Chapter 37 everyone!
Anyway, disclaimer: I do not own transformers prime, it belongs to Hasbro.
Warnings: you tell me.
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Chapter 37
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Silas was calm. Cool. Collected.
As he moved, he held confidence in where he went as he ran. His men were tense, but they followed their leader nonetheless, trusting him blindly in their destination.
Their leader opened a panel in the wall, and typed away a password, and suddenly a pair of doors opened, allowing the men to go in first, before going in with them, the doors sliding close.
When the doors closed, there was a soft green glow that filled the room. Silas walked towards a giant glass cylinder, big enough to hold Bulkhead and half of Breakdown. It was filled with a green liquid.
Inside, was a large being of black, red and grey metal, with wires attached to it's body, keeping it's spark alive. Silas walked over, placing a hand over the glass, looking at the being with a serious, considering look.
"Sir?"
Silas didn't look away, "Prepare to awake specimen zero-zero-one."
"But sir, we don't know what could happen if we wake it up," one of his men stated, "What if it turns on us, and joins the others?"
"Something tells me this one will take care of the…..infestation easily," Silas answered, "Besides, we do need more than on lab rat…." Then he narrowed his eyes, "Now wake up specimen zero-zero-one."
"Yes sir."
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Megatron looked around, teeth grit, as he moved down the halls. He was wary for any sneak attacks from MECH.
So much has happened tonight, and his mind was filled with mixed emotions. He felt a sense of hatred, and need to kill the humans. But also, he felt a sense of pride and joy, and bit of sadness that his son had begun to speak his first word and took his first steps, yet it had to be in this terrible place.
Why….did this happen?
He touched the small scars beginning to heal on his arms. Then he touched the scars on his face plates.
The ones Straxus had given to him, as punishment for disobedience. And the ones Optimus had kissed on the night he admitted his feelings for him.
No matter how good things seem to be going for me, I am tortured, and broken for it, the silver mech off-lined his optics, as he thought this.
He was on his way to becoming a great medic, then he was sold off like a cheap pleasure slave. He becomes leader of the Decepticons, but is forced to be cold and cruel, to gain their respect. His Prime admits he loves him, returns his feelings, and then, he and their sparkling are held captive and tortured, like disobedient animals.
Megatron off-lined his optics, and stopped, bowing his helm.
This time, I won't let my once captors get away with this.
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Optimus woke up with a groan, when something nudged him in the side.
"Get up."
He on-lined his optics, and everything was blurry, as light shined right into his optics.
"C'mon Prime, don't you black out on me!"
"Uh….what….?" as his vision began to clear, he realized there was a flash light shining in his optics. He sat up slowly, and two pairs of servos helped him to sit up.
"That's it, Prime, nice and easy…." He was eased back up to stand on his feet, before he reached up to rub his helm. It ached.
His vision cleared, and when he saw the two mechs who had helped him up, he immediately jumped back with a yell backing up to the wall. Galvatron and Cyclonus looked at Optimus, with wide optics to his reaction.
"Are you hurt?" Cyclonus asked.
Optimus snarled, "No, I am not hurt, I am simply…" he stumbled a bit, "….disoriented…."
The two mechs didn't move towards the Prime for a few moments, allowing him to collect himself, before they went to him.
Galvatron made a small pattern with his finger over Optimus' helm. He mumbled something under his breath, and suddenly, Optimus didn't feel so disoriented anymore.
The Prime stared at the two mechs for a moment.
Then he nodded, "Thank you."
"I didn't do it for you, I did it because Megatronus loves you, and you make him happy," Galvatron hissed.
Optimus suddenly gasped, "Where is he? I…." he looked around, "Scrap…."
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There was a loud hum, as the systems of specimen zero-zero-one on-lined. Cracks of neon green formed in lines on black proto-form, under the red and grey armor. Claw like servos twitched, and a blood red visor slowly began to glow dimly, before escalating into a bright red.
Fangs showed, as the large mech hissed, at being awake, his throat sore. The mech sat up slowly, looking around at his surroundings.
Silas watched as their very first specimen, the one they gathered so many years ago, looked around, his visor flashing.
They had placed a small control device within the specimen's processor that controlled his motor relays, therefore if he tried to attack them, they could easily stop him without damaging him.
The mech stood up. He was taller than Prime, and more muscular.
