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Beaten, Broken, and Scarred	By : Metalchick36 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2822 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10: According to Plan
At the Autobot and Decepticon Graveyard...
“This is it?” Swindle questioned as he took notice of the shipping containers that were in neat rows.
“Yes it is.” Oilslick replied.
“Hmm! Don't understand why the Autobots put sentimental value on off-lined bots, but it works for us!” Swindle said as he tossed aside a bouquet of flowers that was beside a shipping container that was a makeshift casket for the off-lined Autobot.
“Don't waste time on opening those! Those Trans-organics will be much better if they come from fallen Decepticons.” Oilslick ordered as he opened the one containing Alice, the off-lined pretender.
“Good idea! Though I'm surprised the off-lined Decepticons are placed with as much care as the Autobots. I know you guys just smelt them and make protoforms out of them.” Swindle said.
“Well if I ever off-line, don't let those do-gooders place me here. I'd rather rust on Cybertron.” Oilslick requested.
“Looks like you might get that wish.” Swindle stated as NEST soldiers and Autobots approached.
“Not today!” Oilslick shouted as he tossed a biological weapon toward the Autobots.
“Slag! Everybody move back! Cosmic Rust!” Shouted Ironhide as he pulled back.
The vile hits the ground and the dust spreads.
“Nobody go through that! You'll rust in an instant!” Optimus ordered as they went around to catch Swindle and Oilslick.
“They're gone!” We gotta go find them!” Ironhide shouted.
“No, it's too dangerous, especially with Oilslick's weapons.” Optimus held back.
“We'll get them next time. However, I want everyone to get a decontamination shower right now!” Ratchet ordered.
“What was that he threw?” Lennox asked Optimus.
“Cosmic Rust, a Cybertronian disease that causes us to rust. It's curable, but Oilslick engineered it to work a hundred times faster.” Optimus explained.
“As soon as I contain this, I will attempt to create something that will counter it. Either an instant cure or something that will stop it from spreading.” Ratchet said.
“Good idea.” Optimus patted Ratchet on the back.
“Now the next question is, what did Swindle and Oilslick want the off-lined bots for?” Lennox asked.
“Good question. But if Swindle and Oilslick are working together, this can't be good.” Optimus speculated.
“Too bad we can't interrogate them to find out!” Ironhide complained.
“I know someone who probably knows what they're up to.” Prowl spoke up.
“Oh no! If it's that bounty hunter you're talking about, forget it!” Ironhide stated.
“But it's our best chance of finding out.” Prowl defended.
“And are you gonna bend over for him again?” Ironhide snapped.
“Let him go Ironhide.” Optimus said as Prowl took off to Lockdown's ship.
Ironhide grumbled and said, “Fine! But I don't like it!”
“I understand, but you can't help who you fall in love with.” Optimus stated in understanding that love knows no bounds.
As long as Lockdown made Prowl happy, then he'd be OK with them bonding. But the war would have to end before that could happen, or Lockdown would have to stop working for the Decepticons, whichever came first, the latter was less likely to happen though...or so he thought.
Prowl admitted to himself that Ironhide was right, but not just because he used it to get information. His feelings for Lockdown started during their first encounter when Starscream was a bounty, but he fought them, especially after he found out that Lockdown killed his sensei Yoketron. But one day while in deep meditation, he heard Yoketron's voice telling him to stop fighting his feelings and let love in. He told him that he can't fall in love with his killer, but Yoketron told him that love would redeem Lockdown and that vengeance is an endless cycle that needs to be broken.
Sumdec's Lab in the NEST Base...
Simmons walked by and saw that Issac Sumdec was still looking over his notes on Megatron, formerly classified as NBE-1.
Issac gasped and said, “Seymour! Oh, please excuse the mess!”
“Sorry to startle you.” Simmons apologized.
“It's alright.” Issac replied.
“So what are you doing with those notes?” Simmons asked.
“Do you remember when we first met?” Issac asked.
Simmons thought back to that day. They were both young adults. Simmons' father was in charge of Sector 7 at that time and gave him an assignment to pay a visit to Sumdec and confiscate what he had in his possession, which was the head of Megatron that was missing from the body that had been found by Captain Witwicky many years ago. The head had ended up in Detroit and Issac recovered it and used his reverse engineering skills to study him and create his own robots and devices.
“I'll never forget that day, but why are you asking about it? Simmons inquired.
“Because I had found something then that could help us find Megatron. Of course now we know that the light in their chests are their sparks, but at that time, I had noticed it had a pulse and gave off a certain frequency.” Issac explained.
