Fanfiction wouldn't let me upload anything for some odd reason (or it's because my brother went on a Youtube binge and screwed up the internet connection...yea, lets go with that and blame him) And I literally just got this up, so, enjoy!
Warning: violence and insanity ahead (not joking, shit gets real in this one)
Twisted, joyful, evil, killer
You say that's what I am
And yet I know not the meaning of it
You see me as insane but you're wrong
For I see what you don't: Reality. The truth.
~Moonbeam's POV~
I stalk down the halls of the ship with more confidence than the previous orbital, Vehicon's stare at my pedes as they move with true purpose. My disgustingly blue optics hidden behind my red visor, which I pulled out of subspace this morning where it was since my hexad decided to join the Decepticons. It'll just have to do till I can get red optics. Although I must say, I'm getting a little attached to it already, like Nebula said about her's: 'Even though it's just a novelty as well as a temporary cover for us, it has a certain, unexplainable flare and charm to it'. Free. Oh Primus, I feel so free. No grounded Autobots to hold me back, no mud-kissing underlings to keep my wings clipped, no gravity biding Commander to pull me from the sky.
The doors to the command deck open and I stride forward, blocking all comm links and temporarily closing the Bond with my siblings. This is a meeting that simply cannot be interrupted. Megatron turns at the sound of the door closing and my Spark quivers at the sight if those crimson optics fixed on me alone. The fear I showed last orbital had been a charade, an attempt at hiding the desire in my EM field. Only now do I allow myself the pleasure of admiring his broad, strong, battle-scarred frame. I may never have the honour of touching the frame, but that won't stop me from looking. My sisters will always shake their helms at my infatuation towards the warlord, but all of them, even Starhopper, have admitted to me that his frame has its fair share of kibble.
"Moonbeam, it's good to see that you're finally up," I force the Energon to not pool beneath my cheeks as he flashes me a sharp smirk.
"Sir," I manage to keep the sigh out of my vocaliser, then bow my helm in respect, knowing all too well that the way I form my sentences for this conversation is crucial, "I have something important to tell you, certain complications meant I couldn't tell you last night, I'm sure you'll like it though."
"It's not wise to make assumptions on what I do and don't like, especially when it's only your first orbital here," his smooth vocaliser and light smirk from before are gone, shifting into a soft growl of warning accompanied by a frown of distain, "but I'll let it slide."
"Apologies my Lord," I bow with my whole frame this time, dragging my left pede behind my right and placing my right servo on my chassis as I bend forward, "I'm used to speaking with my previous Commander, who, with much regret as well as disgust from all my siblings and I, was first my Carrier." Ah, that sounded much better.
He frowns as half the crew on the bridge stops their work and stares at me, "I...was already well aware that your Carrier is Ultra Mag-"
"I. Said. Was!" I snap suddenly, my servos fly up to cover my mouth, "My liege, I...I didn't mean to..." Clasping my servos together I bring them down over my waist and look at the floor, "p-please forgive my outburst...I...the subject of who our Creators are has always been a very...delicate matter among my hexadmates and I."
"You don't like him?" Megatron mutters, his vocaliser soft once more.
"I despise him in every way, no Carrier leaves their sparkling to protect an entire city with only three dozen soldiers to help. He's half the reason this war began, he's a weak leader and a poor Creator. If he were melting in the smelting pits of Kaon I'd stoke the fires, if his Spark were bared I'd be the first to shoot it!" my servos clench into fists and they shake as rage boils in my barely controlled EM field.
"So, it wouldn't do me any good to use you and your siblings as collateral?" the ex-gladiator frowns again.
This doesn't surprise me, the caring way he treated us last orbital had confirmed my suspicions that he'd use us as bargaining chips, and by treating us well he'd ensure that we'd stay close. But I have something far better to offer, something that'll deal such a blow to the Bots that they'll take several decilivorns to recover, "You could, he still cares about us," I can't help but pause for effect and give him a devilish smile, "but in the long run my plan has far more devastating effects, and you won't even have to touch a single one of the Autobots for it to work."
