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What Tomorrow Holds	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 1544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What Tomorrow Holds

Part two: Retribution

Chapter 10: Punishments

***CSD Prison, One week later***

It had been a week since Shockwave’s capture and imprisonment. Megatron, still puzzled and confused by the way that capture was made possible, was looking into the small cell with narrowed, inquisitive optics. Something helped him. Something very familiar and… close to him spark. When he entered that room, where he and his men found Shockwave blabbering like he frizzed all of his circuits, he felt it…

Starscream…

It was crazy because Starscream was deactivated! He couldn’t be there, could he? But that feeling in his spark, that warm and comforting tugs…He had always felt it only when his dear bondmate was near him. It was like a light, gentle caress over his cold, dead Spark, healing and filling the gaping wound that was still there… Still hurting like the Pit… With love and reassurance.

‘I am still there… Wait for me…’

Megatron turned sharply, scrutinizing the empty hallway with narrowed, intense optics. He was certain he just heard something… A whisper barely more audible then the slightest breeze... Fir a split second, he could almost make up a form in the shadows of the dark hallway, a very familiar form… But he growled in anger and annoyance, shaking his helm, and the feeling slowly subsided. The shadows where empty, and there was no voice in the breeze filling the metallic hallway…

He was imagining things… Hoping things for his and his family’s sake. Ho, how he wanted to hold his mate close to his spark again, to kiss him, feel him, caress him… He closed his optics lid and bit his lips, swallowing the sob that threatens to escape his vocal component and hugged himself tightly.

“Starscream…” He whispered to himself in a pained, hollow voice. “Why did you have to leave me?... I need you so much; you have no idea how painful it is to go on without you, my beloved…”

He almost felt a light touch to his lips component, like a kiss, then, and he keened softly, leaning in the ghostly feeling of the sensual, full lips caressing his own for a moment, knowing it was only in his CPU but not caring a bit. He let his optics lid opens and stares at the empty space in front of him, licking his lips to gather some more of those wonderful feelings, and hugged himself tighter. He could swear he heard a sad sigh right in his audio and shivered.

Was he going crazy or what? He shook himself free of those awkward and painful feelings and looked into the holding cell again. Shockwave was sitting in a corner, curled on himself like he was since he was brought there. And he was blabbering things. The sight of the overly logical and cold mech reduced to a blabbering wreck was very pleasing to the Lord Protector’s optics, and he snickered in dark amusement. But that wasn’t the reason of his presence here. He wanted to know what made the cold-sparked and level-headed mech lost it completely in such a short time.

Megatron entered the cell and stepped to the cowering mech, whom cowered even more when he heard to door open and footsteps coming his way. Megatron tilted his helm and sneered down at the distressed mech without a once of care or mercy for the bastard responsible for his bondmate and so much more mech and Human deaths. He growled lowly and shoved his pede right in Shockwave’s midsection, making the bot curl more with a pained yelp.

“You disgust me, worthless scum! STAND!”

When he got no answer or reaction whatsoever, Megatron kicked him again and then grabbed him by the throat to lift him up himself. Shockwave’s servos lifted to wrap around Megatron’s crushing hold and he choked, looking a little more aware of what was going on. His yellow optic brightens and shone with fear and some measure of sanity for the first time since his capture.

“M-Megatron… P-Please… C-can’t breathe…” He stuttered out and whined in pain.

“Ho, you will have worst then some breathing problems really soon, you slagger! You were found guilty of High Treason and conspiracy against the rightful Government of Cybertron, of Terrorism and of a countless number of deaths. The verdict was spoken. Do you want to know what it is, worm?”

Shockwave’s optic widened and he looked like he was about to be sick or something. Megatron snickered and drank on the fearful expression on that optic of his. It was a shame he didn’t had a face to show his feelings… But Megatron didn’t need it to say he was deadly scared. There was no more escape for him, he was toasted, and he knew it perfectly. He felt Soundwave’s own fear and resignation through their bond and shivered. Someone was certainly telling him the same thing at the moment. They were about to be executed for those crimes… It was nothing he could do to avoid this fate…

That thought in itself had on the cold and distant mech the same effect of a cold shower and he shivered more, getting a hold on his mind and sanity. And understanding the full extent of Megatron’s, words at last… And he could tell Soundwave was in the same situation.

