A/N: Ah, I am seriously enjoying myself this week! Hope y'all enjoy this chap as well!
NotCharlotte: Why, thank you ever so much! I'm glad you like my story so much! :D :D
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I paced in the small room, my tail clanking against the floor and walls. The room was so small it only allowed four steps to one wall, then four steps back. The other way was two steps, two steps back.
I wasn't sure why I had been moved to this room, but the walls and floors of this one was covered in deep claw marks, and a heavy Predaconian scent lingered. From its staleness I knew the Predaconian hadn't been in here for some time.
The scent had a strange familiarness to it, and it made my spark ache for some reason. I couldn't place it, and it irritated me.
Pedsteps sounded overhead, and I huffed irrititably. I wanted to fly, to feel a breeze on my wings.
I hadn't flown for at least a millenium (1) that I knew.
I thought back to when I had last flown, but my corrupted memory files were still in repair-mode, and wouldn't compute.
Frustrated, I gouged the floor.
My fresh marks joined the old ones, and I turned a curious optic upon them. They were larger then mine, and the clean gouges suggested strength. I breathed deeply of the scent that lingered, feeling my spark pulse with sadness once more.
Male... a Predaconian male... I hissed quietly, curling my spiked tail up over my back. My folded wings shuffled in their spaces at my sides, and I stilled them. Their movement only created more want for flying.
I pressed my helm against the door, my keen audios hearing the metal groan ever-so-slightly.
I snarled in response, raking my claws across the door.
The metal shrieked, and with grim satisfaction I ripped at the door. As I reached the inner wiring, the electrical currents zapped me, but I ignored the slight pain. My two-toed ped broke free, then the other, then my entire helm.
Two Cybertronians stood outside the door, mouths agape, stun blasters in their servos.
Their scent immediatly told me that they were not of normal Cybertronian heritage; they were most likely clones, or drones.
I finished pulling my black-and-blue-and-silver frame through, rearing my lanky neck above their astonished helms.
One fired his blaster at me, and it struck my thick armor, hardly singeing it. I roared, leaping on the first one as the second fired, and I quickly dispatched that one as well.
Running down the long, nondescript hall, I sent my sensors searching for a way out. The quickest way would have been through the walls, ceiling, or floor, but I didn't want to fully enrage a powerful opponent as the one who thinks himself as my 'master'.
I slid around a corner, bowling over a scrawny, silver mech. He screached femme-like, servos and peds askew on the floor.
I ignored him, turning the corner once again, only to smack faceplates-first into a large an immoveable object as I.
Not so immoveable, I found out, as we both hit the floor with undignified clanks. I shook my swimming helm, focusing my optics on what-or who, I had smacked into.
A large, red-orange-yellow Predaconian sat on his haunches before me, staring at me with as much shock as I him.
"Pred-Predaconian?" He asked, completely bewildered. "Um... yeah... Predaconian. Designation?"
I stood, my spark simply aching at the sight of him. Why, why so familiar?!
"Ing." He finished saying, and I shook my helm. "Sorry, I was thinking... I did not hear your disignation, repeat it one more time, inkutte?"
He looked startled, and a bewildered look flashed in his optics before he said, "My disignation is Predaking. And yours?"
"Darkflame. Pleased to meet-" I was rudely interrupted by a mech stalking up behind me, screeching indignantly.
It was the mech I had knocked down earlier, and I expressed my distaste by blasting a shot of blue-white flame at him.
He screamed, even higher then before, darting back around the corner. I sensed Predaking's approval just as I turned to look.
"Where were you rushing off to in such a manner, Darkflame?"
"I needed to fly, I do not think I have felt freedom for over a millenium."
Predaking's optic ridges raised, and he turned. "This way, then, no Predaconian should be without flight for so long."
I followed a respecful distance behind, picking up a bit of speed as I felt a breeze caress my muzzle.
Turning a corner, we both were suddenly standing on a wide-open deck, a roaring wind pressing against me wonderfully.
"I forgot to ask two things; one, how did you come aboard the Nemesis? And, two, how can you fly with no wings?" He asked, not seeing my hidden wings, so neatly folded in their space.
"I can answer both questions, but the answers will be rather hurried as I want to fly. I was imprisoned in an ice-cliff for a long time, and the Cybertronians here have melted me free, only to imprison me once more, but this is worse for I am awake for it all. And in answer to question two: Watch!"
