I know for a fact there are more auto-corrects on this, but i'm lazy to see it and it's was like 6:20 Am in the morning when i finished this finally. I was on a block of either Adding another part between Her carrier or her going to the bar with Blaster and soundwave. Anyways, enjoy. I cried. Six months ago, 3 days.
"No," Megatron sent a glare at her. Pulse wasn't going to argue with him but she found his answer amusing. "I am not talking to her." He stated with a angry huff.
"Just hear her out." Optimus stated, typing on the lock beside megatron cell.
"If this is about the rescue attempt. I've already told ultra magnus that i had nothing to do with it.." Megatron looked at optimus with a pleading look. Even the ex-warlord was scared of her. "Though i have heard a rumor that hun-gar and his team were themselves freed from the lost light's brig.." Megatron stated that fact.
Pulse hasn't forgotten the rescue attempt, but that's not why she was here. She set her servos on her hips as the plasma bars faded away. "Forget them. It's you, she interested in." Optimus reminded him.
"And i said no!" Megatron didn't budge but he did look away, glaring at the wall. "I know what she's capable of and i'm not falling for her tricks." Megatron warned them even though he wasn't in any position.
Pulse took her four swords off her hips and moved them against the wall of the hall before she stepped into the megatron's cell. "Then listen to what i have to say.." she suggested, hold her unarmed servos up.
Megatron wasn't going to win this. With a nod of her helm, Optimus stepped away from the cell and out of view. "Fine." Megatron finally agreed.
"The day before you took the stand you asked Rodimus to pass Optimus and myself a communicube.." She moved beside megatron before she sat down beside him. It was weird, she was five times smaller then him but they both held the same authority. "On it, you said you wanted your trial moved off world 'for the sake of spectators.' " She held two digits up. "You said that only raskol arena on luna two was large enough to accomodate all the people you wronged."
Megatron didn't interrupt her. He just sat there and listened. This wrecker has almost everything about him. He had seen her in the golden age. She was a born gladiator, a born fighter but he knew things were off with her. He knew she was special. A gift from primus.
"Except it was all a ruse, wasn't it?" Pulse pressed on, looking up toward megatron with her blue visor. "All you were doing was maneuvering yourself toward a legal loophole." Pulse said softly, she wanted an answer
Megatron turned his helm and looked down at her. He was calm and collected, softness linger in his optics. "This isn't about loopholes, this is about how i am remembered." Megatron mentioned that, it just never dawned on her.
"As a gladiator or as a warlord?" Pulse asked, leaning forward and pressed her arms against her knees.
Megatron stared at her, frowning a bit before shaking his helm. "Rodimus made me realize that i might not be ready to." Megatron looked forward, facing the wall. "How can i put it? Close the book on my life."
"To continue a new path, correct?" Pulse asked once more. She was trying to figure out what megatron plan was. Why he agreed to doing the trial. Why he changed his mind.
"When i took stand, the luna two "loophole" was just a contingency plan. To be invoked should the need arise." Pulse tilted her helm in curious and leans back against the wall in thought. "In the end it was starscream who convince me, inadvertently, perhaps, of the need to postpone my final fate."
"You'd sooner live than allow him, of all mechs, to write you're epitaph." Pulse pointed out a fact, that earned her a slow nod from the mech. It was like she understood him. "But, you talk as if you've been acquitted. You haven't. You've just postpond the verdict." Pulse reminded the ex warlord of where his position is.
"But i don't want to be acquitted. I want to make amends." Megatron stated calmly, turning toward her with a smile forming on his face.
"What you want, as far as ultra magnus can make out, is to find the knights of cybertron.. To which you are already speaking to one." That was right, pulse still accepted that she was a knight but in her travels. She had fought for Dai atlas and the knights.
"True.." Megatron held up a digit. "But only because of where i'll find them." Megatron said calmly, nodding his helm.
Pulse narrowed her optics. "You mean Cyberutopia?" She questioned him with a frown, she turned toward him and bend one of her knees against the ground while her servo's rested on her knees.
