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Warning this fic contains: deviation from canon, ooc-ness, forced physical and mental transformation/surgery, violence, threats, Soundwave, Megatron, Knockout, Knockout being himself, lies, death, depression. If any of this bugs you then you may want to turn away.
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MIA the kids aren't alright ch 2
Ch2 The New Kids
Autobots base
"Prime!"
Optimus Prime, Ratchet and Bulkhead all turned to see a man in a grey suit holding a cloth over his eye walking over to them.
"Agent Fowler," Optimus acknowledged.
"Whoa, what happened to you?" Bulkhead asked as Fowler lower his hand revealing a large bruise around his eye.
Fowler glared at Bulkhead and explained, "with the kids sudden disappearance it was decided it would be safer to place Ms. Darby in witness protection…"
Fowler paused then finished, "she didn't take it too well…"
"Ouch…" Bulkhead muttered.
"Now then, Please tell me you have some good news," Fowler exclaimed.
"I'm afraid not, much like your operatives we have also had no luck in finding Jack, Miko and Rafael."
"Currently Bumblebee and Arcee are out in the field using their scanners to try to pickup the children's cell phone signals." Ratchet explained as he continued to go over the information the two bots had sent back to him.
"Its been a week since they went missing," Agent Fowler stated. "Do you really think their cell phones will even have power?"
Bulkhead took a step back at Fowler's words while Ratchet looked down at the floor. The likelihood they would be able to find the children at this point was astronomical at best.
"To give up now would be to give up all hope of finding them" Optimus explained, "and if there is any chance, no matter how slight, we will find them."
"What about the Con's," Agent Fowler asked changing the subject.
"No sign of them," Bulkhead said uneasily.
"You think they could be involved?" Fowler asked.
Optimus eyed Agent Fowler and admitted, " It is suspicious that they have been inactive lately."
"You really think Megatron would be able to hold himself back from gloating if he had them?" Bulkhead asked.
"Or using them as some type of bargaining chip…" Ratchet added on.
"I do not know…" Optimus said, "What I do know is that giving up on Jack, Miko and Rafael is not an option. If they are out there we will find them."
Aboard the Nemesis
Knockout found himself running to the controls of the third chamber and frantically typing, trying to get the chamber and the new Decepticon stable. Finally getting the power levels in the green Knockout vented some air and hunched over. It had been like this for about four earth days. Whenever Knockout finished adjusting a chambers power level one of the other ones would suddenly spike. The ancient text had been very specific, the chambers needed the right power input or it would completely obliterate the subject inside.
As Knockout thought to himself about the project and his life choices the first chamber began to beep.
"Urg…" Knockout groaned, "this is impossible. Why is it even like this, four days ago the project entered into its final phase and all the data said that it shouldn't take any longer than seventy-two earth hours for it to complete."
As he complained to himself Knockout regulated the power levels in the first pod.
Finishing the task Knockout contemplated grabbing a bit of energon and then the medbay doors opened, revealing the tall form of Soundwave.
"Finally!" Knockout said in relief, pushing aside his wariness of the other bot. "I contacted you hours ago."
Soundwave as always said nothing.
"I need you to access all the chamber and manually regulate the power levels." Knockout explained.
Soundwave stood in the medbay doorway for a few moments. As he finally started to move all three of the chambers power levels spiked causing a series of alarms to go off.
"Frag it!" Knockout cursed as he ran over to chamber three and began to furiously type. As Knockout typed several of Soundwaves tentacles sprang forward jacking into all three of the chambers. In a matter of seconds the chambers power levels were once again stabilized.
"Thank primus…" Knockout muttered as he walked away from the chambers. Heading over to a worktable Knockout injected himself with some energon and then picked up a data pad.
"As you can see other than the problems with the power levels everything is running smoothly," Knockout explained.
