing it closely before roaring at the others. Immediately, he sank his claws into the metal and began climbing. The other Metal Heads growled as the followed, some tracing their Commander's and other member's steps exactly to leave less marks upon the wall. When all reached the ceiling, they laid on it and the halls' noises died.
Luckily, the ceiling was darker than the entire hallway for lights were only located on the walls facing down towards the floor. All that was visible were the yellow eyes and the skull gems. Patiently they sat, some of their glowing attributes bobbed up and down since certain Metal Heads had a hard time keeping completely still. Then the sound of footsteps echoed through, alerting each and every one of the monsters that lie hidden above.
It was one of those Elite Guard cadets. He was reading off a data pad as he strolled down the corridors, not bothering to look up. Poor little fool. But a dripping clatter made him freeze. He turned slowly to see upon the ground a clear substance that his indicators warned him was neither water nor lubricant. More dripped down but this time a massive glob of it hit his shoulder and rolled off with a few extra droplets hitting in its place.
Right as he looked up, teeth and the dark abyss of jaws blocked his line of sight before they were attached to his neck and drug him up towards the ceiling. The cadet was lost to the darkness. Energon now poured down from above, coating the walkway with a vibrant blue as Metal Head snarls whispered along with the spilling.
The Commander, who now had the mech's arm in his mouth, crushing the metal like a crocodile with a slab of wildebeest meat, gave a subtle growl, sniffing for any more intruders. The cadet was the only one so far and they knew their Mistress wouldn't be pleased if another run-in delayed them anymore. Though it was nice having a Cybertronian meal, they knew their objective was more important than their hungers.
Jumping down from the ceiling, the Commander stalked back to the awaiting Cruisers. As he finished devouring the arm, he gave a sickly smile. He held up his paw to signal all the troops to go back to work. They still had enough time to make things right and only enough before the chambers of Energon left behind ruptured like a volcanic geyser.
"My dear, did anyone ever tell you how stripes are gorgeous of you? I'm serious, not many bots can pull these types of designs and look absolutely…sexy, beautiful," the Prime purred as put his servos around her waist which she pulled off instantly.
"I told you once and I'll only repeat myself once more, flirting with me is a dangerous game you cannot win. It will backfire badly and before you know it, you'll be spending your days with missing parts and not just the visible ones."
He laughed, genuinely laughed at her remark which made her surprisingly uneasy enough for her spinal spikes to silently rattle. "Something funny?" She scowled.
"You are fun to mess with, I've never met someone quite like you before nor do I really want to. I want your uniqueness to stay with you, Princess, it'll do you good."
She rubbed her temples, "I hate that wretched title more than you believe. It's barbaric!"
His laughing ceased, "How so?"
"The term 'Princess' and or 'Prince' means a being of royal blood whom is not betrothed yet and has a duty to carry out that partially means taking care of his or her citizens. I don't have neither the time nor the desire to do such a thing. I'd rather destroy everything than have to stay cooped up in a palace seeing to other people's problems! It's their problem so either they deal with it or just die, that's how I see things! Besides, it feels nice to be free from the restraints of which royal duties bond you to."
Megatronus smiled, "Here, a Prime can do what he likes. A small portion of my duties tend to fall under the radar which is harder than it seems because our entire planet is a living being who can see, hear, and feel everything that happens on the surface or in the many chambers that lie beneath. I know how you feel and I can tell you this: freedom is our right and what we do with it is up to us. If you want to cause untimely destruction and watch others die, then so be it. I support you and your mad cause."
"Thank you, Prime. Those little words of wisdom will do nicely as somewhat of an inspiration to continue on."
The Prime clapped his hands together, "What can I say, the title of Prime enhanced more than just our performance. Words of wisdom are all part of the 'Prime-ly' package."
Both burst out laughing this time. Megatronus leaned against the wall almost leaking lubricant from his optics while Tigressa kept her elbows over the railing of the balcony, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her body strained to breathe as her chest rapidly bobbed up and down from her chuckles.
Megatronus Prime had been one of her earliest friends on Cybertron before she was ranked warrior class on her own planet. They learned from each other and apparently, as Tigressa had just recently found out, he was attracted to her. How long exactly? She would shrug but the whole thing in general didn't sit right. Either way, they were friends. That's how it should stay.
AN: Short chapter but yes, Megatronus Prime was around before Megatron became a gladiator and Orion Pax befriended said gladiator.