(A/N: WARNINGS for this chapter: Hint at rape, abuse, violence that may be offensive to some viewers. Please read on, but remember that you were warned. If some would like a full chapter of this in an M rating, let me know and I can set it up on Archive of Our Own. :) Please enjoy! Also: If you want your favourite stories by me to updated more quickly, please vote on my poll on my profile! 3 choices are allowed!)

Soundwave left the warship behind him as he flew out through the rain, heading for one of the mines that the Vehicons hadn't yet reported back in and weren't answering any of the comms sent by the TIC.

Therefore, per Megatron's orders, the tall, slender mech had headed off to try and figure out exactly what was going on at the mine, whether it was a malfunctioning console, comm or an Autobot attack, he was ordered to fix it however he could.

The visored mech was sure that he would be back to the warship and in the arms of his lover within a few joor, if even that long…

Solis was in her berthroom, flipping through a datapad she had found on the blueprints of Soundwave's deceased symbiotes, curiousity and admiration filling her at the complexity and care that had gone into her mate's simbiotes, feeling sorry for the mech she loved… What was it like to lose someone that you not only cared so much about, but shared a type of bond?

So absorbed in her reading, Solis Arcana failed to notice someone enter the berthroom before the voice of the intruder startled her out of her seat, the red femme jumping to her pedes and spinning around, optics wide as she looked up at the much larger mech. "L-Lord Megatron!" She cried in surprise, feeling fear settle around her spark as she attempted to take a step back.

A smile curving the scarred lipplating of the warlord was the only hint of emotion Solis noticed before she was grabbed by the arm and pulled in close, the forgotten datapad dropping from suddenly-slackened fingers.

"M-My lord, why-" Solis was cut of by the warlord's expression, feeling cold fear fill her optics when she read lust in the deep crimson optics and felt the heat radiating off of the warlord's frame, realization rising up in her.

"Solis…" The warlord's voice murmured in her audio as his servo slid low over her backstrut, sending a frightened shiver through her frame… Only Soundwave could touch her like that! "Do you know what cycle this is?"

"What do you-" Solis' spark clenched when she realized what the warlord meant…. This was the cycle where she reached full maturity and was now a fully fledged femme, able to… She gasped and tried to push away from the warlord. "No! M-My lord no please!" She begged, becoming desperate.

Megatron quickly became impatient with the smaller femme's struggles and growled, grabbing her by the throat. He had waited eons for this moment, to not only have a beautiful young femme as his mate to carry an heir for him, but also the moment he could hurt his enemy the most… By taking Optimus' sparkling from him, and then mating with her… The carrying of his own heir would be the bonus.

The struggling femme fought against the strong hold, which not only choked but hurt her, whimpering softly, wanting Soundwave to come to her rescue, although she knew that that would be a disaster for them both… Especially Soundwave. Her lubricant-filled optics lifted up to meet the warlord's, a chill passing down her backstrut… In the red eyes she could see a look of not a mech, but a bot born of the pit, without compassion or mercy.

"M-My lord, please." She whimpered as she was lifted up and non too gently transferred to the berth, the heavier frame climbing over her before she could escape, the weight pinning her down and nullifying her weak struggling.

Solis let out a frightened sob as she felt Megatron's glossa lick up her tears, shutting her optics tightly as she trembled beneath him, letting out a soft cry when she felt wet warmth on the seam of her sparkchamber. "Open this." The warlord's voice whispered into her audio, authority and desire radiating from his frame as she tried to shake her helm. "N-No… Please… Please no… Not yet." The red femme begged pleadingly.

"Do it!" Megatron's roar made the femme want to curl up as she shut her optics and obeyed… She had to warn Soundwave… If Megatron ended up merging with her, he would discover that his TIC had taken the young femme's spark… She sent pings to the other mech through the bond, trying to get him to respond, but his side was muted, closed off while he was on his mission.

Multi-coloured optics widened when the femme felt sharp claws rubbing her up and down her frame, staring up at the mech and whimpering.

"Open Solis… I will make you feel better than you ever have… I will show you great things." The warlord murmured now, in a calmer tone, although no less lustful or authoratative. "You will learn to love me… But don't be frightened my dear. I will take care of you. Now open up before I become impatient."

Solis shut her optics and allowed her spark chambers to open, armour sliding aside as her pink and blue spark lit up the room between them, the frightened femme trying to ignore the humm of approval that the warlord made, the vibrations running through her frame.

Kisses were trailed down her face to the edge of her sparkchamber as Megatron prepared to take what he believed to be his own, lust driving him nearly mad. "You will love me." He murmured, Solis opening her optics just in time to watch the warlord bring their sparks together, pain shooting through her frame as her spark tried to recoil from the foreign spark that it recognized not as a lover, but an intruder.

Solis did the only thing she could do… She screamed.

And, over her scream, she heard Megatron's roar of anger and hatred.

