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2
Red Alert remembered hearing about Optimus Prime's death at the hands of Shockwave.
He had planned to eject the Allspark into space, but Shockwave had followed him and killed him without any form of hesitation. His actions were deemed heroic by all Decepticon kind.
But all Red Alert saw was a murderer.
He mostly maintained his position in the laboratory and never once spoke to her. Only when he made gestures for her to retrieve something did he ever actually interact with her at all.
And when he wanted to interface, it was usually only once every week. She was definitely relieved for that. If she could consider how foolish it sounded, she was lucky. In some regard, anyway.
As she wandered the laboratory corridors, carrying some documents for Shockwave to Megatron, she found Starscream nearby, shrieking at his own personal slave. It was a femme she did not recognize.
"Stupid little glitch!" Starscream spat. "I told you not to drop those!"
"I'm sorry, Lord Starscream!" the femme mumbled. "I'll clean it up. You should relax."
"Don't tell me what to do!"
"N-No, I didn't mean - "
Starscream slapped her, knocking her to the floor and Red Alert snarled, moving to intervene. She kicked Starscream in the abdomen, sending the larger Cybertronian stumbling into the wall.
"Why you little...!" he spat.
Red Alert stood protectively in front of the other femme, raising her fists.
"How DARE you touch me!" Starscream hissed, rising and towering over her. "I will have you ripped apart for this!"
"And maybe, before you do, I can mention this little altercation to Megatron or Shockwave," Red Alert promised. "I'm sure they would love to hear how you're breaking their rules about abusing your servants."
Megatron was many things, but he did pass a rule that the slaves were to be treated properly. It was probably Sentinel's manner of persuasion that did it. She could not imagine the Lord of Decepticons ever having any form of consideration like that.
Starscream seemed to bristle where he stood.
"Stupid glitch." he whispered, malevolent. "Do you think I'd let you get away with that?"
"Then I would love to hear you explain yourself to Megatron. Really. I would."
Starscream stood there, his armor practically shaking. She could see him wanting to slaughter her right where she stood. But she did not fear him. She had no reason to. He was a coward.
He simply stalked away, uttering a furious stream of curses. Red Alert helped the femme stand and studied her face; it was leaking Energon. In fact, she looked to have had a few marks from other blows as well.
"I'm fine. Really." the femme insisted. "He's just a coward. I can deal with it."
Red Alert seemed doubtful, but nodded. "Okay."
"Do you think we can get out of this?" the femme asked, anguish in her voice now. "Can the Autobots rise up again? After Optimus' death - "
"Don't think about that right now." Red Alert said, interrupting her. "We can find a way. Right now, the 'cons have the advantage with the Allspark. But we can. I believe we have to have faith to win back Cybertron."
"I don't know if I can..."
"We have to live right now. That's all we have. If we let them beat us down, then all those battles...all of our victories would have been for nothing."
O
That following evening, Red Alert was brought to Shockwave's berthquarters and he gestured to it.
She sighed, closing her optics.
"Again. I know..." she said.
She climbed onto the berth with her back to him. Shockwave studied her lewdly displayed before he moved behind her to get into an appropriate position. His claws gripped her hips and she bit down on her knuckle joints. If there was one thing she told herself, she would never find any pleasure in this.
"You won't be able to please me," Red Alert whispered. "No matter how many times you frag me, I will NEVER find pleasure in it!"
Shockwave wasn't doing anything and she was concerned by that. Finally, he leaned down and his mandibles were brought to her audio receptor. He spoke for the first time since meeting her.
"I don't care if I please you." he growled.
Those words were so cold, that it actually shut her up. She had no other thought to argue.
Shockwave took her shoulder in one hand and her waist in the other. He thrust into her with one swift push of his hips. Red Alert bit down a cry and thought she almost bit her glossa off.
Shockwave was not quick about it this time. He moved slowly. Too slowly. As if tormenting her.
Unfortunately, despite how many times she told herself she would get no pleasure, the overload was approaching against her will. To keep herself from making any sounds, she bit down on her knuckles until they bled Energon, squeezing her optics shut and forcing the cry back into her intakes when overload wracked her systems.
Shockwave remained inside of her for a few moments before he slowly removed himself. He turned from her and gestured with one hand toward the washracks.
Red Alert's legs were shaking and she managed to make her way into it, trying to clean herself as much as she could. But after being with him, she would never feel clean again.
O
The next day, Red Alert wandered into a library where a female Decepticon was standing, reading some documents. It was Slipstream; a female Seeker. She was almost similar to Starscream in appearance, but had a thin, feminine form with horrific mandibles.
"Hello, little Autobot," Slipstream greeted, chuckling. "Hiding away, are we?"
Red Alert had fought Slipstream only once in battle. The flier had often been there to offer backup for Starscream. It was said that she was a clone of the Decepticon.
Clones were different in the way of sparklings born naturally. They aged quicker, which did explain Slipstream's almost sparkling-like voice.
"I'm not here for trouble," Red Alert said, evenly.
Slipstream laughed a little; a high, amused sound. "No. But I know about your interface escapades with Shockwave. They really have brought a frown on your face, haven't they?"
Red Alert's faceplates heated.
"Oh, it must be terrible, huh?" Slipstream laughed, grimacing with pity, "I can't imagine having that hulking beast rutting into me all day. I feel bad for you, dear."
"Well...no one said I had to enjoy it..."
"You could. I know a few tricks. Some good old fashioned Seeker kama sutra that could help a bit."
"...What?"
Slipstream put an arm around her. "Dear, don't worry. I'm not out to fool you. It would be fun to imagine what you could do to him."
"Why?" Red Alert was confused.
"Shockwave may be many things, but he's a mech. A mech with the same wants and needs as all. It doesn't matter who they are. All bots are susceptible to their bodily pleasures eventually." Slipstream explained. "All mechs want what they've never had. He's used to taking and moving on. But you can give yourself to him willingly. Make HIM your slave instead."
Red Alert looked a little disgusted. "I don't think that would work."
"I have an Autobot. A proud and loud one under my service," Slipstream explained, grinning. "He swore he'd never beg me. I tried a few of these tricks and I had him pleading for my valve like a young bot in heat."
"Why would you want to help me?"
"I don't. Megatron has rules about having everyone get along. Primus, it's sickening. Plus, I can't wait to see how well these tricks work on someone like Shockwave."
Red Alert frowned at her. "What makes you think they will?"
"Trust me. They will."