Soundwave looked at Knockout, or at least Knockout thought Soundwave was looking at him, and then turned to the chambers. Reaching out for to the second chamber Soundwave typed in a code on the control panel, brining up a status screen for all three chambers. As data flashed over the screen Soundwave paused at a certain questionable bit of data. Pointing at the data Soundwave looked back to Knockout for answers.
"There may have been a slight problem when uploading data into the subjects," Knockout admitted.
"You do know what will happen to you if you fail," a recording of Megatrons warning from days ago came from Soundwave.
'Tch so he was listening in at that time,' Knockout thought.
"As I'm sure you well know Soundwave I have given Lord Megatron's project my full attention. And while there have been…setbacks. I am sure it will be a success," Knockout informed the surveillance lieutenant.
"That's good to hear Knockout…" Megatrons voice rang out into the medical bay.
"Lord… Megatron," Knockout stuttered. "I didn't hear you come in."
"I know," Megatron said, "now what are these setbacks you were informing Soundwave?"
Knockout cleared his vents and started to explain, "unfortunately the data from the Iacon storage unit and Shockwave notes where a bit lacking…"
"Lacking?" Megatron asked.
"Yes my Lord," Knockout explained, "from the research I've been studying it seems like the cyberforming should have finished some ago…"
"Is that so…" Megatron said his eyes narrowing a bit.
"Yes," Knockout said.
"Are they nonfunctioning?" Megatron asked.
"No my Lord. I have been monitoring their status and have fully examined them. They seem to be physically and mentally functional."
Soundwave drew Megatrons attention over to the chambers data and pointed to the fragmented code.
"And that…" Megatron growled out.
"As you know Lord Megatron you asked me to make sure that our…I mean your subjects wouldn't have any memories of their past...experiences." Knockout carefully said.
"Yes," Megatron agreed.
"I successfully erased their memories," Knockout informed the Decepticon leader, "but…"
"But…" Megatron repeated.
"As I was downloading their new parameters, there was a small… hiccup." Knockout admitted
"What…" Megatron shouted.
"It's not that bad my Lord," Knockout tried to explain as he walked backwards away from Megatron, as the Decepticon warlord followed Knockout, "some of the info I wasn't uploading properly."
"It was just some basic info about there new identities," Knockout quickly added.
"How is that not important!" Megatron roared.
Megatron halted his advance on Knockout as the chamber alarms once again went off. Megatron watched as Soundwave adjusted the power level, the alarms shutting off in the process.
"What was that?" Megatron demanded.
"The power levels in the chambers have been unpredictable." Knockout quickly explained happy to see Megatrons attention on the chambers instead of him, "I believe the data believe we have on cyberforming is incomplete."
"How so?" Megatron asked.
"I have followed the instructions. From building the chambers and the settings to turn three organic life forms, of our subjects mass and weight but for some reason the chambers are acting as if there is some sort extra energy source feeding into them" Knockout explained.
"And this is problem…" Megatron asked.
"It may account for the fragmented data but I have kept the chambers well within the allotted power levels, so it shouldn't be a problem." Knockout said.
"If it is…" Megatron started to threaten but stopped as another alarm sounded out.
"The power levels…" Megatron ground out.
"No," Knockout said in surprise, the cyberforming is finally finish!"
Soundwwave tentacle retreated from the chambers.
"It looks like chamber one and two are opening!" Knockout stated this a chamber one opened and a huge purple arm reached out grasping the edge of chambers new entryway.
The mech inside the chamber heaved himself out stumbling a bit before he came he came to a stop. As the mech straightened the Decepticons in the room took note of the mech's appearance. With a body similar in structure to Breakdown's but perhaps slightly larger. With red eyes, a square chin and a devilish smirk the mech made for a rather dashing specimen Knockout admitted. His colors suited his build with a primary color of purple, white undertones and teal accents.
'An eight out ten,' Knockout thought. 'What could Knockout say. He liked bigger Mech's .'
"Urg…" The mech groan, "what's going on? My head is killing me."
As the large mech spoke, from the second chamber a smaller mech calmly existed.
