V.E.N.O.M.

The scouting team advanced through the forest, searching for the Iaconian signal. But not all signals hold beneficial relics... And some are intended to never be found.

Disclaimer - I don't own Transformers Prime nor Venom, which are property of their rightful owners.

V.E.N.O.M. by Skyhope.021

09~10~2020

This is a quite dark 5 part story I found among my old fic folder. It may need some retouches here and there, but it's completelly written, so I'll go updating regularly.

This story only takes just a single and concrete character from another universe. So as I haven't found any other better way to classify this fic, I'm just posting it here, and not in the crossover section. I think somebody else had the same problem too.

When talking about Venom, generally, violence, among other things, is much part of the character, and thus is hard not to end up including some of it. As I don't like terror nor bloody stories, I tried to make this story as soft as possible, so that it doesn't show much during hard scenes. But, just in case, and because of it, I'm doublessly rating it M.

Rated M because of Violence, spilled Energon and scattered Frames (bodies).

Well then, all said. Now, prepare the scouting equitment and let's get ready for the adventure. Enjoy.

1

Viscous

The scouting team walked into the forest not caring about the vegetation around. The animals fled away as the strangers got further in their way. They were a team of four mech. The one with the tracker was at the front, leading the way. The two behind had their blaster activated, in case any Autobot made its appearance. The last one, a big muscled beast, walked smelling everything around, after all, smells spoke to him.

"DV-14, is it too far?" WD-12 asked, grimacing. "I don't like this place at all."

"No." The one at the front answered. "A von ahead." He concreted. The first trooper huffed disgusted. "The signal is getting strong."

The third one talked then. "I hope we don't have to face any 'Bot. I wouldn't like to come back like scrap metal." He commented. "You know, I would like to survive this war."

"Yeah, QW-57, it's easy said, but we don't have a medic anymore. That traitor ran away... And now we're no other than a dead weight for the Decepticon army." DV-14 answered. "Megatron can dispose of us whenever he wants, and we cannot even complain about it. We're lucky that we're still of use." There was an awkward silence. "Are you getting something Sharpshell?"

The Insecticon hissed softly before speaking with deep voice, "Something's here. I can feel it." The three vehicons looked at each other, confused as their bigger partner didn't let on anything else.

"I'll never understand the Insecticons." WD-12 shrugged his shoulder plates. "What does that even mean? Autobots? Rough Decepticons? Insane humans?"

"Don't know." The fierce mech replied. "Never meet. No smell. Something strange." The vehicons dismissed their comrade comment as they kept chatting carefree.

They finally devised the pod they had been looking for, but there was something strange. The first vehicon walked up to it. "Hey, it's opened!" He signaled the cap. "The Autobots found it before us? How? They couldn't have decoded the Iacon Database faster than us!"

"Lord Megatron." The QW-57 informed. "Can you receive us? The container is opened..."

"Wait! There's something inside." DV-14 fully retrieved the cap and saw a fluid at the bottom. "It's like a black goo. Gross..." They looked confused. "The 'Bots never took it?" The mass moved slowly upwards, standing up like a cobra would do.

"Master, the thing is moving itself. Can you see it?" WD-12 asked activating his portable visor cam.

It was a way of keeping all the missions recorded and learn against the Autobots. It was also the way for Soundwave to analyze the situation and react when he couldn't assist the missions himself. It was a measure implemented after the 'Bots got better at their work. WD-12 had one, the other one was being carried by the Insecticon.

"Should we push that thing in and try to carry the recipient?" The first vehicon asked, unaware of the camera had just failed.

"Impossible. The pod is attached to the ground." The third vehicon informed, trying to shake the pod. "Did you brought a container?"

"Uh... No." DV-14 shook his helm, scratching his nape. He looked at the mass as he felt it on his servo. "Ah! That thing touched me!"

"You're a wimpy." QW-57 scoffed, snickering.

