Impostor
Makeshift had been spotted, and by the worst possible femme. Nightshade was on heels, Megatron's orders clearly being carried out. Makeshift had been masquerading as a Decepticon, though he wore the Autobot insignia on his chest. He had thought his world was perfectly made, was flawless. His 'guise was utterly perfect, and his attitude matched the Decepticon he was supposed to be. And still, Megatron's bloodhounds found him. How?
He walked down the narrow halls of the Nemesis, hearing Nightshade behind him. He could picture her clearly, walking confidently, tiny poisoned-edged blades under her wrist plates, her wings flicking up and down as she relayed messages with them that Makeshift wouldn't even understand if he bothered to look. Instead, he walked into a storage room and he stood at the back, watching the door that he had closed behind him.
Nightshade opened it soundlessly, her optics narrowed and dim. "You're not going to hide, Makeshift?" She stepped in and closed it behind her. The lock slid into place on her command. Her claws curled into fists. They weren't as long as Starscream's, but still sizable and, Makeshift knew, just as sharp.
"I know when I am beaten, Nightshade." His servos curled around the swords secured to his hips and he pulled them free, flipping them in the air before readying. She knew she wouldn't be impressed by this trick, but it was a way to give himself some time to analyze which side she favored, what side was her blind side, what her weaknesses were...
But as soon as his servos were curled lightly around the handles of the swords, she lunged towards him, poisoned blades out and aimed for his chest. He kicked her away, slicing the swords down on her leg. He cut open her shin.
"I expected more," Makeshift growled. "I heard Nightshade was just as furious as Nighthawk, I heard that she was over-powering, a skilled assassin and a key role in the Decepticon cause. You are nothing."
"Why, Makeshift...I haven't even begun and you're already judging me." She flicked her claws and he felt tiny pricks of pain. He looked down. Razor blades had cut open his chest and he laughed, tilting his helm back. He sliced at her again, but she was up and moving. She ran from him, hiding in the furthest corner. But her face didn't show fear. She was expressionless.
He cut at her belly and she barely flinched. He stabbed at her optic with the butt of the hilt and she took it, her optic cracking badly. He watched it weep Energon and he smirked, stepping back as he pointed his sword at her chest, directly at her spark. He smirked. "Goodbye, Nightshade."
But as he leaned forward, she moved, suddenly away from him. Her blades were back and they were slicing at his arm, but Makeshift got a good blow in, opening her up from hip to belly button diagonally. She staggered and growled, but spun away from him when he moved to get another slice in.
Poison shot through his veins, shutting down his internal systems. He had underestimated the danger of letting her close. While he sunk to his knees, she stood over him. Her wound was held together by her servos, but she was smirking in triumph.
Makeshift growled and he threw his sword at her stomach. It pierced her, and possibly went through her from the look on her face. After his last act of defiance, the poison took its toll and he slumped.
Megatron arrived on the scene after her comm and he knelt. "Alive?"
She pulled the sword out of her belly, holding that wound closed with the servo that had only been assisting. "As promised."
"Good. He will be a fine Decepticon after he is brainwashed. Good work, Nightshade." He tossed her a small pouch of credits, holding far less than he had promised. But she caught it and tucked it into her subspace. She followed the medics down to the MedBay, Makeshift between them. The Autobot's helm rolled around, his dim optics seemingly focused on her. She stared back numbly, baring denta in a grin. Fangs flashed in the dim lighting. She had won.
The first part of this song reminded me of a scene in Exiles when Optimus suspects there is a traitor onboard the Ark and it turns out to be Makeshift, so I kinda did Make's origin story and threw in the last femme I roleplayed as. Um, enjoy?