Giggling happily, Techno pounced on Blaster, attempting to hug the life out of the communications officer who didn't seem to mind getting drenched while still wearing his clothes. Meanwhile, Skyquake had the foresight to remove most of the clothing from his holoform, leaving himself in just his boxers.
Techno, feeling the warmth, couldn't resist calling out to Skyquake and turning to happily pounce on the seeker. As she did so, she realized that she was still naked, and Skyquake's bright blush made it evident that he had noticed too. The shower area was now filled with laughter, playful antics, and an undeniable sense of peace.
Note: Last Chapter was cute, fluffy and filler that I kinda needed to do since my brain just is being stupid. This chapter I'll be doing Out of His Head episode 9, the return of Megatron. I am still brainstorming a lot of how I am going to be writing the rest of the Prime series and it's taking longer than I would like. I have been branching out and writing other stories for FNAF:Security breach and Halo: Red vs. Blue. So if you like this story go check out the others I did, they are also WIP and not as expansive as Anarchy just yet.
Welcome to chapter 14 of Anarchy
and so it continues…
A few hours later, it was decided that the twins, along with Bumblebee, would be the ones to take Techno back home at the end of the day. After everything she had been through, she really just wanted to be back in her own space.
The reason both twins were tagging along wasn't just Ratchet's request to keep an eye on her; it was also because they were secretly excited about spending time with their cute pink-haired elf girlfriend.
When the twins mentioned this plan, Techno couldn't help but huff in response. She quickly turned and defiantly climbed into Bumblebee's cab, clearly showing that she had her own ideas. Bumblebee, appearing as a holographic blond boy, responded by grinning and playfully flipping the twins the bird. Techno burst into laughter at his playful gesture. With that, they sped off into the tunnel, leaving the Autobot base behind and hitting the open road.
Sinking into the plush seat of the Autobot scout's cab, Techno shot a sideways glance at the blond holoform of Bumblebee, who was grinning like he had a secret. His smirk was practically a permanent fixture as he kept one eye on the side view mirrors and another on the rearview mirror. He was determined to stay ahead of the twins, who were getting increasingly frustrated, their engines growling in annoyance as they tried to match the scout's breathtaking speed.
Techno found herself completely absorbed in the spectacle as Bee left the twins eating his dust, tearing down the wide-open road like a speed demon. It wasn't until the city skyline loomed in the distance that he gradually eased off the accelerator, slowing down to play by the rules. What really piqued Techno's curiosity was how effortlessly Bumblebee, with his Camaro altform, outpaced the twins with their Lamborghini altmodes.
As they arrived at her house, Techno attempted to exit Bumblebee's altmode, only to find the door locked. She turned her attention to Bee, who was gently cradling his head with a pained expression. Concerned, she asked softly, "Bee? Are you okay?" She couldn't help but wonder if this was one of the side effects of the cortical psychic patch, a topic Ratchet had explained to her before leaving and for her to look out for some of the side effects. Connecting to someone else's processor had the potential for various and some really bad side effects.
Bumblebee looked up at Techno, his face a mix of confusion and, for a brief moment, as though he didn't recognize her at all. Then, the strange look vanished, replaced by another wince of pain from the scout. "BeeBee... maybe you shouldn't have come if you're hurting this much," Techno suggested gently, her hand resting reassuringly on his shoulder. She tried to comfort him further, saying, "The Twins would have been enough, and we could have spent time together another day." However, before she could continue, he blinked out of existence, leaving her with a sense of unease and uncertainty.
Techno was on the verge of voicing her concerns when Bumblebee abruptly reconstituted his holoform, sporting a somewhat embarrassed smile. He silently reassured her that he was alright with a quick mouthed message. "If you say so, Bee...but please, take it easy," she urged, her tone tinged with uncertainty.
In response, Bumblebee nodded enthusiastically, his enthusiasm unmistakable. He courteously opened the door for her, allowing her to step out before disembarking himself. But before she could utter another word, Sideswipe's playful holoform swooped in, spiritedly pulling her out of the car. With a triumphant laugh, he dashed into her house, leaving Sunstreaker and Bumblebee behind to exchange knowing shakes of their heads and sighs at the spirited antics of the fiery-haired red headed twin.
Stepping through the doorway, Sunstreaker and Bumblebee were greeted by an unexpected scene. Sideswipe found himself pinned to the floor by Techno, her right foot resting firmly on his neck while one of her hands had his arm twisted uncomfortably behind his back. A playful smirk danced on her lips as she taunted him, applying just enough pressure on his neck to make her point.
"Now, what do we say, Sides?" Techno teased, her voice carrying an air of authority as she tightened her grip. Sideswipe, slightly choked by the hold, managed to gasp out, "Uncle."
