Crack in the Pavement
Chapter 16
Megatron is a creepy SOB.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers; I'm just prostituting it for my amusement.
Summary: Megatron uses Ironhide to get his revenge on Prime. Multiple minor side pairings, see list in fic.
Warning: Graphic rape. Torture. M/M robot slash consensual as well as NON-CON
Pairings: Non-con Megatron/ Ironhide, Con Optimus/ Ironhide. Established Jazz/ Prowl, Twins/ Ratchet, Mirage/ Cliffjumper
Starscream did Ratchet a favour, not that it was intentional. He shirked his morning patrol giving Ratchet ample time to set up a triage space in the village and disguise it, just in case Thundercracker actually paid attention on his patrols. The villagers and vacationers hadn't reported sighting any jets flying over the village at all, at any point but Ratchet wasn't going to take any chances. For starters, he wasn't alone in the village. They'd evacuated as many humans as would go, but it wasn't the humans that Ratchet was concerned about. Ironhide was with him in the village.
Ironhide would have reminded Ratchet, if Ratchet had voiced his concerns out loud, that he was there to protect Ratchet and the triage unit, not the other way around. He was perfectly capable of using his guns, and by going with Ratchet, the mech assigned to watched Ratchet's back had been able to be sent to the front. Megatron couldn't see Ironhide, Ratchet knew that much. If that Pit-Scum-Licking-Bastard saw Ironhide he'd almost certainly try to recapture him. Ratchet was not about to let that happen. If Pit-Scum even glanced down in the direction of the triage, Ratchet was going to force Ironhide to hide out of sight, whether he slagging liked it or not.
Autobots had snuck onto the mountain halfway through Thundercracker's patrol, once he had circled around the mountain. They'd snuck up the mountain along the sky runs where the woods were still thick and could afford them amble coverage. Optimus held the line where the trees stopped. The special forces team paused there before creepy up the rest of the mountain after dark. No alarm was raised, it seemed as though the Decepticons didn't know they were there. Smaller groupings of trees dotted the mountain top where the Decepticons had carved out their base. Cameras hidden in the trees and in the rock face couldn't see Mirage approach them, one at a time. He tested each camera by tossing rocks in front of them and waiting. No alarm was raised, no Decepticons came to investigate. It was far too easily. Mirage stayed cloaked, waiting for some sign of life from the mountain. The cameras didn't blink, as they hadn't before. Were they still not on?
"What do you mean the cameras still aren't operational?" Megatron snarled at Soundwave. He had the psychic backed into a corner of the security room.
"The Constructicons have not found the source of the problem," Soundwave replied. His visor and masked kept Megatron from seeing his panic, and as always his voice was completely neutral. "They believe the wiring above the air ducts may have shorted during the Autobot attack. The ducts are too small for the Constructicons to climb through so they have been forced to take apart the ceiling and the ducts segment by segment to find the faulty wiring."
"Send Frenzy or Rumble into the ducts and have them find the damaged wiring," Megatron ordered. "I will not tolerate any more delays."
"Yes, Lord Megatron," Soundwave said and bowed his shoulders slightly. He did not move anymore than that. Megatron had not stepped back from him. His spark pulsed painfully hard and he felt his Casseticons stir at his panic. Through his spark, he tried to soothe them. It would only make things far worse if they tried to help him.
"I would enjoy you so much more if you were more expressive," Megatron commented with a glint in his optics. Soundwave had never been so grateful for his visor and mask. He felt energon rise in his throat; he did not like that look.
Megatron stepped back and the glint in his optics was replaced by contempt. He snarled as he turned and walked away: "Get back to work."
"Yes, Lord Megatron," Soundwave replied. He didn't move until Megatron left the security room. When the door slid shut behind the Tyrant, Soundwave slumped back against the wall and took greedy, calming gulps of air into his intakes. Ravage knocked the vent cover from the duct running through the security room and jumped down from the duct and promptly sat next to his master. Soundwave stroked a shaky hand down Ravage's back. Behind his visor, he shuttered his optics. Beside him, Ravage purred.
