Chapter 35:Wash and Take Over
MoonStrider picked up Crimsonwing and set her on her hip before leaving. Megatronus was still asleep, she had left him a note stating where they were going and how long they were planning to be gone.
Crimsonwing had gotten messy when she had went to give her her morning energon. She had been tossing in her grip and had thrown a tantrum because MoonStrider wouldn't let her eat the energon goodie before her morning energon. Her tantrum had caused MoonStrider to lose grip of the cube and spill it all over them both. MoonStrider had then put Crimsonwing in time-out for a good klik (much to the sparkling's anger). It was only until she had calmed down and sat for a bit that MoonStrider came over and sat the femmling on her lap. She had then asked if Crimsonwing knew what she did wrong and if she thought it was ok to do that. MoonStrider got the answer she wanted, a few helm shakes for she wasn't speaking just yet.
After that and some kisses on cheeks were shared, MoonStrider decided to take them both to the wash racks before the energon got any dryer than it was already.
She decided to go to the community wash racks instead of the standard ones Clench put in for the other Gladiators. She didn't mind, but the community wash racks were far more sparkling friendly than the Arena's. So she grabbed some credits and headed out of their room and out of the Arena.
The community wash racks were not too far away, just a few blocks. She carried Crimsonwing down to the local racks, bots giving her various looks on the way there. It didn't take long before her long legs got them there.
She entered the building. The front door was large and brightly colored, the inside was tiled with blue, silver, and white panels that were cleaner than anywhere else on Cybertron. Bots of all sized walked in and out of locker doors. Some were designated for certain bots: one for those with creations, one for those without, one for mechs, one for femmes, and one for the community. MoonStrider stepped into the one designated for creators or guardians with sparklings or younglings. Bots moved out of her way, recognising her or just from sheer presence alone.
The wash racks were designed to be sparkling friendly: shallow pools, low benches, and even some sprinkler things in one of the pools that sparklings could run and play in.
Crimsonwing buried her helm into her neck, her orange and blue optics peeking out the sides to glance at the other sparklings in the room. MoonStrider smiled and patted her between the wings, which flicked at her touch.
The room was occupied by a few creators and their creations. About a half a dozen sparklings splashed in the pools. The creators sat either with them or on a bench off to the side were showerheads rained down upon them. MoonStrider walked over to one of the benches, stepping over sparklings on her way. She sat down and placed Crimsonwing in her lap. She reached back and turned on the shower. The sovian came out warm and MoonStrider reached over to the soap dispenser and payed for two rations of soap. The small battles popped into the holder and she grabbed them and quickly brought a small sponge. She coated one side of the sponge with soap before lathering it up until it was dripping with suds.
Crimsonwing watched in curiosity, her wings tilted upwards. She made a grab at the sponge, her tiny servos disappearing into the suds she had made. Crimsonwing giggled and smeared the soap across MoonStider's chassis, looking up at her with bright optics as she laughed. MoonStrider laughed as she smeared bubbles across her chin, making the sparkling have a bubble beard.
Crimsonwing played with the bubbles, all the while, MoonStrider turned her around and soaped up her wings and back. She worked to get the dried energon off, dipping into the nooks and crannies of her armor to make sure she got it all. After she got her back, she turned her around and began to get her front and sides. Crimsonwing giggled and reached up to place some of the bubbles on MoonStider's chinguard. She laughed at the little one's antics and made a face, gaining even more laughter from the both of them.
The other creators watched them, some very shocked at MoonStrider's actions. The Champion of Kaon, making a bubble beard with a sparkling. But others smiled, glad to see that even the toughest of them could have a soft spark.
MoonStrider paid them no mind. She finished getting her sparkling washed and then rinsed. MoonStrider set Crimsonwing down after she finished with that and nudged her to the closest pool.
"Go on, darling." she encouraged, patting her between the wings. Crimsonwing looked highly reluctant and clung onto her leg with a whine. MoonStrider smiled down at her in reassurance. "It's ok, I'll be right here." Crimsonwing still held tightly to her leg, her tiny arms barely going all the way around. MoonStrider decided not to fight it, she'd let go on her own time. So, MoonStrider grabbed the sponge and her bottle of soap. Reapplying some soap, she began to clean herself, working from her chassis down.
There was a tug on her leg and some chirps. She looked down into the large optics of her sparkling, who was chirping and patting her leg as high as she could reach.
"Hm?" she hummed, lowering her arms as she looked at her. Crimsonwing patted the sponge in her servo and MoonStrider loosened her grip on it, letting the sparkling slip it out of her fingers. Crimsonwing picked up the sponge, it's size dwarfing her tiny servos. But she was a determined sparkling, and she moved the sponge across her leg.