Bumblebee, still processing the situation, stared ahead with a blank expression before turning to Sunstreaker. The golden Autobot, seemingly unfazed by the commotion, offered an explanation in his typically stoic manner. "Sides slapped Techno's aft... and she didn't appreciate it, considering he did it hard enough to sting his own hand," he stated matter-of-factly. Sunstreaker had long grown accustomed to his twin's antics and knew how to handle them, maintaining a level of composure that kept his own intrusive thoughts in check. In contrast, Sideswipe often lets those whimsical thoughts run wild.
"Good boy," Techno remarked, a hint of amusement in her tone, before releasing Sideswipe from his pin and striding toward the kitchen. She had no intention of lingering in the hallway any longer. "I'm going to fix myself some food. Entertain yourselves, but don't break anything, or I'll tell Prowl," she warned, her eyes fixed on the trio, challenging them with a daring glare. While she was in a relatively calmer state, she had no patience for witty comebacks or teasing. The recent events had left her slightly on edge, even though the earlier duet with Blaster had done wonders to alleviate her mood.
All three mechs raised their hands in a silent gesture of surrender, assuring Techno that they wouldn't disrupt her or cause any havoc while she prepared her meal. Sunstreaker, being the first to depart, headed down the hallway, exchanging a meaningful look with Sideswipe, one filled with mischievous promises of future mayhem, before vanishing from view. His destination was none other than Techno's art studio.
Sideswipe, catching on to his brother's intentions, flashed a knowing grin before dismissing his holoform, leaving Bumblebee to wonder about their mysterious plans.
Meanwhile, Bumblebee remained engrossed in watching Techno as she deftly navigated the process of preparing human food. His curiosity about how humans concocted various dishes and recipes was evident as he browsed the internet for more insights. He shrugged off a fleeting headache, thinking nothing of it, only to be jolted by a sudden realization. Two hours had mysteriously passed.
Feeling disoriented, Bee sat up abruptly from his spot on the couch, his sensors scanning the surroundings in confusion. He could vividly recall being in the kitchen just a moment ago, but when had he sat down? When had he even lain down? The unexplained lapse in time sent a chill of unease through the scout.
A sinister echo of a chuckle seemed to whisper in the depths of Bumblebee's mind, sending shivers down his circuits. He looked around in a state of bewilderment, unable to grasp the unsettling reality that something was amiss.
A growing sense of unease gnawed at Bee. He could feel it in the pit of his processor, a nagging suspicion that something wasn't right. But try as he might, he couldn't piece together the puzzle, and the uncertainty sent a cold shiver through his mechanical frame.
As his sensors scanned his surroundings, he noted that the sun was in the process of sinking below the horizon, casting a dusky hue over the surroundings. Yet, the one person he had expected to be nearby, Techno, was conspicuously absent.
Turning his attention to the kitchen, Bee's optics narrowed as he spotted the Twins, their silent conversations filled with hand gestures and words were exchanged over their twin bond. Their matching smirks were enough to raise the tension another notch.
In a sudden and eerie turn of events, both twins swiveled their gazes toward Bumblebee simultaneously, their grins mirroring each other precisely. A chill raced through Bee's circuits as their movements mirrored a scene straight out of a horror movie. Without warning, they lunged toward him, and Bumblebee's systems surged with adrenaline as he scrambled away, a silent scream caught in his vocal processor. He couldn't fathom what the Twins had in store, but he was determined to evade whatever mischief they were concocting.
Technoblade let out a contented sigh as she wrapped up her nighttime routine in the bathroom. She diligently cleansed her face with a gentle cleanser and applied an unfamiliar cream for moisturizing, the name of which seemed to perpetually slip her memory. The process left her feeling more at ease, the soothing routine a stark contrast to the chaos of her previous life.
Her attention turned to her hair, a long cascade of powder pink that reached an irritatingly impractical length, a constant source of annoyance. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to cut it. It held a deep sentimental value, serving as a reminder of her home and her parents. She recalled the necessity of cutting it near the end, as it kept getting in the way and he—she didn't want to remember his name—kept using it as a means to exert control over her.
Exiting the bathroom, Techno was greeted by an utterly shocking sight. Bumblebee lay on her bed, meticulously bound in intricate knotted ropes, his naked form presented almost like a peculiar gift. His face was a bright shade of crimson as he valiantly struggled against his restraints, attempting to break free. The ropework was masterful, and it seemed that even his attempts to dismiss his holoform had failed, leaving him in this compromising and perplexing predicament.
A mischievous smirk danced on Techno's lips as she surveyed the scene before her. She couldn't help but let out a giggle at the sight of the vulnerable Bumblebee, artfully ensnared in a web of intricate knots. The scout's bright, crimson face was a stark contrast to his usual chill yet playful demeanor.
