Hammerhead.
Warnings: Violence, bad language, gore and possibly some sex.
"Through this doorway what's on the other side, never knowing exactly what I'll find, locked and loaded, voices screaming: let's go, come on do it, here we go!" – Hammerhead, the Offspring.
Timing: Post season 2 finale, set few weeks after Beauty of the Beast in my very own BotB Prime Timeline (due to the fact that season 3 – The Beast Hunters is about to be aired at the end of March).
Rating: M (alternative – if there will be any – or extended chapters will go MA and will be available on my Tumblr account .com).
Pairings: Megatron and June, Bumblebee and Miko, maybe some Shockwave and Arcee.
Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story's plot and OC's © me. There may be some OC's that aren't mine – they belong to their respective creators.
Carrying on.
Megatron stood at the top of New Kaon and watched the sunset. It has become his new custom to come here and just enjoy few moments of peace when he could just enjoy his optics with the play of light. It reminded him the first time he watched this particular star setting behind this particular mud ball's horizon.
Those moments of tranquillity became sacred for everyone; even Starscream would rather consume his own thrusters than disturb his Master at this time of a cycle. Everyone stepped on the very tips of their pedes making no sounds and just letting their One True Leader to have his way. It was easier and safer to just do so.
Megatron on his part was happy that his crew understood what he wanted. Just few moments for himself when no one would bother him, no one would whine and no one – namely Starscream – would grovel. Just Megatron and his thoughts.
But those thoughts were lately haunted by a single figure, Megatron tried to forget, to ignore the vision that appeared every time of off-lined his optics; but without desired effect. The tiny, slim form was there no matter what.
The sun finally disappeared behind the horizon with barely noticeable green spark and Megatron gave one last glance to western skies as they became darker. He turned on his heel and almost jumped.
Shockwave stood silently observing Megatron without a single word. The ex-politician waited patiently for the Overlord to pay him attention. Megatron never required solitude during his quiet moment but his mechs simply assumed that he preferred to be alone. Shockwave apparently didn't think that it was necessary. In all honesty Megatron indeed liked to be alone or this short time but he never forbid anyone to join him.
"What do you need Shockwave?" Megatron learned long time ago that with Shockwave direct approach worked best, it was logical and the one eyed Decepticon felt most comfortable with it.
"I have finished setting up laboratories and workshops as you wished, My Liege." Said the one-eyed Decepticon and paused as if he wanted to say more but didn't know if he would be listened.
Megatron turned around to give his head scientist a look. "And?" He asked knowing that there was more.
"I have discovered that the energy supply is not efficient enough for our needs. Laboratories and workshops consume more energy than our generators are able to provide them. My suggestion is to obtain additional power source." Shockwave paused for a moment but Megatron didn't say anything. "I can assembly a generator that could serve as power source for entire research area relieving our main power plants if I had resources."
"What resources?"
"Parts to build such a generator, My Liege."
Megatron narrowed his optics. As far as he knew and cared, Shockwave was embodiment of logic, he never did anything because he felt like, the mech always had more than good reason for everything he did. He never acted on whim, he always calculated and planned. If he said that he needed another power plant for the base, then he needed another power plant. And if he claimed he can build one if given right parts, then he could.
"We can obtain entire working generator." Said the Warlord.
"Local technology isn't efficient enough for our needs but re-building existing device would make my work easier and faster." Shockwave silenced for few seconds as he made quick calculations. "The laboratory and workshop area require four times more energy than initiation of a Spacebridge. Generator powering our Spacebridge is capable of producing exactly 1.8 times more energy than we require without any modifications. This means that I require two large generators of the same kind that powers the Spacebridge, after upgrading them I should easily obtain enough energy and still have reserve."
"Good. Arrange everything with Starscream, he will find you generators you need." Megatron glanced back to the western horizon but all colours already faded. "Then we will proceed to obtain them."
"Yes My Liege." Shockwave bowed stiffly and left.
Megatron knew that neither Shockwave nor Starscream liked each other very much. Both were scientists and their fields of expertise partially covered each other but both mechs presented different kinds of approach.
Shockwave always proceeded with elegant firmness of one that know exactly what one is doing, after all he always did. Shockwave never performed any experiment without throughout research and never worked when unsure of all the procedures he would perform. And he always succeeded.
Starscream on the other servo was archetypical mad scientist. He usually approached the problem, looked at it and then proceeded only to find out what will happen if he'll do one thing or another. The results were sometimes dangerous, often disgusting, usually appal and almost always hilarious. And they tend to end with Starscream in undignified position (both literally and metaphorically). He happened to have successes, but he mostly had results – which are not the same.
Shockwave was perfect scientist and researcher; he was champion in providing Decepticons with new technologies or recovering ancient ones that were long forgotten.
Starscream was best as a soldier. After all his enthusiastic approach was best on the battlefield or during an action and not in the lab. He could supervise and perform scientific duties, but after that epic accident with The Electromagnet (that no one wanted to talk about, ever, and after which avoided an optic contact with others for a groon) he was banned from physics laboratories with sole exception if he had to fix his personal weapons, and even then only under supervision of Soundwave or Megatron himself.
And thus Shockwave would work with Starscream. Shockwave would build those generators but Starscream would help him to acquire all he needed and would know what to look for and how to handle it. After all, Starscream wasn't really that incompetent, he was just experiment-happy.
Megatron shrugged remembering The Electromagnet Incident. He wasn't part of it but the mere memory of what he saw made him want to scrub his armour with sand paper.
Phone rang loudly in darkness of the night. A hand found its way to a nightstand and managed to reach the mobile. There was a deep sigh as owner of the phone checked who was calling and if it was important enough to actually answer.
"Silia?" A man's voice asked as if he already knew the answer.
"What is it?" A feminine voice growled silently.
"We're almost ready."
There was moment of silence. "How far are we?"
"Field tests." The man on the other end of the line answered without as much as a trait of hesitation.
"What are the results?"
"Success. There are still imperfections but they are minor."
"What imperfections?" Woman asked with practiced calm.
"All parameters are below expected levels but far above the absolute minimum we have set. In time we will perfect it but it is sufficient enough as it is and should work according to our plans."
"Good. We may proceed now." There was slight tint of pleasure in woman's voice but otherwise she was still calm.
"Where are you?" The man asked.
"Just outside of Carson City."
"Good, we will be able to reach you before the noon."
"Very good. Call me in the morning from the same number you did now. We will meet in the city."
The woman ended the call and placed the phone back on the night stand. She wasn't sleepy anymore but knew that she needed good rest as it looked that the next day will be very busy indeed.
The woman known as Silia stretched and lay back on the bed in some motel room on the outskirts of Carson City. Nevada became very interesting state lately, especially for her.
TBC
AN.
To Kaleia.
I'm glad you found the full version. The reason why I did not put the entire version here is because of FF's politics. You can put here M rated stories bot not MA (Mature Adult). MA stories can be deleted and I didn't want that to happen so I've put the full version of the Queen of the Night on Tumblr, my account is labelled NSFW so it contain vary mature materials and thus I can publish there more "juicy" things.
Thank you guys for your favs, follows, comments and reviews (depending on where did you found this – FF or dA).
See you in the third chapter 3