"...I'm listening, why don't I have to touch a single one?" He raises an optic ridge and waits for an answer.
"Emotions," I hiss, "Cons hide them, they only show their true selves in the safety of their ships. The Bots are weak, they can't hide their emotions on the battlefield like you all do," now for the really good bit, "As I said before, my...Carrier still cares about us. We told him that we'd pretend to join your army, and after a kilovorn he'll rendezvous with us a hister to the west of the ruins of Vos. When we get there, we'll give him the multitudes of information that we would've collected by then. If we don't meet him within the set orn then he'll storm the Nemesis with a Special Ops force as well as the entire Wreckers team, since the only obvious reason for our absence would be that you've caught onto our 'plan' and will be holding us in the brig."
"And how does he intend to get you out?" He gives a cocky smirk, thinking that what I have to offer is of no use, he's too used to Starscream and his trine.
I straighten to my full height, clasp my servos behind my back and flare my wings in a display of well earned pride, "The plan will be to get in by flying close to the hull with a stealth troop-carrying ship, then blow a hole in the Nemesis at the most appropriate time, most likely during the night-cycle. The Wreckers will then clear a path for the Special Ops to get to the brig and we'll get out. Simple, too much room for error and they don't know the ship like its own crew knows it, it'll be too easy to set multiple traps for them. Remember my Lord, Ultra Magnus is the Autobot's Second in Command, our enemy's strongest team is the Wreckers and the head of the Special Ops always goes on big assignments. The head of Special Ops is also the Autobot's Third in Command, Jazz. You'll have all three of the biggest threats servo delivered to your front doorstep on a golden platter with a third of the Special Operations as a bonus."
There's complete silence on the command deck, all the Vehicons stare at me in awe and Soundwave shows no sign of emotion as usual, other than a slight tilt of his helm as he looks up at his Master. Even the loyal Third in Command questions my plan?! But Megatron looks at me with an expression of shock, then a smile slowly spreads across his pointed denta, it's one of absolute pride and unabashed delight.
"Decepticons!" He calls out to all the mechs on the bridge, never losing his smile as he speaks, "Behold, a Seeker femme with a sharp processor, a thirst for deception and a reputation for being a fierce warrior, more so than half our entire army! Moonbeam, you wouldn't happen to be after my Spark?"
"Sir...I-I..." a soft wave of chuckling ripples through the room and Energon flushes beneath my cheek plates, I look down at my pedes as my wings snap up into a 'V' shape from the sudden rush of embarrassment, "y-your flattery is too much, I-I'm merely contributing to your cause."
"And you contribute spectacularly my dear," he steps forward and places a claw under my chin to lift my helm, "shall we discuss this further in my quarters?"
I almost lose myself staring into those glowing, red optics, and gazing at the scarred face plates that show nothing short of complete pride. A little vocaliser in the back of my processor mutters you left nothing out, there's no more points left to go over and...oh! Is he asking me to...no, just a fantasy. Don't get your hopes up, don't look for things that aren't there and jump at them when you think you see them.
"If you wish my Lord," the purr of desire that threatens to betray my wandering thoughts and racing Spark is dragged, screaming, out of my vocaliser.
"Moonbeam!" Frag it all Nebula! You have the worst timing!
The doors open and my sister stumbles into the room. She leans heavily against a console, her chassis rattling as her intakes struggle to circulate some air through her frame. She's been running. She only runs when it's a life or death situation.
"Nebula!" I rush forward and grab her shoulders, pulling her upright, "What happened?!"
"Starscream," she rasps, optics more focused and wild than they've ever been, "Wanted to spar. Said no. Got really pissed. Because I "disobeyed". Went to punch me. Ducked and he...he hit White Dwarf."
"...What?" No...no not now, not now!