MoonStrider laughed as she realized what Crimsonwing was trying to do.
"Are you trying to give me a bath, sweetspark?" she asked down to the sparkling, who nodded with a large, open-mouth smile. "Well then, let me move a bit." Crimsonwing shifted as she moved off the bench, sitting on the floor so the sparkling had more room. "There," she said with a smile. Crimsonwing moved the large sponge once more, slowly shifting it over her legs. MoonStrider ducked so that she could get the back of her helm when she was done with her legs. It took awhile, but MoonStrider was patient and was amused at the sparkling's efforts. Finally, MoonStrider was clean and let Crimsonwing guide her over to one of the pools after she turned off the shower.
Crimsonwing splashed around in the pool, her shyness gone now that she was in here with her. The sparkling pounced on the bubbles, popping some but creating more in the process. This led into an endless game of "Pop all the bubbles". MoonStrider was content to bask in the warm water, letting her wings submerge in the deeper end of the pool. It was nice.
She let Crimsonwing play for about a half a jour before it was time to leave. She took Crimsonwing into the drying room before leaving. After a short walk, she was back at the arena.
She took Crimsonwing back to their room, noticing that Megatronus was gone. MoonStrider didn't fret, she knew he'd be back within time.
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Megatronus hacked at his opponent, ripping pieces out of their frame like it was nothing. Energon spit out of torn cables and oozed from ripped mesh as he dug in with sharp talons. The crowd cheered as they died, their life dripping between Megatronus's digits as power scorched through his frame. Fighting gave him a high like no other, an invigorating buzz that drove him forward with a strength seldom paralleled.
He lived for this. Not for the killing and forced labor under the iron fist of Clench, but for the fight, the burn, the challenge it presented.
He ripped an arm off of the mech under him, some gladiator from Helix that came here to challenge his title. The little slag had come in, puffed out chassis, shiny finish, and a mouth on him. He had insulted Megatronus several times, and Megatronus dished out quite the verbal assault himself. The insults were tossed back and forth throughout the match, but the turning point was when the cheeky little glitch said something along the lines of "after he defeated Megatronus, he'd go lay claim on his little champion whore."
Obviously this was the worst thing to say to him. It was obvious because Megatronus kicked his aft right after. Now he was dead, and the crowd was cheering one name.
MEGATRONUS!
Megatronus ripped the helm from the mech's frame and held it up to the crowd. They roared in response, cheering loudly as the dead mech's energon trailed down his wrist and down his arm. He raised his other arm, holding his sword high in the sky. The crowd chanted his name in response.
MEGATRONUS!
MEGATRONUS!
He liked the sound of it, his name being screamed in awe and the power it filled him with. Megatronus threw the severed helm towards the crowd and mechs dived for it. He walked off the field, energon dripping down his front and his helm held high.
He was undefeated. No mech could beat him.
He headed to the wash racks and cleaned himself off, he didn't want to go back to his quarters and chance scaring Crimsonwing. He'd already got her comfortable around him, it wouldn't be good to get her scared of him again just because he didn't decide to wash the evidence of his opponent's death.
He got to the wash racks and began to wash down his frame. He was in the middle of getting his back when his comm pinged.
He checked it and let out a loud huff when he saw it was a hail from Clench. Megatronus was to be in his office in three klicks, which gave him barely enough time to finish his wash. He gave another huff and finished his wash.
Three klicks later, Megatronus was in Clench's office.
Megatronus had a bad feeling in his gut. The darker atmosphere and Clench in general set his denta on edge, and the extra four mechs in the room with them didn't help lessen it.
Megatronus looked over the mechs, noting that they were apart of Clench's higher circle of mechs, the ones that ran the arenas under Clench. They varied in sizes, the largest coming up to his chassis. He sized them up based on known strength, they were experienced fighters, but Megatrons could easily kill every last one of them.
Clench looked up from the datapad he was pretending to read, his face turning falsely pleased at his "unexpected" visit.
"Megatronus! My Champion." he said, standing with his arms outstretched as if he was welcoming him home from some trip. Megatronus kept his face stern and mildly displeased.
"Clench," he said with obvious distaste. "Why have you called for me?" Clench sighed with an exaggerated facetious manner.
"So rude, Megatronus. Too harsh for pleasantries with the mech that saved your life," he continued in the same manner. Megatron let out a humorless laugh.
"More like chained and enslaved me. I could have done without your 'saving'" he hissed. Clench gave him a dangerous look and Megatronus glared back.
"Be careful what you say, Megatronus." Clench said lowly. "There are many things that I have, that I've saved for you. And I can take them away just as easily."