“Yes, and we know that each Cybertronian has a different frequency.” Simmons remarked.
“Which is exactly what I am getting at. What I am trying to do is construct something that can do a search on specific frequencies, that way we can use it to locate Megatron.” Issac disclosed.
Simmons nodded his head and said, “Sounds good! Though I doubt anyone would want to rescue him, but it'll help to know his location.”
But when he looked at the pile of notes, a journal caught his eyes and Simmons snatched it up before Issac could close it.
“What is this?” Simmons asked, then read out loud, “I don't know how it happened. I was just helping with extracting the pods containing lifelike robots, and I accidentally touched one of them. Suddenly it changed into a human baby with the same color of skin as me. Yet she has red hair and...”
He looked over at Issac, then looked at the framed photograph of Sari with Bumblebee and Bulkhead. Then he looked at the date of the journal entry and realized it is from eight years ago.
”So that's why there was one missing! Why didn't you tell me about this?” Simmons demanded.
“Why? So she can become another experiment to be dissected, prodded and studied like a lab rat? Never let her out into the world? That's why I never told you!” Issac disputed.
“After all that we did for you after you found Megatron's head! You know we didn't have to let you into Sector 7, especially since they never hired outside the bloodlines, but we did because of your reverse engineering skills! Yet you kept Sari a secret from us?” Simmons seethed.
“I was going to tell you, but the moment she wrapped her little hand around my finger, I just couldn't do it! I wanted her to have a normal life!” Issac reasoned.
“You're right. And you did a good job raising Sari, but does she know the truth?” Simmons questioned.
Issac looked down and replied, “I want to, but I'm not sure how I'm going to tell Sari.”
“Tell me what?” Sari asked.
Issac and Simmons turned around.
“Nothing! Is there something you wanted?” Issac asked.
“I was wondering if I could go camping with Annabelle and her mom? Sari asked.
“Of course you can, just be careful!” Issac answered, happy that his daughter has a best friend.
“Thanks! I'll see you later!” Sari responded, and then took off.
“You're lucky that Sector 7 is disbanded, but you better tell her soon, or I will!” Simmons cautioned.
Back in Arkeville's Secret Lab...
“So this is who you're working for?” Oilslick responded to Swindle about the three human scientists.
“Yep! And I gotta say that it's been a pleasure doing business with them. If only they weren't human, they could be Decepticons.” Swindle boasted.
“Ooo! That would be epic! Then I could totally PWN the Autobots!” Masterson remarked.
“So...you say you make bio weapons?” Arkeville asked Oilslick.
“Yes I do, would you like to see a demonstration?” Oilslick asked.
“No thanks! I heard your weapon of choice is cosmic rust, and I do not wish to risk contamination on my test subjects.” Arkeville declined as he ran his hand over a sheet that was covering something on a slab.
“Very well, but speaking of test subjects, I heard you succeeded on yours.” Oilslick stated.
“Yes! And it's all thanks to the Cybertronian metals that Swindle provided! You two have the honor of being the first Cybertronians to get a first glimpse of this. Behold! I give you...the first human...turned...trans-organic!” Arkeville announced as he pulled the sheet off and uncovered his test subject.
Oilslick and Swindle gasped at the sight of his experiment, who turned out to be Lieutenant Monique.
“Isn't she beautiful? Not only did I replace her missing limbs, but I have changed her DNA and built a spark chamber right on her heart! But she's off-line at the moment. And now for the final piece...the allspark fragment!” Arkeville disclosed as he took out the capsule containing the shard, which he took out with a pair of tweezers and touched the shard to her chest.
The shard sent out a burst of energy which immediately took effect. She gasped as it brought her to life. Her arms and legs, which had been strapped down, were freed when she broke the metal cuffs that held them down. She frantically glanced around the room and saw the three scientists and two giant transformers.
She stared at her hands and legs, one side looking normal, and the other being metallic. Remembering what experiment he had wanted to do, she glared at Arkeville and demanded, “You! What the fuck have you done to me?”
“Calm down my dear, I have made major improvements to you! I've given you new limbs, a new face, and seeing that you broke the restraints, you're stronger than ever!” Arkeville described.
Monique felt her face, then stood in front of a glass panel and saw the light from her optic reflecting on it. She also thought her regular eye looked like it had a bright lavender colored contact lens that lit up since it was glowing. But something else was glowing, it was a bright blue spot right on her chest slightly above her breasts.
