I think you may like this story though it will but a lot of angst in the beginning. It will mellow out though I don't think I will let the Autobots come out complete victors. In any war both sides have faults but only one can ultimately win while the other will have to give in and hope for the best outcome for their faction. I don't think I will make this into a slave story though it will have hints until there is a resolution. I have thought about doing a slave story for either side but I haven't made up my mind yet.
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"Optimus, are you aware that Arcee has not checked in from patrol?" Ratchet turned from the monitor as he was addressing the Prime to look down at him from the command station.
"No, I just came in from the last artifact hunt and neither Bulkhead nor Bumblebee mentioned it to me. Where is her last coordinates?" Optimus stalked over to Ratchet to look over his shoulder as he typed the information into the console of the computer.
"The last coordinates are not far from here. She may even be in her quarters recharging, but it is not like her to not check in unless something upset her." Ratchet said. He checked over the Autobot signals but according to the recent count, Arcee was not in the base. "Optimus, we may have a problem."
"I concur. Have Bumblebee and Smokescreen to scout the last coordinates that Arcee was located at, and let us know the outcome immediately." Optimus said. "Ratchet I have done two missions back to back and I will be in my quarters should you need anything. Please alert me as soon as you know something about Arcee."
"No problem Optimus, the moment we know something I will come get you, myself." Ratchet said as he commed the scout and rookie.
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Arcee woke to darkness. At least she recognized that she was no longer in the med-bay because the berth she now lay on was softer and had an organic feel to it. It ruled out the possibility of the brig since usually they were lucky to have a metal slab for a berth. She looked around hoping to spot a power source but if there was one, it was nowhere to be found. The small tiny bit of light from her optics revealed no walls except where the berth leaned against so Arcee surmised that she must be in a large room, possibly an officer's quarters, though she hoped that it was not Megatron's. She took a moment to feel along her protoform to confirm that she had truly been stripped of her armor and sighed brokenly; this was not a dream, she would not wake to find herself in her own berth in her quarters, and rescue would be next to impossible for her friends. Even now Arcee could feel the thrumming of the powerful engines beneath her as she continued to look around.
She scooted to the edge and realized that there was no chain keeping her locked to the berth and she groaned as she slowly rolled to her side and then pulled herself up to sit on the edge. Knockout must have taken a sledge hammer to her, she ached so badly, and now she was nothing; Megatron would make sure that her armor could not be used again, and resources were so limited on earth.
As much as that thought depressed her, Arcee refused to give in. She stumbled as she tried to stand and ended up bracing herself against the berth until she could stop the shaking in her legs. Knockout may have put her under but he certainly did not give her anything for pain.
Gasping for air to keep from overheating, Arcee slowly walked forward, her arms out to catch her should she walk into something. When she finally made it to the wall she felt along for a crease, crack, something that would assist her in finding an escape. Arcee continued to feel until she felt the edges of a door. She placed her face plates as close as possible so that she could use the blue light from her optics to find an access panel for the switch to the door. It took her a few moments and then she saw a shadow of a possible panel.
Arcee felt around the edges until the panel slid open. The access button glowed a bright red meaning that the door was locked. Arcee looked for a key pad but found that to be locked as well. The only way she was getting out was if someone let her out from outside. Arcee expelled the air that she was holding in her vents and moved back to the berth. She would have to wait. Hopefully the one opening the door would be her rescuer. If it was Soundwave then Arcee would have to think of another way to get away from him.
Her side still ached from the removal of her T-cog so Arcee decided that the only way to escape would be to conserve her energy. She lay back down and searched for a possible blanket. She found one at the foot of the berth and wrapped it around her naked form as she waited for whoever would come through the door, lying down to rest but determined not to go into recharge.
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"Did you strip the Harbinger?" Megtron asked as he looked at the bowed form of his second in command. Vehicons remained quiet working around them on the command bridge of the Nemeses as Megatron waited expectantly with his hands on his waist for Starscream to answer.
"Yes my lord, it is done and any useful equipment had been retrieved. I have Soundwave cataloguing all items as we speak and the vehicons are putting away into storage or reformatting it for use." Starscream bowed his helm low once more before looking up in expectation of any praise that he could glean from his Supreme Commander.
"Very well Starscream; you have done well today. See that you keep it up and I might reward you." Megatron snidely stated but Starscream took for the praise that he so richly deserved. "Oh and Starscream, we have a new passenger aboard. She is Soundwave's responsibility and should he succeed we will have a new decepticon in our midst. See that you don't interfere. I know that you have a past history with her, but Soundwave wants her intact for purposes that only he and I know about. It is not in your best interest to sabotage." Megatron informed him coldly.
"If I know who she is and why she is here I promise not to stand in the way. After all, I am the second in command and it is only to our mutual benefit that I be informed of any experiments that Soundwave may be conducting…."
