(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Filly, Angel and any other OC's I've added here and there.)
(Author's note: Hello dear readers and fellow fangirls (fanboys), I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Thank you for the continued support and if you enjoy reading about Filly's little adventures/misadventures, then you may enjoy the little holiday special I wrote during December of 2020 titled: A Very Filly Christmas. It'd be under the poetry section if you hadn't seen it. I bring this up because soon it'll be Christmas in July and it might brighten up your spirits. Anyways, again, thanks for the support and reviews. Also, you may have noticed that I'm bringing Soundwave into the story. Yay! I mean, sure, he's a Decepticon, but come on, who doesn't like Soundwave?)
(Warning: this chapter is a little graphic, so if your triggered by such things, then don't read it. But if you do, be warned that our sweet, little Filly is gonna be in a world of pain (I'm sorry little one), but don't worry, she'll pull through cause she's a tough little femme. Anyways, until next time, stay safe and stay awesome!)
"English"
::Comm. link::
{Cybertronian}
[HUD notifications/scans]
::Bond conversations::
:Speaker speech:
"Intercom/Soundwave's speech"
Memories/flashbacks/stasis
{:Ghost/apparition speech:}
Chapter 20
[System Status Complete]
[Condition: Stable. No permanent system damage detected.]
Filly's HUD notified her as she slowly felt herself regaining consciousness. Although she couldn't move and had yet to open her optics, she could hear voices nearby:
"I don't understand why we bothered bringing her here, Lord Megatron. Shouldn't we just kill her and be done with it already?"
"No Starscream, we won't kill her. I intend to use her as bait for the Autobots. With the youngling in our possession, perhaps we might be able to persuade Optimus Prime into surrendering."
"And what if he doesn't?"
"Oh, I'm fairly certain that he will. He's too honorable and soft-sparked to sacrifice a youngling."
"And what are we supposed to do with her in the meantime?"
"She is to remain here until I say otherwise and you shall look after her until Soundwave reports in to relieve you."
"WHAT?! I'm not a sparkling sitter! Get one of the Constructicons to watch over her!"
"I've assigned you to look after her for the time being and that is final! Do I make myself clear Starscream?!"
*Grr* "...Yes, Lord Megatron."
There was the sound of heavy pedsteps leaving the vicinity before Filly slowly opened her optics to see those of an unfamiliar bot staring down at her with a scowl plastered across his face. "So Autobot, you're finally awake."
The tiny youngling flared out her winglets and narrowed her optics, "The name's Filly to you, Decepticreep!" She emitted a growl and attempted to sit upright, only to be slightly hindered by a pair of servocuffs. Before she could say or do anything else, she was suddenly picked up by her ankle and dangled in front of her assailant:
"Insolent youngling! I should just kill you now and save Megatron the hassle of doing it later."
While she was scared, Filly refused to let it show. Instead, she decided to call his bluff. "If you do then your master won't have any leverage against the Autobots, and I'm sure he'd be very upset that you eliminated his only bargaining chip."
A dark smirk lined his face as his red optics glowed with malice, "I might not be able to kill you, but Megatron said nothing about dismantling you."
Before she could react, Filly felt his servo reach behind her and grab a hold of one of her winglets before a surging pain shot through her frame as it was suddenly ripped off.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Though her screams were enough to alert practically every Decepticon on base, Starscream ignored her audio-piercing cries as he continued to torture the tiny femmling and rip off her other winglet.
"BABAAAA, PAPAAAAA!"
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-Back at the Ark-
Jazz and Prowl were up in the bridge with Optimus and several of their Autobot comrades when they suddenly felt an excruciating jolt of pain surge through their back struts and sparks while Filly's cry could be heard through their family bond. These combined variants caused Jazz to scream in agony while Prowl's frame trembled as he braced himself over a chair:
"...Filly...s-she's being tortured," the Praxion stated in a grievous tone before he and his sparkmate were suddenly rushed to the Med Bay. The levels of stress they were currently under would have been enough to make them malfunction, but the fact that they were feeling everything their daughter felt was enough to break them.
Jazz was in a full panic because his creator instincts were demanding that he find his sparkling and help her. Of course, Prowl felt this way as well because he was becoming increasingly agitated and looked as though he was ready to kill at the drop of a bolt.
As much as he hated the idea, Ratchet had no choice but to sedate the two mechs. They were far too unstable at the moment and any further stress to their sparks could be potentially fatal. No. He would not allow them to offline. He nearly lost Smokescreen and Bluestreak from their ambush encounter with the Decepticons: he wasn't about to lose Jazz and Prowl.
The CMO glanced over at his fellow Autobots and stated, "We need to bring Filly home as soon as possible! With every nano-second that passes, her chances of survival decreases...and I don't think Jazz and Prowl will survive if she is offlined."
