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Title: Tyrant	By : Chaosdreamer Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER THREE
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"He Is Coming Out Of Stasis, Lord Megatron."

"At last." Firm pressure nudges the perimeter of his face, fingers dragging softly along metal cheek plates. "Turn your optics online, Optronix. I know that you are astir and aware."

Optronix senses his optics complying, screen pulsing white before a swimming fog of shadows and balls of bright light filled the mech's range of vision. Metal eyebrow ridges squint in confusion, trying to make sense of the bulky shadows looming over him. The bright bulbs bolted into the ceiling are the first to come into focus, fluorescent white causing his optics to sting from the sharp brightness. His chronometer indicated that he had been in compelled stasis for several full cycles.

He sharply brushes the hand upon his face away and attempted to prop himself up, sensors indicating that he lay upon a recharge bed, or some sort of medical table. Hands stopped him, coaxing him back down to return to lying flat. "Remain Still." The shadow on his left instructed. "Coordination and Balance Running At Minimal Capacity. Wait Until Optical Screens Become Focused."

"Where am I?" Optronix's optics worked harder, and the shadows begin to form into two mechs. Decepticon insignias stared down at him, the first manifestations rising into clear focus. "Oh, no..." He moaned, immediately realizing he was in the last place that he had hoped to be.

"Welcome back online, Optronix." Megatron's greeting matched the dark playfulness in his smile. "Happy to have you back with us."

"I'm not awake." Optronix rolled onto his side, back facing the Decepticon leader. "I haven't woken up from this nightmare." He wrapped both arms around his waist, seeking comfort and shelter.

Megatron sighed, "Soundwave?" He demanded impatiently, "Is he functioning adequately?"

'Soundwave' turns out to be a sapphire, visor red, alabaster-white Decepticon, face impassive behind a white faceplate, red visor offering no emotion. The mech answered Megatron's scrutiny. "Confirmed. Legs Now Operating, And Other Repairs Made. Used Opportunity To Wash And Polish Body, Due To Marks That His Systems Did Not Immediately Repair, And Purged The Remaining Dried Fluids."

Optronix moans internally, hiding his face away in embarrassment. He didn't need a reminder of his and Megatron prior interfacing, and Soundwave speaking about such things with the same monotone voice, as if merely discussing a change in Cybertron's weather patterns.

"Excellent!" Megatron congratulates the mech on a job well done. "And he is ready to be released as soon as his optics regains their bearing?"

"Yes."

"You have done well, Soundwave." Megatron turns away to peer over silver shoulder plate, optics noting the distant section of the large room. "You are probably eager to continue on your own projects. Just do not forget to inform me when your Cassetticons return to base."

"As You Command, Lord Megatron." Soundwave, dismissed by his leader, calmly returns to his previous engagement, striding to stand between two paralleled, set medical beds, a mech laid on each and silently awaiting the Decepticon.

Optronix hissed in surprise, recognizing the white and black mech, red chevron insignia upon his forehead. Prowl lays silent, still as death, face relaxed within deep stasis lock. Distant, black scorch marks riddle the officer's chassis and limbs, deep gouging wounds covered by large metal compresses that maintained the flow of resonating energon, assisting the mech's body to provide repairs for the extensive damage.

Almost hidden on the opposite side of Soundwave and Prowl's prone form, Optronix recognizes Jazz. The Autobot saboteur said and did nothing, only remains seated on a rickety metal chair, visor turned towards the unconscious Security officer, black hands holding the officer's lax hand between his.

The other mech, body painted vibrant red, helm bearing two smoothly rounded antennas, and frame formatted to accommodate the inlaid cassette chamber within his chest, cassette screen propped open. The unknown mech's white face shifts, a frown marring his lips as Soundwave reached into his own cassette chamber, sliding several thick cables from storage, and snapped the lines in place into the mech's bared internal chest components. A shudder rippled through the body, limbs twitching, reacting to the current of electricity as Soundwave reestablished the connection until now maintained, before his leader's interruption.

Optronix sensed the hands' approach, black fingers calmly turning his face away from Soundwave and his projects. "Get up, Optronix." Megatron slid an arm under the red and blue mech's shoulders, lifting him with ease. Optronix sat up, optics blinking bright then pale, adjusting to the elevated angle. He propped his forehead upon his hands, taking a moment to regain himself.

Megatron remained silent, patiently allowing Optronix the time necessary. Finally, feeling daring enough to try, Optronix swung his legs over to dangle down the side of the bed. With careful concentration, he slid from the bed and onto his feet—and the arm suddenly around his waist prevents him from crashing onto his aft.

"Don't rush it." Propped against Megatron's hip, Optronix wants to melt into the floor and slip through the cracks, face flushed in embarrassment and aggravation, body as weak as a sparkling and not cooperating with a single fragging command!

One klik ran into another, and he took sparkling steps, relieving the stiffness in his knee joints, cables and filaments stretching, shaking free the last scraps of stasis induced 'rust'. He hung onto the Decepticon like a cripple, held firmly against warm metal, beyond the point in time when he could manage to remain on his feet. "You can let go now." He muttered, not removing his optics from the floor.

"If you insist." Megatron took his precious time removing the limb, savoring each brush along Optronix's metal skin.

Optronix shot away from the Decepticon, nearly falling onto his aft a second time because of his hurry. Megatron followed patiently right on his heels as the mech approaches the doors, hurrying to stay as far away from the leader as physically possible.

The doors shot open before Optronix reaches them, sliding apart to reveal a red, white, and cobalt Seeker roughly matching Optronix's size except for the thrusters rising over the horizon of his shoulders made him appear larger and more menacing. Optronix immediately fell back, startled by the Decepticon Seeker's sudden appearance.

The mech's red optics dismissed the civilian, complete focus on the struggling white and red mech within his arms. Cobalt hands hold the resisting mech tight against the gold cockpit of his chest. Optronix was incapable of determining the shape or color of the struggling mech's antenna, given that the appendages are flashing a bright white and blue, emitting sharp snapping pops of static electricity.

"Soundwave!" Optronix leapt, again startled, this time however by the screeching pitch of the Seeker's voice box. "Your assumption was fragging worthless! Look at him now!" Hands still holding onto the mech, he shoves the smaller bot in Soundwave's general direction, shaking him roughly between tightly squeezing fingers. "Look at what I have to put up with! I am sick of this! I want you to do a memory wipe."

"Let me go!" The mech threw his weight against the Seeker, smacking his fists against the gold cockpit. "Inferno! I want to see Inferno!" He begged, shouting for that mystery mech that possesses his CPU. Sparks pop louder, metal antennas hissing from the heat.

