So here's the next chapter. I hope it doesn't leave you disappointed :(
It focuses some more on Mikaela/Wavelength's angsty side, showing her frustration at her predicament. It's short, because I only had a little to focus on, but I promise that the next chapter will be longer (though, I don't know how much longer) than this one. And this chapter takes place during the episode "Alpha/Omega" so that's why this chapter is titled that.
I'm so wierd sometimes *headdesk*
10 – Alpha/Omega – 10
"So…Lord Megatron, I heard that Optimus somehow got a hold of an oversized toothpick. What're you going to do now?" I asked after he had debriefed all of us on the current situation. After hearing Megatron utter over the public comm., "We Decepticons…now face our darkest hour." I was internally shaken. That meant that the Autobots now had the upper hand and that meant my spark was in more danger than it had been ever before. Not like I was hesitant to go out there and risk my spark every other day, but since I was on the wrong team, I felt exposed, vulnerable.
"I have a plan in mind, Wavelength. Dreadwing and I will be leaving for Cybertron shortly. Tell Knock Out to prepare med bay for when we return," was the Leader of the Decepticon's answer.
My wings rose in alarm. "W-what? Are you anticipating a rogue Insecticon ambush or something?"
This drew a creepy chuckle from him. "Oh no, femme. I am their master. They will bow to me, as you have seen the ones on this ship do."
I nodded quickly and hugged myself. "R-right! I-I'll get Knock Out and help him prep the med bay…"
He nodded. "Dismissed."
I mirrored the nod and saluted crisply before I turned and walked quickly out of the bridge. But as soon as I was out of the room, I jogged towards med bay and entered. Knock Out was sitting on a chair, going through a datapad of information. I wondered if he was rereading First Aid's old lessons in order to keep on top of his game.
"C'mon, get up, Knock Out," I said, catching my partner's attention. "Megatron wants us to prep med bay. He's going to Cybertron for some reason, and he says he needs the med bay…" I sighed. "I asked him if he was suspecting that he was going to get hurt, but he just laughed at me. Ugh! I hate it that our leader seems so sure of himself, even when Optimus Prime is in possession of an ultra-strong sword that could destroy this ship if he wanted it to!"
Knock Out chuckled lightly. "Well, that's Megatron for you. He wants Cybertron back just as much as Optimus does—"
"But that's because he wants to rule it! He's got so many followers that his ego is probably bigger than Cybertron itself!" I exclaimed.
The red medic looked up at me, startled. He dropped the datapad he was holding and rushed over to me. He gripped my shoulder and clamped a servo over my mouth. "Don't say such things! Soundwave can hear everything we say, and he might take this conversation as a sign of mutiny!" he breathed heavily. "D-do you understand?"
He didn't let go of my mouth until I had nodded.
After that, we quickly began to prep med bay, making sure we had every tool we'd need during…whatever Megatron wanted us to do. And by the time we were finished, Megatron and Dreadwing were back from Cybertron. Before I could blink, Megatron was laying on the surgical table, telling us he wanted us to connect—no, replace, his arm with an arm he got on Cybertron. Actually, he was talking to Knock Out, not me, about doing this procedure, and when he was finished with talking to my partner, he told me to go out and scout some more.
Mentally, I growled, because I felt like I had just been shrugged off, like I wasn't important. I was a medic, slaggit! If I was working on you, your life would be in my servos! I could choose to kill you or let you live!
So with those dark thoughts, I turned and walked into the GroundBridge control room. Activating a GroundBridge, I ran through and appeared near the pyramids of Giza. I sighed as the sun began to fall, glad that I was far away from Megatron and had some space.
I tilted my helm back and glared up at the rapidly darkening sky from behind my visor. "So you want me to scout, oh mighty Megatron? Well, I'm scouting! See here?! I'm in the ruins of Giza! There could be things here that we never knew about. Are you happy, Megadork? ARE YOU?!" Throughout my rant, I slowly had begun to yell, and now my voicebox was sore. But I was so frustrated. Megatron ruined my life. In more ways than one. I couldn't become an Autobot because some of the soldiers would rather shoot me than listen to me. I couldn't become rogue and try to live a normal life because Megatron would hunt me down. My spark fluttered with mixed emotions. I could never settle down. I could never relax.
"All I want to do is get away from it all…" I moaned, my posture slouching in defeat. Slowly, I made it over to a stone that must have fallen from the nearest pyramid. I sat down on it as my wings drooped. For a second, I realized that I hated myself and I hated my life. This wasn't how I wanted to live. But I couldn't do anything about it. When you've got a bot three times your size holding your life in his servos, you'd better listen to him.
My spark settled into a low thrum. I felt defeated. I almost wished an Autobot would appear out of nowhere and beat the slag out of me, and allow me to die. After all, I was just another medic.
"But then you'd be leaving both Bumblebee and Knock Out behind," a small voice reminded me. I pressed my lips into a thin line and nodded, agreeing with the little voice.
It slowly got darker as time passed. My vision automatically enhanced its sensitivity to light so that I could still see as it became completely dark. And still I sat there, not moving. At least, not until a pede came crashing into my back, between my wings. I cried out as I was forced forward off of my perch and onto the ground. I rolled a few times before I looked up and saw a blue femme glaring down at me. Behind her stood a young-looking white and blue mech.