“Megatron… Please have mercy… I…”

Megatron growled lowly and gave the mech a good shake and a squeeze, making him wheezed in pain and clung tighter to his forearms. He didn’t felt like listening at this poor excuse of a mech for any amount of time.

“Shut you vocal processor, Shockwave! You are not allowed to argue or plead! The sentence is held and unbreakable. But at least, you will be sharing it with your dear bondmate, Soundwave. He’s being informed at that exact moment by Prowl. I bet the little slagger is pissing himself in fear…”

That was low, but Megatron couldn’t help it. If he knew that, from the corner of the cell, he was being watched by someone dear to him, maybe he would’ve been more caring… But Starscream wasn’t exactly sad for the mech responsible for his current state. And he watched as his bondmate molests and scared the condemned mech with cold, unfeeling optics… As far as a ghost have optics. The disincarnated Spark wasn’t seething with rage and desire of revenge like he did when he caught the two mechs responsible for his demise, but seeing the mech in pain and distress was… soothing for his spark. It was such a treat to scare the slagger to death… But seeing him and his bitch being executed for his death was a true blessing! He let out a ghostly laugher and made sure the purple bastard could hear him.

Shockwave’s optic brightens suddenly and he froze, like he just saw or heard something Megatron couldn’t. The Lord Protector’s optics narrowed and he looked around, seeing nothing of course. Shockwave seemed to shrink a little in his grasp and Megatron lifted an optic ridge in amusement.

“What’s the matter? Can’t handle the news, Shockwave? I thought you were a big bot.” he chuckled darkly and let the mech fall back to the floor, sneering at him in disgust and loathing. “The sentence will be executed in two orns!”

He was about to left when he hears Shockwave speak to him again, in a calm and collected tune. He turns to see the mech leaning against the wall, standing up and with a hint of real guilt in his optic.

“Megatron, my Liege, I know it won’t change anything but I am really sorry for all the death I caused for my selfish goal… And for Starscream’s death. Believe me or not, I never wanted him to die. It was never part of the plan. This day, in the Public Aero train, YOU were the one targeted, because you were the one supposed to go to the doctor with Silverstream. Not Starscream…” he sighed and was silent for a moment, letting the news sink in the Lord Protector’s mind, before concluding. “I am truly sorry for your loss. Execute me if you must, but I wanted you to know this before I die.”

Megatron looks at him in silence for a long time, saying nothing, and then he left without saying another word. He let out a low growl and headed strait for his Estate. He needed some times to think things through. There was a lot of crap in his CPU of the moment and he wanted to sort it out before the executions… And spend some time with his sparklings. He was away far too often those few weeks. They must be missing him very much… He was very glad to have Thundercracker and Skywarp to take care of them as he was taking care of anything else.

He had many things to caught up with in those two orns and he will take al the time needed to make sure his sparklings were happy and safe.

oOo

***Lord protector’s Estate, the next day***

“Dada! Want dada play!”

Little Amberjewell all but tacked her daddy’s leg as soon as he got into the main room this morning. The little shuttle femme was giggling and dragging her plush with her as she ran over to her dad. Megatron saw TC coming behind her and trying to catch her before she could collide with his lower leg but Megatron only chuckled and crouched down to take the little femme. She squeals and hugged his neck, planting a loud sticky smack on her daddy’s cheek.

“Amber! Come back here!” TC was shouting as he finally caught up with the fast little sparkling. “Let your daddy work in peace!”

Megatron laughed and lifted a servo to let the seeker know it was alright and cradled the small femme to his chest. She nestled her head into her daddy’s chest and giggled more, sticking her glossa out at the blue seeker.

“Nnnn! Me play with dada!”

“Amberjewel, what did I told you? Don’t do this, it’s ugly and impolite!” Megatron said as he scolded the playful little sparkling. But he nuzzled her and she giggled more. “Aww, sweetspark, what am I gonna do with you, hum?”

She gave him the cutest, largest optics he ever saw and he couldn’t help but hug her closer to his chest. That little girl knew exactly how to wrap him around her little digit. TC smiled a little at this and crossed his arms over his cockpit. The little femme then asked a question that made her dad very uncomfortable.

“Dada? Do bad mechs be punish? Hurt mama…”

The Lord Protector was a little taken aback by such an inquiry, and he looked saddened and a little angry and little Anberjewel wondered if it was what she said, and if daddy was mad at her. But Megatron kissed her little helm and said, not sounding mad, which relieved the small femme.