With an air of curiosity, she quirked an eyebrow and spoke, "Let me guess... the Twins?" It was an educated guess given their penchant for pranks and mischief. Bumblebee nodded vigorously, though Techno couldn't help but worry about the strain on his neck. This only fueled her amusement.
"I'm surprised the Twins didn't take this opportunity to have me all to themselves. What's their angle here, Bee?" she inquired, her steps carrying her closer to the bed. She wondered if the scout had been complicit in this bizarre scenario, considering the Twins' antics.
With Bumblebee unable to respond verbally, Techno turned her attention to his body language, seeking some hint of understanding in his expressions. It was a tricky method since it was impossible to discern lies through nonverbal cues. As Bee responded with a puzzled shrug, Techno couldn't resist the urge to test his reaction further. She reached out and tugged on one of the ropes, strategically placed in a very sensitive area for Bee, eliciting a silent gasp of shock from the scout.
"Shame, I do like Shibari, but really only when it's done on me," she mused, her tone tinged with amusement despite the odd situation. "Now, hold still so I can try and untie this... I'm not a rope master by any means, but I can give it a shot." With a sigh, she climbed onto her bed, determined to free Bumblebee from his perplexing predicament, all while keeping an eye on the scout's reactions, shibari was meant to be highly pleasurable when tying and untying the knots so she wanted to see his honest reactions.
With meticulous care, Techno embarked on the delicate task of unraveling the Shibari knots that held Bumblebee in their intricate grip. She proceeded at a snail's pace, searching for the elusive end pieces of the ropes and gently tugging at various knots. Her fingers moved with precision, and she couldn't help but notice Bee's reactions.
Each time a rope grazed or tugged against certain sensitive areas of his body, Bumblebee flinched, his cheeks blazing a fiery red. He made a valiant effort to conceal any outward expression, but his embarrassment was palpable. Yet, beneath that embarrassment, Techno detected another layer of emotion – arousal. It was a complex mix of emotions that the scout was grappling with, a fact that intrigued her even as she focused on her task.
Suddenly, a wave of annoyance surged through the mysterious bond that had formed between her and an unknown. At the same time Bee grimaced in pain, his eyes narrowing as he clenched his eyes shut. "I'm sorry, Bee," Techno murmured, her voice laced with regret. She tugged at one of the knots near his neck, only to receive a hiss that sounded more aggressive than pained, it confused her making her look down at Bee.
A shock jolted through Techno as Bumblebee suddenly locked eyes with her. What she saw froze her to the core: Bee's normally vibrant baby blue eyes had transformed into a haunting crimson hue, each iris encircled by a foreboding dark purple ring. Before she could react or question the eerie change in his eyes, the ropes restraining Bumblebee snapped, and he surged forward.
In a whirlwind of unexpected intensity, Bumblebee captured Techno's lips in a heated kiss, his tongue diving into her mouth with a fervor that left no room for resistance. His arms wrapped around her, effectively immobilizing her and keeping her arms pinned to her sides.
Techno's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she yielded to the passionate onslaught. She was utterly bewildered by this sudden and aggressive behavior, especially from Bumblebee, who had always been gentle and caring. As she felt him shift to sit more comfortably on the bed, her confusion deepened.
The hands that returned to caress her cheeks were different—larger, more calloused, and imbued with an undeniable air of command. It was a stark departure from the familiar touch of Bumblebee, and it left Techno grappling with a myriad of unanswered questions and unsettling sensations.
Techno's eyes snapped open, and she couldn't help but whimper at the harrowing sight before her. Blood-red eyes, devoid of the warmth and familiarity she associated with Bumblebee, bore into her soul with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. This was not Bumblebee, not anymore.
Panicking, Techno hastily pulled away from the intense kiss, scrambling backward until her back collided with the headboard of her bed. The man who now sat before her was a stark contrast to the Autobot scout she had known. His rugged, scarred masculine frame easily towered over her even as he remained seated.
His tan skin appeared pallid, as if he had spent years hidden from the sun, and it bore the marks of countless battles in the form of scars that covered a majority of his body and parts of his face. One particularly prominent scar, which seemed freshly healed, marred the center of his chest. Cascading down to his shoulders, his long silver hair was an intriguing contrast to his dark presence, its ends curling softly.
A chilling grin parted his lips, revealing rows of sharp, shark-like teeth. It sent a wave of fear coursing through Techno as she stared at this enigmatic figure. Yet, as she felt a gentle prodding over the bond, the source of which was unmistakably this unknown man, when realization washed over her. This was the mysterious mech she had a bond with, the one she had forged a connection with unknowingly. During her panicked state she had gripped all of her bonds tightly in a vice grip and began sending wave after wave of shock, confusion, fear and arousal.