I gasped in surprise. "Autobots!"
"Got that right, 'Con," the mech remarked with a smirk.
"Quiet, Smokescreen," the femme said. "This is Wavelength, properly known as 'the Harbinger of Death'." She started towards me.
"Why's that?"
"Because: whenever a bot saw her running in their direction, if they didn't fight her off, she'd injure you in a way that would leave you vulnerable to other Decepticon attacks," she informed him.
Big mistake for not taking me out right away, femme. I leapt to my pedes, and unsheathed my wristblades. With a shout, I slashed at her. She caught my wristblades with her own and used a pede to kick me in the abdomen. I was sent stumbling back, surprised.
I ducked when she went to slice at my neck-cables, and I tackled her legs. She hit the ground with a shout. "Smokescreen, go for the relic! I'll take care of her!" the femme cried. I watched as she tossed a tracker to the young mech, but I didn't make any effort to go after it as I got back up to my pedes, ready to take her on. I held my fists up in a defensive position, and bounced on the balls of my pedes.
The femme moved first and I dodged to the side, bringing a fist down on one her winglets. It torqued and bent a little, and the femme's reaction was immediate. She whirled around and caught me on the chestplates with her wristblades. I cried out as the blades sliced my chestplates open a bit, and completely removed the Decepticon symbol that had been painted there. But Energon began to leak from the gouges, and I knew I didn't have much time before I would become weak from the lack of Energon.
So I lashed out, kicking the blue femme in the chestplates as my glowing highlights seemed to glow even brighter with the frustration I felt growing in my spark. I didn't want to fight! I leapt after her and punched her in the faceplates. She stumbled backwards, but once he gained her footing, she launched herself at me. I twirled around and brought out my sonic blaster. I shot at her with it as soon as she was in my sights and smirked when it brought her down.
The sonic blaster was similar to the Resonance Blaster. It had enough power to stun a small bot for a klik and to scramble a bigger bot's thought processes for a few nano-kliks. It could also cause damage, if I hit the bot enough.
I chuckled and walked over to where the blue femme lay. I stopped by her side and squatted down so that I could be closer to her faceplates. I held up my sonic blaster for her to see, since the only thing mobile on her frame at this moment was her optics, which were stretched wide in panic. "See this? This is like the Resonance Blaster, but I call it a sonic blaster. Neat, isn't it? It paralyses my opponents on contact, and allows me to move in for the kill…or actually, for the injury." I smiled a little but dropped it.
"Let me see," I said tapping an index digit against my chin. "There are only so many of you… Your leader is Optimus Prime, then you have Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee…" I ticked off a finger as I listed each name "…Smokescreen, and Arcee. Knock Out tells me that there is only one femme with Team Prime at the moment, so I hazard to guess that you are Arcee." My expression softened slightly, as did my voice. "You're Jack's guardian, right?"
The femme growled, and I leaned back slightly. The paralysis was wearing of. She was regaining use of her voicebox.
I stood up and transformed my blaster back into my servo. "Knock Out told me all about the hatred you had towards Airachnid. Hated her myself—never liked spiders—and I hate her now more than ever. Like, seriously? What better way than to make sure there isn't life out in the galaxy? Take one head and then kill the rest? And guess what? She took Breakdown's spark! I want to pound her into scrap metal, I—I—!" I began to pace, leaving Arcee unattended.
I went up to one of the stones that had fallen from the great pyramid that overshadowed us. I struck out at it in anger. "You know what?" I told Arcee as she slowly sat up. "I hate being a Decepticon. You hear that? I hate the faction I'm in to my very spark. But no, I can't change sides," I growled and kicked at the block, chipping some of the limestone away. "Megatron would offline me." I punched at the block. "And the Autobots wouldn't accept me!" I punched at the block again, and I did it several times. My knuckle-joins eventually split open and began to leak Energon.
Looking at my servos, I slowly turned around to face Arcee. She was standing now and looking at me with a wary look on her faceplates. I walked up to her, my fight suddenly leaving me and stopped only when we were only inches apart. "Let me just tell you something. Megatron's up to something, and I don't know what it is. It has something to do with a dead Prime's desecrated forearm and the Forge of Solus Prime. Try to figure out what he's up to before he tries to mow you down," I warned. I then turned and ran away from her. I leapt up into the air and transformed into my flight-capable mode, flying away as fast as I could.
KuroIchi30866: Glad you like it! I have updated!
zrecheartz: Glad you are, because being a Decepticon is no picnic.
Taboo22: Glad you do, because it's a fun little project of mine. I'm trying to update as fast as I can, but real life gets in the way.
optoclaw: You've probably died of anticipation already. RATCHET!
blackden85: I've been thinking of pairing up Knock Out with Wavelength, but I don't know when It's probably take place during all the calamity XD A great way to find out that you're in love is when the world is falling down around you (like when they're trying to become Autobots). Anyway, glad you like it!
KayleeChiara: Yeah, this situation Wavelength is in is frustrating. It's frustrating for me when I can't just make my character have a happy life without people pulling 'O_o faces. Yep, I should write a Shattered Glass story of this universe someday.