"Listen, pulse.." Megatron looked at her as pulse pushed herself up onto her peds. Watching the emerald femme pace. "Four million years ago i decided to change how we lived." Pulse cast a glance as him. "I resorted to force only when i realized that the system had been engineered to with-stand every other form of dissent."
"Where are you getting at, megatron?" Pulse once more asked, she was getting annoyed. Riddles are already showing and it was ticking her off.
"You knew for a very long time, pulse." Megatron pressed. "You knew in the end, yes, I went to far. I broke the planet and you know that, Pulse, is why i owe it to you, to optimus.." Megatron frowned a bit. "To everyone to find a replacement."
Pulse tensed a bit. Megatron knew for this long and never contacted her about it. He never pry on it. He figured her out. He knew and that startled her, no scared her even more. Her spark had already stalled at megatron words.
"Put me on the lost light and let me find cyberutopia." Megatron continued to speak. It made her processor run, it made her frame freeze. Those red optics were staring into her, the very spark of her. "I promise you.." He vowed. "I guarantee you.." He promised. "That i can succeed where rodimus has failed." Her helm snapped toward megatron.
You have failed as a prime, rodimus. Those words echoed in her mind. Her frame slumped. Those same words she had repeated to Rodimus after he sent her only sane mech away. Her support and comfort, someone she has loved and she lost all respect for the young prime.
"Once I've secured a new home for our race. I will confess my crimes.." Megatron held out his servos toward her. "All of the them, and happily." He was willing to do that. "And if the people line the streets to cheer me to my death then i will cheer with them" Megatron took her servos gently, earning a confused but startled look. "I will lead the celebration because i know that before i die. I was able to do something worthwhile." Megatron stated with a smile on his lips.
She knew optimus was listening in. She didn't speak to megatron but she turned her helm to look at the open cell. "Optimus, is it done?" She vented out a shaky sigh. Everything she tried to hide, megatron read her like an open book.
Megatron held a confused look. "What? I open my spark and you ask him what is done?" Megatron looked a it angry and hurt.
"Not what you think.." She walked toward Optimus, holding her servo out for the datapad. "I had Prime write all this down. Rodimus knows i can't follow him anymore but i'm willing to travel. If i were to let you join the lost light.." She watched optimus set the datapad in her servo. " It would be conditional. He would attach a condition" Pulse stated calmly. She was still little shaken up.
"I could lock you up inside Metroplex until Rodimus find the knights, and accuse me of stepping outside the law." Optimus spoke up, setting his servos onto his hips. "So here's how this is going to work.." Optimus began to state.
Pulse handed the datapad over to megatron, watching the mech take it from her servos to look at it. "In exchange for freedom of movement. You're going to stand in front of the people, in front of the people you've wrong and you're going to say That." She pointed toward the words that were written on the datapad.
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Six months later; now
Pulse decide to follow chromedown and nightbeat to the medbay. But when they walked it, Pulse immediately pushed past them and head toward the coffin. Nightbeat still had her a big startled about Sonar blip but it wasn't anything she couldn't get over.
"Rodimus! You are not going to believe what just happened!" Nightbeat jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. "I opened to my hab suite and.."
"You found your own dead frame inside? If not, i win" Chromedome walked toward rodimus and head to the coffin. "Anyway, it's mainly you i'm after chromedome. If there are still some memories in my dead look-alike, you could read them and find out if he really me?" Rodimus suggested, gesturing toward the offline frame.
Pulse looked toward the cassette, her digits brushed against the half sliced helm. She began to think a bit while her digits looked over the wound. She could place it that it wasn't a blast shot. It was too stare and there was no residue to the shot.
She pinched her chin lightly. It was more of a sword strike. Maybe execution. She looked up to were First aid was, seeing him working on the CNA while Chromedome went to work on the memory of the look a-like. She was pretty much ignoring everything else.