The mention of that name only incites the Seeker into a further rage, a metal god rising from a molten sea of flames. "Shut your mouth!" He roared, pushing and forcing the mech deeper into Soundwave's laboratory, not giving his prisoner an inch to recover. "I'm sick and tired of listening to your constant whimpering. I'll rip out my antennas if I hear that name again! That infernal mech is gone! Get it through that thick helm of yours!"

Soundwave did not deign to avert red visor from his red mech and acknowledge the abrupt shouting invading the quiet of the Decepticon's workspace, although sapphire shoulders drooped minutely in a silent sign of acceptance. It appears he is not destined to be left alone for one cycle to work on his own projects without facing further interruption. "Bring Him." He waved a hand in the vague direction indicating the medical bed where Optronix once laid.

Megatron observed the occurring drama with only half-interest, unmoving while Starscream literally drags the red and white mech kicking and screaming. Once the Seeker and prisoner were finally past the mechs and leaving the doorway unhindered, the Decepticon throwing the smaller mech onto the bed, Megatron turned his optics away. Pushing at Optronix's back, his voice broached no argument. "Time to leave and allow Soundwave a measure of privacy while he works on his newest project."

"But what about him?" Megatron's bulk obstructed his view, peering over a shoulder to try to catch a glimpse of the shouting mech, screams escalating as Soundwave separates cables from the unknown, unconscious red mech, rising to join the Seeker beside the medical bed. Before he is led, more so pushed from the room, he catches sight of the two Decepticons pinning the mech flat, Soundwave's hands spreading wide upon each side of the struggling bot's helm.

"That is for Soundwave to decide." The doors slide shut behind them. Through the sealed entryway, Optronix hears another agonizing wail, precise words indiscernible, but the agony never mutes. "As a telepath, he is the most suited for determining the state of a mech's logic chips and mainframe."

"He's going to force himself into that poor mech's mainframe?"

Megatron shrugged carelessly, feeling no upset by the less then pure means of force or persuasion his operatives impose among their own personal endeavors. "If he will not bow, then Soundwave will merely... encourage him to bend."

Optronix prepares to say something, enraged and disgusted by the Decepticon's lack of caring that an innocent mech's mainframe was currently being forcefully hacked into and laid open like a mere datapad, naked and small under roving optics, when a sharp hiss arose from Megatron's comm link.

"Lord Megatron, Sir."

The Decepticon sighed in minute annoyance. "Not a moment of peace." He lifts a hand, establishing the connection. "What is it now, Shockwave?"

"I Wish To Speak With You, Sir. Immediately. In Regards To The Proceeding Development Of The Warheads, And Suitable Planetary Systems For The Establishment Of Energon Deposits."

"I see." Red optics flicker in Optronix's direction. "I will be there shortly."

The voice over the connection hissed through the brief static. "Confirmed."

Megatron cut his end of the link. "Would it be too much of me to trust you to stay out of trouble?" He turns, facing his 'guest'.

Optronix scowls, voice sullen. "Would I be too blunt in asking if there was any possible chance of me leaving this place unhindered or unscathed?"

"The guards have been informed of your presence." Optics flared bright, red flames holding him in place. "Also, they are aware not to cause unwarranted damage, but to use necessary force to hinder if you decide to leave the proximity of the base."

"So I should stay put, like a good little prisoner."

"You can explore the base, as my guest." Megatron corrects. "As long as you behave and wipe that pout from your face plates. These are the only rules: Do not leave the base, and do not enter any rooms or corridors that are barred or locked."

"That's it?" Optronix turns, optics following as the mech took his leave, heading in the direction of his update with Shockwave. "You really expect me to behave and do as you say?"

Megatron paused, long enough to deliver a sharp grin over his shoulder. "Do you really want to find out what will happen should you disobey me?" He inquires, optics assuring, burning in unsung warning, should his guest actually dare to test the trembling fragments of luck that maybe, maybe, offer a glimmer of a chance of escape from the Decepticon base.

Optronix, incapable of providing a sufficient answer, vocal processor muted by the large mech's underlined promising threat, left alone in the long corridor as Megatron continues on his way.

It is a long time before he is willing to test the fortitude of locked kneecaps, not needing to dread possibly crumbling into a heap, released of the oppressive optics and dark ominous presence.

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"Op-Optronix?"

He looks over a shoulder, catching sight of a familiar blue and red mech, microscope barrel mounted over the other's right shoulder. "Perceptor?"

The young scientist's dusky face split into a shy, yet elated grin. "It is you!" He laughs, joyful. Optronix meets him halfway, the mechs greeting the other with open arms, relieved to discover that a dear companion was alive and functioning well.

"I'm so glad that I found another friend." Perceptor mumbled into red curve of his shoulder.

"Oh, my friend, I wish we didn't have to meet in such a place." Optronix choked by the grip of relief and a tinge of regret to have a reunion within the vast halls of a Decepticon fortress. "There are others here as well?" His helm presses against the scientist's, absorbing the bulk and heat of the mech's comforting presence.

"Yes." Perceptor wriggled free, slipping loose from Optronix's hold, but hands remaining to clasp over his shoulders. "Several, in fact."
"I saw Prowl and Jazz." Optronix's optics shutter, memory banks recalling the image of the Security officer lying on a cold medical bed severely damaged, and the saboteur gripping the mech's limp black fingers. "What on Cybertron happened?"

"I don't know the entire story." Perceptor admits, "What I do know is that Prowl was assisting civilians when he fell under heavy fire.

"Did you happen to see another mech with him? Red, and with a cassette unit set into his chest?" Optronix nodded, encouraging the scientist to continue. "That's Blaster. From what I am aware, Soundwave had full intentions of capturing Blaster, but he also took Prowl when he came across the officer weakened and injured from his wounds. He took the measures to acquire Blaster because both he and Soundwave have the same basic formatting, and excel in communications. Prowl was an additional bonus, since he is an Autobot, as well as a Security officer."

"And Jazz?"
"Well..." Perceptor bit his lip. "That's a bit confusing. The only piece of information that I possess, is that Jazz refused to leave Prowl, and ended up following Soundwave when the Decepticon stabilized Prowl and organized transport back to this base."

"Are there any others?" Optronix asked. "Are there any other of our friends here?"

"I did manage to see Ratchet." Optronix's memory flickers, pulling up an image of a stern, yet empathetic red and white Autobot medic. "But only for a moment. Brought in by the mech known as Shockwave. I..." Perceptor trembled slightly, cowed by the memory of the Decepticon holding Ratchet prisoner. "I haven't seen him since. Shockwave has kept him confined for the past few orns, and only allows Soundwave and Meg-Megatron into his private chambers."

