Hey Guys, so Stella is back finally. I know some of you were wondering why I deleted the original story and the first person narrative I had been working on. The simple answer was I was not happy with either version. The original third person I felt was to light, fun going. Which yes in a way this story is supposed to be a family affair..however looking back at it I found it odd of how quickly some of the Decepticons warmed up to her. Megatron being one of them. So I wanted to kind of tweak that, as well as give the Decepticons a more complex past. Which is ultimately why I scrapped the first person narrative, I want yall to see the Decepticons as Stella sees them, but also with the knowledge of their past in this story.
I am sorry if my explanation makes little since, it does to me..so blah.
With that all said, it is important to note..that I do not own Transformers, or any of the characters associated within the franchise. That strictly belongs to hasbro. (Who decided to pull their War for Cybertron PC game, making it super expensive to buy off of amazon or ebay.) I do however own Stella, and I own this story. Thank you all and have a wonderful day.
Megatron was tired, exhausted really. Surveying his men in the dark shelter of the forest, the trees doing very little to shelter their metal from the bitter cold element they currently found them in. Water falling from the cloud filled sky, making it difficult to get any of their wounded back to the base safely. Hook elected to land, while he and the rest of the Constructicons worked on the necessary repairs. Another battle lost to the Autobots, his leadership was in question he knew. However, many of his men really had no one else to follow. They were not mindless as a few might believe, they followed him for a reason. Many, still remembered how the blasted war started; even if their way of thinking had slightly altered. Megatron still held tight to his goal, the Autobots though believed his goal to enslave and destroy not just their world, but the miserable rock they were on, and many others like it. This could not be further from the truth, mostly Autobot propaganda.
He was indeed going to make the Autobots work, to repair Cybertron once he had won the war. Yes, he was going to place Decepticons in charge of their world; that was a given. His enemies, were going to have to earn their place back once the war was over. They would have to make up for what Sentinel Prime had started. His servo clenched at the mere thought of the former Prime, the humiliation, and the pain from what the former leader of the Autobots had caused; it left a mark on every single Decepticon. Glancing over to Starscream, who had his optics strained on Thundercracker. The blue seeker had suffered the worse out of his men, being caught in a minor explosion the blasted Lambo twins had caused. Scrapper, was busily repairing under the watchful gaze of the fallen soldiers trine. Megatron did not envy him in the slightest. Although he had to put Starscream in his place a time or two, he would never be so foolish as to deactivate the seeker, or any seeker really.
Seekers were the most lethal sub-race on Cybertron, whether it was because of the close nit bonds they shared, or simply their design. The Gunformer did not know, he was just fortunate that he had most of the remaining Seekers on his side. They were a dwindling race, due to the early start of the war, Sentinel had played a terrible trick. Attacking Vos, while Starscream had been called for a meeting. This had been before, the Air Commander had decided to join Megatron's cause. The former Prime had decimated the great city, wiping out sixty percent of the population. Starscream craved revenge, revenge that the Decepticon leader had helped him achieve. When Megatron had ripped the spark out of the former Prime's chassis. Little did he know, by doing so would cause a massive withdrawal of energy transportation. Sentinel had been secretly pushing the planet to total darkness, for centuries. There being only a few energy preserves left, the rest were being imported off world. Once those worlds had been freed from the control of Sentinel and his Tyranny, did the trades stop. The war officially began, and everything was lost.
A deep intake filled his frame, before he let it out. Once again, looking at his team. Energon now covered the grass below them, causing the green floor to be singed black. He noted that Rumble and Frenzy seemed to be in a deep discussion, and what they were saying did peak his interest once he listened. "Frenzy, how do the Autobots always have the upper hand." The small blue mech questioned.
The darker cassette shrugged. "I don't know Rumble, but if I had to guess I would think it has something to do with the fact they have help." He suggested, his optics glancing in Megatron's direction. "I mean they have what 3 human companions, that seemed to be living with them full time. Than occasionally, they have that brainiac in the wheelchair."
"Not, all human's side with the Autobots though?" Rumble pointed out.
Frenzy nodded. "Yeah, but the humans that occasionally work with us, they still don't trust us, and we don't trust them."
It was then that Megatron chose to join their conversation. "Frenzy, are you suggesting its the human's that gives Prime the advantage?"