Her three cassettes ran into the medbay and toward her side. Replay squirmed between her arms while Deta hopped onto the coffin, examining it as well while hightone frowned a bit. "That looks like a sword wound." Hightone stated, reading her thoughts.
"So, you're say my look a-like was killed by a sword?" Rodimus asked, walking up behind pulse. He was looking between Hightone and Pulse with a frown on his lips.
Pulse shrugged her shoulders. "Possible. Either in battle or in execution, or maybe a sword had accidentally fallen on you're helm." Pulse stated calmly, she seen things like that before.
"What about those?" Rodimus knelt down and pointed toward the cybertornian wording. "Can they tell us anything?" Rodimus asked with a confused look.
Nautica walked over and knelt beside them, gazing at the wording. "They look like spectralist sysmbols, and they're purely decorative. Having said that, the funerary box might itself be a clue. " She pointed out.
"If it's specialist, it would've been made using material found at the scene of death." Pulse admitted as she stood up, turning toward ratchet. Both her and ratchet knew who they needed and her optics only flashed a bit in anger, making her visor dim.
"Drift was a spectrialist, wasn't he?" Ratchet questioned the captain. His servo resting on the wind of Rodimus back in comfort.
"Yeah.. in fact, he was trying to convert me before.. He.." Rodimus stopped himself from speaking anymore of drift after he heard a growl from pulse. He couldn't help but shudder at the reminder of what the emerald knight had said to him after drift departure. "How's it going up there, Chromedome, any joy?" Rodimus quickly changed the subject.
Pulse didn't need to hear anymore. She sent a harsh glare at Rodimus before her cassette holds opened up. The three cassettes knew what she was saying. They shifted into their cassette form and slipped into their respective holds.
She turned from them and walked toward megatron. She could see the Co-captain was watching her in worried before following after her in thought. She stopped by the wall and leaned against it. Her presence in the room was going to make the situation tense.
Megatron crossed his arms against his chest. He wanted to ask her how this all plays through but he didn't push. "It'll be a miracle that i didn't kill Rodimus where he stands." She muttered in anger. "He's a failure. He doesn't deserve to be prime." She grunted a bit in her words, she hated Rodimus. It wasn't loathe, nor a grudge, it was pure hate.
"Then why are you here?" Megatron asked her, keeping his attention on the crew in front of them. "Why not stay on cybertron with Ironhide?" Megatron added, narrowing his optics.
"Because Ironhide doesn't see what i really am. He doesn't believe, i am primus gift." Pulse shook her helm a bit before she vented out a sigh. "I do not deserve to be on cybertron, knowing other's will find out." She stated, looking at megatron with a slight frown on her lips.
Megatron hummed lightly. "Whatever Rodimus did to wrong you, just remember he doesn't deserve it." Megatron set his servo onto her shoulder and gave her a light comforting squeeze. "He doesn't deserve you're trust nor respect. But i will help you get where you need to go." Megatron promised.
She snapped her helm up toward Megatron. With a small nod, she had agreed to take in his helm. "What do you suggest we do then?" She asked with a small frown, setting her servos on her hips.
"First, we are going to find a way to reunite you with your fellow knights." Megatron seemed to understand her, it was like he had lost something more then just the war, more then just friends. "Then, we will find your mate." Megatron stated.
Damn it.. She grunted in thought. Megatron continued to read her like an open book she was. She hated that fact. She hate being read like that. She needs to stop herself from being read like that.. "I don't even know what your talking about." She muttered in annoyance.
"I believe you do.." Before megatron could continue on, the alarms blared out. Pulse was first to straighten up with her optics widen. Her helm snapped toward the door that was now missing and showing a view of space.
"What?" Rodimus asked, looking a bit confused toward them.
Pulse pointed behind Rodimus before she kicked off the ground and ran out of the medbay. She opened the communication links to the speakers. "To all autobots! Evac the ship! Lost light is disappearing." She informed quickly.
She slide around the corner. ::This is not a drill. The lost light is disintegrating. Proceed in an orderly fashion to shuttle bay one and await further orders.:: Megatron stated through the speakers of the ship.
