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Okay, so, for those who aren't reading my other story, Son of Unicron, you should know that I've come up with a schedule for posting new chapter updates. Basically, I will post a chapter for my Transformer Prime stories every weekend but the story that will be updated is rotated. Simply put, this weekend I will post a chapter for A Vehicon's Worth and next weekend I will post Son of Unicron, and then the following weekend will be A Vehicon's Worth, then Son of Unicron, then A Vehicon's Worth, etc.
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Secret (Guest)- Don't worry, Steve will appear in the story. Afterall, what's a vehicon fanfic without him? But he won't be one of the main characters, he won't be a background character either, he'll just be somewhere in between. At least, that's what I plan for. Actually, he's in this very chapter.
Unfortunately, the peace didn't last as long as we hoped. By the end of the week, the Autobots were repaired and refueled. Although, they have been extremely active as of late; more so than usual. Yet, this might be due to the fact that a planetary alignment is upon us, one that has been predicted by the ancients.
Although, we vehicons are technically not supposed to know of this prophecy. The only reason why we do is that we vehicons have developed a habit of… eavesdropping on the higher-ups. This included any meetings. The vehicons who were guarding the room, that the higher-ups were having their meeting in, overheard our master recite the ancient prophecy. This 'prophecy' has scared quite a few vehicons, especially the part about the weak not surviving the upcoming disaster. Due to our flimsy armor, many have speculated that this will be the end for most, if not all, vehicons.
However, there are also those who don't believe the prophecy to be true at all. My brother, D4R-3K, is one such vehicon. He doesn't believe most of the words that come from Lord Megatron, so this prophecy is no exception. Although, as the planetary alignment, that the prophecy speaks of, grows nearer, I can see him slowly beginning to doubt his own words.
Regardless of how many believe him or not, our Lord and Master still plans to see this prophecy through to the end. According to the guards who overheard the meeting, Lord Megatron wants to speed up the construction of the Space Bridge so that we can prepare for the arrival of massive amounts of dark energon. He put his plan into motion by retracting vehicons from the mines and sending us as retrieval groups for the components required. My brother was sent along with a few others to fetch the last of these components, however, the Autobots interfered.
In order to assure victory for the Decepticons, our Master originally sent a squadron of eight flyers to accompany and protect the retrieval group, me being one of them.
My squadron and I were flying through the air while waiting for D4R-3K and the others to bring the component into the open so that we may bridge out of here. Unfortunately, that will have to come after we engage the Autobots.
Circling back around, my squadron and I began to open fire on the Prime and his followers. The Prime raised his blaster and fired in our direction. With a spin, I managed to dodge the blast, however, the flyer behind me was not as lucky and received the hit. I winced at his cry of pain as he left my peripheral vision and begun his rapid descent to the ground.
Now with only seven left, we flew down and transformed into our bipedal modes to continue our assault. However, instead of running forward with the others, I let paranoia get the better of me and I stayed behind to cover the retrieval team, now that they were out in the open.
Even though they were outnumbered, the Autobots rapidly cut and blasted through the others. The blue femme, Arcee, beheaded M4R-10 before my very optics and charged at me without hesitation. I hardly had any time to think, so instead, I let my instincts take control.
I dodged her blade by moving to the side and delivered a knee to her smaller frame. She was slightly caught off guard and I tried to use that to my advantage, but she managed to dodge my punch. Acting quickly, she performed an uppercut to my visor and chipped a piece at the bottom off. I brought up my servos to guard my helm and braced for an attack that never came. Hearing the femme grunt in pain, I lowered my servos to find my twin attacking the Autobot.
"Are you just gonna stand there or help me?" He asked through the bond as he threw a punch at the Autobot.
Arcee jumped up to avoid D4R-3K's punch before landing on top of it. She pushed off of his arm, she leaped and flipped over my twin. She landed behind him and prepared to turn and slice through him, however, I knew of her plan and placed my frame between them both. I felt a searing pain as her blades sliced through my armor and protoform. I let out an agonized howl and knelt down, clutching my now severed arm. Multiple warnings popped up in my HUD but I pushed them aside and forced myself to focus on the enemy.
"Galen, fallback to the others!" My twin shouted before throwing another punch at the Autobot, this time making sure not to miss.
Although I didn't want to leave him to fight her alone, I knew that I'd only be a burden rather than help. Gritting my denta, I pushed up on my pedes and retreated to where the only two remaining vehicons guarded the component. Now that I was at a safe distance, D4R-3K dodged another hit from Arcee before backing up to where we were. The four of us deployed our blasters and aimed at the Autobots, who prepared to terminate us.