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-Angel's POV-
The large cyberdog continued to follow Filly's scent while frequently informing her fellow Autobots of her whereabouts. Even though she was injured from her encounter with Ravage, she was determined to find her charge. When she experienced Filly's pain through the family bond she shared with her, Jazz and Prowl, she temporarily collapsed from shock, but soon regained her composure and used her grief and anger to fuel her search. When she found whoever inflicted so much agony on her femmling, she would make sure they suffered.
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Filly awoke a few hours later to find herself lying on her front while surges of pain shot through her back struts. Holding back the tears that threatened to fall, she suddenly noticed another unfamiliar bot sitting beside the medical berth.
"W-Who are you?"
The masked mech glanced down at her and replied, "Designation: Soundwave."
"Why am I here?"
"Autobot youngling has sustained severe damage to wing attachments. This will require medical reattachment after energon transfusion is completely administered."
She noticed an energon I.V. had been inserted into her wrist, which caused her to frown. "Did that Decepticreep get in trouble for ripping my winglets off?"
He gave her a slight nod, "Affirmative. Lord Megatron has ensured that Starscream will receive punishment for his disobedience."
She wasn't sure why, but Filly felt safe with this new mech even though he was a Con. Her spark was telling her that he wasn't as bad as the others, despite that he was on the opposing side of the war. "I just wanna go home...I want my Baba and Papa…," she softly started to cry as her body trembled in sheer pain.
Soundwave felt his spark clench at the sight. Sure, he was Megatron's most loyal soldier, but he was a Sire/Carrier figure to his minicons and knew the sort of pain she was experiencing. In truth, he hated the constant fighting between Autobots and Decepticons, and wanted this war to end. But he couldn't just turn on Megatron. No. He feared for the safety of his minicons if he were somehow caught disobeying orders. While he wanted to return this youngling to her family, he dared not put his own family in harm's way. It was a risk he couldn't afford to take. But maybe... His processor began swirling with ideas, but he'd need some time to figure things out. For now he'd have to contend with watching over the youngling.
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::Autobot base, this is Angel reporting in.::
::Angel, where is your current location? You have sustained injuries and require medical treatment.:: Ratchet's voice sounded in.
::I cannot allow myself to return to base at this time. I've been tracking Filly and plan to infiltrate the Decepticon base.::
::While I commend you for your determination and loyalty to your charge, I must ask that you allow us to assist.:: Prime added.
::Please...let me locate where exactly she's being held so that I can have a groundbridge sent to bring her home. I understand the tracking device she wears shows her location, but due to the Decepticon interference, it's not showing her precise coordinates. If I can at least find a way inside we can rescue her right from underneath the Decepticons' olfactory sensors. Also, I fear if you and the other Autobots show up, she could be in even more danger than she currently is in. I believe Megatron is planning on using her as bait...or at least that's what she tried to relay to me through the family bond we share.::
There was a pause before he spoke once more, ::Very well, but keep us updated and refrain from engaging the enemy if possible.::
::Will do Optimus.::
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Filly laid across the medical berth while one of the Constructicons' attempted to reattach her winglets. Unfortunately, she was refusing to cooperate because the procedure required her to be awake in order to ensure that everything was functional while reconnecting her sensors. She shivered on the berth and started to cry out of fear and pain, but stopped when Soundwave approached and took ahold of her tiny servo:
"Autobot youngling must refrain from moving if procedure is to commence."
*sniff* "But I'm scared...I want Ratchet to help me...and I want my Baba and Papa…"
The Constructicon rolled his optics before Soundwave sent him a glare from underneath his visor. "We will stay with Autobot youngling throughout the procedure."
This brought Filly a little bit of comfort, but she still continued to silently cry as her winglets were painstakingly reattached.
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-Later-
After nearly four grueling hours, Filly's procedure was finally over and her winglets were reattached to her frame. But due to the amount of stress she had endured, the tiny youngling had to be sedated so she could recharge without feeling any sort of pain. As she rested, Soundwave sat nearby and kept watch over her while his minicons peacefully recharged inside his dock. A small, almost non-audible sigh emitted from the large mech as he looked upon the youngling: she was just so small and innocent-looking. She doesn't deserve to be stuck in the midst of this thankless war; nor did she deserve to be trapped here.
Yes, even Soundwave had to admit that she would be safer within the Autobots' care. While he and several of his fellow Cons. had no intentions of harming her, there were those who would not hesitate in extinguishing her spark if given the chance, just because she's an Autobot. No. Even if Megatron ordered him to offline her, he'd override his orders and protect this precious femme. For all he knew, she was the last youngling to have come out of Cybertron, and likely among the last of the femmes.
(Authors Second Note: I'm sorry for doing that to Filly and everyone else, but I promise things will get better soon. Also, yes, Angel can talk, but only through Comm. links and bonds. Otherwise she makes barking noises like a regular dog would :) Anyways, I hope you all continue to enjoy this story and I'll be sure to update again soon.)