Authors note

I would really like you to comment what you think of my story and maybe even share any ideas of what you might want to see. I got the idea of making a series of one-shots containing my OCs and the characters in the show. They won't necessarily be canon but I thought it would be fun and I would really like to dive deeper into the relationship of Toni and Widow. Is it a good idea? Share you opinions in the comments.

The techno-organics

Chapter 15

Freedom could feel the substance burn stronger in her veins. It meant he was close, she didn't want to fight him, she just needed to keep him away from the others long enough for them to rescue the twins. She turned the other way and the burning sensation faded. She kept running and was careful not to run into any soldiers that would stop her.

She had known about Megatron for some time now. When she was younger, she was maybe six months old but had the intelligence and the body on an ten year old. She had successfully crept out of her locked quarters one night and wandered the halls while she enjoyed the intoxicating rush of breaking the rules. The base was not much different from daytime, the lights were always on and the halls were just as clean and smelling of nothing but metal and chemicals. The only difference was that it was almost no one there. She could hear people walking her way but she always made sure to hide or run away. Her goal was their main computer, she hoped it contained information on who her original might be, and maybe even tell who her human counterpart is. They maybe missed her, maybe they both waited for the scientists to let them meet her. If she found out more about them then maybe she could contact them and let them know she was okay and plan when they would meet. As Freedom finally reached the room containing the big computer, she was surprised by two men walking out, she recognized them; one was her trainer and one was her doctor. Before any of them could lay eyes on her, she had already jumped and clamped herself on the roof. She watched the door as it closed and very carefully and very quietly, she reached into her pocket to take out a pen that she threw right between the door and the wall. It stopped the door from closing completely, otherwise she would need one of their key cards to re-open it. When she was sure they were gone she let go of the roof and landed gently on the floor. She ran towards the door and checked if anybody else was inside before taking the pen and walked inside. As she reached the computer she bit into her finger in order to draw some blood and held it over the keyboard so it could drop down. The purple liquid they had forced into her had a strange effect on technology. It woke to life and obeyed all of her commands.

"Show me the file containing the information about our extra-terrestrial originals." She commanded and it obeyed, showing the file she searched for.

"First, bring me the file about subject OP-9's original." She commanded but in a low tone in order to remain hidden. Alabaster had asked their guardians about her original for weeks but they always refused. This gave her opportunity to give her what she wanted. She scanned trough the file, looking trough the pictures they had of him and skimmed trough the information.

"This will make OP-9 happy." She thought for herself before moving over to the reason she was there.

"Bring me the file about subject MT-14's original." Yes, that was what she was called back then. How she loathed to even think about it. They didn't have names, they had serial numbers. You don't give people serial numbers, you give serial numbers to objects in order to categorize and differ them apart. The computer obeyed again, and when she opened the file she was greeted by a picture of a big dangerous looking robot. Freedom stood there for maybe two minutes and stared at the picture in spooked silence. It was taken from the side and he didn't seem to notice someone taking his picture. At the top of the page was his name written in big letters.

"Megatron." She whispered and her heart warmed as she said his name. When the small shock was gone she carefully dragged her fingers over the screen and whispered in her sweet childish voice, "daddy". But as she read trough the file she started to regret ever finding them. It was row after row that described what kind of monster he was. He was a warlord that destroyed his own planet, he has tortured, killed and massacred not only his own species but also the inhabitants of other planets. One picture in the file truly struck fear into little MT-14 and that still haunts Freedom's dreams. It was one of her original standing on the edge of a cliff over a canyon that glowed greatly with purple. His face was the product of nightmares, it gave of the same purple glow, mad eyes and sharklike teeth like he was a demon. She wanted to cry right there as she looked into the face of the one she was made from. It could no be, there was no way, please let this be a bad dream, she did not want her father to be a monster. The sound of faint voices pulled her back to reality, she held her finger against the computer and the purple liquid left the machine and seeped right back into her and closed her wound in the process. She made her way back to her quarters without being caught and as soon as she was back in her bed she cried into her pillow while the new information taunted her mind.