I am afraid to say I can be a bit of a show-off at times, and when I leaped off the edge of the now-named ship, Predaking's roar made me laugh.
Streaking toward the ground, I heard Predaking flapping his large wings to catch me. I unfurled mine and zoomed upward at a near-vertical climb, flying past a startled Predaking.
I looped around, floating lazily on the air currents.
Predaking drifted up beside me, his optics wide. "I have never seen anything as crazy as you, Darkflame!"
I glanced at him. "How have you not? You must have seen the shows in Terracox, or were you never privileged as some?"
Predaking winced. "I was, ah, created in a test tube at the will of Lord Megatron."
I slammed to a abrupt halt, a snarl creasing my faceplates. "That is purely against all that is right! Xineohp would have never allowed such a thing!"
Predaking masked his faceplates with indifference, but I saw the pain in his optics. I gasped. "I'm sorry! I did not mean to imply that you are against any laws, rules, or beliefs... Ah, I'm sorry, I was wrong to say such!"
Predaking looked to the distantance. "It is perfectly fine, I am used to such."
Not really believing him, I let it slide. I resumed my flight, just as a harsh note chimed in my audio. With a snarl, I whipped my helm around to face Predaking. "What did you just do?!"
"It was not me, it was merely the call to refill." He led the way back to the ship, with me puzzling over what was in my audio.
As Predaking landed, the setting sun reflected off his armor, giving it a redder hue. At the same time, a breeze brought his scent to my olfactories, and I gasped.
Flashback
Fireflare looked at me tenderly, the three setting suns lowering beneath Harsens's horizons glinting off his armor.
"My sweet umbar, the setting suns are even better with you here. You would sweeten any harsh evironment!"
I swatted him gently with my tail. "Now, soon-mate, not so fast. You have a job to do. Please, return home soon. Return to me."
"Always, my love, always. Though I may be on a far-away planet, my spark will always be with you."
A crystalline tear dripped out of my optic, and Fireflare wiped it away gently. "Besides, I shant stay long on a planet with salt-waters, organic life, and only ONE sun! There is probably not even Energon there!"
"Promise you'll survive, promise you won't die of starvation!"
"Promise, sweet-spark."
We nuzzled together, our silence broken by nothing as we watched the twin moons rise-
I was cholted out of the flashback by a ungraceful and embarassing tumble onto the Nemesis's deck.
A few drones nearby stifled their laughter, and I huffed at them and myself. Could Predaking really be Fireflare?...
The scent was to familiar, yet, something contaminated it enough that I didn't recognise it immediatly.
Predaking looked back, suprise in his yellow optics. "I thought you were more graceful." He moved on, carrying himself like... like a king.
This isn't my Fireflare. Somehow, he's been changed... but I'll fix him, I'll bring him back to me, if it's the last thing I do!
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Predaking watched the Predaconian femme chew on the raw Energon crystals. She was a enigma, a beautiful engima, but he was not about to be taken by her.
He was pretty sure his genetically altered coding wouldn't allow it.
He chewed on his own slightly tastless Energon crystal, wishing he had been born on Cybertron, like Darkflame had.
He sighed. Finishing off his crystal, he went to his 'kennel', laying down in a circle and wrapping his tail around his faceplates firmly.
There is no use even thinking anything about this femme. She most likely still has a soon-mate.
He drifted into a quiet recharge.
~*O*~-~*O*~
Megatron watched the Predacon do a suicide leap off the side of his ship. He raised a curious optic-ridge at Shockwave. "Do Predaconians normaly rush about, knocking over mechs after ripping their way through solid steel doors before leaping to their deaths?"
He had meant it half-sarcastically, but Shockwave couldn't compute sarcasm too well, and he responded with all seriousness. "Not that I know of, sir, but we only had one Predacon, and that was only a cybernetically grown, Lord Megatron."
Megatron stifled his slight suprise as the Predacon snapped open hidden wings, before hurling up past the astonished red-gold Predacon.
He didn't like her coloring all to well; bright blue frame, with black flame detailing over her faceplates and peds, black underbelly and black wingstruts, orange optics and black talons, along with wicked-looking spikes lining the side of her tail, meeting together near the top before making a solid line of spikes up her backstrut, shortening and narrowing at the top of the helm.