Techno was utterly at a loss for how to respond to the man's prodding over the bond, her gaze locked onto the enigmatic man who sat before her in his unabashed nakedness. However, her moment of stupefaction abruptly shattered when the gentle prodding morphed into a harsh, painful tug. She winced, her hand instinctively flying to her chest as an abrupt, jolting pain surged through her, the sensation akin to having her hair yanked by a merciless boy on a playground.
A deep, ominous chuckle emanated from the man, and it drew her gaze back to his face. His grin widened slightly, and he licked his lips with an unsettling hunger in his eyes. The intensity of his stare sent shivers cascading down her spine. None of the Autobots had ever made her feel this vulnerable, weak, and small, not even the Decepticons she had encountered. This man exuded an aura of power and darkness that was entirely unique, leaving Techno grappling with a sensation she had never experienced before—an unsettling blend of fear and fascination that stirred something deep within her.
In a silent and deliberate manner, the enigmatic man extended a hand toward Techno, offering it to her. Her gaze flickered to the outstretched hand, and what she saw sent a shiver down her spine. His palm bore visible callouses, etched in a pattern that spoke of a lifetime spent gripping something, as if he had clung to a sword or weapon for as long as he could remember. Scars adorned his hands as well—on his palm, fingers, and knuckles—a telltale sign of a seasoned brawler, a fighter. Techno hesitated, keeping her own hands carefully away from his.
However, the man's patience wore thin. With a swift, sudden movement, he reached out and closed the distance between them with ease. His rough hand seized her wrist, and a powerful tug brought Techno in close—exceedingly close. She was yanked onto his lap, her body pressed tightly against his chest, and she felt incredibly small in his powerful embrace. The man surpassed even Optimus in height, and the sensation of her body being held so closely to his made her acutely aware of the taut muscles that seemed to shift and flex with every move. The heat radiating from his body sent shivers coursing down her spine, her unease growing as she found herself ensnared in his commanding presence.
Desperate to create some distance between herself and this enigmatic stranger, Techno placed her trembling hands on his chest, attempting to push herself away from his overpowering presence. His skin was scorching to the touch, and the muscles beneath her fingertips felt as if they could easily leave bruises if she dared to strike him.
The man responded with a deep, amused chuckle, his rich voice resonating with amusement and mirth. The sound reverberated through his chest and transmitted through her fingers, sending a chill down her arms. Startled, she hastily withdrew her hands, adopting a defensive posture as she looked up at him.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breaths came quick and shallow as she tried to comprehend the surreal situation. But before she could process the whirlwind of emotions, the man's face was mere inches from hers. His intense, burning eyes briefly roamed her face, and then, with a startling and overwhelming force, he captured her lips in a bruisingly passionate kiss.
Techno's senses were ablaze as she felt the fiery touch of his hands slither under her shirt, his fingers caressing her skin with a gentleness that seemed at odds with the raw intensity of his kiss. His lips grew hungrier, more aggressive, as if he were savoring the softness of her skin like a delicate flower petal.
A cacophony of emotions raged within Techno—fear, surprise, arousal, frustration, and confusion—all tangled together into a bewildering mess—all transmitting over the bonds she had with the others. The sudden and overpowering foreign arousal was pushed through the bond both enticing and terrifying her, and it pushed her to the limit.
Unable to make sense of it all, she yielded to her instincts, and she bit him.
However, the mech's response was far from what she expected. He groaned against her lips, his reaction sending a thrill down her spine, but before she could fully comprehend what had just happened, he retaliated by biting her in return. Techno yelped in pain, her lips stinging where he had bitten her, and she tasted a trickle of blood. Yet, despite the unexpected pain, it did not deter him. He licked her bottom lip, savoring the blood droplets he had drawn from her in a disturbing display of hunger and desire.
The enigmatic mech only withdrew once he seemed satisfied, leaving Techno breathless and disoriented. She now leaned against his scarred chest, her body a panting mess, but she had no other choice. She preferred this over lying on her back in a position of vulnerability. Leaning against him felt like the lesser of two evils.
Another dark, reverberating chuckle emanated from the mech, followed by a single, commanding word— "Yield." His demand, spoken in a raspy, deep tone, left her with no room for arguments. It was as if he treated this encounter as a battle, and his dominance over her was unquestionable. The sheer intensity of the situation left her with a sinking feeling of submission and an unsettling realization that she was in uncharted territory with this mech who seemed to have a power and darkness all his own.