However, before we could fire, the distinct sound of a cybertronian jet thundered behind us. It was then followed by the sound of plates shifting before a silver blur landed before us, crushing the concrete and sending up a cloud of dust in the process.
"Optimus," Lord Megatron said, standing up to his full height.
With the Autobots' attention on our Master, D4R-3K slightly turned to me while still keeping an optic on the enemy. Using my servo, I cupped the ripped joint of my elbow articulator in an attempt to slow the amount of energon flowing out.
"I'm going to kill you if you offline on me, Galen." D4R-3K threatened in a whisper so that Lord Megatron and the Autobots couldn't hear. Despite the venom in his words, I knew that he was just worried.
"ARRRGH!" I heard someone whirl and I looked up to discover that the Autobots' scout had arrived. When he raised his blasters, my twin and the other two vehicons, V3N-U5 and P3R-RY, began to power up their own but ceased when our master raised his servo. Even though I couldn't see his faceplates, I was certain that Lord Megatron was grinning.
"Ratchet," The Prime called. "Bridge us back now!" A moment after his order, a ground bridge opened up behind them. "Bumblebee, return with Arcee and Rafael." The youngling looked like he was about to protest but the Autobot that severed my arm cut him off by guiding him into the vortex.
The sand at my pedes began to swirl and fly up around us from the abrupt change in air currents. I looked up and watched as the Nemesis hovered above us and lowered the energon transport, or the 'Tube', as some vehicons would call it.
The sound of heavy pedes brought my attention back. We vehicons stepped aside to allow our master to step onto the ET. I removed my servo from my wound so that Lord Megatron wouldn't see. While one may think that to show him such a wound would show weakness, it is when one hides the wound that they show weakness. So ignoring the warnings flashing across my HUD and the throbbing pain in what is left of my elbow articulator, I stood tall as we ascended swiftly to the warship.
Once we arrived on the ship, Lord Megatron ordered the two vehicons in the room to help us take the final component to the storage room. As soon as he left, I collapsed to one knee and clutched what was left of my arm. D4R-3K immediately rushed to my side.
"That looks really bad," 5T3-V3 said. "I'd get him to Knockout quick." My twin glanced at the human technology in the room. "Don't worry, we can handle it."
"Thanks, guys," D4R-3K said before helping me up and walking with me to the medical wing. When we got there, we found Breakdown and Knockout in the middle of a conversation.
"I still can't understand how you could possibly find her attract -" Knockout cut himself off when he noticed us standing in the doorway. He stared at me for a moment, surprise evident in his expression. "I must admit, I didn't think any of you were actually going to survive." Shaking his helm, the red mech moved over to a berth and began to set it up. "Lay him here."
My brother did as instructed and Breakdown went into the back room, only to come out a moment later with a new arm and visor.
"Breakdown, could you…?"
"Got it, Doc." The mech responded before leading my twin over to another berth, where his dents were to be popped out and his scratches buffed. At one point, he had to take his visor off so that the large dent in it (from the femme no doubt) could be popped out. Meanwhile, Knockout had an energon tube running into the upper half of my arm.
"I'm going to turn off your pain receptors." He told me, although I doubt it was a warning. While he attached the new arm to me, I watched as Breakdown began a quiet conversation with D4R-3K. "I'll need you to remove your visor." Knockout said to me. I reached up with my good servo and pressed the latches on the side of the visor. With a click and a hiss, it came free and I let the cool air wash upon my faceplates.
After my optics adjusted, I noticed Knockout studying my faceplates. "Four optics, huh? Don't see that very often nowadays." The red mech's comment drew the attention of Breakdown and D4R-3K.
"Wait, both of you have four optics?" The blue mech asked as he glanced between my twin and I. "Hm, you two look almost exactly the same. Twin-sparks?" He asked.
D4R-3K looked at me for a moment before nodding at Breakdown. "Yes, Sir."
I was worried that they would inquire further, but luckily, the medic and his assistant weren't that curious.
Due to my injuries being more severe, D4R-3K was done before me. He gave his designation for the medical records and left to get a refuel of energon. Unfortunately, I still had to stay in the medical ward for another hour or two so that Knockout could finish working on attaching my new arm. However, right after my twin left, a message appeared in my HUD that the Prime was aboard the ship.
