My time is depressingly abundant, used for nothing hut thought. The migraine inducing pulse from Unicron and the injuries-Not to mention my previous status as the second in command of the Decepticons are just the icing on the fragged up cake that is my current situation.
My only allies in the ill thought out gang called the Decepticon Army were KnockOut and BreakDown.
What took so long to get was lost in less than a few minutes..Primus..I'm not sure how to feel about that.
My thoughts are interrupted by..
Unicron, he was screaming..I suppose that means my plan is working?
Hehe, Unicron's nightmare threats will no longer be possible. I really wasn't hoping to find out what he had planned for me...
I doubt I won't find out...
If Primus does like me he sure has a sick way of showing it.
Frag all, I miss having a whole fleet to command..now I'm stuck in the hands of the enemy waiting for them to defeat a god..
I would not have guessed I would be targeted by a god.
...I must stop this nonsense train of thought.
I'm stuck in a makeshift cell.
Still restrained on the medical bed, the Prime and his associates are having a less than quiet conversation about me.
Unsurprisingly more than half of them wish to put me back where they found me. Ever the empathetic one, Prime won't allow them to put me back.
I would prefer it though.
He suggests they discuss it with me..
Huh?
I have a say? Since when did Prime have faith in me?? I can't think of a single action I've taken to-
Oh wait..
I did do a minute bunch of mutually beneficial things, not for the express purpose of helping the Autobots, obviously.
I'm more surprised I haven't been tortured or beaten. I suppose I have Prime and the medic to thank for that.
My focus is broken when a hand is placed on my shoulder, I stiffen, my wings violently swing upwards at the offending sensation. Perhaps I shouldn't be getting lost in my own thoughts.
I fallow the hand to it's owner, Prime. Of course it's Prime. Who else?
"I had not intended to frighten you. My apologies." I'm already embarrassed enough, an apology won't make it better.
It takes a bothersome abundance of minutes for my posture to return to normal. "What is the purpose in your visitation? You know how little free time I have at this very moment~"
Prime has little to no reaction. Boring.
"We were discussing what will be done with you, I would like to know what you feel. It would be wrong of us not to listen to your feelings on the matter." I could call the tone Prime uses overly professional but ridiculously monotone fits better.
"I get to have a say in my treatment? wow!"
Again the Prime is lacking in appreciation in my antics.
"Of course you do." there's a hint of sadness in his words..?
Those words prompt silence.
What do I feel?
A need for escape?
Power?
What humans would call a dirt nap?
..Allies?
"...If my words have any sway, I'd prefer not to become your prisoner if nothing else. Altho I'm perhaps too late.." Prime flinches, a minuscule flinch but still an flinch.
Interesting..
"We had no intention of keeping you strapped down, it was purely a precaution."
How is it that he sounds like he's attempting to apologize, is that all he does??
I hiss a sigh my wings matching the annoyance "I don't need your explanations. I need to know what it is the majority wants to do with me."
"They would prefer to either put you back or take you prisoner." I know that.
"Anything else?" Does he intend to waste my time? Or is this just an excuse to be in my company...Primus I sound like KnockOut.
uhhg.
"If you were to remain here you would be subject to our rules and restrictions, as you've said you would prefer to not be a prisoner alterations would need to be made to the rules and restrictions." Really? I never would have guessed.
The Prime softly sighs, did he notice my thoughts? Perceptive bastard.
"I understand this is the most ideal scenario. I'm doing all I can to make the others understand that with what you've been doing recently your treatment is to be civil." The tiredness of his words has me wondering wether the Prime utilizes a second in command as he should.
My wings shift to a more confident posture " I won't deny benefits if you want to give me any~" I'd have more dramatic expression if my limbs weren't tied down.."That being said the largest problem in having me be a new part of the team would be earning trust and fallowing whatever sickly wholesome rules I'm sure you all fallow. I do hope you had this thought before deciding to forcefully adopt me into your ranks Prime."
As though my own body is trying to deter any belief in me the fragging snark in my tone returned with a vengeance, is this a fragging joke??
Prime's ever unreadable expression remains.
"Does this mean you agree to remain with us?" I can't miss the enthusiasm in his words.
Frag it all.
"I don't have much of choice Prime"
The other Autobots, if only by lack of power, agreed to allow me more freedom than that of a prisoner. Great.
aggravatingly this did not mean I would be freed from the medical table, I am still injured, altho the injury was minor in the first place the medic refuses to release me.
I make it clear I'm displeased every time the medic is close enough to smack with my wings.
The medic doesn't see the humor in my actions "Must You Throw A Tantrum Like This??" He groans.
Yes.
I have little else to do.
And you are to blame.
"If my injuries are minor, Why Am I Strapped To A Medical Table!?" My constant complaining on the topic clearly tries the medic's patience.
"Oh Puh-lease, you've been through worse I'm sure. Being stuck in one place for a day or two won't kill you. I've already told you why, I want to know why you received only minor injuries despite having had hour long contact with the Tox-en..barely ten minutes and most bots would have serious injuries...but not you." It sends a shiver up my spine, I can't help but feel discomfort at being seen as an unusual specimen.
If anyone is to blame, I blame ShockWave.
I don't want to know what he would do to me if he knew...let's change the subject.
"You are aware that doesn't require me to be strapped to a medical table! right?" Without warning the medic whips around charges towards me and undoes the restraints.
"FINE! YOU HAVE NO WHERE TO RUN ANYWAYS!" It's a small mercy the Medic wasn't facing me when he said that, too many have already seen me flinch.
he's not wrong.
I can't go anywhere.
I have..
No Where.