"The femme is Arcee, but that is all YOU need to know." Megatron stated as he glared menacingly down at Starscream. "Fail to heed my warning and I will scrap you myself." He snarled. Starscream crawled cowardly away from his master as he slinked back toward the door that led to the corridor.
"Yes master; I wouldn't dream of failing you." Starscream stuttered as he left quickly once he was far enough to get away. He ran out the door as he heard Megatron's laughter follow him in the distance. "Damn master!" He snarled once he was sure the door was closed and no one was watching. What did Soundwave want with that bitch of a femme? She was nothing but trouble. At least he had taken out that foul mouthed partner of hers but to have her on board the Nemeses was unthinkable. Nothing good would come of an Autobot and few ever changed factions against their will. "It would be nice if just once Soundwave would fail." Starscream snarled softly out loud. "I would love to see his face when Megatron smacked him down."
It would probably never happen. Soundwave very seldom failed and if he did he always recompensed his master with some form of vengeance against any who stood in his way of success. Starscream had never faulted Soundwave for his dedication and the silent communications officer had served him well when Megatron had been thought lost. It was just frustrating when Starscream was held up to the dark silent mech's standards in his master's optics and always found lacking. Maybe it would change if this experiment failed. One could only hope.
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Soundwave finished decoding the last of the Iacon information one of the relics and packed up his consul for the evening. He had a new duty to attend and looked forward to training the femme. It would be interesting how she responded to him and how long it would take for her to adjust to her new life. He left the command bridge and quietly walked along the hallway that connected to a main corridor and then turned left and headed down a smaller hallway to the officer's quarters. It was quiet, and except for a cleaning drone, there was no one in the hallway. Soundwave made his way before stopping in front of a door on the left side of the hallway.
"Oh Soundwave," Starscream said as his door open from his quarters and Starscream stepped out; "I hear that you have a new ward living with you. I hope that she proves useful." Soundwave showed no outer signs of acknowledging Starscream's comment but he didn't ignore him either. Starscream could be difficult at the best of times and downright painful when he was looking for information.
"Autobot femme: none of your concern." Soundwave droned in his monotone voice.
"Yes well, if she becomes a handful I will be more than happy to assist you." Starscream said airily as he waved his arms in the air.
"Offer appreciated but unnecessary." Soundwave replied to his offer as he patiently waited for Starscream to walk by and proceed to his duties.
"I guess I will be off. Megatron expects his project done on time after all." Starscream said and he walked by as if hoping to see into Soundwave's room even though Soundwave had not put his codes in yet. The silent brooding mech just stared him down as the air commander past until he was no longer in sight. Soundwave was not taking chances for the commander to get his door code.
Once the danger was past, he punched in his code, listened for the lock to unclick, and walked into the dark room. Using the night vision that he installed on his mask, he quickly located the recharging femme on the berth. His sharp optics took in the fact that she had found the soft blanket he left at the end of the berth for her. Though Soundwave understood his master to make her helpless, he wished that some of her armor had been left if just to help with the integrating process. She would be spiteful for a while and it would slow the process down but Soundwave was positive that he could win her to his way of processing. He had to if he wanted to keep her and enslaving her would break her. That he did not want.
He turned and walked to his private consul as he typed in the codes that would unlock the computer terminal, and after registering all information and safety coding the continual running of communications through Soundwave's private terminal. Even though he was done with his duties for the evening, Soundwave liked to know what was going on at all times so that his master could be informed accordingly; but he also wanted to keep his computer encrypted now that he was sharing quarters with an unwilling guest. Once he knew that Arcee could not enable any transmissions, Soundwave retired his standard pistol to a locked safe and turned back to regard the femme once again.
He walked closer as she stirred, silent as any competent predator, carefully watching for any sudden moves. She rolled from her side to her back and Soundwave leaned over to watch her as she slowly opened her optics. He could feel the heat from her EM field and knew that she could feel him as her optics widened large like saucers making her face look smaller than normal, and then scooting on her back to try and get away. Soundwave reached out to stop her movements and Arcee struggled uselessly against his claws.
"No! Don't touch me." Arcee growled trying to get out of his touch but his claws gently but effectively bit down into the malleable metal of her protoform stopping her struggles until Soundwave had effectively pinned her beneath his sleek massive form.
Arcee had been trained to expect rape as a possible torture technique but to actually know that it was coming still terrified her. She tried to squirm out of his grasp but Soundwave effectively held her until she tired herself out. How long they remain was impossible to tell since Knockout had also disabled her chronometer but Arcee finally gave in until Soundwave shifted her where she was sitting up and cradled in his lap.
"You will have to rape me." She finally whispered. "I won't submit to you." She then looked up into his visor, her beautiful, cobalt pain filled optics sad as she trembled against him but finally still.