Megatron was scolding them when the goo jumped out of the pod. The three vehicons managed to dodge it, but the Insecticon never saw it coming. The mass landed right on his forearm. The beast shrieked, trying to get ride of that thing as it leaked into his plates. He fell to the ground, growling and struggling, in pain. Suddenly the Insecticon stood still, laying flat on the ground.

"Uh... Sharpshell?" One of the troopers approached cautiously, fearfully daring to lean a servo on the huge shoulder. Being near a Insecticon was dangerous enough for a mech like WD-12, but being next to one in pain was even more. "You..."

The black mass started to wrap the Insecticon gradually, what made the vehicon retrieve his servo away, until there was no more metal visible. The three of them stepped backwards, starting to feel uneasy about it. Their former comrade stood up slowly into two, revealing its new sizes. It was twice as big as the troopers now. The creature raised its helm slowly, somehow fixing its optics on them, although there weren't optics anymore. Instead, all they could see were a pair of intimidating long white stripes.

At Soundwave's workplace screen could be only seen the three vehicons, in shock. "Camera one gone cold." Dreadwing replied. "Only Sharpshell's is working."

"Soundwave, can you fix it?" Megatron demanded. The purple mech did not reply, he simply started typing on a new screen.

"Should we send them a ground bridge, Master?" The second in command suggested.

"No." The Lord grabbed his servos behind his back. "I want to know what that relic does."

The Nemesis bridge became mute as the Decepticons watched the scene.

The Insecticon approached to the troopers, with fierce look. The vehicons didn't give a second thought, they ran for they sparks. It stood still giving them some ahead advantage, then the chase began. It was fast, it managed to tackle the first trooper in barely few clicks. DV-14 was shaking, with his optics fully energized in fear.

"Sharpshell, no! Please!" He begged, but his words faded away in the quiet forest.

It could only be heard a metal crack then a soft hiss, before the chase continued. Dreadwing managed supprese a cringe and maintained his composture at the crude scene before him, although he could not avoid grimacing. The second vehicon suffered the same destiny few breems later. QW-57 cried in desperation, the sound traveling all around the forest, then silence.

"Need a ground bridge! We're under attack!" The only survivor pleaded. "Don't let me die!"

He suddenly hit the ground, forcefully. The vehicon, still disoriented, managed to get up and tried to run away. It was brought down to the ground again. That thing was playing with him, like a Predacon with its prey. In a desperate attempt to survive, WD-12 lifted himself up and transformed his arm into a blaster. He turned around and shot mindlessly, hopping it would dissuade his persecutor.

The beast had disappeared, but WD-12 never got to know when exactly that happened. Everything was dead quiet, and there was no sight of the menace. Starting to relax, the vehicon transformed his servo back and started to laugh.

"You thought you would hunt me too?" The mech laughed again nervously. "Ha! You didn't know who were you playing with, you piece of scrap!" There was no reply. "I'm a highly trained soldier!" He boasted, opening his arms wide.

Once cooler, the trooper, naive, looked around and realized he had no idea where he was. But he didn't mind, he could call for a ground bridge. Problem solved.

The vehicon rose a pair of digits to his comm. "WD-12 to base. I need a ground bridge to my coordinates." He began. "Nemesis do you copy? I require a ground briiiddDGGEEEE!"

The purple mech was mercilessly hit, sending him some metrons across the forest. WD-12 had no idea what was going on, but he had one thing pretty clear. That monster was still out there. He tried to sat up, rubbing his helm, and realizing there was energon running down his temple. He had hit his helm and he was injured. What he didn't knew was that the camera had just started working again.

A shadow crouched over the trooper as the poor vehicon looked slowly up. The beast was over him, waiting, studying him. Suddenly, the white stripes got wider as a fang-filled maniac grin appeared under the stripes. Next thing Soundwave saw was the beast opening its jaws wide, while WD-12's yelling filled the stance. Then connection of both cameras got lost as a dead quiet silence settled on the Nemesis bridge.

Megatron was looking at the screen in shock. Whatever that thing was, it would prey them down, unless... He could subdue it and use it against the Autobots.