He supposed the flames and spikes could stay, but the sky-blue would have to go. Too much like the Autobots. Maybe a orange, or red.
He liked that idea.
He turned to Shockwave once more. "You have installed the device as I instructed?"
"Of course, Lord Megatron. The Predacon femme will not be able to go out of a five-mile range of the Nemesis."
"Good."
~*O*~-~*O*~
Darkflame waved her head up into the air, throwing the feeble drone up high before crunching him in half.
The other drones stepped back, various painting objects held in their servos.
"Stay back, useless rapungers!" She snarled, showing her sharp denta at the fearful crowd.
They were apparently trying to paint over her lovely paint job, and she was not going to allow it!
She swiped her tail at a bold drone, impaling his chestplates with her long spikes at her tail, before flinging him against the wall, ignoring his screams of agony.
The drones fled, and Darkflame set to licking any stray red paint off her lovely blue.
Heavy pedsteps signaled the entrance of the 'master' mech, and she merely glanced at him before removing a large splash across her side.
"Beast!"
His voice thundered through the room, commanding instant obediance. Darkflame jerked her head up, optics wide as she stared at him.
Even her father, from what she remembered, didn't have that commanding presence!
"You will subject yourself to this repainting! Lord Megatron's orders." His purple optics shone dangerously, daring her to object. She said and did nothing, staring at him.
"Bring the paint." He ordered, and the drones filed into the room, fearing Megatron more than the angry Predacon.
"Bring the chains." He commanded again. They were brought forward, and he took them, stepping toward her with obvious intention of placing them upon her.
Before, Darkflame had been weakened, but now, she could defeat this dangerous mech. Without warning, Darkflame leaped, roaring, flames licking out of the corners of her mouth.
She crashed against Megatron, but he was quick to rise, slamming his spiked arm armor down on her helm. She roared lowly in agony, the sound echoing in the room before that treacherous tail stabbed at Megatron.
He leaped over it, stamping down on it and making her roar again. He whipped the chains against her helm once more, and she hissed, a clear-ish substance trickling from her maw.
It sizzled as it hit the floor, and Megatron rolled under the Predacon, just in time to survive a acid-blast attack.
It singed the floor, narrowly missing her own tail, and she screeched irritably at the large silver mech.
The chains whipped against her side, wrapping around her ped and yanking. She tumbled to the ground, acid seeping from her claws as well.
Her hidden wing suddenly struck out, the sharp metal-coated tips slicing into Megatron's shoulder. He roared his challenge, smacking the chain again and again over her faceplates.
She rolled, but the chain halted her before Darkflame got very far. The chain struck in any place it could reach, and she was forced to fold her wing back up before it was shredded by the heavy links.
The pain was getting to much for her to bear. She had been a better fighter, but a millenium of being frozen in ice was not the best for her fighting skills or pain tolerance.
She began to whimper, but her cries only went unheard.
The chain kept coming... coming... hitting and striking everywhere, it seemed.
Then, stasis finally claimed her.
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A/N: HAHA CLIFFIE!
JK! I was seriously considering it, though... but that would be mean... lol
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Darkflame's P.O.V.
I woke to searing pain, lacing across my chassis, helm, peds, servoes, everywhere.
The medic apparently hadn't used any painkillers, and had left me in my original, larger room.
I couldn't suppress a whimper as I tried to sit, but the whimper quickly morphed into a howl of agony.
I lay back down, sides heaving.
My cooling vents kicked in, and the room seemed unfocused. My new, dull red paint job was certaintly not helping, and I closed my optics for the relief.
I must have fallen into recharge once more, because I woke to the medic placing a large Energon crystal in front of me.
"Here you go." He said dismissively. "You'd think you'd learn after the first beating; but no, you had to go make me work! But, I must say, the red is an improvement to that ugly blue. Blech!" He left the room, still talking to himself about the better qualities of red than blue.
I sniffed the crystal dismissively, not finding any appetite.
I dozed off again, waking to the medic once more. He was rambling medical jargon to himself, and some of my armor littered the floor.
Taking off my armor... I'll... rip his... helm off... and ...
I slept once more.
Waking once more, I felt much better, but the crystal was gone. A large clear tube led into my veins, feeding me Energon. I ripped it out, but ripped the bag open and ate the Energon inside.