“I am not mad at you, Amber. You see, the bad mechs did some horrible things and they need to be punished for this. Then, they won’t be able to hurt anybody else.”

The little femme nodded and asked, curious and innocent.

“How punish?”

Megatron looked a little embarrassed then. He didn’t want to tell the little three vorns old femme how they were about to execute the traitors, it would give her nightmares! He thought of the right way to break the news to the little femme and said, a little smile playing on his lips.

“They will be executed, sweetspark. You know what that mean?”

She nodded a little shyly, and then answered proudly, because she knew the answer of daddy’s question.

“Mean bad mech made dead. That good! They mean! Take mamma!”

She pouted and her little lip trembled as tears were threatening to pour from her little optics. Starscream was gone for a month only and it was real hard on the sparklings. The triplets were causing havoc to get their father’s attention and the twins were too young to understand, fortunately. But it was way harder for the older sparklings, the triplets seekerlets and Amberjewel. The little femme understood enough to know her momma was gone for good and hurting a lot… But Megatron already decided he wouldn’t bring them to the execution the next day. Not the little femme or the twins. The triplets insisted on coming though… So he would grant their request. They were old enough to understand.

“Yes sweetie. Bad mechs are gonna be dead. They won’t hurt anyone else after that.”

Megatron’s optics darkened for a klick and his expression hardened. Amberjewel curled into his chassis and cooed softly, sad but content than the bad mechs were going to be dead. His thoughts wandered again to the next day and the way those two bastard were going to be executed. It was going to be nasty.

oOo

***Next day, the Execution, Iacon Central plaza.***

The place was crowded.

There were peoples everywhere to see the execution of the traitors. Rarely was this place that much crowded in the last couple of vorns because of the constant terrorist threat hovering above their heads. Megatron, Optimus and some other were standing in the stage where the execution was to take place, and the Lord Protector was waiting in silence, looking emotionless and cold as ice. Optimus was standing right behind him and looking a little worried for his brother. He had changed a lot since Starscream’s death and was colder, harsher and almost like he was during the war. That was worrisome… He didn’t wanted his brother to be hurt and sad like he seems to have become in the last month. He put a servo on his shoulder and said, in a quiet and concerned tune.

“Are you alright? I don’t think that you should be the one to execute the sentence, but it is our right. It looks like you want to exact personal revenge on the mechs, I hope you realise this.”

Megatron shrugged him off somewhat angrily and growled lowly. He didn’t answer right away, and Optimus took to himself to talk further. There were many things he wanted to tell his younger brother, things that shocked and worried him greatly over the last month. He kept silent and away too long; it was time to say what was on his mind.

“Megatron, I know what you goes through. I go through the same when Elita was killed, you know. But what you are doing… I know how you managed to get the information out of Soundwave, and I deeply disapprove this…”

Megatron turned finally to face his brother and said, maybe a little harsher than he wanted.

“Well, I don’t need your approval, Optimus! I am the Lord Protector, am I not? Let me deal with this kind of thing my own way! It worked; it’s the only thing that matters… And besides, I have all rights to want to make those two slaggers dearly. They took what I had the most precious from me!”

Optimus sighed and shook his helm. Megatron was still deeply hurt, and it wouldn’t go away in a mere month. It would take time… Optimus knew it just too well. He looked at his brother for a moment, but soon the sounds of the crowd raging make him look towards the CSD Prison gates, and he saw the two condemned mechs coming out, surrounded by guards and heavily chained. Prowl and his new Second, Jazz, where at the front and leading the way. There was a passage opened for the procession, large enough to avoid problems with the crowd, but some things were thrown at the two mechs nonetheless. Soundwave looked as emotionless as ever, looking forward and never wavering, even with a large metal piece hit him on the back of his helm. Shockwave was hard to read, as ever, as he didn’t have faceplates, but he was looking calm and collected, in peace with himself, in a way. The confession and apologies he gave Megatron were honest and he was ready to face his fate with pride.

TC and Warp were standing near the base of the stage with the triplets and only looked in pure hatred at the two mech when they came pass them. Silverstream thrown them a smalle piece of concrete and hissed, looking just like his mother when he was mad with this expression. Redstar stuck his glossa out and managed to escape Skywarp’s grasp to run towards the mechs and quickly kicked at the closest one’s ankle. It was Shockwave, and the purple mech looked down at the kid, but was harshly pushed forward, as the small seekerlet shouted, angry.