His face plates were a light shade of blue, along with his claw like fingers. He appeared to be a seeker alt. mode, and he had sharp, pointed wings, much shorter than Starscream's.
The large mech looked down at the humans in fascination, rubbing his chin, as an ominous smirk formed on his face, as he gazed at Silas.
"Well….it appears I am on a different planet. I don't recall there being any form of animate, organic objects on Cybertron," he purred, leaning down to look straight at Silas, "Fascinating indeed. What are you exactly?"
"We are MECH, humans who study for the newest technological weaponry," Silas said to the large mech, "And we have held you in our lab for the past thirty years. Today, we decided to wake you up from your nap. And you are….?"
The mech smirked, "Call me Jhiaxus. I am guessing by what's on the monitors, that you already know what I am, so there is no need to tell you what planet I'm from. Now tell me…." He leaned forwards, "What's to keep me from skewering half of your mech, and saving the other half for my….experiments?"
Jhiaxus smiled, baring his fangs, but his smile froze in shock, when he found he couldn't move to touch the human.
"We have placed a controller into your processor that takes control of your motor refunds. So that if you try to harm anyone, you will be paralyzed for a moment, long enough for us to shoot you down. We need you to…" Silas hummed, "Take care of a small infestation, starting with…." He tapped at the computer screen, and up appeared an image of Megatron, "this little lab rat."
Jhiaxus stared for a moment, before he squealed in glee, "Oh organics, you have truly made my day! I haven't seen my little experiment for eons…." He purred rubbing his chin, "I wonder if he still remembers me. I will be most insulted if he didn't. Hmm…." He quirked an optics ridge, "What's in it for me though?"
"You get your freedom. And if you're good, we'll give you any humans we can for your experimentation," Silas answered, "And if you are able to capture our other lab rats, I'll let you keep Megatron as your own."
The mech stood there, wings twitching, contemplating the proposal, before he stood up and headed down the corridor. He turned though with a grin directed at Silas.
"I accept your proposal," and then he went out.
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Megatron walked forwards, looking around, his red optics narrowed.
How hard was it to find a simple group of humans? Honestly!
If Silas had any "guts", as Miko would say, he' show his ugly mug to him. He now had a valid reason as to why he really, really did not like humans, other than they were good at sneaking pop rocks into his energon. He still adored Miko, Raf and Jack, but Primus, their pranks could be annoying.
At the thought of them, a sense of longing filled Megatron. He missed his little humans right now, and he was worried about them. Maybe he should turn back and go home to them?
No! You've come this far already! Don't blow your chances of gaining retribution from those disgusting, murderers!
His energon boiled, as he remember the pain and torture his son had been put through under the hands of mech. With new resolve, he resumed his search, and focused solely on it.
The silver mech stomped down, letting off a small growl of frustration, as he moved forwards. Then he stopped, when he heard heavy footsteps from up ahead.
Unsheathing his dagger, Megatron prepared for the slaughter of those disgusting, sadistic humans.
"Come and face me, if you think you have what it takes….." he hissed.
There was a soft chuckle, before something shot out, attached to his dagger and yanked it out of his grasp. Then, two tentacle like appendages wrapped around his arms.
"What in the….?"
There was a cackled form ahead of him, and Megatron froze, optics wide, as an old feeling of terror filled him. He felt like someone had put ice on him and froze him up.
His worst nightmare stepped forwards, red visor glowing with malicious intent.
"Hello, my little experiment. Miss me?"
His voice seemed to go dry as he whispered the name of his worst fear, "Jhiaxus…."
"Oh, my little experiment, I'm so happy you remember me!" he snickered, "I heard you're single, now that my little brother, Straxus is dead. Good thing, because now I have you all to myself…."
Megatron yelped, as he was yanked forwards, and the ropes suddenly wrapped around him, and tied him up. The silver mech winced, as they squeezed and left dents in his armor.
A clawed servo traced his cheek, and Jhiaxus smiled evilly down at him.
"I will enjoy taking you as my own, little experiment…." He hissed.
Megatron was still frozen, only now in disbelief, and fear at the implication of Jhiaxus' words. He didn't mean…..
The leer thrown Megatron's way confirmed it, and he whimpered, and squirmed slightly in his tight bonds, but this only caused Jhiaxus' smile to widen further.
"No…." he whispered.
"Oh yes."
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