"But why?"
"Shockwave and Ratchet have met before...I think on the battlefields." Perceptor hushed as a guard strode past, red optics scanning the two mechs as the large soldier repeats patrol pattern down the length of the intersected corridors. The meek scientist wrapped his hands around Optronix's forearm, and both quickly hurried away, wanting to avoid further attention. "However small their encounters may have been, Shockwave personally requested that Ratchet be relinquished into his care."

"What do you make of all of it?" Optronix asked, pushing for further information.

"I don't know. But...given that Ratchet was injured as badly, perhaps worse than Prowl, he may be in the best care that he can get." The scientist admits in a hurried whisper. "There are only a handful of medics among the Decepticons, and fewer still who match Ratchet's skill. Shockwave is the only mech who possesses the skill to repair the damage that he's sustained."

'Ratchet...' Already several of his closest comrades were suffering due to the rage of the Decepticon forces and the attacks on Faon. From what he recollects witnessing from the highest floors of the city's Library, the Autobots had not stood a chance, outnumbered and outgunned. Like a small island facing a towering tsunami.

Moreover, he wanted to kick himself for not remembering the friend closest to him now, one who has suffered alongside but gone unnoticed or unmentioned. "I'm so sorry, Perceptor." Optronix apologized, sincerely regretting to ask about the scientist's welfare. "Here I've been so focused on everyone else's current welfare that I completely failed to question how you are doing."

"O-Oh!" Perceptor stutters, embarrassed by the sudden attention without warning focused upon him. "I'm all right! Really, Optronix. Considering how things might have occurred..." He leaves his words to die in silence.

"What did happen?" The doors in front open wide, conversing mechs continuing at a sedate pace. It was not as if there was any place to go outside of their current domicile, constrained accommodations or otherwise. "How did you end up here?"

Perceptor sighed, microscope barrel drooping. "Wrong place, wrong time," The admittance causes the mech to laugh, forcing a brief smile to alleviate the tension. "I was in the labs by myself, organizing my station for the next project assignment. I did not anticipate two Seekers suddenly crashing through the ceiling and nearly landing on top of me. They'd overshot another building, scanning for any Autobot squads taking refuge on various floors."

"Primus, to land inside the labs..."

"Yes, thank goodness all of the more noxious and combustible chemicals were properly stored away, for once." Perceptor tugged on his arm, indicating to take a left turn when they reached an intersection in the halls. "The other way leads to the Stadium and the Pit." He informed, noting Optronix's questioning gaze. "You don't want to go there if you are required."

"The Decepticons host Pit Fights?" Optronix was horrified.

"That is the more tame uses." Perceptor was clearly uncomfortable talking about it. "More appropriately, it's where the Decepticons host the Executions."

Optronix quickly works to shift the direction of their conversation. "The Seekers?" He encouraged the scientist to continue.

"Several of Megatron's more bloodthirsty and most dangerous soldiers, Perceptor's face relaxed, relieved by the shift, "Thundercracker and Skywarp. Their wingmate, Starscream, captured an Autobot several floors below the labs. He captured Red Alert, one of the newest Autobots who shows great knowledge and skill within security and safety details."

'The Decepticon who burst into Soundwave's lab. And the poor mech he dragged inside with him...' Optronix frowned in thought. "I may have seen this Starscream and Red Alert not too long ago. This Seeker was dragging a red and white mech into Soundwave's lab, demanding that Soundwave perform some sort of memory wipe."

"Poor Red Alert. Starscream is terrifying, even compared to Skywarp and Thundercracker. Matters far worse, Red Alert is still grieving after losing his partner, Inferno. I don't think the mech survived Faon's collapse through the Decepticons' barrage."

"I don't think anyone will escape." Optronix's voice tolls hollow, ringing as emptily as his Spark. Aching with the knowledge that so many may still perish at the hands of Megatron's army. "Cybertron is falling beneath the hands of a tyrant. I dread that every city will collapse within his palm."

Perceptor's next whisper sounded equally bleak. "I wish I could say something to disagree with your assessment, but I don't think there is anyone or anything left that could stand against the Decepticons now. After Sentinel Prime fell at Megatron's hands, the Autobots scrambled to determine the next leader, and appointed Ultra Magnus as the next Prime. But even bearing the Matrix, Maximus Prime can't recover the Autobots' numbers and endurance rapidly enough to continue a fight that many feel is already lost."

They allowed a moment of silence, each contemplating personal dark thoughts.

After a long time passed, Optronix's whisper escapes, desperately asking, "Have you heard about or seen Ariel?"

"Ariel?" Perceptor blinked. "N-No. I mean, yes! She is here inside the base as well; taken prisoner by the first wave of soldiers. I found her name among the announced lists of mechs and Autobots held imprisoned. But I haven't actually seen her." He cautions, not wanting Optronix' hopes to rise too high.

"I see." Relief leaves his vents weak, a small smile spreading across his face. "I'm just glad to hear that she is okay. Not entirely safe, by any means, but intact nonetheless."

"We are all walking on sharp glass, it seems." Perceptor admits. "Being at the mercy of our captors is like sleeping in a den of mechlions. I'm always afraid that I will witness the Seekers' logic circuits crack, and punishment befalls another helpless mech."

"They attack other mechs indiscriminately?"

"Indiscriminately? Not by their definition." Perceptor shudders, optics dimmed. "Just a cycle ago, during the time that you were probably still in stasis, a young femme that I knew from the labs approached me. Before I knew it, she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me close, ecstatic to find another mech who had survived the Decepticon attack.

"We...Neither of us saw Skywarp or Thundercracker coming down the hall, returning from a short reconnaissance mission, rendezvousing after they'd finished with their report to Megatron." The scientist wrapped red and cobalt arms around his waist, wilting right before Optronix's optics. "Before I knew what was happening, the femme was ripped away from me. I fell back onto the floor from a hand hitting my chassis, helplessly watching as the two Seekers began tearing her to pieces."

"Perceptor..."

"They left her there, Optronix, after they were done." He whimpered, his dark face pinched in agony. "All that poor femme did was wrap her arms around me....And they left her while she was still functioning and bleeding energon all over the floor! They did not let me attempt to tend to her wounds, dragging me away no matter how many times I begged for them to let me go back to her and stop the bleeding. By the time I managed to slip free from the Seekers, and find my way back, the cleanup drones were removing the last stains of energon from the walls."

"But it was only a misunderstanding." Optronix says in disbelief. "To attack so aggressively without a moment to contemplate the severity of their actions. One unarmed femme is no match against two Seekers!"

