Chapter Eight: Road to redemption

Ratchet was the first to come out of his daze, only to find Knockout passed out on the floor at his side. He swore and knelt doing a scan to see if there was any damage. There was none, fortunately, Knockout's processor had simply overloaded with a rush of too many informations at the same time. He shook him firmly and the other medic soon came by.

"Wha...? Ho Primus!" He jumped to his pedes, looking frantically around apparently looking for something. "He's gone..." He finally said sounding both relieved and deeply disappoited by this. "They both are. Slag... My head..."

He groaned and pressed a hand to his aching head. His processor was killing him... for a sensitive like him, being in the presence of such a powerful entity as primus was like plugging himself to a direct feed into the Universal Knowledge. It was too overwhelming, and he shorted out because of the huge amounts of information he received in the length of a few minutes.

"Savage! The sparklings!" He suddenly exclaimed, and rushing past a stunned ratchet, went to the room where the three of them were. He stopped upon seeing Savage up by the sparklings and rushed to him."Savage, you shouldn't be up! You're not healed yet!"

The small seeker turned to him with a little smile on his faceplates, his hand clamped firmly around the energon feed, and the other stroking the glass of the womb. "They've been blessed by Primus. My little ones... My sparklings..." He wavered and would,ve fall to the floor if Knockout hadn't caught him. "May little treasures..." He rpeated, dreamily, seemingly a little out of it still.

Thankfully, Savage hadn't truely passed out other wise the sports car wouldn't have been able to handle the flyer's full weight.

"I know they've been blessed by Primus, I felt it the second I came in here." Knockout replied.

He had ever felt something so pure in all his life, Primus had truely blessed the twins, it no longer mattered who thier father was, the little ones were free of thier father's evil. Sadly, the same could not be said for Savage, the medic could still feel Unicron's hold on him.

"C'mon, lets get you back to the berth." Knockout said gently.

Savage made no objection, he had worn himself out, a nap would do him some good.

'Now I can die knowing that both Megatron and my little ones will be safe from my master's hold...'

He was out cold the second he laid down on the berth.

Megatron rushed to the medbay the moment he shook himself out of this daze, and barged in with Optimus on his heels. The Autobot leader was trying to talk him out of any mad idea he may have had at what had just happened.

"Megatron, please, calm down. It won't help your brother to get so mad." he said as they reached the doors and Megatron busted in. "The little ones are not in any danger anymore, even you can realize it. Savage can still be saved."

Megatron turned around to face Optimus, his red optics blazing with fury and a good bit of worried awe. The warlord hated not to be in control of what was going on, and he felt helpless. A feeling he was so not used to... "Calm down? CALM DOWN?! How could I fragging /calm down/ when Unicron, and nor fragging Primus HIMSELF are playing with my brother's and his sparklings's lives?! Ho, I'm VERY calm optimus! Totally and utterly calm!" he almost shouted, but a moment later, ratchet, in all of his ratchet-ish cool, calm level-headed way came up behind him, and with a hand, clasp the point on his neck joint that would make him paralyzed.

"Now, you're calm." The medic said in a flat, matter-of-fact tune. "Can you help me put this big hunk of metal on a berth please? he needs some times to calm down."

Megatron was glaring daggers at ratchet, he was paralysed but not offline. Optimus sighed and put him on the berth where he would stay until he was ready to have a calm, level-headec conversation.

Ratchet shook his head, Megatron sometimes had a one tracked mind when it came to certain things. But he had the right to be a little freaked out, it wasn't everyday you heard the voices of the Gods.

He then turned to Knockout. "How's Savage?"

When Knockout told what had happened, Ratchet's optics widened to the point where they looked like they were going to pop out of his head.

"By the allspark! Those two are definitely related!" Ratchet fumed. "I'll check him over and the sparklings, you go check on Soundwave."

Knockout nodded then headed over to the next room where Soundwave was still resting. He froze when he saw a ghostly figure standing over Soundwave's battered form.