"Scrap," I heard Knockout mutter to himself. I presume he got the message as well. "Looks like I'm going to have to postpone -,"
"Hear me!" Lord Megatron's voice thundered throughout the warship, interrupting the red medic. "Any who lays a servo on Optimus Prime will have to answer to me." He warned before ordering Lieutenant Soundwave to open a ground bridge for the Prime. Not even a minute passed before damaged vehicons were pouring in, making the medbay extremely cramped. At one point Knockout had to order some patients to remain outside so that he, Breakdown, and the MedCons (vehicons trained specifically for medical purposes) could move swiftly between patients. When I didn't see my twin amongst the battered frames, I decided to contact him through the bond.
"Darek? Are you alright?" I asked.
"Oh, so you do care about me." He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm fine. I managed to avoid the Autobot, though these poor sparks didn't. By the Pit… and he calls himself a Prime."
"He is a Prime, though. He has the Matrix of Leadership."
"Galen, you already know my opinions on the mech, so don't argue with me."
Indeed I did know. So did every other vehicon as a matter of fact, but not because D4R-3K was popular. Actually, it was the opinion itself that was popular.
Every vehicon despises the Prime either due to personal reasons or something else entirely. Furthermore, half of the vehicons find the Prime to be unworthy of the title while the other half believes that he's not worthy and is pretending to be a Prime. My brother and I fit into the former category.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed vehicons beginning to shuffle out of the room in a hurry.
"What's going on?"
"Were you spacing out again?" When I didn't reply, I felt a small ping of annoyance come from him. "Megatron just ordered all able vehicons to report to the mining docs. Don't ask me why cause I ain't there yet."
"Well keep me updated, alright? It's gonna be boring sitting on my aft for the next few hours."
"Aye, aye, Captain." D4R-3K snickered and I rolled my optics beneath my visor. I continued to sit quietly while I watched the medical staff move from vehicon to vehicon. I took note of which mechs weren't saved on time.
Letting out a vent, I leaned my helm back on the metal berth and stared at the ceiling. 'Maybe I should just fall into recharge. Knockout's going to be busy for a while, so might as well -' My thoughts were cut off by the sound of heavy pedesteps echoing outside the Med Bay; pedesteps that every vehicon - no - every Decepticon knew.
The Med Bay doors slid open to reveal the silver frame of Lord Megatron.
"Ugh, what is it now - Ah!" Knockout exclaimed once he saw who he almost mouthed off to. "M-My liege! Uh… what brings you here?"
"What do you think, Doctor?" Our Master asked.
"Oh... right." Knockout muttered before abandoning his current patient and following Lord Megatron to a medical berth across from mine. I noticed how all the vehicons in the room were trying their best to avoid staring at our Master or his… purple energon.
"Darek," I started. "Megatron is here, in the Med Bay but he's leaking dark energon." I didn't hear a response from him. I tried to call for him again until I realized that I couldn't contact him because he was too far.
The feeling of someone watching me distracted me from my brother. I turned to find my Master glaring at me, his purple optics narrowed. I was confused as to why until I noticed a vehicon behind him gesturing to her visor.
'Slag.'
"M-my sincerest apologies, Lord Megatron," I said as I quickly reached for my broken visor, as the new one still needed to be synced with my helm, and clicked it into place. My master stared at me for another moment before turning back to the medic, who I could tell wanted to say something but chose not to. Probably for the best. However, my processor was not on the medic, but on Megatron. 'He saw my faceplates… By the Allspark, he saw my faceplates…' The words repeated in my helm as I tried not to stare at the former champion of the Pits of Kaon. 'I pray to Primus that he didn't recognize me…'
I needed to warn D4R-3K as soon as possible. I can only hope that I didn't just blow our cover.
For those who might think that Arcee wouldn't have struggled as much when it came to her fighting Galen and Darek, I can only slightly agree with you. Arcee was mostly caught off guard by the sudden change in strategy from Galen, and while his armor may be weaker, he still has the fighting experience of a gladiator. Plus, Darek is the same so having them both attacking her would have slowed Arcee down but not kill her. I hope that clears some things up.
Also, please don't be afraid to tell me if you think that any characters (both canon or made up) are becoming Overly Powered or Out of Character.
Oh, and final note (I promise this is the last one) what do you think of the new summary? I felt like changing it to make people more interested in the story. Please tell me what you think of it!
Anyway, have a good night (or day... or afternoon... or pizza... or whatever)