"Starscream performed an act similar to another mech." Perceptor continued, futilely rubbing at the translucent fluids trickling from shuttered optics, black fingers masking his face. "Red Alert was, and still is, traumatized by the loss of Inferno. One of the few times that Starscream allowed him access outside of his chambers, Red Alert stumbled across a Decepticon soldier who bore a startling resemblance to his partner. Red Alert threw himself into the mech's arms, calling, 'Inferno!' until his vocal processors were strained."

"Oh, no." Optronix sensed the direction of Perceptor's retrospection. "Starscream arrived, and stumbled across them."

"Worse was the fact that the Decepticon soldier was not entirely displeased to have Red Alert in his arms. I wouldn't know what would be worse for Red Alert...to be at that Decepticon's mercy, or Starscream's?" Perceptor illustrates, elaborating the events further. "Starscream took a microsecond to rip Red Alert from the mech's arms and out of the way before literally ripping the Decepticon's arms off." The scientist took a moment, taking a deep breath through his vents, regaining his composure. "It was awful. The sight of so much energon and fluids from the injured mech sent Red Alert into shock. Several of the Constructicons forced to act as improvised medics and attend to him since the horror of Starsrcream's brutality proved too much for his logic boards to process. Megatron had to intervene to stop Starscream from bludgeoning the soldier into deactivation with his own severed limbs."

Optronix leaned against the wall, needing the solid strength of its unwavering support. "What senseless displays of rage and aggression." He whispered, "The Decepticons could disintegrate from the dissention and killings among their ranks."

Perceptor could not help but chuckle dully. "If you think that the Decepticons are brutal among other soldiers, you should see how they behave in the Pit."

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Perceptor's dark premonition would prove correct.

Nevertheless, a sliver of light shone brightly a while before Megatron locates Optronix, after finally closing his meeting with Shockwave.

Optronix and Perceptor separated not long ago, the scientist's shoulders stiffening when a sleek blue Seeker and menacing black and purple Seeker approach. Perceptor stuttered a short farewell, stepping away at the same time the Seekers were within arm's length.

"There you are!" The darker one snaps up Perceptor, slinging an arm around the smaller mech's waist, nearly pulling the scientist off his feet. "Need to stick a GPS chip on your aft since you keep running off."

"I just wanted some time alone." Perceptor shook his head quickly, facing the archivist's direction, optics catching sight when Optronix took a step forward to either speak or act in an effort to assist him.

The blue Seeker joined his dark partner, the two's wing blades overlapping. "Come on, Skywarp." He bumped a wing against his brother's, redirecting his attention. "We need to go if we want a good seat."

Skywarp bared silver teeth in a grin. "Yeah..." He shifted to allow the other Seeker to slide an arm around Perceptor's shoulder, the scientist squeaking weakly as he was compressed between the two Decepticons. "Lead the way, Thundercracker."

Optronix could not help but shrink as two pairs of red optics flicker over him, assessing his presence and his proximity with Perceptor. The optics transfer, attention swiftly gone, deems the mech as unimportant and little interest, much to his and Perceptor's shaky relief.

"Perceptor--" He said the name softly, not knowing what to do as the two Seekers continue down the hall, his friend in tow.

"It's okay." Perceptor whispered just outside the range of the Seekers' hearing range, timid voice reassuring Optronix. "I'll see you sometime later."

Optronix stood, unable to prevent from worrying while watching helplessly, his friend rudely carried off, snug between the large mechs who bullied the mech into following their lead. 'How is everything remotely okay?' He wondered, not soothed by his friend's quiet promise. 'How are any of us okay when we're afraid to be in the company of our own brothers and sisters?'

The hallway around him grew much bleaker, hollow and silent aside from the low hum of lights and equipment tucked away in various rooms.

Repeatedly looking over his shoulder in the direction that the three mechs have disappeared and gone, Optronix decides he has no option but to continue his cruising trek. He takes numerous turns and descended several levels, backtracking when he came across a sealed corridor with two soldiers guarding the entryway.

"Not for your optics." One soldier warned the red and blue mech, arms crossed over a large black chest. The soldier's companion rests a clawed hand over a large blaster slung over his shoulder, sharp talons beating a low tune across the weapon's smooth skin. "Turn around and keep going."

Almost a breem later, he was now completely lost. Thankfully, he did not stumble across any armed sentries like before, but the worry for Perceptor and frustration over his imprisonment spiked. He curses lowly, cracking a metal foot into the wall, venting the frustration rattling his compactor.

The loud clang of metal against metal invariably drew the attention of another.

He flinched, catching the sound of running feet, but the familiar voice caused him to spin around, "Optronix!"

"Ariel?" His face expressed his hope and surprise. "Ariel!"
"Optronix!" Ariel's voice box was a mixture of laughter and tears, pink heels clicking as she covers the distance separated between them. Optronix caught her momentum, lifting the femme off her feet. He buried his face into her neck, holding her too tight, but neither have the Spark to complain.

"Ariel..." His voice trembled, overjoyed and Spark aching at holding the familiar form within his arms. "You're okay."

"Yes!" Ariel clings to him, burrowing into the warmth and safety of his larger arms and chassis. "I'm so happy...Optronix, I thought you wouldn't make it out of the city alive..." She sobbed, lip components trembling. "I thought that I'd lost you."

"Shhhh..." Optronix hushed, sweeping his hands up and down her slim back. "It's all right." He soothed. "I'm here."

Ariel rose onto tiptoes, and Optronix gasped helplessly surprised by her boldness as lips met. Ariel cupped his face, optics darkened as she savored the familiar taste.

Optronix's optics fell black, joining her in appreciating their reunion.

They disengage with a soft sigh, optics coming online and meet. Sharing shy grins, the mechs rested their helms together. "I've seen Ratchet and some of the other Autobots." Ariel whispered into the small space between them.

"Perceptor told me that he was severely damaged."

"Yes." Ariel confirmed. "He took a hit while trying to tend to an injured soldier. I wasn't too far away, but I didn't see the actual impact."

"Ariel!" Optronix jerked back, looking at his lover in confusion. "Primus, why were you so close to the battle? You should have evacuated to the nearest shelter!"

"I couldn't." Ariel turned her helm, not meeting his gaze. "I couldn't leave my comrades."

"...What?" His Spark clenched. "What are you saying? You were among the Autobots?" She nodded in admission. "Ariel, you are a civilian. You put yourself in unnecessary danger!"

"I decided to take the risk!" Ariel defended her actions. "I wanted to remain with the other soldiers!"

'The other soldiers...'

Those words echoed in his helm.

"You've joined..." Optronix stopped, turning his helm away. Clearing his throat, he mustered a shaky breath. "When were you going to tell me that you've joined the Autobots?"