“Meanie! I’m glad you die!”

Warp finally managed to grab him and lifted him into his arms, so he couldn’t run away again. But he looked like he was dying to do the same thing… Soon the two mech and their escort were up on the stage and the two condemned were chained to the two cross-like supports on the middle of the stage. Thos supports were lined with cable that were hooked to a big generator behind the stage. Probably some kind of electrical or energy generator that would be part of the execution. And once they were both restrained to the supports, electrodes where hooked to every parts of their body, after parts of the armour were removed to expose the dermaplate below. None of the two mechs said a single word, and didn’t struggle when they were hooked like this.

Once it was done, Megatron stepped in front of them, a hard and cold look on his optics. When he spoke, facing the two condemned mechs, his voice was merciless and unforgiving. Optimus shot his brother another sad and disapproving look, which was ignored totally by said mech.

“Shockwave, you have been found guilty of High Treason, Conspiracy and Terrorism, aggravated by a countless amount of murders and attempted murders. The sentence had been spoken. You are condemned to be terminated by electrocution until all your circuits are fried. Do you have something to say before the sentence is executed?”

The purple mech stayed quiet and calm through this entire speech, and the only sign of his nervousness or fear was the little glint in his single optic. He looked strait in front of him; above the crowd assemble to witness his and his bondmate’s executions, not seeing them but looking at the Cybertronian violet sky above them. And then he spoke, voice calm and quiet. He wasn’t afraid of dying.

“I have, my Lord. I want to say that the only that was on my mind, from the very beginning and during the War, was Cybertron’s and the Cybertronian race’s glory and future. I may have chosen the wrong path to achieve it, but I can’t say I’m not glad I did it, because I would be lying. All I can say is that I am sorry for the sufferings I caused to so many peoples. Many of those deaths were war casualties, collateral damage.”

After that he fell silent as the crowd was raging, and TC and Warp came closer, each sides of Megatron and two steps behind him, and glared at the bounded mech with hatred. The triplets were growling and glaring at him too, holding into their uncles tightly, and Slipstream even said, his little head still patched and looking a little tired and weak.

“You lie, mean bot! You take mommy and make daddy sad! You hurt me and my brothers and little sisters!” he growled and glared more at the mech, then hid his little faceplates in TC’s shoulder, sobbing. “Mean bot deserves to be deactivated…”

Megatron looked at his son with a smile and nodded in approval, as TC was stroking the little seeker’s back to calm him down, when his two brothers, held by Skywarp, were glaring at the mean bot. He faced Shockwave again whom was now looking ashamed and had locked optics with the floor.

“Well, if there is all, we will proceed with the execution. Prowl?”

The black and with Datsun, looking stern and cold, only nodded once sharply and turned to face the command board on the large generator. Shockwave looked at him briefly and then locked optic in the void above the crowd, tensing. That was it; he was going to die now. Soon, a low humming sound came from the charging turbines and the red light on the activation switch was flashing quicker and quicker. When the hum became a steady and strong vibration, and the light stopped flashing, Prowl grabbed the switch and started to pull it down, until it fell into ‘on’ position with an audible ‘click’. But that was not the most important thing that happened then…

Shockwave’s frame suddenly arched like he was going to jump free from the restraints and sparkles of energy were running on his plating as a large amount of raw electricity flooded his circuitry. He let out a long, agonised scream when, one by one, his circuits frizzed and ceased functioning with audible ‘pop’ and ‘ping’. Smoke was rising from his frame and soon, his viocaliser died down in static. But he continue to arch and jerk under the energy assault, until finally it reached it’s peak and his single optic brightened unnaturally to a blinding with light before exploding in shards, letting an empty and smoking socket behind. There was a long and heavy silence in the crowd after that, everyone was looking at the blackened and smoking form of the deactivated mech with discomfort. Megatron looked at him with a closed expression, letting nothing show of what he was thinking.

oOo

In a dark corner of the stage, a shadow was looking too, and that shadow was happy to see his killer pay for his crimes. A little sad smile lightens his ghostly features and he couldn’t help but sent a pulse of gratitude and love to his mate. Starscream’s spark was calmer now, but he couldn’t go to the Matrix still. Something was preventing it. Something was blocking his path towards the afterlife, and he felt like he had to stay, like he was killed too soon. His time here wasn’t finished. He had to go and see his mate and sparklings again, he knew it. He’ll do it after the executions, tonight. He locked optics on the second of the traitors, Soundwave, and narrowed his optics. And waited for the execution to continue, his resolve strengthened.