The ghostly figure looked up when Knockout entered. Said figure smiled warmly at the medic before vanishing into a puff of white smoke. Knockout hadn't realized that he had been holding his breath until aft er the ghostly apparition had vanished.

Cautiously, he approached Soundwave's berth. His optics widend in shocked awe, Soundwave's injuries were fully healed. After running a quick scan he gasped at the results, Soundwave was no longer deaf mute and blind!

"By Primus!" he couldn't help the exclamation and thought it was ironic. If it hadn't been Primus, then it was one of His Messengers. "Miracles become a common occurrence around here it seems."

Soundwave was awakening on the berth and he groaned, feeling.. different. In fact, he felt normal. Like he'd never even been crippled. He opened his optics, and saw, while sounds assaulted his audio receptors. Like nothing happened! He could open his mouth too, and he almost broke down crying at the relief that flooded him.

"How..." he croaked out his voice crackling with emotions.

"A little help from a wandering Messenger." ratchet smirked, his optics twinkling bringhtly. "A Miracle, Soundwave. Don't question it."

Knockout approached Megatron who was no longer paralyzed and was now standing infront of the artificial womb looking down at the sparklings.

Optimus was patiently waiting his turn to see the little ones, for as long as he could remember he had always had a soft spot for sparklings.

"Lord Megatron." Knockout said barely containing his excitement.

"Yes, Knockout. What is it?" He said, taking his optics off the sparklings for a second.

"Its Soudwave, my lord. His injuries are fully healed." He replied.

Megatron's optics widened slightly, but after everything he witnessed that day, nothing could really surprise him anymore. However, that was wonderful news. "I am glad to hear that. I will go see him in a moment. Thank you Knockout."

The red medic nodded, and after that, he needed to go sit in a bench to calm himself and sort through everything that happened this day. He had actually fainted when the powerful presence of the Gods were amongst them... but he felt like something was amiss. When he lost consciousness something was given to him but he couldn't figure out what it was. Information, a new gift, something else? he was confused...

Ratchet went to him after maybe 15 minutes, wondering where he was. He found it there, deep in thoughts, and sat beside him. "Knockout, what's the matter? Is something wrong?"

"I don't know. I have the feeling that I'm missing something important here. It's... annoying." he replied, and look up at his elder with a frown.

Soundwave was still a little stiff but he was sure that he would be able to return to his duties in a couple days.

He knew Savage wasn't to blame for what happend to him, he was under the influence of the Chaos Bringer and pregnant with his offspring.

He sat up and looked for his visor and found that it too had been repaired.

'Someone must really like me.' He mused as he snapped on his visor.

He turned when someone entered the room where he had been recuperating from his attack. He bowed slightly when he saw that it was Megatron.

"My lord."

Megatron was relieved to see his first Lieutenant up and about, and smiled at him. "So you're completely healed. It seems like today had been a very strange day."

Soundwave couldn't argue that point. They had all had a very weird day. He was just glad that he was now healed and didn't really care who he had to thank for this. Primus Himself, a Messanger of Primus, whoever it was... he was just glad. When he was crippled, ad thinking he would never be himself again, he'd sank into a pit of horrible, dark depression. He couldn't picture himself living trapped in his own head. Telepathy could get him only so far and it as nothing like true sight and hearing.

"I am just glad to be whole again my Lord. It was an experience I don't want to experience ever again." he shuddered and hung his head a little shock finally catching up on him. He sat back on the berth and let out a shaky breath.

Megatron just smiled and squeezed his Lieutenant's shoulder in a warm, kind gesture. "You take all the time you need to recover. I can mange with only Starscream and Knockout for a bit."

"Yes my Lord. Thank you." Soundwave whispered, his voice a little rough like he was holding back emotions.

"My lord, there is something you should know. When I was attaked I was able to probe Unicron's mind and I learned that he is slowly killing Savage through the shard that lies within his sparkchamber." Soundwave told him.

"Then we remove the shard." Megatron said with a growl.

"That could kill him, my lord." Soundwave warned.