"I am not a soldier yet. I was stationed to bear the Autobot insignia shortly after my arrival in Faon." Meeting Optronix's disbelieving and hurt face, Ariel tried to muster strength into her conviction. "The Autobots need us to help them fight the Decepticons before their forces swallow Cybertron!" She clutched at his forearms, but he refused to meet the femme's optics. "I don't want to stand by and watch any more cities fall!"

"How can you explain any mechs fighting when most has no experience in combat?" Optronix slid his arms free, turning away from her. "Your proposal would condemn untrained soldiers into an early downfall."

"It's not like that." Ariel cried softly, hands clenching into small fists. "I only want to help Cybertron."

"Then help!" Optronix spun around, optics burning. "Help the civilians, help the medics, help the sparklings find shelter and protection! But don't deem who should and shouldn't fight when most are too afraid and don't know what it is they will face!"

Ariel shrunk under Optronix's raised voice. "I...I am." She pushed forward, reaffirming a grip on his forearms. "And I need your help."

"What?" Optronix pulled back, but she held on. "You want to attempt a coup while deep within the heart of a Decepticon fortress?!"

"There is no other choice!" Ariel insisted. "You've heard of or seen some of the other mechs here! I can't let them stay here at the Decepticons' mercy. The information and experience they possess would be too valuable of an addition to their forces. Not only Prowl and Blaster, but also Ratchet! The Autobots have so few medics remaining, because the Decepticons seized and force them into repairing their wounded soldiers, that we need Ratchet to be returned, and quickly!"

"That's impossible." Optronix resisted, wishing for the femme to listen to logic. "What you're prescribing is impossible. Ratchet and Prowl are too severely injured. You will never be capable of safely moving them. Do you honestly think that the Autobot captives are not being closely monitored? You'll never be able to slip out of the fortress on your own, let alone with any of the others."

"There is a way." Ariel persisted in her efforts to sway him, "I discovered a way out, at a time that there is a switch in the guards. We could make it!"

"Ariel..."

"Please, Optronix. I need you to help me."

"But…how do you expect this to work—"

Ariel doesn't provide him the opportunity to finish his sentence. "No more." She interrupts, looking left and right quickly, scanning the length of the corridor. "Not here. Please, Optronix. Just wait. I'll find you when the time is right, and we'll escape from here." She laid out her plan. "I may be able to get Red Alert and Ratchet away, but I'll need your help."

"This won't work." Optronix insists, shaking his helm in weak resistance. A part of him wanted to help Ariel so badly, but another screamed that her plan would never survive. "There are too many variables to consider."

"Trust me. I need you to trust me." Ariel pulled away, their hands and fingers slipping together until she was out of reach. "I need you with me, Optronix."

Optronix clenched his optics, gaze narrowing as he struggled with himself. "....When you're ready..." He forces out, finally. "...I'll help you. I don't want you to pull this stunt on your own."

Ariel's face broke into a happy relieved smile. Optronix turned away, not wanting to witness the hopeful trusting face that she was placing upon him. "Thank you! Thank you, Optronix! You won't regret this, I promise."

She spun around and darts away, taking off at a run back the way she had come.

Once again, Optronix finds that he is again alone. He waits until her footfalls disappear, and releases a defeated sigh through his vents. His chin drops, beaten down by the weight pressing down upon his shoulders and the pain igniting in his Spark. 'There are so many ways that this attempt could fail. We will pay dearly if it does.'

He startled at the snap of metal wings above his head. Tilting his face upward, Optronix is surprised to catch sight of a sturdy red and black flying mech, resembling an organic aerial creature. The small mech's features correspond to an organic falcon, or some other bird of prey. Optronix does not possess the knowledge about many organic creatures, and he is unqualified to identify the mech's resembling organic cousin. "Oh! Hello there." He carefully greets the mech peering down at him from high metal rafters, not knowing whether the small mech can comprehend his words...but no matter. Optronix labors to appear less intimidating, wishing not to appear as a threat to his observer peering down at him with a tilt of its slender neck.

The small mech's optics flares bright red, hypnotizing bright. A snap and its wings open, and the mech dropping and sailing effortlessly through the air. With one beat, then two, it reaches the end of the corridor, performing a sharp turn to disappear down an adjacent hallway.

'I wonder if it lost track of its owner,' He wondered, 'I've never seen such a mech. Its creator must be worried if the little one has been gone for too long.'

Optronix's musings cut short as another, but far more resounding approach of footsteps converging towards his position. He remains where he stands, waiting to see who would be turning the corner.

Not to his surprise, but to the mech's overt dismay, Megatron transverses the blind corner and approaches, "You appear to be making an utmost amount of effort to remain lost." The Decepticon greets, followed by the sharp edges of red optics narrowing when Optronix shrinks back at his arrival.

"It hasn't really worked well." Optronix holds firm to his ground with an extreme amount of willpower, absorbing the familiar menacing sight of Megatron and the black cannon atop his forearm and the silver tank barrel over his shoulder.

"Is that sarcasm that I detect?" Megatron inquired, pushing into Optronix's personal proximal space. Optronix shrank back further until his shoulder blade bars meet the wall. "I'm beginning to think that you don't enjoy my company."

The smaller mech kept his lips components pressed firm for a moment, restraining the few first statements that burst into existence within the confines of his CPU. He does not wish to say anything further that may land him in hot water; he senses that he is already at the end of Megatron's patience. Being obstinate would not help his current position. It would be in his best interest to tread lightly and carefully.

"Not at all, Lord Megatron," He mumbles, for the moment submitting beneath the red optics threatening to burn laser tracks through his helm.

The Decepticon's mood shifts dramatically, appearing greatly pleased, mollified by Optronix's willingness to abide his presence. While Megatron, not remotely fooled by the suddenness of the mech's impulsive compliance, he is willing to extort the opportunity fully. "If that is the case, then I am eager for you to join me." He waves an arm, indicating that Optronix proceeds.

"Where are we going?" Optronix reluctantly joins him, the two walking together at a matched pace, Optronix copying the other's sedate walk.

"Ohhhh..." Megatron's smile possessed the warmth of a sated serpent. "Just to go and view a bit of entertainment."

Optronix's compactor balks. Somehow, he begins to sense that his definition of entertainment, and Megatron's, are entirely different.

He does not feel entirely confident about the events that are about to ensue.

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The Pit sits cold and silent, crouching down like a dark wary beast, within the center of the stadium, on the bottommost level, a blackened optic echoing the depths and blackness of the corridors of Hell. Viewing levels rose over ten stories above the massive arena, mechs filling the platforms up to the ceiling.