“Well...what do you think?” he asked.
Monique shouted, “I didn't ask for this! You kidnapped me and turned me into this...freak!”.
“But if I didn't, you'd be another crippled soldier who would have to live with non-living prosthetic limbs! But these can function like the real ones. You should be thankful.” Arkeville justified.
“Thankful? Thankful? At what cost? I'm the only one left alive! You killed my comrades! I should kill you for this!” Monique yelled as she was ready to lunge at him.
He replied, “Actually...they are still alive.”
“And now it's my turn to present my creations.” Meltdown announced as he opened a gate that closed up a tunnel.
Out came what used to be her comrades, but now they were unrecognizable because they resembled mutated creatures.
“Oh my God!” Monique gasped.
“Not bad...for a human! But I've got an even better idea how to transform the humans much faster.” Oilslick spoke up.
Oilslick took one of his guns that usually fired out lethal substances and replaced it with the genetic modifier, in which he placed extracted DNA coding from Alice the pretender into it, then placed an Allspark fragment into a chamber of the gun, and was ready to go.
In the Middle of the Night at the Space Bridge...
“Master, I am coming!” Lugnut said out loud as he was sleeping.
“Hmpf! Even if you miraculously did rescue him, I don't think Megatron would appreciate it anyway!”
“Huh? Who said that?” Lugnut asked as he was startled awake and frantically looked around..
He was horrified to find stasis cuffs were slapped on his wrists, he looked up and saw Sentinel Prime with his stupid smile on his face.
“You Autobot scum! How dare you say that! Megatron would be most pleased with my rescue!” Lugnut stated.
“Would he? You really are loyal to him, aren't you?” Sentinel implied.
“Of course I am! I shall break out of these cuffs and capture you to be brought before him!” Lugnut said.
“Pretty ambitious of you, I'll give you that! But tell me...has Megatron ever thanked you or told you what a great job you've done?”
“That is not important, Megatron knows I would obey his every command with no questions asked!” Lugnut justified.
“I don't doubt that, you must worship the ground he walks upon, and praise how glorious he is! But does he really appreciate it all?” Sentinel taunted.
“He...he...he's just too busy to return feedback upon my loyalty.” Lugnut tried to explain.
Sentinel put his hand on his shoulder and said, “Oh poor you! You are in such denial that Megatron is sick and tired of your constant praising! Now if it were me, I would never get tired of it. In fact, if you join me, I will gladly let you call me glorious leader all you want! I'll even let you interface with me, that's probably something Megatron never did for you!”
“No! He will interface with me, he's just waiting for the end of the war when we have won!” Lugnut justified.
Sentinel responded, “You really think he's waiting for you? Ha! Well I have Shockwave in custody. During his interrogation he said he'd never give up information on the Decepticons because he said he's the most loyal to Megatron.”
Lugnut got angry and shouted, “No! He's lying! I'm more loyal than he is! He is a disgrace because he has been amongst you Autobots the whole time!”
He paused and realized he just gave away Shockwave's secret.
“It's OK, I already knew he was Longarm Prime all along! I've had surveillance on him the whole time, and I caught some pretty interesting stuff! Did you know that he and Megatron have been self-servicing while talking on the comlink? Also Megatron told him he can't wait to interface with him in person!”
“No! It can't be true! Megatron promised himself to me!” Lugnut cried.
“I did overhear them both mentioning that, but they were laughing at how you thought that was true. Don't believe me? I have a recording right here of it!” Sentinel said as he showed him the datapad with the surveillance footage.
Indeed, Sentinel was right, Megatron and Shockwave were making fun of him. Lugnut didn't want to believe it, but it appeared to be true. But unknown to him, Sentinel was using the footage to keep Lugnut distracted while he slipped in a programming chip into the back of his head.
Sentinel explained, “I'm so sorry! But I know how you feel! I too have been hurt when Optimus lured my mate-to-be Elita-1 away from me. But she is dead now thanks to him! Now I was able to replace Elita with a femme who'd been upgraded to look like her, yet it's not enough! But you could fill the void for me, and at the same time, I will fill the void Megatron left in you! Come join me! You can praise me to your spark's content!”
Lugnut looked up at Sentinel, whom he thought of as an enemy, but this time he looked so beautiful to him.
“You feeling alright?” Sentinel asked in a gentle voice.
“I...I feel really strange right now!” Lugnut answered.
Lugnut looked up at Sentinel and thought he was the most handsome bot he had ever seen. He even thought he looked more handsome than Megatron.