Megatron growed in annoyance, yet another roadblock!

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Savage found himself tied to a different medical berth, his arms were tied above his head. His legs were spread open and tied down as well.

He lifted his head and his spark froze in terror when he saw Unicron standing in the doorway a smirk on his face.

"Hello, my pet."

Savage shuddered and pulled on his bonds while the dark God walked over to him and used a claw to almost gently trace the edges of his chetplates. he was smirking wickedly and his purple optics were glinting with malice. "You look tempting, all trussed up like that. Hmmm..."

"M-master... I'm not well... Please..." He pleaded, really not feeling like being fragged right now. He whimpered when the claw moved from his chestplates to his panel slowly and tapped lightly.

"Ho but I'm not giving you a choice, am I? You're my pet, I can do with you as I please." he replied, a slight purr in his tune, sounding evil, dirty and wrong. "Open up, and you shall spare youself pain."

Knowing he had no other choice, Savage opened his panel. He wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, but knowing his master it wouldn't be over with anytime soon.

He unintentionally shivered when Unicron ran his clawed pointer finger down his right inner thigh.

"I promise that you will enjoy this." Unicron purred.

'Empty words.' Savage thought.

He suddenly let out a gasp when he felt something podding his open port. He lifted his head and looked and his optics widend when he saw that it was a large tentacle.

"There are so many ways to pleasure you, my pet. You will learn to enjoy it." Unicron told him as the tentactle slowly slithered into his port.

More tentacles appeared out of the dark God's body until there were at least 20 of them slithering all over Savage's body and into his port and even his mouth, muffling his cries. Unicron was smirking and his body looked like nothing nut a mass of slithering tentacles by now. "We'll see how you can handle that kind of pleasure..." he purred, watching his pet squirm.

The tentacles in his mouth were seeping fluids in a constant flow down his throat, filling his tanks slowly, and making him feel the pleasure even harder then he should. His plating getting tighter around his middle, the pliable metal bending to the constant flow of liquid being poured inside him. Savage writted, terrified and disgustingly aroused while he was being fragged senseless by at least 5 tentacles pounding his valve, and his movemnts slowing and getting more difficult as he got heavier from the damn thing the God was pouring inside him.

"Mmmmpfff! Mmmm... MMMM!" He cried through the tentacles stuffed in his mouth.

"Not enjoying it? Too bad... You look so very handsome like that my pet." Unicron chuckled, a hand appearing out of the tangle of tentacles to rub his slowly swelling middle.

Tears of humiliation and unwanted pleasure streamed down his face, he couldn't speak because of the mass of tentacles stuffed into his mouth. Unicron simply enjoyed watching his pet squirm helplessly, oh the things he had planned for him! Savage let out a muffled scream as he overloaded. After he overloaded, the mass of tentacles retreated, Savage threw up the fluid that had been forced down his throat during the whole ordeal.

Unicron chuckled and waved his hand which caused the vomit to vanish. The berth slowly tilted foward until it was no longer horizontal. The dark lord purred as he took Savage's chin and forced the flyer to look at him.

"We're just getting started, my pet." He brought his closer to kiss Savage.

"No." Savage growled.

"What was that?" Unicron asked.

"I said no." Savage replied.

Unicron's optics darkened with what appeared to be smoldering rage. "How dare you tell me no."

He moved so fast Savage didn't even saw him and was on him, a moment later, a hand wrapped around his throat and squeezing, claws pressing to his soft metal flesh. "You remember our deal, don't you, my pet? You would do all that I order you without questions, comes to me whenever I call you, and for that I will spare your brother." narrowing his optics, with a dangerous tune, he added, hissing like a angry Earth snake. "Are you getting back on your words?"

Savage felt sickening fear grip his spark, almost freezing the energon into his vein at the dark God's expression, and his tune. However, he wouldn't let go. he didn't wanted to be Unicron's toy any longer! he wanted to live... And save his brother! "I will not be your toy anymore! I'm my own master!"