Starscream sat in his lab, completely unconcerned with the fact that he was disobeying an order. There was no way he was running a patrol. He had far more important work to do. Didn't Megatron realize that this base was nonviable? Even if the security cameras and guns were functional, they were sitting ducks. They were as good as cornered on this mountaintop, it had none of the security of the sea fortress, none of its remoteness. This base was too close to human dwellings. Even if the Autobots couldn't defeat the mountain base in one or two attacks, they would not stop and let it be. The humans would not stand for it and the Autobots got their energon supplies from the humans.
Why had Megatron even built this base? Starscream knew why, now anyway. The megalomaniac had built this base to store that slagging Autobot. And look at how well that had gone? Alright, it would have gone better if Starscream and his Trine hadn't interfered but inevitably the Autobots would have found the base thanks to the number of humans the Constructicons had killed when they had come to close to the base. The Towers spy would have come in, and he would have found Ironhide in a worse state that he had been when Skywarp had dropped him in the desert, and Optimus would have deactivated every single Decepticon within the vicinity in order to avenge his bodyguard. Slag, by that point Ironhide might have been sparked. Oh slag Optimus would have have them all suffer gravely before he finally decided to deactivate them.
Ironhide may not have been sparked but he had also not been in good shape when Starscream had last seen him. Optimus would still probably be bent on deactivating them all the instant he mounted a successful attack. And it would no doubt be soon; they were as good as slagged. Megatron would probably comment, if he was in a saner mood, that this was why Starscream was supposed to be out on patrol. But would could he slagging do on patrol? Maybe spot the Autobots coming but it wouldn't do any good. And if he even did spot the Autobots they'd probably shoot him out of the sky in order to stop him from raising the alarm. Really, when it came down to it, they were all slagging doomed.
Well, he wasn't going to be. No, Starscream wasn't the fool Megatron seemed to think he was. While Megatron whiled away his time trying to fortify this doomed based, Starscream was finishing off the escape tunnel he'd begun the instant Megatron had ordered him to this base. When the Autobots attacked, he was not going to be caught up in the battle. No, no, he was going to be flying as far away as his thrusters could carry him. His Trine knew of the tunnel too, so whichever one of them was in the base at the time of the attack would come and use it too. That is if they were actually keeping to their own patrols. Given their obsession would spending their days forever with the other, Starscream hadn't been in the least bit surprised to see Thundercracker stay out well after his patrol ended and Starscream didn't expect they were just chatting in these late hours of the night. Did Megatron even notice how none of Starscream's Trine were obeying his orders? Probably not, he didn't seem to notice much of anything that didn't have to do with his obsession.
"None of the cameras work," Mirage reported back to Jazz. "Either we did more damage in the previous attack that we thought or this base hasn't even been completed."
"Megatron isn't usually this sloppy," Jazz said. "Maybe his processor has decayed or something. We need to proceed with extreme caution, assume that this is a trap. Be careful. Take your positions by the entrances and take cover. Don't let yourselves be seen. Optimus is going to draw the 'Cons out of the base. You all know the plan; we break in when they've all engaged the 'Bots below. Take your positions."
The spies slipped off, crouching low. Even Mirage, crept low to the ground, even though he was already using his disruptor. You couldn't know when a stray shot might come out of nowhere. They all had the explosives subspaced. It was time to get this party started. Jazz made his way to the front entrance, the biggest entrance. Wheeljack and Trailbreaker would be approaching the mountaintop soon and taking position at the west entrance. It wouldn't be long know before the Aerialbots launched the first wave. That was the first danger to Jazz's spies. They had to take care not to be hit by friendly fire. There was nothing Jazz could do now but wait. His spark pulsed rapidly with nerves and anticipation, and his senses sharpened. He was ready to move.