“No wait? Is that right?” Lugnut asked out loud.
“Yes it is! You are now realizing that Megatron is not a glorious leader.” Sentinel stated.
“I guess your right.” Lugnut said.
“Of course I'm right! He used you. He only kept you around for his own amusement. He could've told you to go run around in your protoform and you'd have done it, and he would've laughed at you. You worked so hard to gain his approval, only to have him brush you off! Is that how such a loyal servant should be treated?”
Lugnut stood up the best he could while the cuffs were on him, and shouted “No! He should've thanked me, promoted me, and rewarded me for my loyalty!”
“That's right! So...will you join me as my most loyal right-hand mech? You ready to also be my berth mate who may someday bear my sparklings?” Sentinel asked convincingly.
He looked up again and then realized how much he really wanted to praise Sentinel as a glorious leader, and the thoughts of interfacing got him excited.
“Yes! I will denounce my loyalty to Megatron and the Decepticons! I shall be your most loyal servant to you...Lord Sentinel!”
“Thanks! But don't call me that.” Sentinel ordered.
“Oh! I'm so sorry my liege! How shall I properly address you?”
“Call me...Sentinel Magnus! Which is what everyone on Cybertron will be calling me, but you have the honor to call me that first!” Sentinel said.
Lugnut smiled and said, “Thank you Sentinel Magnus! Is there anything else I can do for you oh Glorious leader?”
Sentinel smiled and answered, “Yes! There is something you can do right now.”
He removes the plating from his crotch, which releases his hardening cable, and dangled it in front of Lugnut's face. He looked up at him wondering if he was allowed to touch it.
“Go right ahead.” Sentinel gave permission.
So Lugnut took the cable right into his mouth and sucked it hard moving in and out. Sentinel rolled his optics back in pleasure while gripping Lugnut's shoulders.
“Oh Primus! He's really good at this! I think I'll keep him around for my new harem.” Sentinel thought as he overloaded his fluids into Lugnut's mouth.
When he finished, Lugnut wiped his mouth and said, “How did I do? Are you pleased with me Sentinel Magnus?”
“Yes I am! And I really like how you say my name! But I would like to hear you shouting it while I take you from behind. Open up for me!” Sentinel commanded.
“Yes master!” Lugnut obeyed as he opened up his back port and got on his hands and knees.
Sentinel moved behind him and slid his still hardened cable inside and was surprised how easy it was to do so. Of course Lugnut had been penetrated by Strika's strap-on cable, but never by a real cable. It had been a while since Sentinel interfaced, so he thrusts roughly in and out of his port.
“Oh! Oh Master!” Lugnut exclaimed.
“What's my new ranking title?” Sentinel asked as he continued pumping in and out of him.
“Magnus! Sentinel Magnus!” Lugnut cried out.
“Tell me I'm the best Cybertronian leader!” Sentinel demanded.
“You are the best leader of Cybertron!” Lugnut said.
“Tell me I'm the most handsome mech!” Sentinel ordered.
“You are the most handsome mech in this entire universe!” Lugnut answered.
“Oh yes! Don't stop complimenting me! Tell me how gloriously wonderful I am, and how I should rule over Cybertron and the entire universe! Tell me that organics are disgusting creatures that should all be wiped out! Tell me that Optimus is a disgrace of the Autobots and should be demoted to a garbage bot!” Sentinel instructed.
As Lugnut repeated what he was told to say, Sentinel climaxed and then he overloaded into him.
When he had finished, Sentinel cleaned up after both of them and then he helped lift Lugnut up after he had lain down in exhaustion from their interface.
Sentinel smiled at how it was so easy to reprogram Lugnut to be his loyal servant who could take orders without question, which would make him even better than the Jettwins combined.
“Come! I have work for you to do, including an opportunity for you to get revenge on a certain Decepticon!” Sentinel propositioned.
“Yes Sentinel Magnus! I will not let you down!” Lugnut saluted.
“Perfect! Everything is going according to plan!” Sentinel thought inside his processor.
Meanwhile in Lockdown's ship...
Lockdown was working on some new parts he acquired when he felt a certain presence in the room.
“Hey kid, I knew you'd be back! You just can't get enough of me, can you?” Lockdown said.
Prowl emerged from the shadows in the room as Lockdown turned around to greet him.
“That could be true, that is...if you can give me certain information.” Prowl stated.
“You wanna know what Swindle is up to, don't you?” Lockdown speculated.