The arena could hold almost a hundred gladiator mechs. A raised platform sits in the middle of the arena floor. Optronix suspects that that is how most fighters arrived to participate in the fights, perhaps more fighters joining the Pit's center by leaping from the stadium's rough partitions that would shield onlookers from any stray weapon fire.

Lined with metal walls that rose over a hundred of feet to the first viewing level, the Pit was a monster in size and at first sight. Optronix falters, halting in a dead stop while following Megatron through the open doors, the Decepticon nodding minutely to the standing guards, who bend into a low bow at his presence.

"This way," Megatron summons him forward, and Optronix follows. The Decepticon strides purposely towards a designated platform housing a raised dais, with a steel throne sitting quiet and ominous at the dais's crest. Positioned at the throne's left and right hand, plush, sturdy red chairs lined the edges of the dais, forming a circular perimeter that could seat nearly twenty mechs. This seating level possessed the best viewing area, and was available only to Megatron and his more outstanding lieutenants and officers.

Optronix's head lifts, catching sight of Perceptor sitting between Skywarp and Thundercracker on the throne's right seating arrangement. Perceptor appears extremely uncomfortable, arms tucked close at his sides. The Seekers have no similar restraints, arms thrown over each other's shoulders, ultimately tucking the scientist in tighter. On a slim table in front of the three mechs, a single full glass of high-grade energon sits untouched, while the glasses in the Seekers' hands are almost drained dry.

On the throne's left, Red Alert sits alone, arms wrapped loosely around his waist. He was conspicuously turned partly away from the direction of the Pit, attention focused on a small scuff mark upon the floor. In front of him and on the table, another cup of energon sat untouched.

'Starscream is also conspicuously absent,' Optronix is quick to note. 'From what Perceptor described to me, that sounds highly unusual, especially for the mech to abandon Red Alert for too long.'

Expecting Megatron to take his place upon the throne, Optronix counted on taking a seat on an available spot on the perimeter. Since there were only the Seekers and Perceptor on one side and Red Alert on the other, there were seats aplenty to choose. Optronix went to the seats on the left, moving to sit beside the lone red mech.

He yelps sharply as a silver arm coiled around his waist, pulling him back to fall nearly into Megatron's lap. To his surprise, the throne provides ample room between both of the mechs, but the Decepticon did not allow Optronix to sit within the free space, instead actually pulling the red and blue mech flush against his side. The arm remains slung around Optronix's waist, even while he wriggles pointedly to try to slip loose.

Megatron props his elbow on the arm of the throne, accepting the large flask of energon from a servant droid holding a effortlessly balanced tray, bowing its head low towards the Decepticon leader when relieved of its burden. "What do we have today?" He asked the two Seekers, after taking a deep swallow of high-grade from his cup.

"Another Autobot," Skywarp runs a fingertip up and down the ridge of Thundercracker's shoulder plate. Perceptor flushes bright red, painting dark facial plates bright as the blue Seeker's fingers answer by sliding to ascend and descend across the scientist's red thigh. "He wants to be set free." Skywarp bared teeth in a sharp snarl, enunciating his words with a cruel hiss.

"You're forcing Autobot prisoners to fight inside the Pit?" Optronix pushed his hands against Megatron's chest, wanting further space. His optics peered up at the silver mech's face, demanding an answer.

Megatron shrugs one shoulder disdainfully. "They are given several choices. One, to remain a prisoner and face the consequences that follow. Two, to revoke their allegiance to the Autobots and serve me. Or three, if neither of the other choices suits them, then leave free and unharmed from this base if they can win a fight in the Pit." He swirled the glowing lavender drink within its prison, chalice gleaming bright by the swimming fluid's whirlpool movement. "I am not responsible for the choices that they make."

"But you're sentencing them to death either way!" Optronix hissed. "Just how many prisoners do you think can stand a chance in a fight after most of them are either wounded or exhausted from the prior battle in Faon?"

"Again, that is their choice. Not mine."

Optronix scowled, refusing to look at the mech as he finds himself tucked back against his side. Megatron is unwilling, or incapable, of accepting the dismal outcome of forcing Autobots to choose between servitude, or deactivation.

A loud metal gong sounds, startling him from his barbed, painful thoughts. The crowd of Decepticons that had taken their seats on all viewing levels roared, making the room quake with their combined voice.

Skywarp howled, while Thundercracker laughs, joining his brother in banshee howls, "Bring it!" Red Alert clapped his hands over his antennas to drown out the sensor-numbing answering roar from the crowd.

"Bring forward the challenger!" Megatron's voice commands.

A large mech standing guard on the opposite end of the stadium, upon a fortified walkway, bowed in the leader's direction, and twists the lever to open the platform's gates.

The floor panels split wide, spreading to allow a large lift to break the surface of the platform. Once in place, the lift platforms locks, seams invisible as pressure forces geysers containing clotted dust particles to shoot up hissing into the air. A blue and green mech, an Autobot, stood straight, optics unwavering as the crowd howled in fury at the sight of the red insignia stenciled into the mech's chest.

Megatron does not stare down the Autobot from high above the Pit floor, indifferent towards the mech's presence nor the hot glare aimed towards the Decepticon leader, arctic blue optics promising painful deactivation. The Decepticon leader merely swirls the high-grade around in his chalice, pondering the swirling, vibrant drink, "Your weapon?" He demanded.

The Autobot sneered at the Decepticon leader. "You would trust me with a blaster?" The mech asks.

The Decepticon chuckles, mocking his inquest, "Hardly," Smirk twisting his lips, Megatron's sneer is ugly, gloating the weakened Autobot's position, daring, or completely foolish, to maintain an obstinate air. "I wouldn't put it past you to aim the weapon elsewhere."

A flush dances across the Autobot's faceplates, but he responds with nothing.

"Show the Autobot the arsenal he has to choose from." Megatron waved a hand in another Decepticon's direction.

This particular soldier palms a hand flat and slid open a panel upon the wall beside him, revealing an imposing cache of energon blades, energon whips, and large metal swords.

"......" The Autobot's optics flicker over the wide array of weaponry, confidence dimming as he surveyed weapons he wasn't familiar in handling, memory banks possessing no adequate files to offer additional information. "The battle axe…" He said finally.

The Decepticon soldier pulls out the weapon indicated, and tosses it effortlessly down to the fighter. The mech catches the weapon, testing the weight of sharp instrument within one hand. He finds the correct switch hidden in the long handle, causing the axe to snap into life, violet electricity cracking across the axe's sharp edge and surface. "I'm ready." His bravery was poignant, but falls short against the number of mechs eager for his energon to paint the floor, and quench the dust's thirst.