The spy manages to catch some of her breath, "White Dwarf is trashing the Arena! His rabid coding activated and he's gonna bring this ship down if the Vehicons there can't keep him contained!"
I spin around and glare at Megatron, I don't give a frag for ranking right now, because when Dwarf snaps, he doesn't stop, "Do you have any stasis cuffs in this room?"
"No, what's go-"
"No time, get someone to bring a pair to the Arena before your ship goes up in flames! I've gotta go keep my brother from killing us all! Nebula, as soon as you've caught your breath, get your aft to the Arena," with that I rush out the door.
My pedes pound against the floor. I veer around a corner and my processor calculates how long it'll take to get to the Arena by running. Too slow, too long! Still in mid-stride, the front half of my pedes snap back and my speed triples as I skate to my destination.
I reopen my comm to contact Solarflare, Red Giant and Starhopper, ::Emergency: White Dwarf is rampant in the Arena. Vehicons are containing him till we get there, ordering immediate back up. Repeat: White Dwarf is active, ordering immediate assistance in the Arena!::
I skid to a stop outside the training room, then reach back and grab a sword as my other servo morphs into a cannon. Now I'm ready for warning shots and blocking. I swerve into the massive, circular room, looking up in awe at the dozens of rows that contain at least a hundred seats each. A memory file from long ago is triggered in my processor: cheering crowds, clashing frames, triumphant roars and screeching agony. This room's design mirrors the gladiator arenas in Kaon. Megatron did design the ship, perhaps this sector is a reminder of who he once was just as much as it is a place for his warriors to train in.
Shaking my wandering thoughts away, I instead concentrate on the current state of the room. Claw marks cover the walls, at least a dozen Vehicon frames lay scattered about, literally scattered. An arm there, a pede there, a dented wing in the stands with a wheel lying beside it, a crushed helm stuck on the end of one of the many spikes that line top of the wall that surrounds the pit and are pointing at the arena floor. That's just to name a very small few.
"~Scream Screamy, scream for White Dwarf~" the familiar, haunting singing meets my audio receptors.
There, I see him. He's cornering Starscream! To say the Air Commander looks worse for wear would be smothering the reality of the state of his frame in Energon sweets. Wings ripped as well as severely bent in multiple directions, cuts litter his frame, his left leg covered in both dry and fresh Energon is dragging on the ground as he limps back to the wall, optics wide and filled with fear.
"Dwarf!" I bellow, slamming the flat part of my sword's blade against my servo cannon, "White Dwarf! Here! Challenge! A challenge!"
He's like a hunter in this state of processor, a hunter that loves the thrill of a challenging quarry. His whole frame jerks around, abandoning the weaker prey and getting down on all fours, then begins to slowly stalk up to me like a Pneuma-Lion hunting a Static-Zebra.
"~Moony, Moony, Moony~" he coos in a deep, rough whisper.
The rabid coding activated when he got trapped in a fire during the fall of Praxus, he saw something that threw his sanity over the edge of a cliff and shattered it into a thousand pieces when it hit the ground. The first being the code saw was me as I dragged his laughing, twitching, offline frame out of the flames. Which apparently makes me target number one.
"That's it, I'm right here, come on," I back up slowly, my optics dart away from him for just a moment to see two brave Vehicons rush in to help Starscream out, and hopefully to the medical bay, while Dwarf is distracted.
I also notice Red Giant and Solarflare silently gliding in with their skates activated. They see my pleading optics and I look behind the white Seeker, flicking my gaze from left to right. My SIC and TIC nod in understanding, then position themselves behind the deranged mech whose optics are still fixed on me. Starhopper arrives, she quickly assesses the situation and sees our positions. Red and Solar move to the left so that Star can take up the gap. Nebula soon follows, they all move again and she takes the new space. We've all get the same weapons out and now, he's surrounded.
Suddenly, my back hits the wall, everyone reacts as one.
