The twisted TF fangirl presents: Dark Spark
Setting: TF: Prime
Rating: M (interfacing, non-con situations, general angst)
Pairings/Characters: MegatronxOC
Disclaimer: Transformers are property of Hasbro...I just own the OC
Summary: A femme is reunited with the Autobots on Earth after being held captive on the Nemesis.
"Ohhh…whaa…where?" Shaba murmured weakly as her surroundings slowly came into focus. The ebony-armored femme momentarily forgot that she was currently in the safe refuge of the Autobots' base outside of a sleepy town in rural Nevada and she started to panic. "Ah, no please, Master…please!" Shaba cried, terrified of the consequences that she would face if Megatron caught her trying to catch a light recharge again. Ratchet, who was nearby keeping watch over the bank of monitors and communications terminals, was roused out of his 'daydream' of finally returning to Cybertron and being far away from this primitive world with its primitive technology, as well as its inhabitants. "What is it now, Shaba? You are no longer with the Decepticons, you are under the careful watch of the Autobot Chief Medical Officer, Ratchet" he reassured the femme with the most caring and understanding voice that he could muster.
Shaba's frame relaxed at the sound of the Autobot CMO's vocalisers. The young femme sighed as she shut her optics, although every time that she did so, she would see the fearsome leader of the Decepticons looming above her with that sickening look in his deep crimson optics. "Unnnh, I can't take this anymore, I need to go outside and clear my processors!" Shaba cried. "Will you be quiet, femme? The others are currently in recharge. It is currently, as the humans here say, the middle of the night. You will feel better in the morning after you have gotten more rest", Ratchet grumbled, only turning to give Shaba brief optic contact.
The aerialist narrowed her emerald optics, even though the CMO wasn't looking at her any longer. She then started removing the cables that were plugged into her core systems so that she could sit up on the medberth, causing alarms to sound from the terminal that was monitoring her systems. "Hey, what in the Pit do you think you're doing?!" Ratchet spun around and bounded after Shaba, who was already up on her feet and moving rather quickly for the tunnel. "I need to go outside and I prefer the middle of the night…darkness suits me more" Shaba's vocalisers began with a harsh tone, but ended with more desperation than anything, causing Ratchet to cease his pursuit of her and sigh heavily. "Very well then, but I have my optics on you, so don't go far", Ratchet said, returning to the medbay to sort out the mess of cables that the femme had left in disarray…there were not more things that he despised than an untidy medbay.
A trickle of light began to appear over the eastern mountains as it silhouetted Shaba's frame atop the former missile silo turned Autobot base. She turned towards the light, frowning, as she had been flying non-stop since her first step outside the base. It was so enjoyable for the femme, and she needed to regain her skills. She was no Seeker, the elite aerial warriors of Vos could fly circles around her…while recharging, too! However, the best skill that Shaba possessed was a natural stealth ability that could fool (almost) anyone. It was even rumored that the femme had a rare gift, the same gift that only came to a few Cybertronians; they were called the Shadow Stalkers. Their origins were shrouded in mystery, but they first started out performing mercenary duties for the wealthy of Kaon until Megatron rose to power and offered them an opportunity that they could not resist. The Shadow Stalkers then became the nightmare of Iacon, seemingly striking out of nowhere, and they pretty much precipitated the Great War of Cybertron.
"Well, better now?" Ratchet asked from behind his bank of computer monitors. He was alone, which made Shaba a little more comfortable. She was actually starting to feel slight fatigue in her wing joints, perhaps she overdid it a bit last night. "Feel great, Doctor. Like I said, I just needed some flying time. It's been awhile since I've even seen the outside world, I mean, I don't even know how long I've been stuck on that warship" Shaba said, referring to the Nemesis. Ratchet nodded thoughtfully. "I understand, and no need for formalities here, simply 'Ratchet' will be fine" the CMO added. "I also took the liberty to set up your own private quarters. I do hope it is suitable". The femme gave a small smile and started walking in the direction of the corridor, Ratchet following suit. "Great timing, I could use a recharge" Shaba said as he led her to the door of her quarters and opened it, guiding her into the room. It was smaller than the Prime's, but nice and dark and the berth looked comfortable enough. The femme then stretched her tiring limbs, shut the door, and climbed into the berth, promptly falling into recharge.
"Hmmph, you're welcome" Ratchet grumbled as the door was literally shut in his face. The CMO then made his way back out to the main control room and back to his work. He had thought about bringing Shaba back to the med bay to perform repair work to her more sensitive areas on her frame, but he also was well aware that it was going to be a gradual process with a femme that had experienced severe physical and psychological trauma. Oh well, at least the CMO could have some time to run some tests and whatnot. Optimus, Bulkhead, Arcee, and Bumblebee would not be back for a while; they were all on separate energon scouting missions. Jack, Miko, and Raf were already aware of the situation with Shaba and were cooperative with staying out of the base, which really gave Ratchet a relief. Then the proximity alarm sounded. "Slag" was all that the CMO said, shaking his head, knowing just who the intruder was.
Fowler…actually Special Agent Dexter Fowler. He was appointed as the liaison between the Autobots and the human race, to ensure that the alien robots remained well out of human sight unless they were traveling in their vehicle disguises. He would visit the base occasionally just to check up, as if he didn't trust Prime or something. To Ratchet, Agent Fowler was bothersome, to say the least and now here he was, without Optimus. He'd just hope that this latest visit wasn't bad news.