"It is the only thing that makes since." Frenzy replied. "When we were first revived on this planet, we were set to get the energy we needed and to go home. The human's were not in a position to really stop us." He began to explain. "Prime enlists the first two humans, and now they have a detailed list of where all the reserves are, the many different types of energy that can be found on this planet, and the governments often giving them free samples."
The clearing went silent, the only sound that could be heard and it was faint; was Scrapper's torch as he finished sealing Thundercracker's cockpit. "Slag it all to Primus, Frenzy is right." Astrotrain suddenly exclaimed. "I can't believe I just said that."
"I know what you mean." Blitzwing agreed.
Megatron surveyed his men, he could not believe what he was going to suggest. "Maybe we need a human of our own." That caused every movement to cease, even Scrapper paused in his repairs. The mech did not meet any of their gazes for a solid Nano-second.
"You cannot be serious." Brawl grumbled. "No human is going to join us, not one we could possibly trust."
Swindle adding. "Yeah, and human's are so easily persuaded."
"That I cannot deny, but we may need to look into the possibility." Megatron responded, his men had a right to be skeptical.
It was then Soundwave's computer like voice made its appearance. "Gaining a human possible. Best if they are young." He spoke, his suggestion held a lot of merit, if they child was young than it was possible they had not been completely persuaded by the Autobots as of yet. That did not mean they could not be persuaded in the future however.
"What do you suggest, we kidnap a human child?" Starscream piped in, there was that issue as well. Decepticons in the public's eye were seen as uncaring, so much so that they would possibly harm sparklings. Another form of propaganda, it was an unspoken law that a child, it did not matter the species were not to be harmed. Megatron would personally offline anyone who dared to try. He was not alone in his sentiments, either.
"We are not suggesting anything, Starscream." Megatron replied calmly or as calmly as he could, before looking around. There were still much to repair. "Scrapper, we need to finish the repairs, and get back to base."
o.O.o
Not far from the clearing, there lied another situation. A small battered and bruised child, pacing back and forth in her bedroom. Every once and awhile she glanced at the darkness that seeped through the hallway, the hinges of her door busted, from when her father had all but torn the wooden door to her makeshift cell off. It was not the darkness that scared her, it was the absence of snoring that she was afraid of. She kept listening intently, to see if the sound ceased. Breathing again, only once she heard the monstrous breath once again. Looking around at her prison, her eyes eventually caught the dull shade of blue that were her own eyes. She stared at the girl within in the small and broken mirror, shards of glass around the floor; many of the pieces stained with her blood. She was small, very small even for a five year old. Her cheeks were sunken in due to lack of nutrition, her black curls were matted due to 3 years of neglect, and the once bright blue hue were dull with despair.
On top of the broken frame of the mirror, was the golden shape of the sun. The gold was tarnished, but even so the child could see where her name had been carefully carved into the metal material; Stella. Her mother was an astronomer, telling the child that she was her 'ray of sunshine.' The child could almost laugh at the now distant memory. Her life had not always been filled with pain, nor fear. The first two almost three years of her short life, had been the ideal childhood. Her mother's laugh would fill the house, as she would tell Stella about each and every constellation in the sky. Her father's warm embrace, had been filled with nothing short of paternal love. That was a show, Stella would come to realize. The man was cruel, as the nights leading up to her third birthday had been filled with yelling, crying, and the sickening sound of leather hitting skin. Two nights after that, her mother had fled the house; leaving her daughter behind.
Stella remembered, as her father had struck her for the first time that night. Tears filled her eyes, but she dared not to weep. She dared not to make a sound, as she moved to get her backpack. It held only a change of clothes, and a few candy bars. Nothing sustainable, but enough to get her started. Moving to the window softly, taking another moment to listen to the heavy snores once again. She carefully unlocked the window, biting her lip as the window made a squeal as she pulled the pane upwards. Tossing her bag out first, she watched as it safely landed on the wet ground. She took note of the heavy rainfall, it would slow her down slightly; but she hoped that it would also mask any sound the could follow as she ran.