Optimus watched for within the treeline as Thundercracker shot into the sky and made a sharp turn around the mountain and disappeared. Whichever special ops mech was laying in wait by that entrance, he'd managed to avoid being seen by Thundercracker. This was good. So far the plan was going perfectly. He itched to attack now. More than anything else, Optimus wanted to get his servos on Megatron and to tear him to piece and then step on them. Humans called it blood lust. The term seemed appropriate. Megatron would pay for what he had done to Ironhide. Optimus would take the debt out of his plating.
Prowl knelt next to Optimus watching the sky. No mech needed to watch the clock. Their internal chronometers would tell them when it was time to strike. Two more hours. The Autobots hidden within the trees fidgeted watched the sky as well. Everyone was ready to strike, and they didn't even know the full extent of what Megatron had done to Ironhide. They didn't need to, Ironhide had been captured, and tortured, they knew that much. And that was enough to raise the blood lust in every single Autobot. The wait was agonizing. Optimus had ordered a communication black out. This close to the Decepticon base, it was all too possible that Soundwave would pick up on their communications. It was possible that Soundwave could even sense the presence of the spies. Autobot intelligence had never managed to gauge the depth of Soundwave's abilities. Still, there was no movement from the Decepticon base. But that did not negate the possibility of a trap. Two am rolled around. Optimus raised his servo and motioned for the Aerialbots to launch the attack.
The five Aerialbots shot into the sky, out from the trees and flew in formation over the mountain. They knew, vaguely where the spies were hiding and shot into the mountain, above the entrances. Optimus watched as they flew back around and attacked again. Less than a minute passed before the first Decepticons rushed out of the entrances and flew up to engage Aerialbots. Blitzwing locked horns with Air Raid and they tumbled through the sky. Fireflight and Silverbolt engaged Astrotrain and drew him out over the forest. Optimus raised his hand again and called launched the rest of the attack.
War cries erupted from the Autobots as they threw themselves from the woods and opened fire on the Decepticons flying above them. The Aerialbots flew high, out of range of their comrades weapons and resumed their attack on the mountain. More Decepticons launched themselves into the battle. Optimus spotted Megatron, a silver and black blot on the sky and aimed his gun at him.
Ravage launched himself from the east entrance, as Buzzsaw and Laserbeak flew out above him. Soundwave was already in the sky, locked in battle. The eldest Casseticon stopped in front of the entrance and stared into the trees. Several trees deep and hidden within bushes, Bumblebee stared back at him, not knowing whether or not the Casseticon could see him. After several tense moments, Ravage made a sound and began a rapid decent down the mountain. Bumblebee exhaled deeply. No other Decepticon emerged from the door, Bumblebee snuck out of the trees and ran to the door. There was no external pad that he could see to open the door, but their intel had warned them all of that. He took one of the bombs he'd subspaced and attached it to the door, and activated it. Taking cover away from the door, Bumblebee ducked down and waited. He heard an explosion elsewhere on the mountain and knew it was one of the others destroying their door. Then there was another explosion, and then his. He waited again, no Decepticons came to investigate so Bumblebee ran into base.
Who sends a bright yellow minibot to hide in the woods? Who did that? Ravage couldn't believe the stupidity of these Autobots. And yet, more often than not the Autobots prevailed, as they would this night. What did that say for the Decepticons? Nothing good. But Ravage had no concern for the little yellow 'Bot or the attack he was obviously supposed to launch now that the base had been emptied. This would not hurt his master so Ravage refused to be concerned. He ran down the mountain prepared to protect Soundwave from whatever Autobot on the ground decided to take aim at him.
A/N I really suck at writing battles.
Bot Con was good, if under-staffed and suffering some organizational issues. I do wish they'd had panels discussing fanfiction or fanart. It was mostly reps from the different companies and voice actors talking to the fans. I would have have liked some fan on fan and fan let discussion. But that's me. Anyway, hope you enjoy the update.