Techno found herself in a perilous predicament, unable to voice her thoughts or objections. Her silence, however, proved to be the wrong choice, as both her wrists were seized, and she was forcibly pushed onto her back. Her arms were pinned above her head, rendering her utterly powerless as the mysterious man loomed over her with a dark, penetrating glare.
Once again, he issued his command, this time with greater force, "Yield" His voice carried a potent blend of authority, the volume raised but the tone lowered, and it sent a shiver down her spine. The word seemed to echo its compelling directive through the bond that bound them, resonating in her mind.
Yet, Techno, in a moment of defiance, dared to open her mouth and utter a single, soft word— "No." Her voice was almost a whisper, but the effect was immediate. Anger seeped into the depths of the man's eyes, and the atmosphere crackled with tension as she inadvertently challenged his authority.
A tense silence hung in the air for a fleeting moment, broken only by the man's low growl of acceptance, "So be it..." He shifted his position, releasing one of her wrists from his firm grasp so that only one of his large hands held both of them above her head. His other hand ventured to her cheek, where his touch was surprisingly gentle, caressing her skin before his thumb traced over the scar that marred her chin and cheek.
There was an undeniable anger in his eyes, an anger that coursed through the bond, though it was not directed at her. It seemed as if he were incensed that someone had dared to lay a hand on, to hurt, what was rightfully his.
His hand traveled down her delicate cheek to her slender neck, and he wrapped his fingers around it, applying just enough pressure for her to feel a tightening sensation."So delicate, so breakable, Yield and I will be your champion" he murmured, his words punctuated by harsh tugs at the bond and a firm squeeze of his hand that made it a bit harder to breathe.
Techno, determined and defiant, finally spoke, "I... don't... know you." Her words were strained, and she did her best to maintain eye contact with him, refusing to look down at the very large appendage that was now dribbling a hot liquid onto her exposed stomach.
A sinister grin crept across the man's face as he released his grip on her neck, and he leaned down to gently kiss the scar that adorned her cheek. "I am Megatron," he declared, his voice a low, menacing rumble, "leader of the Decepticons, Gladiator of Kaon, and your bonded... Technoblade." The words, searing with intensity, were whispered hotly into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
In the wake of his words, he pressed forward, planting a kiss on her neck. Panic surged through Techno as she realized the precariousness of her situation. Megatron, the very name sent a chill down her spine. He had positioned himself dangerously close to her major artery, a stark reminder of how easily he could end her life.
Techno's voice was barely more than a whisper as she managed to breathe out her question, "How..." She felt his sharp teeth graze her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Megatron pulled away slightly, his crimson gaze locked onto her, silently inquiring about the unfinished question that lingered in the air.
"How are you... alive?" Techno continued, her words coming out in fragmented sentences. "I was told that... you were at ground zero when... the s-space bridge exploded."
A smile tugged at the corners of Megatron's lips as he regarded her with his intense red eyes. "An excellent question, my spark," he purred, his voice a seductive rumble. "But I will not bore you with needless prattle. Yield yourself to me, so that I may satisfy your growing desire for me, and my own desire for you."
He leaned in, gently kissing the corner of her mouth, a surprising tenderness in his actions that left Techno momentarily taken aback. Megatron, the formidable leader of the Decepticons, had displayed a side of gentleness she hadn't expected. Abruptly, Megatron released her wrists and groaned, his large hands clutching at his head as if he were in pain. Techno's worry for him surged, and she slowly sat up, ignoring the appendage that still protruded between them.
Reaching out with gentle concern, she took his hands and moved them away from his face, allowing her to look into his eyes. "You... okay?" she inquired in a hushed tone, her concern evident.
A grimaced smirk curled at the corners of Megatron's lips as he replied, "Care about me already, my spark?" He continued to rub his temples as if battling some inner turmoil.
"Believe it or not," Techno responded earnestly, "I do. I care about every Cybertronian I come across, apparently even tyrants." She signed, she pondered the depth of her emotions, wondering why she felt such a connection to the monster before her, then again she wasn't the angel most of the autobots saw her as even with the evidence from her past. Killing a man who she called friend by making him into roadkill, killing those MECH soldiers and having no mercy when it came to the drone she killed in front of them and yet…she was their angel.
A realization suddenly struck her. "How are you even here, the last I heard of you, Bumblebee... Bee, you took over Bee." Techno had unraveled the mystery—Megatron resided within Bee's consciousness, the result of the cortical psychic patch. "Yes, the psychic patch," Megatron confirmed, his deep voice carrying a hint of admiration. "It is a two-way street. You are as intelligent as you are radiant, my spark." He emitted a soft chuckle before pulling Techno close once more, pressing her smaller frame against his own in an embrace that was both protective and possessive.
