Frighteningly Trapped

Rating: T

Characters: First Aid, Megatron, other characters

Warnings: violence, psychological torture

Summary: He really should have paid attention to where he was and if he could get way from his attacker.

Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing for fic writing.

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"Prime, the shuttle carrying the Protectobot team never reached its destination."

A horrified silence filled the room so deeply that an energon sword could possibly cut through it. Jazz shifted uneasily, but his movement altogether when Ironhide's cannons started whirring to life quietly. Optimus eyed the older mech silently, before turning back to the messenger who was watching them quietly.

"How badly damaged was the transport that carried them?"

The mech was silent at first – possibly accessing the message thought Optimus.

"The engines of the transport were destroyed before impact and there were also several smaller explosions in several areas of the transport."

Prime nodded and then began to give out orders that a team be sent out to retrieve any survivors of the crash though the voice of the messenger was able to break through the haze of anger and fear.

"Sirs, I was also told that the crash site is on the edge of Autobot territory and almost into the territories of both Neutrals and the Decepticons."

This cycle did not seem to be going very well at all, though at least Prime was feeling sure and knew that it was possible that the Autobots could try and successfully retrieve the survivors before either of the other two parties could get close to the crash site.

He glanced at Jazz slightly.

"Jazz gather a team and mount a rescue mission. Ironhide help me get Inferno to the repair bay, Red Alert, Prowl watch for anything suspicious."

The small Ops mech nodded sharing a brief glance with Prowl before he nodded and left the room to assemble his team. Then others set about their assigned tasks as Ironhide and Optimus carried Inferno between themselves down to the bay, where Ratchet and Wheeljack were still working on some mechs, who had been partly caught in the blast area.

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First Aid came online hazily trying to figure what the frag had happened. He could vaguely remember getting into a ship with his brothers and -

Where were his brothers!?!

He turned his head around wildly as he looked for them, trying hard to find them through the gestalt bond. It was soon even more apparent to him that something was very wrong because the bond was too quiet. He then gave himself a quick scan on his hurting body and grimaced behind his mask, the damage from the crash had left his internal comm beyond repair, the areas that had been repaired by Ratchet and Wheeljack were now sporadically sparking or leaking energon from both old and new wounds.

Then there was the sound of falling metal close to his location, he turned his head to location, so he turned his head to see Beachcomber stumble into view, the minibot's armor was dented, leaking energon, sparking even in some places, and part of his visor band was completely destroyed. First Aid realized then that the minibot geologist was half blind now and he was very violently surprised when the smaller mech started to scream.

Then he was horrified when the minibot offlined suddenly by the one mech that was now haunting his recharge cycle. The mech's four optics brightened when he spotted the young medic, their staring contest was soon broken when several Decepticons landed in the area, one of them being Megatron himself and the mech did a quick half bow.

"Lord Megatron."

"Rengalam."

The mech then grasped First Aid's arm roughly and pulled him over harshly next to Beachcomber's prone form.

"I present you with two Autobot hostages, my Lord."

The warlord smirked cruelly.

"Excellent."

TBC