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Chapter 3

Pixel was quite shocked when she awoke to find herself on a medical berth. Not only that, but when she looked down at her chassis, she was shocked to see it was glowing with the gleam of recent polish. But who would've done this? Megatron was a suspect but this type of polishing took a skilled servo and her armor was quite fragile. She could not find a single scratch on her body. Arachnid would have probably ripped her armor off rather than polish it this nicely. The drones were not cultured enough for such an art. No, this type of polish was for those who were familiar with luxuries. Perhaps the one that recorded voices? It was a little difficult to think with the slight throbbing in her helm. Then all the memories rushed backed to her and Pixel was quick to become frantic.

"Oh dear, love. Seems you woke with fright, eh? No need to fear. I got you fixed up and ready to go. The injury to your helm was a scratch compared to what I'm used to fixing. As for your armor, it was too lovely to not give it the polish it deserves." a voice purred from nearby. Pixel was surprised that this mech had just now caught her attention. It was quite obvious he had been there quite some time with a data pad in servo.

"You're the one that did all of this...? Thank you very m-much..." Pixel mumbled shyly, weary of this new mech and his egotistic appearance. The Decepticon insignia automatically made her fearful. That sign meant only hardships and woes for the young femme.

"You are very welcome, dear. The name is Knock Out and Megatron ordered me to take extra good care of you. He also threatened me with a flight mode. So you are going to be in perfect, capable servos. As for the older mech, he's in quite the shape. Arachnid is not the mercy type for anyone. Though she does, loath Soundwave for kicking her aft. But that's a whole other story, love. How does your helm feel?" he asked, coming near to examine the repair.

How did she feel? How was she supposed to feel? Her only living caretaker in her life was beat badly and probably placed somewhere terrible! The medic was a little taken back to see little tears flow down her porcelain features.

"There, there! I'm sure if you ask Megatron nicely he won't be able to say no to a face like yours. No more crying." Knock Out said gently, giving her shoulder a small squeeze.

Pixel's tanks clenched sickeningly at the mere mention of Megatron's name, nether-less the implied idea of begging him. But she would if it meant that Captain would be okay and they would be reunited. But still, she was so confused in his situation. All the history file in all of Cybertron could not of prepared her for these atrocious mechs...and femme, yet Arachnid was worse than some of these drones put together.

"Where is Captain? I-Is he nearby? I have to take care of him." Pixel whimpered desperately, pleading optics staring up at the eccentric medic.

"I'm sorry but I can not help you. My job is to take care of you, not that washed up piece of scrap. Hmph, to think he used to be such a great warrior in his day. But he's outdated much past his prime." Knock Out explained, getting some energon for her.

"Then when may I speak to Megatron?" Pixel asked, taking the glass even though her tank was twisted knots.

"Whenever he sends Soundwave for you. He's the one that never speaks unless through voice recordings. Legend has it that he lost his vocalizer when he fought as a gladiator along with Megatron. Legend also says that Megatron was the one that did it. It was a fight to the death, love. Yet, Megatron was said to of refused killing Soundwave and ever since the quiet mech has serve his Master in gratitude of his mercy. Of course, that all could be a lie and he could just be a quiet mech that worships Megatron's ideals. Who knows? Not my problem." he chortled, imploring her to drink the nourishment.

Pixel was so slow as she drank from the glass. She knew she wouldn't have a choice if the tyrant wanted her to be in her best of state. All she wanted was her Captain and the rest of her family back. What use could she be to a mech like Megatron?

"Damn Bulkhead got the upper hand on me this time!" a voice growled viciously as a very large figure with one optic entered the room. This bot was massive and just the sheer girth of this mech was enough to make Pixel tremble and press her self close to the berth in an attempt to make herself small, well, smaller. Not that Megatron had this same effect on her.

"I told you, Breakdown, games are only fun to play when you're winning. Why don't you let this old grudge match end? Or do you fancy the big lug?" Knock Out chided, throwing a polishing rag in his direction. The mech couldn't stand a scuffed up bot, unless it was Autobot of course.

"Don't even go there, K.O. I don't need your lip. Hey, who's the kid?" Breakdown asked, turned his helm to her direction. Pixel's spark felt like it stopped pulsing for a second.

"Megatron's new 'prize', she arrived on a ship that docked here. Long story short, she and another mech are the only survivors. Megsie wanted her well-taken care of. Which I would have done anyways for such a piece of art." Knock Out explained, that same egotistic smirk plastered to his face. Breakdown merely grunted in acknowledgement. Though he did feel bad for the scared femme.

"I'm not going to hurt ya, kid. You can stop staring at me like that." he chortled softly, setting himself on the floor to relax. Pixel was still weary but relaxed a tiny bit when he gave her the slightest of smiles. Though that did not last long when Arachnid invited herself in.

"Hmph, I see you finally made it back, cyclops. It's about time! You're lucky Lord Megatron did not question your whereabouts but I'll make sure of it." the femme hissed so harshly that it made little Pixel flinch. Breakdown on the other hand, was not fazed.

"Fighting an Autobot, acid breath. Not that it's your business anyways. I'm sure you didn't come all this way just to chide me. What ya want?" the hulking mech growled, moving himself off o his comfortable spot on the floor to get up.

"Megatron ordered me to fetch his doll. Though I see that even with Megatron's personal polish you could not make the femme even close to presentable. I do not see why he would allow such a creature the honor. Especially for an Autobot!" Arachnid spat, purple optics examining Pixel's chassis like a hawk. Pixel was not a very confident femmling and her tiny self-pride took a blow. She could not help the tears from springing to her optics. Though she tried her best to keep them held back.

"Now come along, femme. Lord Megatron hates to be kept waiting for any period of time." Arachnid said, walking with the intent for Pixel to follow her.

"Here she is, my Lord. As you have ordered." Arachnid announced with a showy bow. Megatron did not even pretend to acknowledge her words. His optics seemed to be on one bot and one bot only.

Pixel stood quietly and awkwardly as she tried to look anywhere there was not someone staring back. She decided on her peds since everywhere she looked, a drone stood watching her.

"Bow, you little brat." Arachnid hissed, holding her hand as if to punish the poor femmling with a brutal slap.

"Enough!" boomed Megatron's loud voice as stood angrily from his throne. The spider femme instantly backed away with awareness of his anger. Pixel nearly fainted as the mech laid his optics back on her.

"The only ones allowed to lay a hand of the femme is either Soundwave, Knock Out, or myself. Is that understood?" he growled, turning to fix his crew with a looked that dared them to disobey.

"Sir, yes, sir!"