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Silence was what greeted Megatron's audios as he slowly came back online. He still ached but at least the pain in his leg, mostly, wasn't there anymore. Clenching his right fist he realized something was missing. He snapped on his optics and looked at his right arm panic rushing through his systems.

"My cannon!" he exclaimed in alarm

"Your cannon has been tended to." Said a quiet voice off to his left "I have it here with me."

Megatron froze, that voice he hadn't heard before that he was sure of and he didn't like it. It was a female's voice but still held an authoritive vibe to it. Soft spoken, calm, and perfectly centered, he knew all to well. It was all it similar to his, well in a femme way.

Mentally hitting himself for letting his guard down once again he turned to the direction where the voice had come from. Setting down against the wall her figure shadowed and seating almost snuggly in her lap, her legs crossed, was his cannon.

"Your cannon was damaged slightly." She began looking down at the weapon of mass destruction "I repaired it quite nicely if I say so myself" the slightest sound of satisfaction in her voice.

She was right; he could see were she had polished it to perfection but just the slightest look of a wielding work was evident on its onyx black frame. The light overhead made the cannon glisten and was the only thing that reviled the repair lines. But the lines were insignificant compared to the cannons new powerful and perfect look. Megatron dared to think that it made it look beautiful.

After a few fleeting moments Megatron said, "I appreciate it greatly."

"Commander Quick Silver." The femme nodded her head in respect "But my girls call me Silver."

There were a few moments of silence after the Decepticon commander nodded his own head in respect to the femme. He watched the femme turn her glowing red optics to gaze down at the weapon her crossed thighs a faint smile playing on her lips.

"This is an Mx00 - Fusion Cannon1. . .from the black series correct? A very rare cannon indeed. I've never actually seen one before now." holding up the cannon up in one hand studying it with the utmost fascination.

He couldn't deny to himself that he was impressed but he'd never tell her "You known your weapons" he stated instead "but I'd appreciate it more if you handed it back to it's rightful owner." extending his hand out

He narrowed his optics when he watched a smile play across her lips that said you-keep-wishing-that. "I'm sorry but. . .I can't do that." That made Megatron frown deeply "I have the welfare of my team to look after. Besides your still to weak from earlier."

Megatron followed her gaze as she stood up, that frown still on his face. It was one thing for him not to have complete control in his hands, but someone taking control of his own cannon! Ludicrous.

As she stood the mech commander looked over her person sizing her up. This femme -Quick Silver- was heavily built but she still had her feminine curves. Her optics where a fierce, cold red. Her 'lipstick' was two different colors; black on the top and deep red on the bottom.

Megatron wasn't sure what kind of tank she turned into considering she had treads that went around like the shape of a tire one on each shoulder. Just as her name stated she was a beautiful silver similar to his own just darker with blue, gold, and deep red trim.

"Don't worry Megatron" she began "You'll get your cannon back soon enough. My medic will be here momentarily to do a quick check up and additional repairs if needed. Don't argue!"

"So you know whom I am" the mech stated, optics ridge raised slightly "Your Decepticons didn't appear to."

Smirking "Of course I do and yes they didn't. Most of my girls are young only Majors and my medic knew who you were."

Megatron didn't reply he just leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling contemplating.

'What a predicament I've gotten myself into', he thought angrily

Megatron heard the door open then close again. He looked back up a little stunned as he realized Quick Silver had left, he didn't even hear her move to leave.

'That's a strange femme.'

Megatron leaned his head back down on the medical berth once again and off lined his optics, starting to think of what to do next and what his options where. He wasn't in any condition to picking fights but he suspected that these females meant no harm, but he couldn't let his guard down for an instant. That he was sure of.

Nor did he have any clue as to the location of this base or how to get out of here, to Darkmount. He kept on scrolling threw ideas and planes.

Megatron heard the door open and close for the second time. He quickly on lined his optics and brought his sensors on the newcomer.

"Identify yourself", he ordered pointedly

"Scrapple", was all the females voice said.

"Your the medic Quick Silver referred to I presume?" solemnly

"Your information is correct", she said almost emotionally

"Great", he said sarcastically

"There is no need to worry. I do nothing but repairs and maintenance."

This female made Megatron very uncomfortable for some reason. There was just something about her that made his systems rattle with nervousness.

"Are you perhaps related to Majors, I believe that's her name" watching her from the corner of his optic.

"Affirmative. She's my elder sister." She stated with her back to Megatron

After a few minutes Scrapple turned back around with a scanner and a felled tool tray near by. Just as she said a few minutes ago she repaired him with the utmost perfection but even after that he still hurt. That was just after affects and could be expected.

Megatron didn't realize he had fallen into recharge close to the time Scrapple had finished her repairs. He only realized this until latter, to his dismay.

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Mx00 - Fusion Cannon- is my idea

Transformers and all related char(s) belong to Has/Tak and co.

The femmes (Femme Con Team aka FCF) and the plot, belong to me

Names and characters are entirely coincidental