Taking a very deep breath, she took the leap. She didn't get very far as a hand shot out and grabbed her before she could make a break for the clearing of trees the lay in front of her. Turning her head, the scream that was desperate to escape her lips failed. Her blue eyes wide in horror, at her father's narrowed dark eyes, glinted in anger. "Where the fuck, do you think your going?" He demanded, his other hand going out to smack the child hard across her face. He raised his hand to strike her again, this time Stella began to struggle. She fought with every ounce of strength her small child's frame held, she could see he was watching her; mocking her. Taking the moment his guard was down, the girl used her head to smack into his nose. The man dropped her then, cursing loudly.
Stella did not hesitate for a moment, grabbing her bag once it came within reach She took off, running straight to the cover of trees. Her ears caught the sound of her father shouting profanities, but she did not look back. She kept moving forward, not even pausing as the trees began to scratch at her skin, and pull on her hair. The child kept going further and further into the forest, both thankful and terrified that her father had decided to place them in the middle of nowhere. Her eyes frantic, as she tried to see in the dark. Turning one way than the next, doing everything in her power to make it as difficult as possible for the man. However, even in her hectic and not well thought out escape; she was conscious to stay on the paths that animals had left behind.
In the background, she could hear the rattling of leaves from behind her. She could only assume it was her father chasing after her. However, it did seem that the sound was becoming quieter and quieter, as the distance between them grew. Eventually the silence began to track after her, but still the child kept going. Her heart pounded in her ears, head began to spin, but the child kept going. However no one could continue at that speed indefinitely, certainly not in a forest where anything could cause one to falter. In Stella's case it was a large root, sticking up from the ground.
A sharp stabbing pain, followed the hard fall to the ground. More tears sprang to the girl's eyes, as she slowly turned over; only to see the glint of a large shard of glass sticking out of her shin. Her small hand went to touch it, which caused and even sharper pain to pierce through her core. Taking several deep breaths, focusing on every single sound, and sight around her. Thankfully it seemed for the moment to only hold the rain softly pattering to the leaf littered ground. Scanning the area carefully, she looked for any sign of movement, anything at all. Her gaze snapped through a dense part of trees, peering ever so carefully, and there it was; an orange spark.
'Fire.' She thought, fire could mean one of two things. Either lightening had struck, in which case she was screwed and would be burned alive...or it meant people. Biting her lip, looking around the other parts of the dark forest around her. Turning her attention back, only to notice red dots moving around ever so slightly. "Hello." She whispered, fear gripping her heart.
"Hello." She said once more, louder than before. Stella could have been wrong, but it seemed a few of the red lights snapped in her direction. She could also have sworn she heard what could only be described as gears grinding. "Please..if you can hear me..Pl-please help me."
She went absolutely still, when loud foot steps came up behind her. How she did not notice, the girl did not know. Shaking in horror, not daring to turn for she already knew who it was. The scent of alcohol filling her nose, her eyes trained on the red lights as a few more seemed to have turned into her direction. "Help!" She managed to cry out, right as her face was shoved into the ground; by a rather large foot.
"It's just you and me." The sickening voice of her father hissed. "Thought you could get away, did you?" He asked, twisting the toe of his foot roughly against her skull. Stella was silent, sobbing softly into the cold dirt in her face. Crying out when he moved his foot, to slam in her back. The air being knocked out of her lungs as he continued the assault on her back, his goal it seemed was to attempt to crack her spine. "Do you not realize, I own you?" He questioned, "with out me you are nothing..you could be nothing." He seethed, before laughing abruptly. "Hell, without me bitch. You would not exist."
Flinching, as the familiar sound of him undoing his belt. He followed it by snapping it against itself, creating the horrifying loud clap of leather against leather. Bile began to fill her throat, as she waited for the first strike. All Stella could do in that moment, was shut her eyes.
What did y'all think of memory lane with Megatron, like I said I want the Con's to have a past a reason to why they are. It kind of follows the comics in a way, but with my own twist. How yall like the little mentions of Autobot propaganda? Oh, what am I doing that isn't the correct questions. If yall are new to how I write, than at the end of all my chapters I ask you the reader what you think will happen in the upcoming chapter. Those of you who have read the story before no spoiling for the others. XD.
1.) Who will save Stella?
That is all I have in the books question wise at the moment, I know kinda basic. However with everything, please give your reviews. They can be as little or as detailed as you would like. Thank you all and happy reading.
Nature Faustus