Soundwave stood at the main console, trying to piece together a little more of the mystery of the Iacon database and maybe reveal a new code. He had returned from his mission after repairing a malfunctioning console, and had decided that maybe he should work before returning to Solis… Besides he sensed that she seemed to want to be left alone for now, if the muted bond was anything to go by.

The door behind the TIC hissed open and Soundwave didn't pause in his work, ever diligently continuing to work at the task he had been entrusted with before he heard only silence, sensing an forcibly calm EM nearby, the tall mech turned around, confused when he saw Megatron standing a few feet away from him, red optics narrowed and seeming unhappy… Starscream most likely pissed the warlord off again with his pitiful schemes to… But no. Starscream was there, Knockout and Dreadwing as well?

Dreadwing stood beside Megatron, arms crossed over his chassis, seemingly as serious as he tended to be, albeit tense and somewhat confused about why he had been summoned. Knockout looked annoyed at having been dragged away from whatever task he had been trying to finish, a pout on the beautiful faceplates.

Soundwave turned his attention back to Megatron. "My Lord: Requires Soundwave's aid?" He asked in his usual symphony of recordings, staring up at his lord and attempting to figure out what had the warlord so worked up.

"Soundwave… You have seemed slow and inconsistent in your duties." Megatron responded in a voice that gave off a subtle tone that Soundwave had trouble predicting. "My lord?" He questioned, implying that he didn't understand the larger mech's meanings.

"You seem to be spending more time working than anything else."

Frowning behind his mask, Soundwave shifted slightly. "Soundwave, has been busy with Iacon database." He responded carefully, the warlord giving a dark laugh, his lip plating curling up into a dark smile as a look of hatred filled the bigger mech's red optics. "You always were a good liar Soundwave." The warlord hissed.

Shock registered as Soundwave took a step back, processor whirling with the accusation, Knockout suddenly looking more interested in what was going on around him.

The question passed between Soundwave's lip components without a thought as he questioned what the warlord meant, the anger airing around Megatron growing much to the TIC's concern. "Why don't you tell me Soundwave?" The warlord hissed. "You see, the femme that was meant to carry my heir is bonded to you!" He roared.

The effect of Megatron's words filled the room with shock and confusion. Knockout's mouth dropped open and he looked like a petro fox on the verge of flight should the situation somehow be turned onto him. Dreadwing's arms fell to his sides as his red optics fell on Soundwave, fists clenching tightly… It seems Megatron may have trusted another about the meaning of Solis Arcana's existence on the warship.

"My most trusted officer. Entrusted with our every secret… My oldest ally! You, took my femme to berth!" The warlord roared, but Soundwave's only thought was on one bot… "Solis…" He whispered in horror. Megatron knew, that would mean… "No!" He cried aloud.

Megatron roared and Soundwave felt only pain as Laserbeak was ripped from his chassis, the little cyberbird's last moments full of fear and pain burning into his processor as the warlord ripped her in half, Soundwave stumbling backwards from the sudden trauma assaulting his spark.

Already unsteady on his pedes, Megatron kicked his ex-officer in the chassis, sending the tall mech crashing to the ground, that same pede slamming down on his bleeding frame.

Warnings popped up to inform Soundwave of ruptured lines, dents and several other damages as his armour plating buckles and bent beneath the heavy weight of the silver mech, Soundwave trying to get the warlord's pede loose, but Megatron just put more and more weight on it until Soundwave was nearly immobile with pain.

"I trusted you." The warlord hissed as Soundwave could only watch helplessly as the warlord removed his pede from his chassis to kick the younger mech in the helm, the Decepticon TIC tumbling and rolling over the ground, new warnings piling atop each other for his attention.

Cracks crisscrossed his visor as he struggled to get up onto all fours, the sound of raking steel reaching his audios just as he felt a terrible pain in his abdomen, causing him to open his mouth in a silent scream of agony, writhing on the steely invasion to his frame.

"I'm ashamed of you. Ashamed I trusted you. But weak sparks can be swayed, can't they?" Megatron's voice at his audials was vaguely noted as Soundwave struggled to vent around the pain, wet stickiness spreading beneath him, the scent of energon tell tale in the air. "I am ashamed I was stupid enough to trust you.

The blade began to twist and Soundwave couldn't move as fuel lines were ruptured, plating torn from his frame, the injured mech's frame being dragged with each twist. Hydraulics hissed, joints groaned, and then there was a jolt of pain as Megatron lifted the prone mech up, still impaled on his sword.

Soundwave's servos clasped the sword protruding from his abdomen, slowly lifting his helm to look up at the door to the room, optics alighting on Solis.

She stood in the doorway, obviously in pain by the way she held herself, leaning against the doorframe, horror and pain in her coloured optics as her mouth opened in closed in an attempt to speak.

The sound of a photon cannon charging up reached Soundwave as he stared at his mate, one optic exposed from his shattered visor and he looked into her optics, resigned. She reached for him.

"Solis…" He whispered.

Then Megatron fired.

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