The Warrior's Heart Chapter 3
"DAD!" Theresa shrieked and clawed at the fist that clenched her. Her ribs creaked under the weight, but she kept on fighting…. How her father knew these things were here? Who was that guy with the spiky brown hair and the military gun-ho attitude? She yipped when a bullet hit close to the upper part of Soundwave's back as he walked away, deeper into the forest. While the mysterious military man was firing like a mad man at Rumble and Frenzy, her father with only a semi-automatic gun in hand was charging after the behemoth. He might not have a chance against him, but he'll be darned if he didn't try getting his daughter back.
"Lennox!" Her father turned over to the man, who was struggling with the two minicons and their plasma cannons mounted on their wrists. Theresa's tears finally broke from the corner of her eyes when she saw her bruised and unconscious brother. She knew he had to be dead. She heard the sickening crunches of his ribs cracking when Rumble pounded into him with his pistons.
The broken, dumped body laid motionless in the corner of Soundwave's . Small whimpers and grunts of anger escaped the human. Her face was marred with scratches and her skin tone was now darker from the dirk smeared on her cheeks. Her hair was matted and because of lack of hygiene was now more curly than straight. Her clothes were shredded and her shoes were long lost after kicking Soundwave's arm. Knowing that her "attack" was a waste of energy, Soundwave "sedated" her with his sonic cannon. Her said captor was presently in the room with her. He disregarded her as he went on doing his own tasks on the large computer in his barracks. Luckily, Rumble and Frenzy weren't there to pester him or taunt the girl while she was immobile. As for the lower ranking soldiers, they knew it would be death for them if they even thought about messing with the mech's belongings. The other Decepticons on the Nemesis knew when Soundwave's around. His energy signature is an obvious answer, but the energy changes when the 3rd in command entered the room. If Cybertronians had human spines, there would be waves after waves of chills running down them. The scene of someone probing their minds would scatter many of the weaker 'Cons out of Soundwave's way. The face was covered from letting anyone ever seeing what his facial expressions were or if he ever had any emotions. Rumors were that he was Megatron's first drone or that some Autobot destroyed his face and he hid the scars from the universe. Past victims would plead for mercy by looking into his visor, but they found no gleeful smirk of satisfactory or superiority in his eyes. At times when an occasional femme would be found, he never begged for Megatron to give her to him. He wasn't interested in the sport that other lustful mechs wanted.
Soundwave's barracks were plain with no scene of possession. His recharge berth blended into the wall. Some preferred to have it horizontal, but Soundwave chose to be vertical. The glass covering was cylinder shaped. The padding was metallic mesh and a quick release button was positioned on the height of Soundwave's forearm. Of course, not all Cybertronians are the same height, so it wasn't the same as the others on board the ship. The rest of the room was barren except for some symbiote sized "cubby" holes on the adjacent wall. That was the place where if Soundwave's own "children" would sleep. Since they were so numerous, they couldn't all fit into his body. Laserbeak and Ravage are normally the ones hide by his spark chamber. As for now, Theresa was going to call this place "home". The human teenager twitched her hand as a neurological side effect of the sonic blast. Her caretaker's fingers froze mid stroke and he slowly turned in his rotating chair. He wasn't trained as a medic, but he could tell that she was finally arousing from her stasis lock. He calculated that she would awaken in less than two minutes. He sent out a quick message via com-link to his master, Megatron. I will be there shortly, Soundwave. Initiate your new…"program", Megatron replied.
Theresa moaned out loudly and brought up her hands to her pain-stricken temples. She squeezed her eyelids before finally opening them up. Small flickering, black dots danced over her eyes before they faded away. She slowly rolled over to her back, which caused her migraine to return momentarily. She didn't have to worry about the status of her hearing when she heard this crackling, lightening sound and the sound of some laser firing. She looked over to see the mysterious "robot" shoot the ground with this rippling spray of light. The flash blinded her a bit, but she rubbed at her eyes to bring back the focus. When she rested her hand back to her chest, she saw some human guy looking over himself like this was the first time he saw himself. She gradually pulled herself to a sitting position. (She knew that standing up would send her right back down to the ground.) "Where am I?" She asked with a mixture of anger and confusion.
The human guy turned his gaze to her and his eyes flashed for a second in red. " What. Am. I. Doing. Here?" Theresa asked with more aggression. She looked over the guy and wondered if he had any label or symbol on his clothes that would shine SOME light on her location. She was so focused on the guy, she somehow completely forgot about her "caretaker" standing behind him. The light illuminating from the enormous computer console created a white silhouette of light around the guy. Judging by the clothes, he had a navy "hoodie" close to his figure with a charcoal gray jeans and some weird contoured triangle thing on his right shoulder blade. Since the light wasn't the greatest, the thing wasn't that much detailed, but Theresa guessed it was purple. The "hoodie" was pulled up so his hair was hidden underneath. "Slave: cease talking now. Consequences: punishment given by Lord Megatron."
