Bumblebee/comlink/dreams
:Spark bond:
~sibling/creator bond~
Warnings: Major character deaths, revival and miracles from Primus, fluff, cuteness, sparklings, mpreg, violence, blood, gore, mentions of interfacing and/or rape, abuse, AU (mostly I believe, you tell me), possilbe OCness for characters, torture, tissue warnings (I will tell you when the major ones are since everyone is different), birth, angst, comfort, loving, kissing, and anything else I can't remember. You know the protocol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro and others. I only own my characters.
"Where is he?" Nemesis Prime demanded, coming into the hospital. "Where is my mate?"
"Sir, CMO Ratchet has him right now," said a femme from a desk. "Would you like me to page him that you are here?"
"Please do," said Nemesis. He didn't have to wait long before Ratchet and Ironhide came out for him. "Ratchet, Ironhide, where is Alpha?"
"He's in a room. We managed to stabilize his vitals," said Ratchet. The sparked medic was tired from working since the twins took so much energy out of him. "Come, I'll take you to him. He should be waking up soon."
Nemesis followed his two younglinghood friends to a room in a silent part of the hospital. When he saw Alpha Trion, he went over and took a limp servo into his own. A spark and vital monitor beeped slowly, showing the steady vitals and sparkbeat. Nemesis pulled back his mask, sitting down on the berth and kissing the servo he held.
"What happened?" Nemesis asked.
"He was electrocuted with high voltage for an extended period of time," said Ratchet. "That is all we know just from scans. We found him after watching as Megatronus was taken away."
Alpha Trion onlined his optics, looking at his mate by his side. Nemesis kissed his helm, rubbing his thumb on the servo.
"A3, what happened?" Nemesis repeated to his mate.
"I...I tried to stop them," said Alpha Trion weakly. "Megatronus... Pyro took him away to Kaon's... Gladiatorial Pits."
"I was afraid that it would happen soon," said Ratchet. "Get some more rest Alpha. Your systems need it. You are very lucky to be alive right now."
"I'm sorry... 'Hide, Ratchet," said Alpha Trion. "I tried."
"Hush now. You did your best," said Nemesis. "I'll be right here when you wake up."
~~~000
"This will be your partner in training. She just joined a decacycle ago," said Darkstrike at the end of the tour. "Your teacher is Quickshot. He is a former gladiator that stuck around to train the newbies. He'll report back to me if you two are ready for the actual battles."
Megatronus nodded, looking at the two bots in front of him. The metallic purple and silver highlighted femme smiled at him. Next to her was an old seeker, battle scars running all over his frame. The young mech noticed that the femme was similar to the older mech by her half-seeker frame. Her wings hung high on her back.
"Hello, I'm Metelic, and this is my grandsire Quickshot," the femme introduced.
"I'm Megatronus," said the youngling. Metelic shook his servo with a stunning grip for a femme.
"It is nice to meet you Megatronus," said Quickshot, also shaking the youngling's servo. "You'll do just fine. I'll teach you everything you need to know."
"Thank you sir," said Megatronus. He looked down, the ache in his spark growing larger.
"What's the matter youngling?" Quickshot asked.
"I miss Amma and Appa," said Megatronus. "I also miss my teacher Alpha Trion and I won't be able to see Amma's sparklings when they get here. He was finally able to get sparked."
"I'm sure they miss you as well. Sadly this is the way it is for those who are different," said Quickshot. "The High Council won't change their ways, no matter how much the Prime protests against it."
~~~000
"Well, well, look Hyperspeed Megatronus is here," said EMT.
"How about that," said Hyperspeed. "What ya doing here?"
"He's here as a new gladiator," said Darkstrike. "Rules of the caste system. Give him a full check-up and add in some protection programs. The usual protocol."
"Will do Dark," said EMT. The medic pointed to a med berth. "Sit there Megatronus."
"How are your guardians and Alpha Trion?" Hyperspeed asked, hoping to distract the distraught mech.
"Good. Amma is sparked with split-spark twins," said Megatronus. "They'll be here in a joor. I don't know how Alpha Trion is. He was badly hurt when they dragged me away."
"Ain't that something," said EMT, tapping away at the scanners. "Ratch' and 'Hide must be excited."
"They are, and so am I," the youngling fiddled with his digits as the scans finished and EMT hooked up a wire into a medical port. He accepted the new programs that would help him in this Pit of despair.
"Cheer up Megs. You'll like it here, well you know what I mean. It is hard but Darkstrike is amazing," said EMT.