"I know but intentions are not to hurt you." He softly said. He touched her helm gently and Arcee gasped. She had not known that they had even taken her helm guard off until he touched the sensitive metal that house circuitry very close between the protoform and plates that protected her CPU.
"Then let me go. You have ruined me and Ratchet doesn't have spare alloys to make me new armor so you have won. Why keep me? This is worse than deactivation." She stated softly as she looked away from him only to realize how close she was to his chest plates and spark. Arcee tried to climb out of his lap but Soundwave thwarted her attempts. "Please let me go." She pleaded softly.
"No, you will remain here and become my mate." Soundwave turned her helm as he slid his visor away. Arcee suddenly saw soft vermillion optics that held her gaze steady and the air hitched in her vents as his words slowly permeated her CPU.
"I don't want to be your mate." She shakily stated. Her optics remained steady on his gaze letting him see the shock and spark ache that held her enthralled.
"You do not have a choice." His voice was different without the visor, though it still retained some of the monotone quality that made him infamous and struck terror in his enemies. Arcee felt that terror grip her frame as he slowly lowered his helm and gently kissed her shocked lips. It was brief but packed with emotion and as Arcee started to struggle Soundwave let her helm go. He suddenly let her go as he stood.
"I have brought a cloak for you. You will wear it to hide your form from other's optics. I am sorry that Lord Megatron had your armor removed but I did convince him not to download slave programming into your cortex. If you behave, then you will be treated well, but if you choose to resist then you will be punished." Soundwave walked back to his monitor and set the night protocols so that if there were any changes he would be alerted in his recharge.
"Why have you picked me? I was ready to die for my beliefs." Arcee asked suddenly as she watched him warily.
"You are a femme and one of the last. You are a carrier and since the Allspark is gone you will have to accept your position as my mate." It was said matter of fact. Soundwave didn't even turn around until he was finished. "Once we are bonded you may go with me to the rec room for energon. Till then, you will have to accept my authority as your mate."
"I don't want you!" Arcee cried trying to make him understand that she would not accept him. "What happens if the bond doesn't take?" She suddenly asked realizing just what he had just said.
"You will be terminated." Soundwave informed her as he walked back and scooted her back against the wall and the berth.
"No please." She cried out trying to get away once again but Soundwave pulled her up against him as he joined her on the berth. "I don't want this. You can't force me. The bond won't take and then I will be dead." She breathless stammered out. Soundwave continued to adjust his form, careful now that hers was so much more delicate than his. He turned her where her chest came to his and then rolled her under him once again.
"Resistance is futile; you will comply with my wishes." He told her before lowering his helm to rest against her for a few moments. Arcee tried to turn her helm away but Soundwave held her securely against him as he opened his CPU and allow his telepathic abilities to touch hers.
"No…" Arcee whimpered as she felt him invade her CPU but instead of stripping her of her memories and codes he sent reassurance and comfort confusing Arcee more as she whimpered and moaned trying to fight him against him. Soundwave knew she was tired and still sore from Knockout's medical care and patiently waited until she had no fight left. He let up his helm though he kept the connection telepathically with her. He slowly went to the override catch on her chest as he shifted the plates to reveal his spark.
"Soundwave please." She whispered pleadingly. He smiled at the irony that her CPU was telling her not to beg and yet she stubbornly held on to her freedom hoping that he would stop or her friends would rescue her. He triggered the plating system to reveal her spark chamber as he transformed his plates back to expose his. Arcee pushed against his arms but without her armor she was no match for his strength. Soundwave slid his hand from her helm down to her leg as he hitched it up to rest against his waist as he gently pushed down to meet her pelvic plating with his. He could feel her heat as his spike strained against his panel but tonight it would just be their sparks. He needed the bond to take so that he could protect her from the other decepticons and from Megatron should he change his mind and decide to take her for himself. Cons were notoriously liberal with their lovers until they made them their bond mate. Soundwave wanted Arcee tied to him by spark so that he had a permanent tie to her regardless of faction and so that no one would hurt her or try to take her away from him. In this he was old fashioned. He had barely survived losing his former mate and only Laserbeak was left from his previous union. Arcee would make a fine mother and she was stronger than his first mate in that she had survived a debilitating war and come out stronger for it.
He encouraged her to remove the outer casing of her spark chamber and to Arcee dismay she felt the shift as she scramble to cover her spark. Soundwave pulled her hands away as his spark moved out and away to meet hers, its pulsing increasing as it sought out a connection with her. Arcee cried out as she felt the first tentative tendrils touch and connect and then they both were consumed with thoughts, feelings, and emotions as their combined sparks pulsed increasing the pleasure and energy and heat spread through their bodies.
Soundwave's mouth plates opened in a silent scream as he sought to finalize their bond and ensure that she was his. Arcee cried as she felt the bond take and coolant trickled down her face as her right to freedom disappeared and she became the mate of a cold sparked killer.