Chapter 2! Sorry for the wait! Note: the following few chapters will be a flashback, with some present day stuff added in.
Remember, this story is set in an alternate universe! Some of the characters will be different.
Also, Soundwave is mute. He uses recordings to speak. Ellipses represent static and tildes are when he changes voices in the recordings.
"Airachnid, you are wanted in the meeting room." The voice of Nightscar, an older Seeker, sounded on her commlink. "There is a meeting for all division commanders."
Of course there is. She had recently captured and tortured the Autobot spy Mirage, but her endeavor had not revealed any information. The enigmatic former Tower mech remained silent and stubborn; if he did speak it was to snarl at her in his hometown dialect, something he somehow made fierce yet imposing.
"Airachnid." A deep, drawling voice sounded behind her. She groaned inwardly, placing an acidic smirk on her face as she turned. Knock Out was heading towards her. His red biolights glowed in the dim light, and his matching optics held the slightest hint of malicious intent.
"Yes, what do you want, Knock Out?" She crossed her servos and slowed to allow him to catch up.
"How goes the interrogation?" the other hissed, his wings twitching. The strange mech was one of the rare triple changers they possessed, and aside from being the ship's only medic he was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, a very formidable warrior. He was known to have attacked a few of the Vehicons and even a few of the division members when he became bored, so everyone had to watch their back, constantly looking over their shoulder panels for a black shadow lingering in the halls.
"The same as always. He hasn't revealed a thing."
The black mech's armor shifted over his lean, powerful frame. "You are certain you are doing it correctly?"
The femme's extra appendages clicked and twitched. "If you are so intent on the correct methods, why do you not file a complaint and take my occupation?"
A rumble came from the medic's engines. "I can visit him, if you like."
"Your techniques are far too brutal for him to withstand. You would most likely terminate him than question him."
"Where is the fun in questioning when I can have it all in the torture?" Knock Out grinned, his optics flashing wildly.
A half pleased, half annoyed sound came from the spider-femme, but she said nothing else as they entered the meeting room. All of the commanders were there, seated in their designated seats. Only Megatron was not present.
"How good of you to finally show." An extremely tall, lithe jet black mech emerged from the shadows. His wings towered over him, and one was covered by the scars of semi-healed lacerations.
"Well, we showed on time, did we not?" Knock Out rumbled, heading silently over to his seat.
The mech's engine growled. "Time is of the essence. We cannot afford to wait on certain individuals."
"You do realize that you are addressing me, Nightscar?" Airachnid smiled viciously, her extra legs flaring behind her.
"You are mistaken if you believe I fear you, Spider," the Seeker snarled, his optics narrowing to dangerous slits.
"You would be wise to. I could dismember your body before you would be able to cry for help like the miserable pit bound Seeker you are."
"Why you -"
"Enough." Dreadwing stood, his massive frame filling the room. He had not spoken since he had arrived, watching silently like he always did; his voice was deeper than their lord and master's, rumbling and echoing whenever it was used. There were rumors -created by the Vehicons, no doubt- that he was the reincarnation of The Fallen himself.
"Airachnid, Nightscar, stand down. There is no honor or respect in involving yourselves in such an inconsequential, ludicrous situation. What good will come out of this?"
"I would acquire a new trophy," Airachnid sneered, grinning sadistically.
Nightscar had had enough. Wings flared, he approached the spider, intent on causing harm. Airachnid stood her ground, readying her poisoned claws.
"I said enough!" Dreadwing was in between the two, his enormous wings flared, his sword and blaster unsheathed and aimed at the feuding commanders. "It is time for you to cease acting like sparklings, snapping at the slightest annoyance."
Yes, she remembered it clearly. The meeting with the division commanders, the run in with Knock Out, the fight with Nightscar and Dreadwing. She knew she probably wouldn't have stood a chance against Dreadwing, as he was one of the warriors with the greater skills; despite the fact that he was not a former gladiator, he was able to go pede-to-pede with Optimus Prime.
She chuckled, wincing at the pain that stabbed through her. Dreadwing was always that way.
Airachnid hissed at the massive Seeker before her. "I would move if I were you, Dreadwing."
