Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Chapter 7

"Rise and shine, princess." a voice seemed to squirm itself into Pixel's receptor.

"Huh...? Captain..? I don't want to wake up..." Pixel mumbled back, curling deeper into the cold surface she was lying on. A light nudge on her shoulder was enough to make her online her optics. With confusion, she found herself looking at a...what was he? Was it a he? What a strange creature he was to the femmling. Was this what inhabited this planet? Her optics were forced to dim as the blinding light filtered in. A light from above was shining brightly down from above. Besides this light, the room was nearly pitch black.

"Who are you?" she asked meekly, trying to sit up but the pain that jolted through her chassis made it impossible.

"My name is Silas, the leader of an organization known simply as M.E.C.H. If you are not aware of 'what' I am, my kind are called humans. But not all of us are equal. You could almost say the only difference between our kinds are the shells we come in." Silas explained, his eyes seeming to bore into her own.

"Hello, my name is P-Pixel. It's nice to meet you, Silas. B-But why am I here? Why does my chassis hurt so much?" she asked sweetly, trying to massage the circuits in her legs and arms to ease the soreness.

"Ah, aren't you a polite bot? The pain will go away shortly. We hadn't expected you to be so small and used too much voltage. But as I said, it's only temporary. As for why you are here, this organization is dedicated to bringing a new world order through the use of cutting-edge technology. Technology that we have only been able to access by taking your kind apart. I'm not the one for sugar coating facts. But do not worry yourself with such things. That fate will not befall you as long as you listen to orders. Now, I have questions for you." he concluded, arms still crossed behind his back like a general.

Pixel did not know what to think.

Take…her apart? Was this human male within the realm of sanity? Yet he stared at her with the intensity of one twice her size instead of smaller.

"What questions do you have for me…?" she asked timidly, finally managing to upright herself. The pain was still there but it was ebbing away. The room she was in was small but looked like a warehouse of sort. There was a large door that looked like it slid up, that must have been how they got her in here in the first place. A human size door was also there but on the opposite side. She assumed that it connected to a much larger building.
But all her observations merely told her that she had no way out, that once again she was a prisoner to a being with great power.

"How old are you?" he asked. A human she hadn't noticed before was standing in the shadows with a data-pad, waiting to jot down her words.

"I-I'm not exactly sure. Captain always said there was no sense in keeping up with age since every day was just as important as the next. All I know is that I've hit an age that…he became more protective for some reason." Pixel answered honestly, glancing down her chassis to see if any damage had been done. From what she could see, there was none.

"I see, Starscream says that you are newly matured. So I would say that in human years you are about seventeen going on eighteen. Next question, what factions are you affiliated. Your insignia says you are an Autobot but you were seen with the leader of the Decepticons." Silas responded, his eyes seemingly not blinking from his spot in the darkness.

"I'm an Autobot. B-But I was captured by Megatron when our ship landed. I lost everyone…."she whispered sadly, memories trickling back so vividly she could nearly smell the scent of freshly spilled energon.

"Prisoner of war makes sense since you're in a war after all. That's enough questions for now. You will remain here until I retrieve you." He grunted, turning away from her and exiting through the human door on hinges. The other human followed him quickly.

Pixel's spark clenched as the single bright light above her shut off and she was left to the darkness. She desperately tried to keep from over-ventilating as fear crawled into her every circuit. The little femme was afraid of many things but one that terrified Pixel the most was the dark. Perhaps it stemmed from the tales of Decepticons lurking in the dark, prowling on young femmes. Old tales that the older mechs had loved to scare her with during her days as a sparkling.

As she tried to go to the human door to beg for the lights back on, she was shocked as she was yanked back by something around her neck.

"Wh-What?" she exclaimed, servos instantly coming to her neck. Cold metal met her digits. A collar was her first thought but as she felt all around it, she found that a chain was connected to it. It was a….shackle. These humans had her shackled like an animal! Even Megatron had given her comfortable living quarters as his prisoner.

"You have done me a great dishonor today, Pixel." Megatron's voice growled in her receptor. Pixel whipped around to see the source of the voice and found none. It took her a minute to realize that it was her com-link.

"M-Megatron is that y-you?" she whimpered, her words full of terror. Not from him but from the situation.

"Yes, but I remember trusting you enough to find you back in the meadow when I came to retrieve you. Can you guess what I found? No? NOTHING!" his voice boomed so loud it hurt her receptors.

"I'm so sorry! There were these humans and they hit me and there was Starscream and this human named Silas!" Pixel blurted through sobs as she curled back on the cold, metal floor.

"Humans and Starscream….? I should have known he would side himself with lesser beings. M.E.C.H is the organization if I remember correctly. Are you hurt though? What is your condition?" Megatron asked, quickly changing his tone from rage to concern for her.

"I-I'm fine, they hit me with this blast that froze my systems really badly. M-Megatron, I'm scared…I want to be back home. They have me tied up by my neck!" she cried pitifully, yanking at the metal trap on her neck. For a second, Megatron was caught off guard by the fact she called his ship…'home' but her cries brought him back to the problem at hand.

"I'm tracking your signal now and believe me, the humans will regret ever laying a filthy hand on y-" but the communications were cut abruptly off.

"H-Hello? Are you t-there?" she whimpered, trembling as she realized how alone she was once more. It didn't last long though as the warehouse door slid up, pulled up by one long-taloned servo.

"So sorry, little one, but I can't have Megatron disturbing our plans." a familiar hoarse voice chuckled.

"S-Starscream!" Pixel gasped, crawling as far away as the shackle would allow. The seeker smirked as he made his way in. The poor femme looked pitiful as she stared up at the mech with terror-filled optics.

"Calm yourself. If I wished you any harm, your energon would already be spilled across this floor. As for your conversation with Megatron, well, I always knew my signal disruptor would come in handy soon. How are you feeling? Well, I hope. I'd hate to see you in distress when there is no need. You will be fine here...pet." he chortled, coming close enough to give the chain a little tug.

"Let me g-go or e-else!" she growled threateningly, but her trembling and timid nature made it seem like a kitten meow.

"Or else what? You'll whimper me to death? I hardly doubt you're a threat. Though Megatron's fascination with you may cause me trouble. Fortunately, his feeble processor will never find this place." Starscream sneered, pulling her up roughly by her shackle. A sharp, pained gasp escaped Pixel as she dangled in his hold.

"Your chassis belongs to me, Pixel."