It was about to start over again when he felt a call. Something was… Pulling at him, and he looked up. Above him, on the Cynertronian violet sky, a light was shining, and something was inside this light. Starscream looked in awe and primal fear at the Great figure he could make up in this light. He slowly left the ground and got closer and closer to the light, until it surrounded him completely and drowned him…

oOo

Soundwave was keening in both pain and despair as the bond with his mate was cur so abruptly. He had looked in deep distress as he was executed in front of his optics, struggling into his restraints to try to go to him, but it was no good, and soon he was nothing but a gaping hole in his spark. Megatron then stepped in front of him and the navy blue mech glared at him with hatred. His glare was met with equal coldness and loathing. Megatron had felt no joy nor relief or happiness at the traitor’s death. He only felt empty and dead inside. It didn’t help the pain at all, but at least, Starscream’s killer was dead, and it was in itself a relief.

All this craziness was over at last… The bombings, the deaths, the loss… All was over. Or it will be as soon as Soundwave join his bondmate in death.

“Soundwave, you have been found guilty of High Treason, Conspiracy, Terrorism and Stealing of restricted datas for the account of your Organization. For those crimes, the sentence is deactivation by electrocution until all your circuits are fried. Do you have something to say before the sentence is executed?”

The telepath looked at him and then at the crowd assembled in the plaza with hatred and loathing. The headband he was wearing was containing his telepathic powers, so he was powerless to arm them all, but he said something.

“You will pay for this, Megatron! You will all pay for this! I swear, I will exact revenge on all of those assembled her! This is a solemn vow! YOU WILL ALL PAY!”

Megatron jumped back as he yelled right in his faceplates and harshly gestured to Prowl to proceed, as the crowd was whispering in uneasy waiting, a little wave of worry washing through them all at the conviction and depth of the telepath’s words. The triplets were sobbing and hiding in their uncles chassis, afraid at those threats. Megatron growled as the generator finished charging and then, Prowl pulled the switch at the ‘on’ position and then, what happened would be engraved in the minds of each and every Cybertronians present there this day. When the energy started to flood through Soundwave’s circuits, he twisted and arched in pain, which was normal, but it also deactivated the headband he was wearing, and let his telepathic powers loose.

Many things happened at the same times then.

First, a powerful wave of telepathic energy was released, sending to each and every mind in a hundred miles radius from Soundwave’s position could feel exactly what he was feeling as the raw electricity was killing him. Everybody fell to their knees and writhed in pain, CPU overloaded by too much pain, and much passed out. Some even died or got comatose, and this was discovered later, after the ‘incident’. The mechs unrestrained telepathic powers were powered tenfold by the energy he was receiving and totally out of control…

Second, with the last of his strength and resolve, Soundwave managed to shout a last curse to all and every living Cybertronians. A curse that would let everyone afraid and flee home in dire panic because of the unwavering resolve and power behind those words.

“HA-A!... Y-YOU WILL A-ALL P-PA-AY! THE C-CYBERTRONIAN R-RACE I-IS D-DOOMED! D-DOOMED T-TO THE P-PITS! Y-YOU W-WILL A-ALL DIS-DISAPPEAR AND D-DIE! I S-SWEAR IT!”

And finally, all lights, energy sources and everything powered one way or another ceased to function when the telepath finally ceased to move or shout, finally dead. It was only than that Megatron and all of his men could get back up to their pedes and watched at the blackened, fried frame of the navy blue mech in sheer awe and a little fear. What was that?! Whatever it was, the crowd was fleeing the plaza in panic for those who still can, and emergency teams were tending the those who seemed hurt or unconscious.

In history, and for Vorns to come, this day will be remembered as one of the most frightening and important, because when the Cybertronian Race was indeed on the brink of extinction many many Vorns later, the curse that was shouted with a mech last breath this day will be remembered… Soundwave’s name will not be forgotten by Cybertronian history.

He will be remembered as the one who brought to them curse to their extinction.

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