Megatron's rough hands glided easily under her shirt, caressing her back and sending shivers down Techno's spine. His skin radiated an unnatural, inhuman heat, prompting her to speculate whether he was placing significant strain on Bumblebee's holoform projector or if Megatron's original body naturally ran at such a scorching temperature.
Before Techno could voice her thoughts, the colossal figure firmly seized the ends of her shirt and swiftly pulled it over her head, exposing her simple black push-up bra. She couldn't help but emit a surprised squeak and instinctively lashed out with a fist, only to find it effortlessly caught by Megatron.
"I want to look at you... all of you... before the scout pushes his way back into control," Megatron declared, his deep voice resonating with a mix of desire and possessiveness as he traced a single finger over the scar that adorned her collarbone. The intense hunger emanating from his gaze was unsettling, reminding her of her god, although Megatron could never match the presence of the anarchy god. It was close, though.
"Your scars... are the ones who gave them to you dead?" he inquired, his finger tracing yet another scar, this one along her ribcage. Techno flinched and giggled as he happened upon one of her ticklish spots, earning a grin from Megatron as he looked down at her.
"You don't even want to know the how... just that the cause of them is gone? You...uhm… yes, they are dead," Techno murmured. Megatron continued to trace her scars with an unexpected gentleness that left her head spinning.
"Oh, I will be asking for names, but that is for later. Right now, I am savoring what is mine," he declared, prompting Techno to scoff at him. Suddenly, she took action, attacking the bond thread that connected the two of them. As before, the bond felt far more substantial than she had anticipated. Compared to the threads, ribbons, and ropes of her bonds with others, her connection to Megatron was like a taut metal guitar string.
Her aggressive move to disrupt the bond sent Megatron into a gripping head pain that made him clutch his skull with both hands. In her attempt to escape, Techno tried to dart away, but Megatron's speed defied his massive stature. He captured her arm and reeled her back in, pressing her tightly against his chest once more. It left Techno pondering if, beneath the exterior of a tyrant, he was secretly a cuddler who relished the sensation of another body pressed against his.
Lowering his face closer to hers, Megatron was on the brink of speaking when the door practically exploded inward. An older man in a lab coat stormed into the room and hurled a large femur saw at Megatron.
Following the medic's entrance, a man dressed in a gray trench coat appeared, wielding two swords with lethal intent. He charged at Megatron, but the tyrant's agility allowed him to easily evade the attack. In the midst of the chaos, Techno was suddenly snatched from her spot on the bed and held tightly against the chest of the human holoform, who she recognized as Knockout, now clad in a lab coat over a red shirt.
Turning her head, Techno observed the man with the two swords charging at Megatron once more. However, before he could strike, the man grinned and dismissed his holoform in a burst of angry static.
Techno's attention then shifted to the older man who had entered with the swordsman. He had tan skin, a shorter stature, and a robust upper body. Stress lines marked his face, but they did nothing to diminish his rugged handsomeness. Behind square-framed glasses, his bright ocean eyes held a deep sense of worry.
"Ratchet?" Techno guessed, whispering softly as she recognized the familiar worry of the Autobot medic. With a sense of relief, Ratchet rushed forward, dropping to his knees and tenderly cradling her head in his hands. His thumb traced gently over her cheek, wiping away the tears she hadn't even realized she was shedding.
Ratchet wrapped his arms around her, pulling her from Knockout's lap into his own, all the while whispering comforting words in Cybertronian. He held her close, as if afraid she might vanish into thin air. Techno couldn't fathom how frightening her situation must have looked from an outsider's perspective, especially considering the unknown mech they were battling in her very room. The way that mech was holding her and the intensity of the panic that rolled over the bonds that she gripped so harshly.
The swordsman returned, his blades now safely sheathed and secured on his back. "Doc, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe insist it was Bumblebee who attacked them. They claim they left Bee's bound holoform on Techno's bed…before being attacked by his bipedal form which, as you know, shouldn't be possible. The kid doesn't have two processors," he reported. The voice belonged to Wheeljack, and his words carried a mix of confusion and concern.
Techno's gaze shifted up to the human-like form of Wheeljack's holoform. He sported dark grey-black hair styled into what could only be described as a pompadour hairstyle. Scars adorned his lips, reminiscent of the battle-scarred appearance of his normal bipedal form. Though slightly shorter than Ratchet, Wheeljack's physique exceeded her expectations, as he didn't wear a shirt beneath his trench coat, revealing several scars, including a prominent burn mark.
Just as Ratchet was about to speak, Techno couldn't contain herself and blurted out, "It's Megatron!" Her words jolted everyone in the room into shock. "Techno, that shouldn't be possible, not—" Ratchet began, only to be interrupted by Knockout, who urgently chimed in, "The scout used the cortical psychic patch on Lord Megatron. It's two-way, Autobot! You need to find the scout's body. With Megatron in control, he's going to resurrect his body. I need to inform Soundwave, Breakdown, and Barricade." Knockout's voice trembled with fear, both for Techno's safety and his own.