She was struck with burning heat all over her body and stopped abruptly in her tracks, but the pain vanished as quickly as it has suddenly appeared. Freedom ran her fingers over her arms and wondered what just happened.

"There you are." A dark raspy voice said behind her. Freedom turned quickly on her heel and faced the silver giant. He was identical to the pictures in the file but much bigger then what she had imagine, and she noted the big cannon he had on his arm.

"It took some time finding you, I guess you could feel my presence just like I felt yours." He stated instead of asking. Freedom stood rigid with terror in her eyes before taking a deep breath and getting into battle stance as her amber eyes turned identical to Megatron's. He seemed to notice the similarities and growled annoyed. The tension was filling the air around them, most of it seemed to originate from Megatron's rage which almost gave Freedom goosebumps. They both waited for the other one to make a move, for one of them to start the fight. But ever since she started to live with the humans she had made herself a rule, "You're never allowed to start fights, but if someone else starts it, make sure to end it." And as she expected, Megatron made the first move. He fired a few shoots at her which she blocked with her right arm, and when the smoke cleared Megatron expected to have shot it of her body. Instead it had burned of most of her skin in order to reveal her arm transformed. It was almost identical to Megatron's, covered in purple and silvery metal with clawlike fingers and equipped with a fusion cannon. A few spikes even poked out of her shoulder like an incomplete armor. Megatron was outraged but he kept his cool as he unsheathed his sword and Freedom followed his example. They charged towards each other and their blades slashed against each other. They kept this dance going and threw in a few kicks and punches in order to make their opponent fall. Despite his size, Megatron was a very fast and agile fighter which caught Freedom of guard, but he had trouble fighting in such a confined area. Freedom who was smaller used it to her benefit where she would jump on the walls and then thrust herself forward in order to throw really powerful punches. One of those attacks made Megatron fly backwards into a wall and fall on his knees. Freedom tried to shoot him but Megatron had thrown himself to the side as she attacked and grabbed Freedom in order to smash her into the floor. A big dent was made where she landed and she gasped at impact.

"I'm glad I found you," He said and pointed the tip of his sword dangerously close to her face. "Now I get to exterminate you myself." He attempted to stab her, but before he succeeded she raised her hands and big amounts of bright red flames erupted from her palms. It threw the silver mech away and he hissed at the sudden pain.

"Too bad that I won't give you that pleasure, father." Freedom said with poison on her tongue as she rose up gasping with her hands still giving of smoke. Megatron sheathed his sword before firing a number of shots at her. She responded to his attack by firing a few shots with her own cannon. As the blazing orbs met in midair they were both momentarily blinded by a bright light. When it had disappeared, Freedom blinked panicked, attempting to fix her sight. A thick white fog had been laid before her eyes and she spun herself around trying to spot where Megatron was. All Freedom saw was a big shadow coming towards her and she defended herself by raising her arms and made another storm of fire in the shadows direction. She heard his dark voice grunt and fired in that direction again, but she could no longer hear him. She just suddenly felt an immense pain erupt from her midsection before it was redoubled as he pulled out his sword and grabbed her by the throat from behind.

"I wish I had more soldiers that had the same talent and spirit as you." He said in a terrifyingly calm and collected manner. His hand moved from her throat and grabbed her by her hair and lifted her so he could look onto those eyes that was so annoyingly alike to his own. Freedom felt him put his blade against her neck, cold metal covered in warm blood, but she did not break eye contact.