The medibay doors opened and Requiem came in, his arm limp. The large mech stared at the youngling, licking his lips at the new mech. He was better looking and innocent, unlike most of the mechs and femmes Darkstrike owned. Heck he looked better than Ratchet. A bit too young and probably didn't have his interface protocols activated yet, but he would wait.
Hyperspeed rolled his optics, grumbling as he looked at the limp arm. There weren't any fights that solar cycle so it had to be from training. A few cables just snapped, an easy fix. Requiem ignored the nurse as his arm was fixed. He kept staring at the beautiful, silver and purple mech. Hyperspeed noticed the stare, looking to see where Requiem was looking. He growled when he saw who he was oogling at. A pinch to a sensitive cable got the large mech's attention.
"You better stop now Requiem," said Hyperspeed. "I can report your dumb aft to Darkstrike. I know exactly what you are thinking."
"Awe come on Hyperspeed. I can't help if there is a cute mech around," said Requiem. "Besides, he is new here. Maybe I can help him out."
"Oh no you don't. We can't trust you near anyone," said Hyperspeed. "You're fixed so get out of here."
"Fine," Requiem grumbled. He brushed up against Megatronus on the way out, sending shivers up the mech's spine in discomfort. "See ya later cutie."
EMT shook his helm at the mech passing by. Hitting on mechs and femmes was going to come back and bite him in the aft one of these days. It would be a blessing when that happened. Maybe Requiem would be killed in a match. Megatronus felt the cable in his medical port disconnect and he wrapped his arms around his body. That mech gave him bad feelings.
"Who was that?" Megatronus asked.
"That's Requiem. It would be best if you stay as far away from him as possible. The mech is only looking to interface with whoever he lays optics on. Darkstrike punishes him if he does something stupid. Unlike other owners, Darkstrike doesn't tolerate any forced interfacing," said EMT. "There are rules here such as if one loses a non-death battle, then the winner or other gladiators from the loser's team will force them into an interface to humiliate and degrade them. Darkstrike loathes it. So you are safe in that way. Even if Requiem tries to, he is caught. He is like his sire in forcing others to his berth, but not as brutal."
"We all watch each other's backstruts when it comes to bots like Requiem. We all got ya," said Hyperspeed. "Now, I'll call Darkstrike and he can take you to your new quarters. I recommend resting for a few solar cycles before training. Let those programs settle down and your body gets used to it. They are mainly antiviruses, fighting, and survival programs."
"Thank you," said Megatronus. He rubbed at his optics, feeling tired all the sudden.
Darkstrike came down, picking up the tired youngling to carry him to the new quarters. His seeker programming let him feel very protective over the half-breed. He hadn't felt something like this is so long he almost forgot it existed in all seekers, even those who were not full breeds. Hitting the keypad next to the door, Darkstrike walked in and set the youngling onto the berth, covering him with a thin sheet to keep away the coldness the Pits usually had.
Megatronus had fallen into recharge on the way. The little mech curled up a bit, faceplates scrunching up as if he was about to cry. A few tears did come with a murmur for his guardians. Darkstrike stroked Megatronus' helm, kissing it like a creator would. He felt bad for him, but he would promise Ratchet and Ironhide that he would be safe next time he saw them. Ratchet was scheduled to come in a decacycle so he can tell him then.
"Recharge peacefully Megatronus," said Darkstrike. The owner got up and shut the door. He headed down to his office, needing to fill out reports on Megatronus and see about his medical records.
~~~000
"Argh!"
Megatronus threw down the small sword he was given. He had yet again failed the training simulation. No matter how hard he trained and practiced, he could not master anything but failing. Quickshot shook his helm, going over to the youngling. He bent down, picking him up and setting him on his pedes.
"You think too much Megatronus. Don't worry about thinking, but rather instinct. Do what feels natural," said Quickshot.
"I'll never get this down. I'm not meant to fight," said Megatronus. He kicked the ground, scowling at his weapon. "I just can't seem to do it Quickshot, no matter what I do."
"You will get it down eventually. And when you do, you will fight for real," said Quickshot. "If you do not master fighting, then you will be killed. That is how it works down here. The weak are picked off one by one."
"Don't give up Megatronus," a mech's voice said from behind.
Megatronus perked up at that familiar voice. He turned so fast he could have gotten whiplash to see the mech. A large smile broke across his face. There was his Amma and Appa. The youngling looked to his instructor, who nodded in permission. Megatronus ran to his former guardians, hugging them tightly but careful with Ratchet. He could see the swell now where the twins were growing.