His defiance made the Unmaker growl with rage and he lashed out, his claws leaving white-hot, hissing marks on his chestplates, above his spark. His hands melted to transform into two energon whips and he took a step backward. He was grinning cruelly, a sadistic glint in his optics, and he brought the whips on his pet hard, lashing many, many times, his screams music to his ears.

When he was done, he reformed his arms and walked back to his little wayward pet's sobbing form. Savage was limply resting on the table, his limbs still trapped and bound, and his chassis covered in tears and lashes. He was sobbing softly and shivering hard.

"Are you going to defy me again, pet?"

Savage shook his head, he didn't want that to happen again it hurt too much.

"Good," Unicron crooned placing a hand on the side of his face. "I don't like having to punish you after all you've done for me."

The bonds broke and Savage fell forward onto his hands and knees. Then in the deepest act of submission, he crawled over to his master and grabbed one of his legs and buried his face into said leg.

"I'm sorry, so very sorry, my lord." He rasped, his voice hoarse from screaming during the whipping.

"I will forgive your lapse in judgement this time, but do not let it happen again." Unicron replied.

"It won't, I swear it won't." Savage told him.

"Good, now get back on the berth, I wasn't finished playing with you." His master said, voice once again laced with lust.

Savage crawled back to the berth, letting go of his master,s leg after nuzzling the plating submissively one last time, and laid there shivering, whimpering in fearful anticipation. What had he been thinking?! he couldn't be openly defiant with Unicron! He had to remind himself that he was enduring this and doing it all for his brother...

"P-please master... be gentle..." He pleaded, wide red optics staring at the approaching form.

"Maybe... You've been a bad sparkling now my Pet, defying me and bad mouthing like that. You still deserve some... punishment." he purred, his tune lustful and laced with sadism, cruelty.

He pressed a digit to his pet's still bared valve and stroke the edges, feeling it quickly becoming wet again.

"My, my. You're already wet again. So eager." Unicron purred pressing his digit deeper into his pets port.

Savage moaned helplessly, hips bucking slightly. "I'm always eager for you, master."

"You are learning, my pet. That pleases me." He added a second finger and started to thrust his fingers in and out.

Savage sank his claws into the berth as his master's fingers continued to ravage his port.

"I believe you're ready for more." Unicron purred removing his fingers and opening his panel.

Unicron's cable extended, hard and thick, throbbing and ready for his pet's valve already. He stalked closer and loomed over him, purple optics studying him like a very interesting specimen. He entered him suddenly and sheathed himself to the hilt, feeling the valve clench and tight around him.

"Hmmm... You feel so good my pet." He stroke his chestplates with a claw, leaving a hissing, smoking line in his wake. "So soft and tender. I think that, before I kill you, I will have more use for your sinfully nice frame."

Savage sobbed and helplessly took it, feeling his valve stretch to its limits when Unicron filled him. He moaned and arched his back, clenching at the pain his claw was doing on his chestplates. He could see no way to get out of this situation...

Unicron's thrusts started out gentle but they soon grew harder and possessive. His pets whimpers and moans of sinful pleasure was music to his audio's. He wanted the fools aboad the Nemesis to know that Savage belonged to him and to him alone.

He gripped Savage's upper arms hard enough to leave bruises, he smiled when he heard his pet wince a little in discomfort.

Savage cried out in pain as Unicron sank his teeth into his shoulder, drawing blood.

"Never forget that you are mine." Unicron growled thrusting deeper and harder into his port.

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Ratchet heard whimpers and moans as entered the medbay. Curious, he headed toward the source of the noise.

He found that the source of the noise was coming from Savage. The flyer was gripping the edges of the berth hard enough to leave dents. He narrowed his optics when he saw a strange blotch on one of Savage's upper arms.

On closer inspection, he saw that it was a bruise... his optics widend when he saw a nasty bite mark on his shoulder, there were several scratches on his chest and stomach. He knew that Savage wouldn't do this to himself.

'Primus... what is he doing to you, Savage?'

-TBC-