About the size and build of Knockout or maybe even the Autobot Bumblebee, this mech had a small face with big yellow eyes. A light green visor quickly covered the mech's eyes. With a rounded head and protruding sensors Knockout realized that while the new Cybertronian may have the body of a scout or warrior he appeared to be designed for intelligence work. With his primary color of green with gray undertones and black accents, the bot looked like he would be perfect for espionage on this organic world.
'A seven our of ten' Knockout thought, 'I'll have to offer my assistance with helping this new team member choose a vehicle mode."
The green mech looked over to the Decpticons who watched him and raised his hand in a wave.
The green mech then said, "hello?" in a questioning manner.
Megatron stared at the third chamber and after seeing no sign of it opening he muttered, "…Two out of three isn't bad…"
Knockout gulped, he had a feeling that while two out of three wasn't bad but it still wasn't a success.
"My dear colleagues, no my frien…" Megatron was cut off from his speech as a loud banging noise was heard.
It wasn't long before a second and third rang out. The five mechs in the room turned towards the third chamber where several dents had appeared. Another loud banging sound rang out and a small opening appeared on the third chamber. The mechs stood in stunned silence as a pair of petite ever so slightly clawed hands slipped threw the gap and grasped either side of the opening and forcibly opened the chamber from the inside.
As the chamber doors where fully forced open a petite femme calmly walked out.
Knockout supposed the femme was around the Autobot Arcee's size. Her helm was decorated with curving bits of metal that helped frame her small face. With big blue eyes that stood out from her primary colors of red, black undertones and golden accents.
She was a pretty little thing Knockout admitted, an eight out of ten. Upon looking closer Knockout realized she was a bit on the small side, like he first thought. Which meant she would only be able to take a rather small car or a motorcycle as her vehicle mode.
'Six out of ten,' Knockout changed his score. It was to be expected, Knockout was a automobile enthusiast.
The femme looked around at the mechs and frowned.
Clearing his vents in annoyance Megatron once again started his speech, "it is good to see you three well after the incident."
Knockout watched as the green mech stepped back.
"Incident?" The green mech asked in concern.
"Yes, I'm afraid your ship was blasted out of the sky by are most hateful enemy the Autobots," Megatron explained.
"I don't remember anything like that," The purple bot suddenly said in disinterest.
"You were all badly damaged after the attack," Megatron said without missing a beat.
"Our chief medic Knockout has been treating you for some time now but it seems some damage might have been done to your memory banks," Megatron sadly informed them, "just to make sure could you three tell me what was the last thing you remember."
"Well there was the war," the green bot started.
"Both sides started fighting over Cybertrons depleting energon supply," the red femme softly added.
"That's right," the green bot agreed, "something happened to cybertron…"
"It died and we escaped…" the femme finished.
"That's right," the green bot said thoughtfully.
"Your our leader Lord Megatron," the femme suddenly said.
Knockout could just make out the beginning of a smirk forming on Megatrons face.
"But I do not remember fighting," the green bot added with a frown.
"We are Decepticons?" The femme unsurely asked.
"That is correct" Megatron agreed.
"I know you all must have many question but all three of you need to be checked over." Megatron informed the three new Decepticons, "Soundwave here will be giving you a thorough scan to make sure everything is functioning properly."
Knockout watched as the green bot and the red femme looked at each other then over to Soundwave.
"Of course Lord Megatron," the femme said as she walked over to Soundwave.
The green mech looked unsure for a moment but then followed the femme.
Now that Knockout thought about it the purple mech hadn't said anything for quite some time. Looking over Knockout saw the mech staring at his arm and watched in horror as the mechs hand transformed into a canon and proceeded to blast his precious medical equipment.
"Ah my equipment," Knockout yelled out, "I needed that you slagging…"
"Now now Knockout," Megatron said in warning, "are friends have been through quiet the ordeal, you need to have patience."
'Patience my fragging aft,' Knockout thought.
Suddenly the purple mech turned towards them and said, "hey you said we have memory problems or something, right?"