"Who will challenge?" Megatron intones, addressing the Decepticons in the stands above. The audience's breath halts, vents suddenly still, awaiting the challenger who would step forward from their ranks.

"WHO ELSE!"

The Decepticons sitting upon the prominent platform did not flinch, but Perceptor, Red Alert, and Optronix jerk aback as Starscream falls from the sky like a mechanical angel of destruction, thrusters buoying his fall as he effortlessly lands in the Pit. The Seeker swoops low in a graceful dip, bowing his head in mockery towards the Autobot, a large saber grasped in cobalt hand. Starscream spins the blade over his head, igniting the crowd, answering their cheers by sparking the blade into life, causing the metal to burn bright red from high pulses of energy.

His Seeker brothers went wild. "Do it!" They shout.

Optronix could not help but curl into Megatron's bulk, horror staining his faceplates as he stares at the Seeker and his garish weapon within the Pit. 'Starscream won't show mercy; he only wants the mech's life fluids. He'll kill him.' In an instant Optronix knew the mech's fate, preparing for the fact that the Autobot would not leave the Pit floor alive.

"Anytime you want to start, Starscream." Megaton acknowledges Starscream's enthusiasm to begin the fight quickly, unveiling a grin in smug approval at his soldier's fervor.

"With pleasure," Starscream purrs in poisonous pleasure, vocal processor hissing in painful delight, enunciating every high-pitched syllable. His rival shivers under the Decepticon's unwavering gaze, red venom promising slow ruin.

The Decepticon flew at the other mech, and the Autobot could barely lift his weapon in time to block the saber rushing towards his throat. Weapons meet, releasing a pulsing blast on impact that shook the floor. The blue and green mech shook visibly, straining with the effort to hold the Decepticon and weapon back. Starscream's dark face splits into an evil grin, composed and showing not an ounce of strain as he shoves the mech off-kilter with an underhanded kick into his solar plexus.

Optronix gasped, wrapping an arm around his waist, copying the Autobot's gesture as the mech grimaced and holds the injured section of metal. He can only block and parry, not allowed the chance to lunge towards the Seeker and try to strike a blow.

Megatron hums thoughtfully, watching the fight with a small amount of interest. "Playing with the mech, I see." Noting the casual way the Seeker danced along the edge of the Autobot's reach and callously toyed at the desperate efforts to beat him back.

Blades mix and clash, and spit electricity, and the Autobot screamed in pain as Starscream's weapon sliced diagonally across his face, cracking open an optic glass pane and severing the stretch of the right face plate.

The crowd screamed in bloodlust, drunk over the sight of warm splashes of energon upon the ground.

"Primus..." Optronix whispered, hunkering down, shielding his optics from the sight of the mech's ruined face weeping tears of energon and oil.

"Hn," Growing bored of the spectacle, Megatron turns away, taking another deep drink from his chalice. "This won't be over for a while." He sighs, forcing himself to remain patient while enjoying the crowds' excitement.

Blinding his sight from the slow carnage occurring in the Pit, Optronix's antennas and audio receptors forced to endure the sounds of battle and rending limbs, and the cheers of the crowd fueled by the slaughter. Starscream's victim cried out repeatedly, obviously falling against the sharp edge of many sharp blows and damaging strikes.

Megatron decides to amuse himself while the Seeker continues his play. Slipping the arm up from Optronix's waist, he cups the mech's chin, tilting his face upwards. Pained, dimmed optics stare up, the archivist trembling minutely from the horrible cries coming from the Pit. "Here…" Megatron brings the cup of energon to Optronix's lips. "This will distract you."

Optronix clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head in stubborn refusal. Megatron knows that the mech does not handle high-grade very well, easy prey for the potent elixir. Optronix refusing to provide the mech alternate entertainment from the slow agonizing torture of the Autobot Pit fighter.

Not budging, the Decepticon is silently insistent, pushing the brim of the cup against Optronix's lip components. When silver lips continue to refuse admission, Megatron widens the stretch of his fingers, and carefully probes the soft dermal metal between Optronix's upper jaw and mandible.

The blunt pressure forces Optronix's lips to part, and the brim breaks the seam, energon seeps steadily into his mouth. His throat clenches, tracheal sensors incited by the burn of high-grade, a cough breaking weakly as the stream of liquid pours down, trickles of violent escaping the corner seams of his mouth, dotting the mech's silver chin.

Megatron pulls the cup away, satisfied, while Optronix continues to cough around the high-grade that burns a path down his throat. He catches the escaping tendrils of energon dripping from the red and blue mech's lips, and peppering the Decepticon's chassis. "You really can't handle high-grade." He notes, carefully clapping the mech's back to ease his deepening coughs.

"You--" He coughs one last time, vents barking loudly, expelling the trace of the high-grade's internal touch and elicited response. "You know that already," Optronix wheezes, head and CPU already woozy from the potency of the drink.

"Try drinking it without me having to feed you like a sparkling." Megatron brings the cup back to his lips.

Already falling under the warmth of the high-grace, and too tired to force such futile struggles against the mech's insistences, their fingers intertwine when Optronix wraps his hand over the wide mouth of the cup, accepting the flow of energon as the flask tilts for easier access. His face pinches with the effort, steadily drinking the intoxicating fluid, a mew of displeasure scrunching the silver skin around the smaller mech's optics. Optronix's throat works regularly in measures to ease the fluid down forced to continue until over half of the cup's contents are finished.

Megatron pulls the chalice away, tilting it back to swallow the last dregs of the high-grade. Once empty he discards the empty flask by negligently tossing the hollowed vessel over his shoulder in the general direction of the servicebots. The Decepticon runs glossa over and up his lips, chasing the remaining flavor. He snaps his fingers, summoning another bot to deliver another flask, downing the second in only four deep swallows.

Optronix finds that he's thankful that no more is proffered, the half a cup's encroaching sway reminiscent to the last night he and Megatron had shared, the previous dockworker placed in a stupor from too much to drink. Like back then, he could barely hold his head up off both shoulders, lolling against the support of Megatron's bulk.

The drink is doing its work. Pushed so far under the influence, CPU and audio receptors drowning beneath a sea of rushing, roaring tide of warmth that the fight down in the Pit was nearly over before he even realized.

Beaten and soaked in energon, two limbs barely attached to his torso by straggling wires, the Autobot lay broken at Starscream's feet. The Seeker presses a cruel foot into the mech's chest, pinning him down even though the act proves unnecessary, his rival too badly weakened to offer struggle.

Starscream turns partway to face the platform and Megatron's throne, face tattooed with steaming energon from the injured mech. The Seeker hefted his saber into the air. "What say you?" He demands, pumping the arm and blade up, oil and lubricants streaming from the blade and down the elevated limb.