"Dwarf! Lookie, a pretty finish to scratch!" Nebula stamps a pede and sways her turquoise hips for emphasis.
"No! Fight me brother! My larger frame is sure to provide a challenge for you!" Red Giant roars, hitting his servo cannon with the flat of his sword full force.
"Come on! You want an easy fight? I'm right here!" Starhopper waves her arms about, trying to look as unprofessional as possible.
"You want stamina! A chase! A prey with a fiery bite! Come and get it!" Solarflare shrieks and bares her denta.
An exciting fight, an easy kill, the challenge of a large quarry, the opportunity to destroy a beloved finish, or the prey that he wants to deactivate more than any other. All tempting, all guaranteed to provide a large amount of entertainment in comparison to the Vehicons around us that were so easily ripped to shreds. His corrupt tactician coding works overtime to figure out who to attack first. Take out the larger threat or the most desired one? And does the larger threat mean the bigger frame, or the most skilled? Does the desired prey mean the one he wants to destroy the most, or the one that'll have a more entertaining reaction?
We further confuse our brother by circling him, skating slowly as we hit our cannons with the flat part of our blades, calling out prosperous opportunities to him. The added information delays his scrambled processor's calculations. He stumbles about and shakes his helm while snarling, the clang of the swords on our canons disrupting his thoughts in the most annoying way possible. I manage to get away from the wall as we herd the small Seeker away from there and into the centre of the Arena.
Then he decides.
There's no warning, just a quick tense of his frame before he lunges. Starhopper cries out and tries to swing at him with her cannon. White Dwarf changes his direction, lands at her pedes and leaps up at her hip, sinking his denta into the thin plating.
She cries out in pain as he abruptly pulls her armour away along with some cabling and wires. Her frame goes limp, she falls to the ground as Energon wells up and out of the wound. The ebony Seeker's pain receptors get a sudden shock from the overflow of data and forces her into temporary stasis lock while several vital systems reboot.
Nebula and Solarflare charge at Dwarf. He spins around, cackling as white data cables shoot out at them from his back beneath his wings. The cables wrap around my sister's waists and hurls them through the air. They crash into the stands, the force of the throw causing them to skid up hill into several rows of stairs, but they don't get up.
"Orders Commander!" Red Giant snarls as he dodges his ally's swiping claws.
I open the Sibling-Bond just for him, ~Shoot to confuse while I let him chase me, we'll have to tire h-~ "Watch out!"
Too busy receiving orders, my brother doesn't notice the data cables creeping up behind him. One tightens around his neck and the other crushes a wing in its grip. Red's shriek of agony is half cut off by the cable around his neck, the other half is drowned out by Dwarf giving a shrill laugh of delight as he chokes his only brother till he off-lines and falls to the ground.
I'm left all alone with the one bot that wants me deactivated more than any other does. There's always this one problem when the ex-hacker snaps, the problem is that we're trying to offline him, and harm him as little as possible in the process. Yet White Dwarf has no problem deactivating whoever he pleases, and if he has the time, he's be more than happy to do it in the most pain filled way that he can think of.
He sniggers and takes two tentative steps forward. I respond by changing my cannon back to my servo and drawing the other sword. Hissing challengingly while flexing my claws around the hilts, I crack my neck joints and take up a fighting stance.
"Bring it!"
He charges right at me, claws out and data cables away. A sure sign that he's not saving me for later like the others. He's going in for the kill now!
I side step and immediately spin, most would say that my arms are flailing about, but really I move them so that my swords slash two identical cuts on my brother's wings as he hurtles past. He snarls and skids to a stop, but decides to instead leap at the last moment so that he kicks off the wall and twirls around, launching himself at me.
He gets an arm around my neck but keeps running at the opposite wall, dragging me along in the chocking hold. White Dwarf pushes me in front of himself and slams my back against the wall, all his gathered momentum going into the attack. I scream as my wings bend forward, joints creaking and groaning in protest.