Knockout took a deep vent of air in and let it out to calm himself down.
"That's correct," Knockout said.
"So what are our names," the purple mech asked.
"Names?" Knockout questioned.
"That's right! I can't remember my name, can you?" The green mech cried out and then asked the femme.
The femme calmly answered, "no I can not."
"Yeah, so what are our names?" The purple mech once again asked.
"Actually since coming to this planet we have chosen new names from the inhabitants language," Megatron explained.
"You mean the language where using right now?" The green mech asked.
"Yes!" Knockout jumped in, "your memory banks containing the Cybertronian language may have been damage, so you may want to chose new names."
Suddenly Knockout heard another blast and gritted his teeth in fury.
"BoomBoom," the purple mech happily cried out.
"What did you say," Knockout asked.
"My name I want it to be BoomBoom," The purple mech declared.
Knockout froze at the sheer stupidity of the name and actually felt himself cringe. It wasn't the worst name he had heard, there was that Dinobot that was named after a Cybertronian swear word and that Autobot name Dent. But BoomBoom it made Knockout's head ache just thinking about it.
"In that case I want to be called Databurst," the green mech declared.
'Tolerable,' Knockout thought in relief.
"And you?" Knockout asked the femme.
"It doesn't matter," the red femme stated.
"What?" Knockout asked in disbelief.
"In that case, I'll pick it." BoomBoom stated.
"No!" Knockout cried out.
"I don't practically care what my name is. As it is unimportant." The femme explained. "What was I called when I was being repaired?"
"Um… well… Three," Knockout answered.
"Then that will be my name," the femme stated.
Knockout held his head in pain. It was bad enough that he had to associate with someone called BoomBoom but he was not going to be seen with someone called Three.
"In that case," Knockout said, "how about I chose your name?"
"If that's what you want," the femme said.
Knockout felt himself twitch at the response.
"Now that things are settled me and the good doctor need to go over some reports…" With that said Megatron left the room and Knockout was left to follow.
As Knockout continued to follow, Megatron finally came to strop. Knockout halted a few arms lengths away.
"You were lucky…" Megatron stated causing Knockout to gulp, "all three are online and are functioning."
"Yes," Knockout agreed and couldn't help but add on, "but whether they can fight is another matter."
"That doesn't matter," Megatron dismissively said.
"I see… wait what?" Knockout asked in surprise.
"Whether they destroy the Autobots or they are destroyed by the Autobots, they will have served their purpose." Megatron stated.
"My Lord?" Knockout asked in concern.
"You see Knockout, there is more then one way to break an Autobot," Megatron explained as a vicious smirk formed on his face.
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I forgot to write this but all three of the new "decepticon" have silver/grey or white faces (faceplates)
New chapter is up. The chambers have opened and now the Decepticons have three shiny new recruits. I've read a few kids get turned into Cybertronian fics and decided to do something a bit different.
Just to let you know the femme isn't named 3 she'll get her real name in the next chapter.
Thanks to Warperchick, silent femme, guest, The Whispering Sage and Guest for reviewing.
If you were logged in when you reviewed you should have received a pm for everyone else you can find a response below.
Silent femme: thanks for the review and glad you like it. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and continue to enjoy future ones. I never mentioned which of the names were for which kid.
Guest: thank you for the review. Yeah I thought so too. Especially since the person who was choosing their name is known to be spontaneous and random. I decided to choose the name BoomBoom though.
Guest: thanks for the review. Too bad you weren't logged in then I could have sent you a reply right away. To answer your question; no those weren't the best I could come up with ;). The names I came up with for that bot were: trigger, heavybolt, pillage, blockaide, ricochet, wallop, shamble and augment(yeah augment was originally a name option for this bot) but as I was thinking of names I started to remember their personality. Realizing they would most likely demand to name themselves and then pick a totally random name. It's basically a joke. So I decided to go with BoomBoom XD oh man the cringe factor I can just see Knockout cringing at it.