He turned abruptly to Ratchet and growled, "Keep my Sparkmate safe, Autobot!" With that, Knockout dismissed his holoform, leaving an air of urgency in the room.
Before Techno could fully comprehend the situation, she found herself whisked away to the Autobot base. They took her as she was, without time to change. She was placed in the back of Ratchet's ambulance altmode, and the medic sped off. She was dressed in a long, loose shirt and shorts, barefoot, with her unbraided hair hanging limply down her back.
Ratchet hurriedly carried her out of the cab and transformed, cradling her in his arms as he practically sprinted through the corridors of the base. It was evident that he had a specific destination in mind as he rounded corners and opened a door she didn't recognize.
Feeling disoriented, Techno looked up at Ratchet and asked, "Ratchet?" Her gaze then shifted to the mech in the room. He lay face-first on his berth, and with a slow, lazy movement, he turned his head, revealing a single dark blue optic that flickered to life. "Ironhide, I need you to look after Techno. I know this is your recharge cycle, but I'm certain you sensed her earlier panic, even if not as intensely as Optimus, Cliff, and Wheeljack did. Something has happened, and Techno needs to be secure for... a while," Ratchet explained, his voice laced with urgency.
Ironhide let out a groan as he sat up, perching on the edge of his berth. "Righ' gonna explain wha' happened?" he asked, his voice tinged with drowsiness as he stifled a yawn. He extended his servo for Techno to step onto, and she moved from Ratchet's hand into Ironhide's awaiting palm. As her bare feet touched the warm metal, Ironhide couldn't help but feel the unusual sensation of warm skin underfoot, only to realize that she had no shoes on.
"Megatron is in possession of Bumblebee's body. From the limited information I have, it appears that whenever Bumblebee focuses on something, like his holoform, Megatron can control his body, and vice versa…" Ratchet explained, hesitating briefly as he looked down at Techno. But before he could continue, Techno cut him off with a burst of frustration.
"I didn't know it was him… not until he told me. I just knew he was a mech. For all I knew, he could have been Blackout... but he was... gentle, soft... UGH, I am so confused!" Techno yelled, her hands clutching her head as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. The two mechs gave each other a look, they never heard of Megatron ever being gentle he had respect and a certain honor when it came to Femmes but he was never seen being particularly kind or gentle with anyone.
Ratchet pondered the situation before posing a question, his tone measured, "Techno, is it possible that you... formed a bond with Megatron through Bumblebee?"
Techno shook her head vigorously, dispelling the notion. "Not through Bee... when I was trans-warping around the Nemesis... I found Megatron's body. I landed on his chest, actually. I think the connection formed then because the bond... feels older than just a day." She sighed and settled herself on Ironhide's palm, her thoughts swirling with confusion and frustration. She couldn't help but feel that this had something to do with Primus and Unicron – those enigmatic beings who had thrust her into this world. Her own god bore some responsibility as well.
Techno's desire to vent her frustration physically was growing, especially with the perplexing revelation that Megatron was nothing like the tyrant she had expected. He had been overly affectionate, and she found herself oddly comfortable with it. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was profoundly wrong with her.
Reflecting on her past interactions with the Deities, Techno couldn't remember all the details of what had been offered to her, but one memory stood out. She distinctly remembered something about having the only follower of Unicron tied with a bow and presented to her. Groaning, she rubbed her temples as a wave of pain washed over her head, struggling to remember the rest of the puzzle pieces that had been handed to her.
Something about Megatron didn't add up either. Techno could vividly recall the moment she had landed on his prone form in the Nemesis medical bay. Cybertronians usually felt cool to the touch but not cold, just like every other bot she had come into contact with. However, when Megatron had been in her room, he had been running a high fever, which meant his body was either fighting off an infection or going through some kind of withdrawal.
"Ratchet... Megatron was... practically on fire when he was in my room. His skin burned. What are the reasons for a Cybertronian to run hot?" Techno inquired, her curiosity mingled with concern.
The medic responded, somewhat perplexed, "There are many reasons. The body raises its temperature to combat various issues. Humans do it too."
Techno continued, her thoughts racing despite the pain in her head. "What about tainted energon? Dark energon has the properties of bringing those back from the dead... it kept him alive at the blast site. His... eyes were red... but there was a purple ring in them." She mumbled trying to keep thinking but her head hurt.
Ratchet cut her off, his expression worried. "Techno, Megatron was likely delusional when he confronted you in your room. We may never fully understand what's happening in his processor. Right now, you're clearly in pain and need rest. Ironhide, please make sure she gets at least some sleep."