Megatronus's armor bristled, puffing out in his anger and making him look even bigger. The other four mechs in the room (besides Clench) flinched back as this happened. They had a stare off for a long time, neither willing to submit to the other. It was Clench that broke the silence.
"I called you here for a reason Megatronus." he started and Megatronus slowly pulled his armor back to his frame.
"Why then?" he asked.
"The profits from your matches are lowering drastically." Clench informed, his tone turning displeased and serious. Megatronus raised an optical brow, curious and slightly concerned over this information.
"And why is that?" he asked.
"You," the arena Master said bluntly, causing Megatronus to let out a confused sound. So he continued. "You are winning every match, and no bot wants to see a fight they already know the outcome from. We need that to change."
"What do you mean?" Megatronus asked with a harsher tone, not liking what Clench was implying, but wishing to hear it straight from his mouth.
"We need you to lose."
Megatronus was silent for a long moment, shocked by Clenches statement.
He wanted him, the Champion of Kaon, to lose a fight, to be beaten by some lesser mech?
Megatronus threw his helm back and let out a loud, bellowing laugh. The mechs in the room shifted as the laugh slowly turned maniacal. They all watched as his laughs slowly dimming down before they cut off. His helm slowly lowered, a large grin on his face and a glint in his optics.
"Is that so?" he said lightly, a dark underlying implication piercing through their sparks.
Clench returned Megatronus's dangerous look, but not to the same degree.
"Yes, and you will lose, Megatronus." he ordered. Megatronus was getting tired of Clench: his demands, his pompous attitude, how he dangled MoonStrider's life before his face like a toy.
Megatronus leaned forward, his large frame hovering over the desk. His face contorted in his contained rage.
"No," he hissed. Clench's own face pinched.
"You will!" he spat, slapping his servos down on the desk and leaning forward himself, right into Megatronus's face.
"Never, Clench! I will continue to win matches whether i bring the credits in or not! You and your lackeys can shove a strut up your afts! You think you can control me, Clench, but you can't." his voice rattled the artifacts on the shelves. Two of the mechs in the room jumped onto Megatronus's back, making his legs buckle under the unexpected weight. Clench looked down at him, his dental clenched tightly in rage at his disobedience.
"YOU INSOLENT MECH! I'LL HAVE YOU TIED UP BY YOUR PEDS! I'LL HAVE YOUR FEMME AND THAT LITTLE RODENT YOU CALL A SPARKLING GUTTED IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE ARENA FOR YOUR DISOBEDIENCE!" Clench bellowed out, oral lubricant spraying from his mouth from the force of it.
Something within Megatronus snapped. He would never let this swine touch what belonged to him, never. It was like a dam expanding, he was tired of being controlled by others, he wanted to give the orders.
And now he would.
Megatronus jumped to the side, sliding out his sword and impaling one of the mechs on it. Energon sprayed onto his face as he used the force of his dive to lift the mech off the ground and then throw him over his helm into one of the other's mechs. The second one died after he started shooting acid pellets at his back. He met a gruesome end at the tip of his sword, seeing it first hand as it went through his optic.
He plowed into the third, bashing him in the gut with closed fists. The fourth mech jumped onto his back and started to wail on his helm. Megatronus let go of the mech in front of him and reached back to grab the mech on his back by his shoulders before throwing him off and into the other.
The two mechs were quickly taken care of, their bodies laying on the ground, their energon staining the floor as their frames turned gray. Megatronus looked and noted, with anger, that Clench had escaped in the chaos.
He felt… good, Powerful even. He finally got rid of the mech that had been holding him back from his full greatness. Now, he controlled the ring.
He turned and headed for the door, not seeing his reflection in the shiny walls of Clench's -former- office.
His optics were discolored.
(AN: hehe… Im evil~ AND YOU ALL LOVE ME! Mwahahahaa! *Thunder cracks*
Now, if any of you read "Transformers: Exodus" you will recognise where i got the last part from :3 Which meeeaaannnsssss~~~~~~~~ *Intense screaming*
I'll let you find that out yourselves )
Yes im an evil bitch, but you all read my stories anyway ;3
Guest: Yes, there will always be more chapters for this story
Bee4ever: Yeahhhhhh~ Megatronus is a cute father
Katie Gibbs: You might loose your teeth by the end of this story then XD. Oh yeah, if Clench lays a digit on Crimson, the claws will come out! You can lead the mob if he does... You just gave me an idea~
Alice Gone Madd: Yes he is, he's one of my favorite old bots, next to Ratchet.
Cybertron Bum: I knowwwwwww~~
MoonStrider1Fan: Loving the user name ;3 And i have updated!
Aya: Well then I am glad i have this story on multiple sites :D Yeah, im also hoping for a bit more, maybe something all three of them do together. They'd be so cute~
Till All Are One!