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Six months ago; day 3
Arriving at her old housing unit. She wasn't the least surprise it was still there. She raised her servo up, pressing it onto the small hand like print as she watched it scanned her servo. Once the ding was heard, it opened a small hatch to run a facial recongization before the door slide open. She had her housing until built for just her. The only oens that were able to enter was Ironhide, Jazz, Orion and Soundwave. Ratchet would come by to check up on her when she misses her daily check ups but that was in the past.
Opening her cassette hold, she watched both Hightone and Deta run in to get settled in. It was empty though. It was different without Sonar blip here. She was still hung onto his death. She soon followed them, listening the door slide shut behind her and locking into place.
The lights flicker on in, showing the gray walls of every room. The only light that didn't turn on was sonar blips room. She felt her vents intaked sharply as she bit back a whimper. She didn't realized how close she was to the cassettes. She felt weak to her knees and this weakness wasn't the good kind.
Stray tears began to roll down her cheeks, her frame leaned back against the door before she slouched down onto the floor. Her hand moved to her mouth. She wasn't just hurting before of Sonar blip. She was hurting because of ironhide as well. He didn't believe her. He didn't believe he had fallen for a former human. Not only that, she had ended their relationship during the trailing.
Her spark ached even more. She leaned her helm back as she clenched her jaw tightly. Her venting turned into short gasps of intakes and exhales, her shoulders shook. She didn't realized how much this affected her. She just wanted to forget everything, everyone and go back to her old ways.
"I want.." She whimpers. She can't handle it. She handle all this pain anymore. "I want go home." She leaned forward, bending her knees into her chest. She felt like a drama queen. A sparkling crying for her creators. "I want my old life back!" She screams her words out, burying her helm into her knees.
She was better off without friends. She was better off being alone. She was better off being dead as a human then dealing with any of this. She was better off being trapped in hell, burning for all eternity. She just wanted everything to stop hurting. She wanted to be gone. Being rid of any and all planets and to never be here anymore.
"I just.." She let out another whimper. "Want to go home to my pathetic life."She said quiet, tightening her arms around her legs and keeping her face hidden. She was ashamed of herself. She couldn't protect her cassette. She couldn't keep drift close. She couldn't trust ironhide. "And be forgotten, is that so much to ask! Primus!"
If she was human now, she would had snot rolling out of her nose. To no avail, Primus was ignoring her. He was going against her, when she needed him the most. He was ignoring her pathetic pleas to go back as a human. All because she didn't want to feel like this anymore. If she had tried to shut off her emotions, everyone would worry for her and convince her to remain like this. She didn't know what she wanted anymore.
She didn't even hear the door slide open. She was just so lost in her own world. Repeating the same words of going home. Small hiccups escape her vents. She could feel decent size arms move around her neck, someone chest pressing against her back and a fin pressing against the side of her helm. Her lips trembled.
She raised her head up slightly, looking over to the one who is holding her. Her optics didn't dare widen at the sight of chromedome, except her optics narrowed before them closed tightly, tilting her helm against chrome helm.
"Let it out." Chrome urged her, tightening his arms around her to keep close. He knew it. He knew she hated being weak. He knew she wanted to give up. He knew her pain. "Pulse, don't hold back this time." He reminded her.
Don't hold back.. She repeated his words in her mind. She moved her servo's from her legs to grasp chromedome arm tightly. Her mouth opened as she released a scream of pain. Her spark felt like it was breaking already. She made have lost her cassette six months ago but the pain still there. Still strong and it hurts her everyday.
She felt one of his arms move around her waist to keep her close so she wouldn't hurt herself. This wasn't Ironhide, this wasn't Drift. They aren't here anymore to keep her pain away. She cried out her spark to Ironhide about her human past, but only added more pain to her spark. She let her vent hitch before she screamed once more. Tears streamed down her cheeks quickly. Her visor shining brightly from her tears.