"~Moony, Moony, Moony~" he sings and shoves me onto my aft, scratching my wings further, "~rip, rip, rip-aty rip! HAHAHAHAHA!~" He laughs with delight as he curls his claws around my left leg and gives it a hard yank.
I screech in agony, warnings flashing in my HUD as the limb tares halfway out of its socket. My vision flares white and my vocaliser nearly breakers from the shriek I give as he buries all five sharp claws of a servo into the wound, Energon gushes out and stains his digits. He rips his claws, as well as some wires, out with a staticky laugh.
The ground shakes slightly, there's a loud crash and Dwarf is thrown into the stands to my right. Everything's slightly blurry as my visual sensors struggle to reboot, but I can clearly make out the figure standing protectively over me, one pede to the right of my legs and the other to the left.
"M-my Lord?" I manage to say without hissing at the pain in my thigh.
Megatron smirks, "It's been too long since I've had a real challenge in an arena like this."
"J-just don't deactivate him!" I cry out as the ex-gladiator charges at my brother again.
Dwarf leaps out of the stands, over the titan, and skids to a stop on all fours behind him. He sniggers happily, even though his wings are bent in two different directions and there's Energon seeping out from several deep cuts all over his frame. The rabid coding must scrabbling his pain receptors, because with those wounds he shouldn't be able to stand. The blue lights in his optics show that they're online, yet they seem eerily dead and dim.
With a shriek of delight he claps, "~Big challenge! Fun, fun, fun!~"
The warlord spins effortlessly and goes to kick the little Seeker, who just gives him a taunting laugh as he skips to the side. The front half of his pedes snap back and he turns to face the opposite direction, then rockets away. The tyrant snarls and gives chase. But even with his wounds my brother's smaller than average frame gives him extra speed, one that none of my siblings can keep up with.
He's a blur as he manages to get behind his slow opponent before the Con can even notice. When the ex-hacker is four espes from Megatron he lunges at him. He's always relied on his speed to give his attacks the strength his frame lacks, it shows now more than ever as he puts every bit of force he can muster into the blow.
He slams his shoulder into the warlord with the power of a twenty espe long missile, causing the larger mech to topple forward, his heavy frame and gravity both working against him. As soon as Megatron hits the ground he reacts, pushing himself up on one servo and swinging the other around to hit Dwarf.
The pale Seeker is sent flying once more, crashing against the wall. They both get up, my brother more shakily than the ex-gladiator. But the corrupt mech's shaking frame is caused by his silent laughter. His plating rattles violently as he forces the laughs back...suddenly, he freezes.
White Dwarf turns his helm, optics bright and terrified, he looks right at me, "M-Moonbeam, h-help \me\, plea-" his helm twists the other way and he shrieks with a mixture of delight, anger and protest, "~No one help White Dwarf. Coding kill. Hahahaha. Kill. Kill! KILL!~"
He's fighting. My brother is awake in there and he's fighting it! I never knew that he struggled against the coding, I always thought it forced him away and into stasis.
"White Dwarf!" I scream, his gaze snaps back to me and grins in a way that my Spark tells me to hide, but I return the glare, "Brother, I know you're in there, fight it! I know you can, please, I know you can!"
The mech slowly tilts his helm and whispers with a cold tone, "~White Dwarf not home right now pretty femme~"
His gaze snaps around to lock onto Megatron, who's staring at him cautiously, "~Hahahahaha! Megsy kill coding then he kill White Dwarf! Moony and sibbies no longer fight, Megsy lose strong warriors! COME ON! Kill coding Terror of Kaon! Live up to your title! Do the one thing that you're good at! Ahhhahahahahahaha!~"
He's short circuiting! Vocaliser becoming less staticky and much deeper, a sign that the virus is finally gaining full control over his frame. And that means that soon it'll be able to operate his servo cannons.
