Part 1-
Heat surrounded the young Prime as he made his way across the battlefield, he looking for his commander and mentor.
"ALPHA! ALPHA, WHERE ARE YOU?!"
He covered his optics when an explosion happened in front of him, he got thrown.
"Amal'! Over here!"
The Prime reset his optics and looked over to where the voice of his older brother called. The familiar red, silver, blue and purple armour of Alpha Trion relaxed the younger.
"Oh, thank Primus" he scrambled to his pedes and ran to his mentor, stopping just in front of him and saluting, "ready to report for duty, Sir!"
Alpha Trion shook his helm fondly and placed a servo on the other's shoulder plating, guiding him towards a familiar building. They entered through a secret passage.
"Amal', I am sending off the Iacon Relics, are you able to get back home fine?"
He nodded, "the Lovixa Device is just two halls down from the heavily armed entrance, I'll make it"
Alpha looked relived, "good, then go. I will be there as soon as all of them have departed"
The Prime dipped his helm and headed off. As he passed the entrance, he heard the metal give and it was blown off. His tekhelet shaded optics narrowed and he dropped into a fighting stance, his optics dimming to a sapphire blue to see better through the smoke.
Decepticons invaded.
Something hit the back of his head.
Everything went dark.
…
Sapphire optics flickered on and gazed around.
A dark grey and purple chassis was in his peripheral.
"This one is awake, bring it to Oricx" a deep, yet high pitched voice demanded.
Strong, clawed servos grabbed his and forced him against a wall before forcing his arms behind his back and snapping Energon cuffs around his wrists. Amal' hissed and tried to fight but with the effects of stasis the Decepticon easily overpowered him.
"Stop struggling and you'll keep your wings" the young Prime felt claws trace where his doorwings connected to his body and froze, "very good, Autobot"
The mech pulled Amal' up and forced him to walk. They passed cells, blue and yellow optics watching from inside; they passed a large computer and entered a room with an even bigger computer and a window to show outside.
"Welcome" a femme voice, soft yet crystal clear, greeted, "I hope my enforcers didn't hurt you too much"
Amal' looked up and saw a deep gold femme with green accents and glowing red optics.
"Oh, I love being punched out and forced into a wall when I wake up" Amal' sarcasmed.
She barked out a heavenly laugh, throwing her helm back with her mouth open, revealing sharp denta's.
"You are a funny one, Elite Officer" she grinned at him, "tell me, what is your designation?"
His optics narrowed, "Why? Who wants to know?"
She smirked, "your soon-to-be commander-"
Amal' scoffed.
She grabbed his chin and pulled him close to her faceplates, "I can make your remaining life-cycle worse than the Pit"
He leaned in closer and gave a grin of his own, "have fun with that"
Her optics blazed and she let go of him, "put him in Containment Cell 9-0-2, no contact for 2 orns"
The two holding him dragged him away.
…
Two orns later, Amal' found himself back with the commander of the ship.
He once again refused to tell her anything and this time she put him in isolation for four orns.
This repeated, each time she added two orns to his isolation time.
However, after the third time she brought in someone that made him speak.
...
"What is your designation?"
Amal' looked away.
"Fine, bring in the other prisoner"
Two Vehicon Clones entered, dragging in a battered Alpha Trion.
Amal's eyes widened and he jerk up straighter, "Alpha!"
"Either you answer my questions and he lives, or you don't and he pays the price"
Amal' looked over to his mentor and his mentor shook his helm.
"Not going to answer?" her optics glistened with sadism, "take the Archivist's left servo"
"NO!"
Energon splattered to the ground and the old mech let out a pained groan.
"Will you tell me your name, or do I have to take his other servo?"
Amal' looked down, he remembered the smoke that blinded him as the Decepticons stormed the Hall of Records and got an idea.
"Smokescreen" he quickly said, "my designation is Smokescreen!"
She grinned, "what was your reason for being at the Hall of Records, Smokescreen?"
He hesitated, but quickly spoke when a Vehicon placed a blade on Alpha's wrist.
"I was selected as the protector of the Head Archivist of the Hall of Records" he replied.
"Is that so" her optics flickering to Alpha Trion and she grinned even bigger, "didn't do much to ensure his safety, did you?"
Smokescreen flinched.
"Kill him"
"NO!"
Smokescreen could only watch as the Vehicon shot his mentor through the Spark.
The young bot stared in shock at the spot; coolant trapped in his optics.
"Now, you will join us, or you will watch everyone who you worked with and for offline"
Smokescreen closed his optics, tilting his head down and away. A single coolant tear slid down his metal cheek.