Chapter 21
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers in any way, shape or form. I only own Nightshade and the two sparklings on the shuttle.
Dude, ff is messing everything up. :
Oh yes. To answer a question.
Yes, Ratchet&Nightshade's sparks are compatible, meaning they can bond themselves together. It doesn't mean that they can't do it with anyone else, which is considered cheating, but then again, in Nightshade's case, it would be called rape. :P
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Nightshade was watching her internal chronometer count down. Would Optimus abandon her and her two friends? Most likely not, but what the slag was Starscream trying to do by forcing her to bond with him? The cell door was opened by a mech she did not know. Thundercracker, their self-appointed guardian, had been put on patrol duty. The unknown mech grinned lecherously at her and grabbed her arm, forcing her to her feet. Ignoring the cries of outrage from the other two femmes, he shoved her toward the door, taking special care not to scratch her paint. Starscream had specifically ordered him not to damage the femme.
"Where are you going with her, you slag-head?!" A spare piece of machinery hit him in the back of the head as Chromia vented her anger. The mech only smirked as he realized that Nightshade hadn't told them what her fate was to be.
"Didn't she tell you what Starscream would do to her if Prime didn't show up?"
Silence.
"Guessing by the looks on your face, she didn't. Well I'll tell you, just because I'm a nice mech. Starscream is gonna force bond with her," the mech said, typing in the exit codes for the door. Elita and Chromia both started shrieking at him, trying to get out of their cells to help their friend – but it was too late. The door had slid shut behind the mech just as Elita wriggled free of her confinement.
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The mech tried to push her once more but she refused to budge. He then proceeded to pick her up and sling her over his shoulder. She began hitting every bare wire and chip she could reach, screaming bloody murder. By the time the mech had reached Starscream's quarters, he was about ready to kill the femme. The femme had ripped out several wires and smashed a few chips, but hadn't caused any permanent damage. His aft would be tingling for days afterward though.
The mech threw her down on the floor, only to be kicked in the shin a few times. The mech grunted and took out a dagger, ready to kill her. Starscream roughly pulled her to her feet and dismissed the underling. He then appraised the femme, noting how dirty and dusty she was.
"Go clean yourself up," he said, scowling, and shoving her toward the waiting pool of cleaning fluid. She growled in defiance, crossing her arms over her chassis.
"How the slag did you get so dirty?" He muttered the question, not expecting an answer.
"Well, I've only been in your brig for two days, after being slammed into the ground, and oh, let's not forget the fact that you chased me for an hour through the woods. Does that answer your question?"
A loud crack sounded throughout the room. Nightshade clutched at her cheek plate, her optics narrowed. He made to hit her again but stopped. He wouldn't ruin perfection, not at least until he was through with her.
"Do you want me to bathe you? You have fifteen minutes, or else I'll come in there," he growled at the femme.
Exactly fifteen minutes later, Starscream barged into the room. Nightshade had been drying her armor off. Starscream grabbed her arm and dragged her to the room, ignoring her protests and the punches that she threw at him.
"We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way, femme," he finally said, after the femme had wrenched her arm out of his grip.
"I think you know what I'm going to say, bastard," she hissed, backing away from the advancing mech. He grabbed her and slammed her into the berth, pinning her arms down beside her. She began struggling, trying to dislodge the mech. However, he was undeterred. He began running his hands across the smooth planes of her body, squeezing receptors as he went along.
Nightshade was horrified to feel his interface unit heat up and he reached between her legs. She nearly gagged as she felt his clawed fingertips drag across her armor, pinning her down with the other hand. She clamped her legs shut, kicking at him viciously, as he tried to pry open her interface unit.
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Ratchet felt fear, pain, and desperation emanating from Nightshade's half of the bond. He and Ironhide were currently stationed just a few meters away from the entrance of the decepticon base, waiting for Thundercracker to let them in. The base door opened and Thundercracker's head poked out. He motioned the group of Autobots inside. The autobots immediately disabled the base's defenses.
"You need to take me out as well," Thundercracker said, scratching up his paint job to make it look like they had fought. Ratchet nodded and gave him a mild sedative. Jazz and Optimus went on ahead, scouting for the brig. After a long trip involving taking out a few of the decepticons, they found the brig.
Ratchet's optics blazed white in rage when he realized what was happening to Nightshade. He could sense a male near her, trying to encroach on his territory. Ironhide turned as he heard the chilling snarl leave Ratchet's vocal processors. Ratchet's optics had gone from white to blood red, and he stood stock still. Ironhide spoke gently, trying to shake his friend out of his stupor.
He realized it was in vain as he looked into Ratchet's glazed-over optics. There was nothing but pure rage in them, bent on getting revenge.
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Nightshade bit back a yelp of pain as Starscream tried to pry her interface port open. He was using the digits of one hand, trying to push the offending piece of armor out of the way. The metal buckled but still refused to open.
He gave up and snarled.
"I don't need to join with you to bond, anyway," he said, straddling her legs. He used one hand to pin both of hers above her head. The digits of the other hand scraped against her chassis, trying to force it open. She managed to get one hand loose and give him a hard punch to the nasal plate, shattering it. He yelled, clutching at the broken metal. Starscream snarled down at her and gave her a punch that knocked her out cold.
He began trying to pry her chassis open. It took him several minutes to pry the armor open, having had to have bypass her self-defense systems. He was rewarded with a few nasty shocks, leaving his entire body tingling painfully. Then he ripped out the offending wires, effectively rendering her defenseless. Starscream sat back on his heels, trying to figure out a way to pry her spark chamber open without damaging her carrying abilities – he had plans for this femme.
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I wonder if Ratchet makes it in time to save her...I might just change my mind and make this an angst story. :O