"Attempting to incite anger in your opponents is a tactic that will not continue to work," the Weapons Specialist growled. He turned to his twin. "Skyquake."
The green and silver Seeker came to attention, having been ready for his older twin's call.
"Take Nightscar to the brig," the blue and gold warrior ordered. "I will speak with Airachnid."
Before Dreadwing could continue, however, a chill settled in the room. Sensing someone behind him, he turned. A tall, thin mech entered the meeting room. Dreadwing and Skyquake immediately assumed respectful, relaxed positions.
"Soundwave." Dreadwing nodded respectfully, placing a clawed servo over his chest as a sign of greeting. The mech, even taller than the Seeker before him, ignored the greeting, motioning for Dreadwing to sheath his weapons.
Soundwave pointedly turned his featureless face on the jet black Seeker. Nightscar snarled, but said nothing, fixing his golden optics on the smirking Airachnid.
"Remember~your...place...Airachnid." The TIC leaned down from his massive height and loomed close to the spider. She glared, internally uncomfortable with being within touching distance with the one mech who had nearly killed Megatron and would not hesitate in doing so to her when he felt the need to.
Turning away, the Communications Officer turned to Skyquake. "Return...to...~your seat." The words were laced with static, but the command was clear.
Dreadwing approached with the snarling Nightscar in his grasp as his twin did as ordered, unperturbed by the lithe mech's struggles. "What do you wish of him, Commander?"
Soundwave looked down at the black jet. Silence was palpable in the cooled air, and all of the silent Commanders watched, almost fearfully.
"Give him~to...Knock Out."
Fear could not help but penetrate their sparks at the sudden brightening of the medic's mood, and how quickly he had come to attention, tearing him from whatever dark, demented thoughts occupying his processor. His optics blazed and his huge pointed dentia were bared in a sadistic grin. Nightscar narrowed his optics at Soundwave, who did not acknowledge the action.
Knock Out's wings were twitching, betraying his excitement as the black and purple TIC approached him. "You are...to~punish. Required. Non-negotiable."
The tall black mech nodded, his black and red optics burning with an insanity that made every 'Con near him -except Soundwave- look away in growing discomfort.
"Very well, Soundwave," Knock Out murmured, as if he had not been in acquiescence with the mech's statement. "What do you suggest?"
The TIC turned away, shoving Nightscar towards the insane medic's waiting servos. The lithe jet jerked before Knock Out could even touch him, flaring his wings wide in unveiled aggression. Knock Out was not fazed by his anger, and he merely bared his dentia in that unsettling grin. Everyone knew what it meant:
You are mine now.
They all watched as the medic dragged Nightscar from the room, down into the lone corridor that housed his chambers.
Moments later, agonized screaming was heard.
Followed by silence.
Ah, yes. She could recall that orn perfectly. She had been so amused when she heard the screaming coming from Knock Out's corridor. She was pleased to know that Nightscar was no longer with them.
But oh, how pleasure could so quickly turn to pain.
She had laughed at the thought of Nightscar -the enormous, powerful, quick, agile Nightscar- cowering beneath a poisoned scalpel. She remembered the others' fear, and how they had avoided the satiated medic, who had been in a frighteningly pleased mood the next day and smelled strongly of fresh Energon, the hints of it staining his dentia and claws.
She remembered how she had felt sorry -if only the slightest bit- for anyone who had to endure the medic's version of pleasure.
But did she feel sorry for herself?
Okay, that's the end of chapter two! I know I said there'd be a meeting, but this idea came to me, I started to type and...well, you know the rest of the explanation. The actual meeting will take place in the next chapter.
WARNING: Nightscar's "punishment" will be vividly described soon! Be prepared! :)
In addition, I know the summary states that this is a horror/suspense story, but I have decided to make it an AU centered around the Decepticons. With LOTS of insane, sadistic Knock Out...and major character changes.
Also, you may have noticed that I changed a few characters (stated in the author's note above). Originally in Transformers: Prime, Dreadwing is twenty eight feet tall, and Soundwave is twenty three. In this AU, Soundwave is thirty one and Dreadwing is thirty. Megatron will be ranging somewhere between fifty eight and sixty five, and should Optimus be added he will be around fifty five to sixty two.
Megatron appearance next chapter!
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