Chromedome only hushed toward her. Data and hightone were hiding away in one of the rooms, just listening and watching. Pulse didn't care. She couldn't care. She felt ashamed, her pride broken. Her helm swarmed with memory of sonar death. She could feel her frame was heating up. Her fans were activating and humming loudly to cool her down.
Her vents had stopped working because of her. She could breathe properly through her vents. She was hitching, intaking sharply, and hardly exhaling. Her jaw was starting to ache as she let out a hiccup then a whimper. Her optics shut tightly as she managed to close her jaw.
Chromedome didn't say anything, only hushing toward her. Rocking her frame from side to side. She could feel a few drops of tears from him, hitting her shoulder. She was a mess, she was a wreck. If it wasn't from chromedome being here, she would have clawed her own chest until her ripped into her own spark to make her own wish come true. Why? Do you enjoy my pain, primus? She thought of her question.
Pain. That made her jaw tighten again. There was another hitch, then hiccup. "Sonar!" she screamed out his name finally. This was something no one should go through. If anyone saw her, they would realize she had emotions, she knows what pain was. She understood why humans needed pain. It's what making her feel like now. She wanted her sonar back. She wanted her son back.
Chromedome arms only tighten even more, he could feel that she was trying to throw herself forward into the ground like some sparkling but he wasn't letting that happen. She knew that. Her vents finally easing up enough to give her frame time to cool down. She could only break out a few whimpers and hiccups.
"Hush now." Chrome said softly, nuzzling her shoulder gently in comfort and keeping her close. There was always a reason for him to act like this. He had lost rewind the same day, but it didn't hit him as hard as it hit her. "I'm right here." He cooed softly, like she was some sparkling.
She couldn't help it. She had to let out another few hitched intakes, leaning her frame into chromedomes tiredly. "I'm sorry." She spoke with a strain tone. She felt like her vocal cords was strained. "I'm sorry.." She said with a weak tone that asked for forgiveness.
"There is nothing to be sorry for." Chrome knew why she was saying this. He shares her pain. He moved his arms from her neck and waist and wrapped them around her shoulders. He had managed shift himself against a wall with pulse between his legs. Keeping her close. "Everything is going to be fine." He cooed once more.
She felt all the energy she had was drained from her. Her frame slouched against his chest. She let out a soft whisper. "I'm sorry." It was a pathetic whisper with a whimper. Her visor only darken with a low hum of her systems. She had fallen into a recharge by force.
Chromedome shook his helm, looking up toward the cassettes that were watching them. "Thanks for comming me hightone, i think pulse needs more help then we thought." Chrome admitted, his servo raised up and brushed pulse's helm carefully like she was a fragile sparkling who was so easy to break.
Hightone nodded her helm, quickly moving over to them with deta at her heels. Both cassettes soon pressed into chromedome side. Earning a soft glance at one another. But chromedome didn't say anything. "With everything going on, i believe her breaking up with ironhide was her last straw." Hightone admitted, curling up with deta at her peds. Deta was just watching pulse recharge quietly.
"Sonar, Rewind, Drift, Dai atlas, and now Ironhide." Chromedome counted off the numbers on the list. Hightone was right. This was Pulse's last draw. Ironhide was her last defense of solitude and moving forward, but that didn't happen. "She needed to let it out. All that pain built up aint good for her." Chromedome said calmly.
"Only time will tell when she heals?" Hightone asked, looking toward chromedome with a worried look. Hightone didn't know how long it will take pulse to fully heal but she would remained with her cassette owner slash carrier for as long as possible and stay by her side until the emerald femme had fallen.
Chromedome didn't say anything. He only kept ahold of pulse. Keeping her close to his chest. Listening to her sputtering vents and hitches. The low hum of her systems. He could only process hightone words in his processor.
Pulse has a long way to heal her broken spark but she would realize that she has friends, family by her side to keep her safe and sound. To help mend those broken bonds and her broken spark. This was afterall, her first experience of pain and loss.