Megatronus started to cry. He missed them so badly. Ratchet had been unable to come since he was needed at the hospital. It had been almost a joor since Megatronus last saw his former guardians. Ratchet held on tightly, his own emotions getting to him from being sparked.
"I missed you so much Amma, Appa," Megatronus whimpered, finally pulling back to look at the two. Ironhide wiped away his charge's tears with his thumb.
"We miss ya too Megatronus," said Ironhide. "Ratch' and Ah thought it would be nice fer ya ta meet tha twins. He wants 'em here so that ya can be apart."
"Thank you," said Megatronus. He placed a servo on Ratchet's bulge, feeling the two sparklings move around. "Hello little ones. I cannot wait to meet you soon."
"We already talked with Darkstrike. He has an extra berth in your quarters for us until it is time," said Ratchet. "Unfortunately we will have to depart a megacycle after they are sparked to go back to Iacon."
"Speaking of Iacon, how is Alpha Trion?" Megatronus asked. He hadn't heard anything about the elder mech.
"He is doing fine. Alpha got released a couple of decacycles ago," said Ratchet. "Nemesis got rid of Pyro for almost killing his mate and taking you away."
"That's good," said Megatronus. He remembered his teacher behind him. "Amma, Appa, this is Quickshot, my training instructor. Quickshot, these are my guardians, Ratchet and Ironhide."
"Good to finally meet you two," said Quickshot, reaching out to shake their servos. "Megatronus is a wonderful mech. He works well with my grandcreation Metelic."
"He better," Ironhide joked.
"Shall we get some energon? I'm sure you and Megatronus would love to get caught up," Quickshot suggested. He turned to his student. "We shall continue your training later."
~~~000
"What?! No I can't!" Darkstrike protested.
"His first match with Metelic is in a megacycle," said a white and very light grey mech.
"You can't be serious Whiteout," said Darkstrike. "Megatronus is nowhere near ready to battle. Metelic might be but not Megatronus. He is still new to fighting."
"There is nothing I can do. The sponsors have requested it," said Whiteout. "Get him ready. It hasn't been decided if this is a death match or not. I will give you that information when I can."
"Who is he facing?" Darkstrike asked, a servo over his optics. "Please tell me it is a rookie like him."
"No. He will be going up against Gearshift."
"Slaggit all to the Pits."
Darkstrike knew of Gearshift. He was one of Whiteout's mechs, a ruthless, tall but lithe mech. He killed using electricity and paralysis. It was sickening to see a fighter helpless as they were torn into and circuits destroyed slowly. He prayed that it wasn't a death match. It would destroy Ironhide and Ratchet that their charge would be killed and Quickshot would die if he lost Metelic. Whiteout left his fellow gladiator owner to ponder on the upcoming battle. He personally didn't care that two younglings were going to fight. He only cared if Gearshift would win and bring in the credits.
"Frag!" Darkstrike slammed his servos down on his desk. "I told them he wasn't ready! Those slaggers don't care if a youngling dies!"
~~~000
"What do ya mean they're sendin' 'im out ta fight?" Ironhide demanded. "Don't they know he ain't ready yet?"
"They don't care about that," said Darkstrike. "I will overseeing his training and hope for a miracle that he is ready. Gearshift is a powerful opponent, one of the best out there."
"Fraggers are sick," said Ironhide. "Sendin' a younglin' inta a death match."
Darkstrike agreed. He was informed by Whiteout that it was indeed a death match. He had already told Quickshot, who was now training Metelic harder so that she had a chance. He had been teaching Megatronus for several solar cycles now, improving his skills. Megatronus listened to Quickshot's advice and fighting came natural with the protocol that was installed into his processor. Darkstrike didn't think it was enough, but the fight was tomorrow.
The owner only had time now to tell the guardians. Ratchet was upset, but remained calm as not to stress out the sparklings. Megatronus would train by himself or with Metelic every chance he got.
"I don't know if you want to watch 'Hide. I wouldn't recommend Ratchet come because it may be too stressful to see Megatronus fight. There is a very slim chance he will make it out and defeat Gearshift with Metelic, but that isn't likely. Gearshift has only lost three non-lethal battles and no death matches. I'm sorry for this now if Megatronus dies. I tried my best to stop the fight but the sponsors insist and won't stop."
"Ah'll tell Ratch'," said Ironhide. "Ah want ya ta make sure ma son has tha best chance."
"I will my friend. I'll do it for the both of you," said Darkstrike.