"Prime!" boomed his loud voice. For a human, Fowler had quite the vocaliser, Ratchet thought. "What in God's name is going on?! I have 4-star Generals breathing down my neck about some rogue stealth fighter spotted in the vicinity of this base!" the Agent fumed, then quickly looked around, noticing the absence of everyone except Ratchet. Fowler then directed his glare right at the Autobot CMO, expecting an explanation.
Ratchet sighed wearily, but he also knew that Agent Fowler needed to know the truth about Shaba. "Yes, Agent Fowler, we have a new arrival amongst our ranks. Designation Shaba and her alt-mode is a stealth fighter" Ratchet stated. "Hmmph, I didn't think any of you Autobots could fly. Now how am I going to explain how one of you were able to scan an aircraft that only a handful of people are supposed to know about?" Fowler groaned. Then, his eyes widened and were directed away from Ratchet…to a slender ebony figure walking out of the corridor.
Emerald optics narrowed upon sight of yet another one of those human pets. This one was quite large compared to the other three that she had encountered during the last, and even more disgusting. "What is this?" the femme sneered, now standing next to the CMO, arms crossed. Ratchet immediately turned towards Shaba, scowling. "Do please show some respect for Special Agent Fowler, after all, we are guests here on this world" Ratchet said with another sigh. Shaba merely nodded, keeping her optics on the man; he did look important as the suit and tie suggested. "Heard you talking about me" she said, trying to come across a little friendlier.
Agent Fowler nodded "Yes, you seemed to have gained the attention of some very important people that I work for. I suggest that you, uh, change your mode of transport." Now, Ratchet was the one taken aback. "Wait just a minute, Special Agent Fowler. The process of scanning an alternative mode is not that simple and we cannot just re-scan anything, noooo. Especially for aerialists, they're quite sensitive and need the perfect alternative form to function at their best" the Autobot CMO stated matter-of-factly.
"Is that so?" Fowler immediately shot back, then fell silent, looking up at Shaba once again. "Could've picked something more high performance, like a fighter jet, you know" he said to the femme towering above him. Shaba scowled "Like Ratchet said, doesn't work that way. I was not created for agility or speed. I have a natural, and unusual, characteristic of hiding my spark signature. It's what you humans call 'stealth' and I did my research, and found this" Shaba replied, running slender fingers down her chassis. "I find it rather fitting and I even like the color" she continued, now smiling.
Fowler just sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Really wish Prime was here, you two don't seem to comprehend the severity of the situation. I cannot have you out there flying around in broad daylight, we have Russian and Chinese satellites and if they see you, there goes out secret stealth UAV project!" Shaba just shook her head. "Agent Fowler, if I can avoid detection by advanced Cybertronian technology, I can surely evade any of yours. I've had enough, where's the energon stores around here, Ratchet?" Shaba then turned her back on Special Agent Fowler and disappeared back into the dark confines of the base.
"Well, I'll be back to have a word with your esteemed leader. Just try to keep your new arrival 'under the radar', will you?" Fowler asked with an another sigh. "Will do, Special Agent Fowler" Ratchet replied with a wave as the man quickly turned his back and exited via a lift that brought him up to his awaiting helicopter. "Is he gone?" Shaba called out from the other end of the corridor, having found the energon stores. The femme then returned to the main control room, looking up at the three large main screens along with Ratchet. "Ah, a full tank does feel good" the femme commented. "You're quite fortunate that we have enough energon to go around right now. Optimus and the others are out there, literally scrounging for anything right now. But, the Decepticon mines are heavily guarded and we don't have the firepower right now to contend for their supply" the CMO replied wearily.
The femme turned, optics narrowing into a glare. "Megatron implements a very strict energon quota aboard the Nemesis. He will drive his own soldiers into energon starvation just to stock his personal stores, he even had some fermented into hi-grade and indulges quite generously" she said. Ratchet nodded "Not surprised, to say the least. That's his typical M.O., let those beneath him suffer so he can have his comforts. And I bet, Shaba, that you were part of his 'indulging', as well" the CMO continued, now making optic contact with the femme.
Shaba lowered her head for a moment. "Yes, Megatron forced me to consume hi-grade along with him. No, he did not want me to enjoy it, either. It was so I wouldn't go into stasis too quickly from the pain of forced interface" the femme then immediately turned away, not wanting Ratchet to look her in the optics after saying that. "Do not be ashamed. I believe that talking about your ordeal will help ease your recurring nightmares. Anyway, I need to perform further repairs to your interfacing system and no better time to do it than now, while the others are away for the time being" the CMO assured her and motioned over to the med-berth.
"Now, I may not have the best resources here, but I make do with what I've got. I also take it that hack of a medical officer made these, um, 'repairs' as well. Decepticon tech is even more advanced than what we Autobots had in Iacon, but Knockout can go this low" Ratchet seethed. Seeing this femme's condition and hearing her plight infuriated the CMO more and more. But, he had to focus right now and help get this young femme healed, and not just physically. "Knockout…wouldn't even put me in stasis" Shaba began, vocalisers trembling. "I was restrained to a metal slab while he went in deep with saws, scalpels, soldering irons. And that shock prod, just for good measure. My screams and cries were just music to his audials" Shaba continued, but made her way over to the med-berth and lay down. Immediately, Shaba felt comfort and settled in just as Ratchet induced stasis.