Theresa's conscience was screaming her not to reply to the "slave" remark. The way he said it was very stiff and something like a human never would say a sentence (much less a threat). The guy walked over to her and reached down to pull her to her feet. Seeing that she wasn't in the "mood" to fight, she let him help her up. When her equilibrium was balanced out, she let go of his arm for support. She was close enough to look at the symbol on his shoulder blade and the memories of being carried off by that "robo-King Kong" came rushing back. She finally realized how the human and the bluish robot sounded. I know I got my head scrambled, but come on! I'm not THAT slow on the uptake. Stupid trashcan! She bit her lip and stumbled away from him. If it wasn't enough for her sudden freaking out of giant robots, the chamber door hissed and parted open, revealing two more robots. The slimmer and slightly shorter one turned the lighting dial to a higher setting. The other one had an authoritative feel about him with a big, "muscular" build to match. If his name is "Juicer" or "Jock-tron", I'm going to laugh like I'm nuts. His eyes were fueled with a caged fury like if someone breathed wrong, they will regret it. Whoever he's mad at, I would not be him right now. Theresa gulped mentally.
The larger one glared down at Theresa, who mentally screamed in fright. His head was partially torn off. She saw this reddish glow peaking out of his "skull", matching the colors of his eyes. Something skittered across his head and zapped at the jagged edges of the opened wound. "Fleshling, you will never leave this ship. Nor will you be able to contact your vile race. You are here to serve me. I am your master, Lord Megatron. Your life, that so-called 'name', and everything you know means NOTHING to me." She cringed when he emphasized "nothing". " You are nothing and will always be nothing. You will be cleaning, fixing, and anything else that we tell you while you are with us. If you do so happen to escape, which I very much doubt it, you will be branded as a traitor. Every Decepticon on this ship, including me, will hunt you down until your life is distinguished." Theresa narrowed her eyebrows ready to spew out her rebuttal.
"Seeing as I enjoy punishing my own subordinates, I will have to punish you. Trust me.." Megatron projected his holoform's beam until it solidified. Starscream followed suit. Theresa turned to run to the other side of the room, but Megatron grabbed her by the back of the collar. "Get back here, fleshling!" He spun her around and transferred his grip to her neck. Although, he was still injured from the Egyptian battle, he still had majority of his strength left.
Theresa gasped and tried to pull the hand away. Unwanted tears trickled down from her eyes Megatron's holoform had dark gray crew cut hair style with heavy scarring over his right eye. The spider web scar branched down to the corner of his scowl. His clothing was a dark gray, almost military attire, buisness suit.Great, I had to anger Hitler-Hulk! Starscream smirked at how Theresa was silently pleading to be released. His form fitted his personality as well. His hair was partially shaved from the base of the neck to the middle. The rest of hair was slicked back and in a small ponytail. His skin tone was a bit paler than Megatron's. His attire was approximately like an Air Force soldier's suit, but with the Decepticon symbol and "seeker" written in Cybertronian under it. The Air Commander may have disapproved of this idea, but he always loved seeing Megatron taking his frustration on someone other than himself. "You will not like the consequences of your actions. If I so much as hear a whisper of your failures or attitude, I will come and beat you down until I feel like it's over. I know every crevice of this ship and the compound we are going to. If you think you can run from me, you are sadly mistaken, human scum. Don't even think that I will touch you in some sexual manner so you can delete that coding right now. Even if you were a femme, I'd still treat you like the waste of space you are." Theresa wheezed against his grip, trying to say something.
Megatron let go of her neck and nodded his head, giving her permission to speak. " (cough/wheeze) Even..if you were a human, you wouldn't be my type (cough), 'Scarface'." She rubbed at her aching throat with a sly grin on her face. Starscream was amused by her attitude unlike his leader who lunged at her, but Soundwave stepped in front of her.
"Permission: transport slave to the medic bay." Soundwave stated quickly.
Theresa could see Soundwave's black, choppy hair with blue highlights since the hood was pulled back off his head. Megatron was ready to offline Soundwave for interfering, but visions of Theresa seeing Scalpel for her "upgrade" excited him. "Permission granted, but first.." Soundwave stepped aside.
The girl's jaw throbbed with pain when Megatron punched her with his right hook. She yelped when her bone buckled under the force. She was surprised she was still standing, let alone breathing. She definitely knew that she was going to have a large bruise in the morning. Her lower lip was split and a small dab of blood was felt when she touched it. " Now, anything else you'd like to say to me, Theresa?" He clenched her lower jaw with his right hand, forcing her to look at his crazed eyes.
Theresa exhaled and tried to hold back the painful tears. "No, sir." Her words were drowning with hatred towards Megatron and his "I'm more superior than everyone in the universe" theology. He smiled with his slightly pointed teeth. He chuckled and looked over to Starscream. "Let's go, Starscream." He said, letting her go and disabled his human program.
Evil cliffy. Scalpel is gonna be hard to write because I never wrote in a foreign accent. Before you ask, no, she's not gonna be a Cybertronian. She's gonna get some…(Gotcha!) Oh! Starscream's robot mode is more G1/Prime combo. Sorry I didn't get to go into detail. For his human mode, the "Chronicles of Riddick" (Vin Diesel movie) had this back-stabbing 2nd in command with this weird hair style.(That commander sounds like another being we know?) If you look him up, his name is "Vaako". It's not as "Sookie poof" as Vaako's or long, black hair, but that's the general hairdo. Read and review if you want. I'm not begging, but it would be pretty cool to see what you like or dislike. Peace out!