Ironhide responded with a mock salute before rising and making his way to the desk he had set up in his room. Satisfied with the arrangement, Ratchet left Ironhide's quarters and headed to the atrium, where Prowl, Jazz, Blaster, and the Twins were struggling to contain an irate and bewildered Bumblebee.
"I need to put you in an induced power-down. It should help your mind rest, reset, and recover," Ratchet explained as he approached the agitated scout. After some adjustments, Bumblebee was peacefully asleep on the medical berth.
Meanwhile, back in Ironhide's room, Techno lay on the soft and plush bed that Ironhide had thoughtfully arranged. It was noticeably more comfortable than the others she had been on, likely a testament to Ironhide's desire to pamper her a bit. She couldn't help but whimper as another wave of pain surged through her head.
Ironhide, unsure of how to alleviate her suffering, instinctively took action. He swiftly severed one of the smaller energon cables on his wrist and practically thrust it into her mouth, hoping it might provide some relief.
Techno was taken aback by how readily Ironhide had cut himself, but the pain did gradually subside into a dull ache, allowing her to release the energon cable. "Better?" he inquired softly, his concern evident. He couldn't help but detect a faint scent of blood, prompting him to focus on her face, where he noticed a few cuts that, while not bleeding, were still fairly fresh.
Techno nodded in response, she ran her tongue over her lips, a reflex that made her wince as it stirred the stinging sensation from the cuts left by Megatron's bite on her bottom lip.
Ironhide, relieved that he could offer her some comfort, proceeded to settle in his berth. He activated his human holoform at the desk and then joined Techno in bed, arranging himself so that she could snuggle against him as she had done several times before. Techno moved closer to him, seeking solace in his presence, and buried her face in his chest. She nuzzled close to the gruff weapons specialist, finding a sense of security in his embrace.
Ironhide smiled warmly, turning toward her and enveloping her in his strong arms. While he may not be Optimus, he was just as cuddly as the Autobot leader, and in that moment, he offered Techno the comfort and reassurance she desperately needed.
~The Snowy planes~
Two very sparkly blue almost transparent shovels came down upon the helm of Primus and Unicron both being held by very similar looking boys. The boy in a brown trench coat and wearing a beanie grabbed the front of Unicron's chest plates and began violently shaking the shrunken titan. "I know what you fucking did you bitch! Give the girl her fucking shit back!" The boy yelled into the face of Unicron.
The boy in a yellow sweater crying tears of –Blue– had Primus on the ground with both arms held twisted behind the deities' back and a booted foot pressed in between the mech's shoulder blades. "You…as a Deity cannot take back what has been promised, It causes an imbalance and suffering."
"That's enough Wilbur, Ghostbur. None of her promised things were taken, a few just merged and it's having something like an allergic reaction. Primus gave Blade the ability to create cybertronian life and Dream gave her minor control over the Creation equation…they are merging, into what, I don't know now let the platinum and obsidian fools go" Technoblade grumbled sitting at a desk, there were books floating around him and projecting something akin to transparent screens into the air.
"Now you lot need to get out of my office…there's something going on with the world Blade is in, every time I try and look ahead even just by a day my screens blur out and turn red…something or someone doesn't want any of us looking into the future and I wanna know why." Techno growled, making all four of the others scramble out of the room making him sigh.
"Techno…" A voice from the shadows of the room spoke, making Techno sigh and turn to face Dream and Philza. "Red was always…his favorite color and he is known for causing a lot of people heartache. Think it's him?" Dream asked, walking over to the desk and opening a book where it projected the image of a crazed looking man in a suit with curled goat horns on his head.
"Can't be him, the dude isn't even a god he can't go prancing around in the living worlds. You, Philza and ExDee are a weird type of transcended spirit demi-deity things. Tommy is a damn spirit walker and both Wilbur and Ghostbur are trapped in a perpetual limbo not alive, not dead and not spirits. So don't tell me that the spirit of Schlatt is fucking around with my follower" Techno got up from his desk and walked up to Dream and poked him in the chest with a clawed finger.
"Techno…Schlatt went missing months ago" Philza mumbled tugging at his unkempt blond hair. "Schlatt, Quackity, Sapnap, Tubbo and Ranboo are all missing, there might be others but we haven't looked at all the other realms yet."
"This…this feels familiar. It feels like a plot being schemed and we need to prepare" Techno gave the biggest grin and turned back to his desk and shoved all the books onto the floor.
"We need to prepare for whatever they throw at us!"
Not my longest work sure but I had fun writing it, a lot of foreshadowing and a lot of not subtle things being shoved here dunno if anyone can actually see the foreshadowing but its there just subtle.