Data cables shoot forward. The warlord has no time to act as they take his wrists in a grip stronger than a Wrecker's crushing hold, one rips his cannon off and throws it at Dwarf's pedes. The mad mech grins at his new toy caught in his appendages and tentatively touches his trophy with a toe. Then he looks at Megatron and smiles.
There's a creaking, groaning noise as the cables strain to lift the ex-gladiator's large, heavily armoured frame off the ground. The tyrant snarls and tugs at the cables, but my brother just screeches with laughter. My Lord has no stable ground to brace his pedes on, if he did then the tug would've had Dwarf sprawled on the floor.
His frame shakes violently as it struggles to take the weight of the warlord. The cables wrap tighter around his wrists and the ends make their way to Megatron's bared neck. I look around, desperately trying to find something to use as a weapon. My swords are too large and the wounds hinder my throwing abilities, I wouldn't be able to throw that far. If I used my guns or cannons I'd risk killing my brother.
Wait! My hip playing is shattered on one side making my dagger trapped there, but my other one is fine. The armour snaps open and I pull the throwing knife out. One shot, just one.
"~Throw that and White Dwarf not choke him~" the ex-hacker sniggers, his optics still fixed on Megatron, "~White Dwarf snap his neck! Ahahahahaha!~"
The warlord snarls and kicks as his pedes dangle an espe off the ground. The data cables reach his neck and waste no time curling loosely around his throat. Suddenly, the sections of the appendages that are wrapped around the ex-gladiator's wrists loosen and the parts around his neck tighten at the same time. My brother shrieks with horrifying delight as Megatron roars in rage and desperation, his claws digging into the cables.
"~Terror of Kaon not so terrory now, hey Megsy?~" the white Seeker laughs as he stares at his masterpiece of chaos with glee.
Something dives right at Dwarf's helm and he snarls as he swipes it away. Laserbeak! Her brother, Buzzsaw, joins in with the attack. If they're here, that means-
A new data cable joins the fray, this one pure black. It wraps around my brother's and pulls them together, a second one lifts the ex-hacker off the ground with ease. The Seeker yelps as the tables are turned, in his shock he lets go of Megatron, who falls to his knees. The warlord clutches his throat and pants, intakes struggling to keep him online.
"Don't...deactivate him," Megatron manages to cough out.
Soundwave just calmly stares up at my struggling brother. Then the Seeker stops, he grins and manages to connect the end of a cable to the TIC's. White Dwarf screeches as Soundwave shudders.
"~Datadatadatadatadata! Hahahaha!~" my brother laughs as he shakes in the Communication Officer's grasp, "~Ohhh! Cables got Soundy's Creator's deactivated!~" he grins down at the stoic mech, who actually flinches at his words, "~Sire scream as baddies kill him, Carrier desperately try to protect you, he die with little sparkling Soundy's in his arms! Soundy so weak! Couldn't help Creators! Weakling! Hahahaha!~"
The TIC's grip loosens and White Dwarf falls to the ground, laughing as he rolls around. Soundwave's frame shakes, he takes a step back.
"~Soundy thinks feelings hurt? White Dwarf show weak sparkling true pain!~" the ex-hacker lunges.
I throw my dagger.
It sinks into his back just below his right wing, the Seeker screams as his knees buckle and he staggers but doesn't fall. Then he spins around and leaps at me.
"~Scream for me Moony~" he cackles and falls to his knees so that they straddle my calves, sinking his claws into my wound once more, but much slower this time as the data cables slither back into their sockets, the mech bobs his helm from side to side as he sings, "~Scream my little lovely, scream-"
"~Mine sweet lofely!~"
White Dwarf's frame jerks around to look at the sound and I hiss as he removes his claws.
"Now you sing, yah?"
Random? Blitzwing's crazy persona? That's my saviour!?
My brother blinks a few times, then a devilish grin spreads across his face, he leaps up and bounces forward, "~Sing, sing, sing. What is this thing?~"
"~Vat a lofely sing I say~" Random gives a shrill laugh.