"Too bad you aren't a true cybertronian, you would be an excellent Decepticon." He raised his sword and swung it towards her neck. Before it could touch her, Freedom had grown a row of metallic teeth over her normal ones, caught the blade in her mouth and shattered it as he watched Megatron dead in the eyes. He recognized that gaze, it was murderous and could only be found on those who have killed numerous times for survival and are also willing to go great lengths to win their battles. The look of a true gladiator. He took a few steps backwards in order to observe the girl better. Freedom spit out the bloody pieces of the blade before heating up her hands and putting them over the wound. She let out an chilling scream of agony before rising up again on her feet. As Megatron watched her, an unsettling smile crept over his face and he gave of an amused laugh. He haven't had this much fun in ages, she reminded him of some of the other gladiators he fought in Kaon. They fought for their lives and the freedom they thought one day would come. They fought without remorse, without boundaries and fought to the point they were left half dead. The only one who could still stimulate his love for battle was Optimus Prime, but even he had started to get too familiar. This new creature, that was made from his own CNA, had the spirit of a true gladiator. She fought just as fiercely and he could see she had honed her skills in an arena, just like him. He realized that to kill her right off would be foolish without even considering the possibilities. He could train her, teach her, make her into the perfect soldier. And if the day came when he no longer could rule the Decepticons, he could give his post to her and in that way, a part of him would still have the Decepticons under his rule. She could carry on his legacy.

"Why are you laughing?" Freedom asked with her eyebrows furrowed and bearing her metallic teeth before letting them sink back into her gum.

"I'm just pleased that you didn't show to be a failed experiment. I haven't had the pleasure of fighting a fellow gladiator in a long time." He stretched out his hand in an almost welcoming manner. "Care to share your name, dear?" He purred and it made the girl shiver at how his manner so suddenly changed.

"Freedom. My name is Freedom." She hesitantly answered.

"Freedom," He repeated. "How sweet, you took a concept of out most beauty and made it into a beautiful name. A name fitting the Decepticon cause." He chuckled coldly again and Freedom put her hand at the hurting wound as chills traveled trough her like an alarm. "I was wrong, you will be a fine Decepticon after all." Was his final word before he attacked. Freedom fought back as good as she could, but she was weakened and the ruthless warlord used that to his advantage. He delivered powerful blows close to her injury which enhanced the pain and made her lose even more power. Freedom tried to use her fire manipulation but she was too injured to make any real damage on the towering gladiator. He finally punched her across the face and made her fly across the hallway. Tired and injured she tried to heave herself up again as she coughed up blood and heard loud steps coming her way. Megatron knew she would pass out soon and therefor it was no longer any reason to keep tormenting her. But she refused to give in, she forced herself to carry her beaten body, as the wound had been torn open and bleed again. She only succeeded to stand on her knee as she threw another weak punch. Megatron caught her fist, the one that was so alike to his own, and knelt beside the girl.

"You fought well," He whispered gently and drew his fingers trough her soft hair, "My little gladiator". The gesture was supposed to be tender but Freedom wore a face of terror, like a rabbit who've been caught by a hunter. She saw that face again, the one with mad purple eyes and with the head glowing in a way that made him look like a skull. Her eyes started to follow her body's example and began to feel heavy.

"No," She whimpered, "Canary, can you hear me?" She moved past Megatron and stood on her legs for just a moment before she collapsed again and clutched at her wound. The silver mech walked over to her and turned her around in order to get a better look at the injury he had inflicted. He brought his gun towards her gut and charged it without firing. It steadily heated up and Freedom struggled weakly as he held her down. As the gun got hotter her whimpers turned into weak screams and she began to struggle even more. She put her hands against the arm that held her down and tried to push him away. Wiggled to get out of his grasp and kicked aimlessly.

"Keep still," He hissed, "I'm closing your wound."

"Why don't you just let me die?" She spit out and gritted her teeth. Megatron smiled sadistically down at her as she struggled not to pass out.

"What kind of father would I be if I did not take care of you." There was not a speck sincerity in his words and his pitying face quickly turned wicked as Freedom's eyes rolled back into her head.

Anastasia was pacing the room anxiously as she waited for any signs that would tell them what was happening. She needed to know if they were okay, if any of them had been captured or injured. But she couldn't even open a door, it was damn locked and Knock Out refused to let them use the vents. Of course she could just throw him to the side easily, but she didn't want to hurt her dad. Knock Out was was squirming as he was locked up with these two, sure, he had warmed up to them and they clearly like him unconditionally. But what would the others do if they found him.

