New chapter!
Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers unfortunately.
Warnings: You tell me.
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Chapter 37
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"EEEEEAAAAAGH!"
The beast raised its head in surprise at the loud scream, his optics settling on the strange creature that had made that sound. He stared at it for a moment, before he narrowed his optics and gave a small growl at the strange one. He stepped over his unconscious creator and walked towards it.
The fear coming off of it was strong in waves as he approached the silver being. So strong, he could almost smell it from it in an unpleasant robust aroma. He bared his fangs at the creature, in an attempt at intimidation. He wanted to show this strange one who was the alpha.
He walked closer, forcing it into a wall. A silver gleam shone off this one's armor, before he leaned forwards and sniffed over it. He gave another snarled, giving a small snap of his jaws—not to cause harm, no, but to put an extra edge—and gave a small lick to its cheek.
"Hmm…." He hummed, before he stiffened and tensed when a scent of sweetness breached his nasal sensors.
A pleased, tingle ran up his spinal array as he breathed in more of it.
Only one person he could remember made that scent.
It's…her….. He thought to himself, before he hissed softly in recognition. The femme from his dreams….her scent and her figure were the same as he remembered…..
His initiative changed as he gave her a small nudge the arm. A cry of surprise escaped her, making him tilt his helm at her reaction. He gave her a slightly harder nudge, making her yelp when her back scraped against the wall. She gasped when he started to paw at her with his talons gently.
He gave a small growl of annoyance.
What was going on with this femme…..?
Ultracia tried to make herself a small as possible as her spark was beating rapidly in its casing. She attempted to back away from the creature, but she forgot she was pressed flat on her back against the wall. Her intakes began working hard when anxiety spread through her, placing imagined weights on her pedes and rendering her motionless.
She gulped as he placed a sharp talon beneath her chin and made her look into those bright, narrowed optics.
A small whine escaped her as those large wings wrapped around her to form a sort of cage before the dragon-like creature leaned down towards her, taking in a deep intake.
"Hmm….as lovely as ever…."
Her optics widened when he spoke to her, her lip plates shaking as she tried to speak, and yet she couldn't the moment that soft baritone reached her audios. Her spark was beating hard within its casing. For some reason she couldn't break from her stupor of shock and fear. So entranced, she didn't notice the movement nor heard the slithering hiss of something moving by her pedes.
The beast chuckled, "…and you shall become even lovelier…"
K-SHNK!
Her optics widened as something injected into her back, right between her shoulder struts. The talons grabbed her arms and pinned them to her sides and made her stay absolutely still as she screamed when pain wracked through her frame.
The beast remained calm, as his tail's barb began pumping the mutagen needed into the Cybertronian femme he held still in his talons.
He had only used it once before on a mech before he had been stasis locked after said mech had suffered from his systems being too weak to accept the changes to his body. But this…this femme seemed to different….his instincts told him she could take it….
He tightened his grip slightly when she tried to squirm away weakly.
"Shh…." He hissed, "it will be over soon…."
"Uh…." Ultracia coughed as her systems began to slow and shut down for stasis.
He nudged his helm against her cheek gently in a sign of comfort, before he felt her go limp in his servos and lean her helm on his as the last of the fluids from his tail drained in. He gently removed the barb from her back, before turning her around.
He gently licked over the puncture wound between her shoulder struts to clean it. The healing fluids began to set to work as the wound sealed over and began to slowly dull and stop bleeding. Once he was satisfied it was closed and healed, trapping the mutagen inside, the beast gently laid her down on her side on the ground, caressing her helm gently.
He gave a small affectionate nuzzle to her helm, "I will return for you….once your transformation is complete…." he promised, with a small lick to her cheek, before he turned and walked off to find a suitable nesting space to hide from the others. He knew there were others, he could sense them and with a femme like her on this base? He knew she wasn't alone here.
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Something hadn't felt right before he heard the screams. He didn't have to listen long when his spark began to spasm and zoom in its casing when fear and pain reached him through the creator-creation bond. He had been getting a cube of energon from the dispenser when he heard them. His carrier programming and his seeker protocols went erratic as he realized that one of his children was in danger.
He went straight to the stairs that lead straight to the storage chambers on the ground floors beneath the base, his pedes moving quickly to get him to his child in need. He jumped over a few railings and skipped a few steps to get down there as fast as he could.
It wasn't until he reached the doors to the storage that the pain suddenly stopped. He froze where he was, his servo just hovering over the handle of the door, when he began to feel nothing from the other side of the bond, no matter how much he prodded at it.
He shook his helm in disbelief, before yanked the door open and ran straight in and down the corridors. He made turns here and there, trying to sense his child's spark, as he frantically searched for them, until he stopped at one sharp turn.
The sight before him shook him to his core.
Lying on the floor, limp and motionless as she remained there, Megatron felt his worst fear dawning at him.
"No…" he whispered, before he ran towards her. He grabbed his daughter's shoulder and turned her over slowly, before checking her throat for a pulse.
Relief flooded him when he felt the soft, weak but noticeable pulse of energon being pumped through his daughters systems. He touched her cheek gently, tracing one of her optic ridges. Right before he noticed the high-security storage chamber wide open.
And a certain spider-mech scientist he knew lying on the ground before an unlocked stasis pod!
In about five seconds flat, Megatron's relief and concern switched to parental rage as he stood up and went straight over to the unconscious mech.
Tarantulas woke up when the sudden sound of a pede stomping right into front of his face plates made him jolt out of stasis. A familiar, silver, sharp pede, as he looked up to its very, very enraged owner.
Megatron glared down at him, his servos held out like he was ready to wrap them around the spider-mech's neck and break it in his grasp as his wings were held high.
"Uh…Megatron, sir, what….?"
"What. Have. You. DONE?!" Megatron roared, his brightened optics flashed like pit-fire.
Tarantulas shuttered his optics, before he attempted to back away from his angered superior. He gulped before he felt a servo close over his throat and yanked him up to the silver flier's optic level. Megatron continued glaring, his optics glaring at him before he made Tarantulas look in the direction of the opened stasis pod.
"Why is that open Tarantulas? Why isn't the beast locked away? Why is my DAUGHTER lying unconscious on the ground behind me?!"
The small mech shuttered his optics behind his visor, before he peaked over Megatron's shoulder and then gaped in horror when he saw Ultracia's current state. Had the Predacon…?!
"M-m-my Lord, I swear I didn't mean to open the stasis pod and let the creature loose! I only came down to see him one last time in farewell, for closure because I wanted some form of closure! I swear, his release was unintentional!" he felt the grip on his throat tightened slightly, "Megatron, please I didn't….!"
The glare and snarl from the former warlord immediately shut the spider up, before he was placed back on his pedes.
"We need to get Ultracia out of here and then inform the base that we have a dangerous creature loose! Notify Shockwave and have the entire base gathered in the rec. room in fifteen cycles! Immediately!" Megatron snapped, as he went over and lifted his daughter and walked down the corridors to the stairs with the spider bot immediately activating his comm. link and went into his hunter mode as he followed his commander.
"Tarantulas to Shockwave, we have a code 437-Alpha! Repeat, a code 437-Alpha! Gather everyone to the rec. room for Megatron within fifteen cycles! NOW!"
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Again, scrap has hit the fan.
And (gasp) What's going to happen to Ultracia now?! Tarantulas, you may want to start finding a hiding place.
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