"~And who is I?~" the ex-hacker does a full spin mid jump as he dances over to the larger mech.
"~I am I~" the black faced Triple-Changer rocks back and forth on his pedes, grinning away with his servos clasped behind his back.
"~I am you~" Dwarf does a little hop and a skip as he giggles.
"~You are me~"
"~Me is we~"
"~Vee are us~"
"~Us is I~" my brother stops in front of Random, grinning up at him like a predator eying its next meal.
"Oopzie," the mad Con cackles as he brings his servos out from behind his back and snaps a pair of stasis cuffs on White Dwarf's wrists.
The ex-hacker stares down at his servos for a longtime, face plates the perfect definition of shock. Suddenly his optics widen, he bares his denta, then lets out an ungodly scream of rage and desperately tries to get lose; but the cuffs only give him enough mobility for his frame to shake with fury.
"Oh goodie, I vin," Radom claps and bounces on his heels.
The sanity in the insane. Only Random, a mech whose madness isn't as destructive but is still on par with White Dwarf's, could see my brother's weakness. That weakness is his insanity itself.
As the Vehicons carry Red Giant's offline frame, the last of my siblings, to the med bay I allow myself to let a sigh of relief out. Shifting my servos back I grip the deep claw marks in the wall behind me and use them to pull myself up. All my weight instinctively goes to my good pede, I grin triumphantly and, since I've just cheated death today, I become cocky. I step and put my entire weight onto my ruined leg. The knee buckles, I shriek and fall on my good side, my frame shivers violently as I force back my sobs of shear agony.
"You were so smart till you did that," a deep vocaliser growls.
I don't have to look up to know who's talking to me, "I can manage my Lord."
"Hardly," Megatron huffs and bends down.
The tyrant wraps one arm around my back, then gently hooks the other beneath my legs. He stands swiftly, pulling my hissing, shuddering frame close to his chassis.
"Thi-" I stop and growl as my leg give a final throb of pain from the quick shift, my intakes heave and I shutter my optics as I clam down, "this is unnecessary Lord Megatron."
But it seems like the warlord won't take a "no" for an answer as he heads to the Arena's exit. He carries me down the hallways, deadly claws and crushing arms cradling my frame in a delicate hold, Vehicons stop to take a second look at the sight. I blush with embarrassment at the abnormally large amount of attention I'm receiving, instinctively pressing my face against his chassis in a vain attempt to hide.
"They can still see you," my Lord chuckles, chassis vibrating with the soft laugh.
His rumbling chassis makes the blush deepen and I push my face harder against my newfound hiding place, "But I can't see them."
"Childish," he mutters in a half-sparked tone.
I want to look at him, but in my current state of embarrassment I look to the right instead. My entire frame tenses, I gasp with a combination of the throbbing pain the movement brings, plus the sight of the very large and very deep gash across the side of his waist.
"Lord Megatron," I look up at him and tap a claw on his wrist to get his attention, "you're badly hurt."
"No," he huffs and straightens his walking stance, "I'm simply hurt. I've had, seen and inflicted far worse. Tis just a scratch."
"But you're losing Energon," my vocaliser sounds more confused than I want it to.
"That may be true, but you're losing more than I am," his pace quickens ever so slightly, just enough that I can notice the change, but not so much that my frame is jolted about by his steps.
"I'm fine," I mutter as the blush arises once more.
"No, you're not fine," the growling tone ends the conversation there.
The med bay doors open and I'm greeted with the worrying vocalisers of my three online siblings, along with deranged sniggers from a side room.
"~Scratchy, scratchy, scratchy pretty red painty!~" White Dwarf giggles, he may be immobilised, but he can still speak...although it's still more like singing.
"Hook!" I hear Knock Out's frightened vocaliser cry out, "Can we swap?"
"I resigned as CMO because I thought you could handle things like this kid," an old green and purple crane snarls back as he tends to Starhopper's shredded hip, "now suck it up ya prissy Towers mech!"