My wounds still protested, but I could move. Under my now-repaired armor, I knew there would be many scars.
I hissed softly, settling my frame into a corner. The door opened suddenly, jerking me awake. I must have fallen into recharge...
I eyed the advancing mech warily. It was the screechy one. "Move, beast! Lord Megatron commands you to come to the deck!"
I whimpered at Megatron's name, fearing another beating. He has no reason for another beating, correct? So why the fear? I told myself, sitting slowly.
"Come! Or I shall have to use this upon your useless hide!" He whipped a electric baton from his subspace, waving it threateningly in my faceplates.
He must have mistaken the whimper to be fear of him!
I snarled, lashing out at him. I scraped his chassis as he leaped away, shrieking once more. I stalked out of the room, lashing my tail.
The small room with the claw marks was just down the hall, and I knew my way to the deck from here.
I silently cheered at the breeze, then trembled slightly at the sight of Megatron. He stood, a grim look on his faceplates.
"Decepticons, the Autobots have been spotted at one of our mines, and it is now time to engage!"
I stood next to Predaking.
"Who are the Autobots?"
"They are much worse then us, siding with the tiny fleshies of this planet, and they kill all others different from them. They seek to overtake all planets, and galaxies."
Autobots... The name sounded familiar now, and I remembered with horror the stories. Rape, murder, the killings of innocent femmes and sparklings... But was it really the Autobots that had done that?
"Come." Predaking said, leaping gracefully off the ship. The drones were spacebridging there, and some were flying as well.
I quickly saw the Autobots, their colorful paint jobs sticking out on the dull landscape. They were fighting with the drones, easily tearing through the ranks.
Predaking roared, landing with a earth-shaking thud. The Autobots turned most of their attention on him, and I took the advantange.
I quietly flew in behind one, grabbing his deep green frame and carrying him up yelling into the sky. I blasted fire at the remaining amazed bots.
Dropping the green one, I went back for another, landing and folding my wings to keep them protected.
Three turned on me, their blasts richoeting off my armor. I hissed, my fire rolling out over the ground, licking at their peds. They leaped back with shouts, then one brave white one threw himself onto my helm, trying to stab me with swords.
I threw my helm up, then smashed it against the ground, impaling one of his legs on my spikes that were upon my helm.
He yelled, his sword slicing at my faceplates.
Suddenly, he wrapped himself around my mouth, preventing me from opening it. Outraged and suprised, I lashed out at the charging Autobots. They avoided my tail deftly, moving closer. I readyed my acid claws, then dug into the nearest one.
He/she screamed, my acid melting through her wires. I threw the white one off my mouth, finally, and I roared, throwing my wings open and taking flight. The Autobots suddenly ran through a spacebridge, and I roared, half with disappointment, half with relief.
We flew back to the ship, letting the medic take care of our wounds. I hoped I wouldn't have to do any of that ever again.
~*O*~-~*O*~
Months pass
~*O*~-~*O*~
I sighed, drooping my head over the side of the Nemesis.
Countless battles with the Autobots, for what? I wasn't even sure anymore. What's worse, all I ever heard was how horrible the Autobots were, and that's all I could think of. Were they really all that bad? Or is it true?
I feared the Autobots, but I feared Megatron more, thus, I went into battle.
I would lay about the ship, hardly flying anymore, just dreading the call to battle. I had never liked fighting to begin with, but what Megatron says, goes.
It made me angry, having to listen to him, but I feared another beating.
"To arms!" I sighed again. Another battle... another day...
I would have flown away if I was able, but the Decepticons had done something to me, so I could not leave the vicinity of the Nemesis.
I wearily flew to the battle sight, hearing the Autobots angry shouts as we came into view. The last battle, I had accidently gone out of my radius, and was hit with incredibily bad nausea, helm-aches, and saw double.
The Autobots had seen that, and had been too shocked by my sudden ineptness to do anything until I had staggered back into my radius.
Now, as I fought a blue femme, I didn't notice I was backing towards the edge of my radius.
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A/N: DUDE! THIS IS THE LONGEST CHAPTER I'VE EVER WRITTEN BEFORE! IT TOOK ME ALMOST TWO WHOLE HOURS TO WRITE!
Hope ya enjoyed meh longest-ever chappie!