"Em...can I ask you something?" He said carefully and the twins turned to him. "What will your friends do if they find me, I mean, they won't terminate me won't they?" He smiled awkwardly as he waited for their response.

"No they won't," Nikolai was the one to answer, happy to get an distraction from all this waiting. "We made an agreement that no one of us would ever be allowed to terminate someone else's original." Knock Out sighed in relief, but he could not stop thinking about the original that presumably was created from Megatron. It made the con shudder at the thought of there being more of him. Knock Out didn't think that the ship could handle another one. A racket was suddenly heard outside, the sound of shots firing, running, blades being drawn, and so on. Soon there was painful grunts right outside the door and it opened to reveal Alabaster standing with the guards laying at her feet.

"Ally!" The twins cheered in unison. Knock Out on the other hand walked backwards with a horrified expression on his face. He reached behind his back to grab his energon staff. That thing looked like Optimus Prime. This will not make his master happy. Knock Out felt a sudden grip around his waist and when he looked down he saw what looked to be a tentacle. He was roughly lifted into the air and tried to force his way out when the new techno-organic flew towards him. He then realized that it wasn't a tentacle that was holding him, it was her hair.

"Hello!" She greeted and the plates of her mask drew back in order to show her face, except the blue antennas that was placed right over her ears and stretched themselves from her jaw to her temple. "I remember you, you were in the mine. Are you the twins original?" Knock Out was surprised to see her have such sweet face and such a soft childish voice, almost the opposite of Optimus...Wait a minute, he knew that face and that blue glow. It was her, the girl from the mines.

"Yes," He quickly answered, "I'm their daddy." He said halfhearted, like he had to convince the girl that he and the twins were on good terms, or else she would crush him.

"You're pretty," She chuckled and put her hands over her mouth as she and started to get flushed. "Anyway, thank you for taking care of my friends, please don't try to stop us when we escape. I don't want to make them sad by hurting you." She said politely and felt someone grab her foot.

"Ally," Anastasia said with a voice harsh from crying, "Freedom might be in danger, Megatron is looking for her."

"I know, I heard you trough the walls." She let her tentacle release Knock Out but used her telekinetic powers to push him against a wall. "You were crying and Nick was scared, you said someone named Megatron was after Freedom. Who is Megatron?"

"He's Freedoms original," Nikolai answered with furrowed eyebrows and bared teeth. "He's the leader of the Decepticon. A really big and very dangerous robot." Knock Out used the opportunity to call for back up. He struggled to get off the wall, but it was like a giant hand was holding him still. He called the bridge and spoke quietly in order to remain unnoticed. Soon after he was done the three turned towards him and discussed what they would to with him.

"We could knock him unconscious." Alabaster suggested rather nonchalantly which made Knock Out twitch in a new attempt to get off the wall.

"No," Anastasia protested and warmed up her hands with red sparkles. "Leave it to me." She walked over to him and put her hands together and separated them a number of times as she made her way.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Knock Out panicked and started to struggle even more to get out of Alabaster's mental grip. "You can't do this to me, I'm your original, I'm your daddy." He grunted and twisted his head in different directions. He barely knew them and yet he felt betrayed, it was so odd, not even he understood. He couldn't let them leave, his leader would have his head. Anastasia stood in front of him with a apologizing look, almost like a puppy, as he put her hands against her neck.

"No, Megatron will kill me if I let you go. You can't do this!" Was his last attempt to stop her, but she was not just a child. She was trained as a soldier and trained to get rid of anything or anyone that stood in the way of her mission. The russian girl looked up one more time with an apologizing look before pressing her forehead onto Knock Out's cheek.

"I'm sorry, but we have to go home. Do svidaniya, papa." She whispered before hearing her original scream in pain.

Do svidaniya is Russian for good bye.