"Don't tell me to suck it up you old wind bag!"
"I'LL GIVE YOU WIND BAG YA FRAGGING, PLEASURE-BOT, BERTH-HOPPING, ONE-THIRD!" Hook suddenly roars with rage.
A mixer with the same colour scheme as Hook chuckles as he stops his work on Starscream's offline frame for a moment, "Three, two, one..."
Knock Out storms out, circular saw and drill ready to maim the crane, "Take. That. Back!"
"What? The truth?" the old mech sniggers as he places the last new piece of plating on Star's hip.
The red grounder stares at him with a hurt expression, then turns abruptly and marches back into the side room with his helm held high.
"Give him a break," the mixer sighs and gets back to work.
"Then tell me Mixmaster, why should I?" Hook growls, he pushes the plating on my youngest sister's hip a bit too hard and she gives a yelp followed by a little whimper, "Sorry love, that kid just makes me so damn fragging mad!"
"He's obviously in heat," Megatron finally steps forward and glares at the old crane, "that's more than enough of a reason to treat him gently, no one likes his mood swings, especially since Breakdown hasn't taken care of his excess needs for a over a vorn now."
Mixmaster snorts, "Perhaps you should frag him through the berth, just to...holy slag," his optics bulge as he notices my torn thigh.
"Hello," I say dryly and give them a sarcastic wave, "bleeding to death here, you femmes wanna help me out or keep gossiping?"
"Knocks, ya done on that patching?! Scavenger, give the little lady a servo will ya," Hook yells as he shoos Starhopper off the berth, she gets off and a digger rushes forward help her limp to a seat.
"Only Breakdown can call me that you insufferable old wrench! And yes, I'm done and he's in stasis," the medic stalks back out, expression nothing short of completely pissed off and servos clenched so tightly that it's a miracle he's not drawing Energon.
"Make sure the patch on the little one is secure while I work on these two," the crane huffs and taps the medical berth, Megatron gently places me on it, I growl at the relentless ache when my bad leg makes contact with the berth.
"Since when did you have the authority to order me around? I thought you'd resigned!" Knock Out hisses, "And the little one has a name, it's Starhopper."
"Too many slagging Stars in here if ya ask me," Scavenger mutters, my little sister glares at him but gives the red grounder an obvious smile as he approaches.
Nebula, Solarflare and I immediately catch on to what she's doing.
"Well," Nebula hums to herself, "we've got Starscream, Starhopper, me annnd...oh Knock Out."
"Nah," Solarflare chuckles and shakes her helm, "Knock Out's the real star, it is his medical bay after all."
The cherry coloured medic grins at the compliments, but Hook growls as he takes a look at my leg and decides to bring him back down a notch while also turning down my pain receptors.
"The only thing he's ever gotten a star for is being the Decepticon berth-hopper."
"That's not true," the CMO mutters, optics flashing with anger, "Breakdown had been courting me for twenty vorns by the time the war started."
"Whatever," the crane waves him away as he reaches for a tool.
With a hiss I slap his servo away and glare at him, "If your servos are as disgusting as your manners then I don't want them anywhere near me!"
"Oh slag," Nebula mutters to no one in particular, "the servo covers are off now."
"Hey, I'm just trying ta help," he snaps, oblivious to the deeper meaning of my comment.
"Frag off," I bare my denta in a threatening display, "I'd prefer your Chief's steady young servos rummaging around between my thighs than your old shaky ones."
"Watch it you incompetent glitch," the crane growls, "I've been doing this far longer than that greenhorn has and-"
"And your old age has given you a temper that creates a horrible berthside manner, you also have shaky servos, weak optics and...to be honest, you really need a trip to the washracks," I huff and cover up my olfactory receptor.
Hook stares at me, I look at his servos and see that he's got a cloth pressed against my wound to slow the Energon flow, they are shaking.
I smirk, "How do you like it, you slagging old glitch?"