“So...do you know by any chance?” Prowl asked.
“I might, but...you know what I want!” Lockdown negotiated.
“Forget it! I'm wasting my time here!” Prowl burst out as he threw up his hands and walks away.
“No! Wait! I'll tell you, please don't leave!” Lockdown called out as he reached his hand out like he was trying to summon him back.
Prowl turned back around, smiled and said, “You just can't get enough of me, can you?”
Lockdown approached Prowl and pressed onto his lips and kissed him roughly.
“Open up for me! I'll tell you everything!” Lockdown negotiated.
But Prowl got the upper hand when he did a flip over Lockdown and got behind him. He reached his hand around to the front of Lockdown's panel and opened it right up.
“Not this time! You first!” Prowl asserted as he started his hand-job on Lockdown's hardened cable.
“I would kill you if you weren't so good at this! Ahhh!” Lockdown said as he enjoyed Prowl's touch.
“I'll switch places after you tell me what Swindle and Oilslick are up to, they were stealing off-lined Decepticons from our graveyard.” Prowl inquired.
Lockdown turned his head in surprise and replied, “Oilslick? Hmpf! Figures he'd ask the con's for help! Well I guess that means they're both are working for the human scientists.”
Prowl stopped, “Human scientists? What do they want with the off-lined bots?”
Lockdown answered, “He said they want to turn humans into trans-organics. I think it's disgusting and an annihilation to Cybertron! So I told him to get lost and never come back again!”
“Do you know who these human scientists are?” Prowl pressed.
“If you continue stopping, I'm not telling you anymore! Now come on kid, don't leave me hanging here!” Lockdown groaned as he grabbed Prowl's hand and placed it on his swollen cable.
“Ah! Enjoying this?” Prowl smirked as he lightly brushed the tips of his fingers over his cable, then moved it over to his aft and lightly brushed it.
“Yes! Please! It feels too good!” Lockdown moaned.
“Here you go.” Prowl said as he opened up Lockdown's back port.
“Oh yes! Thank yo..hey wait a minute! You're the one that's supposed to bottom, not me!” Lockdown screeched.
“Well in that case, I'll just leave!” Prowl answered.
“Alright! Alright! But just this once!” Lockdown blurted.
“Don't worry, I actually like to bottom, but I just wanna dominate for once.” Prowl assured him.
After sliding his cable gently in his aft, he moved it slowly and then quickened the pace. Lockdown had to admit that he actually liked having their roles reversed and just might let Prowl do it again. After they had finished, they jump into the wash racks together.
'Swindle has been working for Meltdown.” Lockdown explained while washing up.
“Meltdown?” Prowl replied.
“So you are familiar with him.” Lockdown stated.
“Yes, he's the one that created Sharkticons and enslaved the Dinobots. He also hates robots.” Prowl described.
Lockdown continued, “Well then here's something interesting to add to that, Meltdown is working for a human scientist named Dr. Arkeville who is trying to transform humans into trans-organics.”
“What?” Prowl responded.
“Yes, it's mutiny isn't it?” Lockdown asked.
“If the humans are being subjected to these changes against their will then of course it...wait a minute...we had ten NEST soldiers that went missing, there must be a connection! I must go!” Prowl figured out.
He stepped out of the wash racks and stood in front of the industrial sized air dryer.
“No wait! Please don't go!” Lockdown begged.
“Then come with me.” Prowl suggested.
“To the Autobot base? Something wrong with your processor? They'll shoot me! Or at least those humans will!” Lockdown retaliated.
“I won't let them. As long as your with me, and you do want to be with me don't you?” Prowl questioned.
“I do, but do you really expect me to make friends with the Autobots?” Lockdown asked.
“Did you ever make friends with the Decepticons?” Prowl recalled.
“Good point. Although at least the Autobot are more likely to give me a second chance than them.” Lockdown acknowledged. He was about to grab his weapons and upgrades.
“Leave them!” Prowl ordered.
“Why? I'm nothing without them!” Lockdown declared.
“Then you have a lot to re-learn!” Prowl said in response to Lockdown's failure to learn from their sensei Yoketron.
“If I do this, will it make it up to you for killing Yoketron?” Lockdown asked.
“No!” Prowl called out, then calmly added, “But you will make it up to Yoketron if you do, and then I'll forgive you.”
Lockdown nodded and accepted, “Alright, I'll do it.”
Prowl smiled and put his arm around Lockdown, who walked away without looking back at the ship he was leaving behind.
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