Megatron feigns deep thought, the long pause inciting the crowd to begin a roaring chant. "Till All Are One!" Smirking balefully, he accepts the stadium's answer as his own.

"Finish it as you desire, Starscream."

Laughing maniacally, Starscream spins back onto the weakened prey. Bringing the blade over his head, he shouts, hailing the crowd surrounding the Pit. "Till All Are One!"

The saber cuts downward, Seeker straddling his victim and forcing the blade through the Autobot's chassis to bury into the Pit floor. Metal blade slashed through vitals, forcing up a wave of pressurized energon that bursts forward from the mech's mouth and pools out from the opposite side underneath his back.

In one instant, Spark snuffed out of existence, the body slackens, limp, optics fading into black and mouth spread open in an expression of horrid shock and excruciating pain.

"And so it ends." Megatron holds Optronix firmly to prevent him from losing his balance and slipping to the floor, gaze befuddled as he tries to watch the floor and convince it to stop moving, "Probably for the best, judging by how you look, Optronix."

The red and blue mech hangs onto him for dear life, fingers digging into his forearms. "Ugh...bastard..." He mumbles. "Drunk...murdering glitch..."

"You wound me." Megatron is aware of the two Seekers beside him chanting along with the crowd, the scientist covering his head, fearing that high-grade would escape from the Decepticons' cups due to the mechs' intensified spirits. "We better take our leave before the party really starts."

"Gentlemechs," Megatron summons the Seekers' attention as he stands, holding the entirety of Optronix's weight since the mech's legs were not cooperating. "Enjoy the revelry, but try not to get too badly fried."

"Us?" Thundercracker affects a look of hurt. Optics blinks repeatedly in a coy gesture of innocence. "You're cruel to assume such a thing, my Lord."

Perceptor squeaks as he's tackled flat upon the wide seats, Skywarp apparently trying to suffocate him with his larger bulk. "Just a bit of fun and play," The dark Seeker promises, Perceptor yelping as the energon does escape and dyes the seats violet. "We'll be up and charged for reconnaissance tomorrow."

"Leaving us so soon, Lord Megatron?" Starscream lifted into the air from the lower level of the Pit with a concentrated firing of thrusters, rising level to the platform and moving to join his wingmates.

"I have more pressing matters that are in need of my attention." Megatron assures, not missing the way Starscream's body was emitting intense bursts of heat, vents working overtime. He tilts his helm, assessing the mech's flushed appearance, red, white, and cobalt form releasing telltale pulses of energy. Apparently, the excitement was spreading below the cone as well. "But do make yourself comfortable and enjoy the party."

"Ohhh, I will." Satisfied by the kill but not remotely sated in body, Starscream takes his proper place beside the reluctant red and white mech who tries to shift away when he is sitting down. Cobalt hands pull Red Alert closer until the cooling splashes of energon upon the Seeker's face reflect in wide blue optics. "I'll suffer through it gracefully." Two fingers catch Red Alert's chin, tilting his face up and allowing Starscream better access as lips and teeth descend, swallowing the white lips whole.

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Time is a broken mirror to Optronix. Carried by the Decepticon leader, both mechs finally arrive at Megatron's private chambers. The larger mech forced to shift Optronix around for a better reach to punch in the access codes to gain entry into the rooms. Doors slide shut directly behind them, automatically locking, barring access except to his closest personnel Shockwave or Soundwave.

Megatron, like any other mech — not near as badly as Optronix, however — was not immune to high-grade. The drinks have left his flesh hypersensitive to the other mech's proximity, and the way Optronix pressed against him far too enticing to ignore. Striding through the expanse of the main chamber, and sometimes short-notice meeting room, he takes them deeper into the rooms that house his private chambers.

Keying in the access code for the separated quarters, admittance guides both mechs into the rich interior compared to the Spartan decor of the main chamber. Optronix perks up, processors awoken by the sound of the doors closing from behind. "Where.." He held his forehead in his palm, fingers sensing the heat of the flesh warmed by the high-grade.

The expansive chamber connected to a private washroom, and a rugged desk holds several stacks of datapads and computer screens. An expensive and massive recharge bed sits towards the back of the room, designed like no other Optronix has ever laid optics on. The only familiar design was the scooped edge of the recharge bed, but the width and height could hold three Megatrons! His eyes widen in surprise at the sight of the reams upon reams of swimming mercury sheets and plush cushions covering the sweep of the recharge bed.

"Microfibers? No, it's Moonshine." He asked in a stunned daze as Megatron sat him down on the edge of the recharge bed. Optronix hesitates to touch the sheets and pillows, awed that he would ever lay optics on such rich goods. "Doesn't it take teracycles to mine, let alone refine the raw crystals?" His fingers stroke through the sheets, silvery fabric slipping between his fingers like water. This kind of luxury and extravagance was not easy to attain, nor remotely inexpensive. Only the highest of society possessed the funds to afford the rich material that compose the sheets, the material making them softer than silk and soothing to metal flesh. The plump headrests would cost Optronix nearly a vorn's worth of pay.

Megatron chuckled at Optronix's expression, tugging the mech towards the center of the recharge bed. "Acquired goods from the elite among the elite," He did not go further into elaborating the fate of the previous owners, since the mechs had not been very forthcoming in allowing tired soldiers to rest in the comfort of their manicured home.

Optronix feels his limbs moved and rearranged around him; the burning tendrils of high-grade whispering distractions that make him find little reason for the moment to argue Megatron's smooth touches.

He does buck sharply when fingers ran up the inside of his thigh, brushing the seam of the compartment shielding his plug. "What...Again?" He asks in disbelief.

Megatron grins, sliding sinuously to fit between red and blue legs. He nipped at Optronix's mouth, coaxing lips open to allow glossa to reacquaint with sweet flesh.

"...I'm not supposed to let you do this again..." Optronix mumbled helplessly, words stolen by a rain of bites and kisses. "I said enough is enough." He insists while his hands scrabble at Megatron's shoulders, first pushing at the silver flesh, but ultimately pulling the mech forward, quivering at the hot press of the other's body overlaying his.

"That's nice." Megatron assures, sliding down Optronix's chassis. Hands proceed, mapping the expanse of the mech's torso.

"...You're supposed to stop now." Optronix bits his lip as Megatron bites right there. Eye components roll behind blue optical glass.

"Keep talking, if it makes you feel better." Megatron slides further down until his shoulders split Optronix's thighs. "While I continue on like I should have done inside your apartment unit vorns ago."

While furious by the weakness of his body and the minute efforts of his resistance, Optronix could not deny that he was a slave for the selfish pleasure bestowed upon metal flesh.

It does not help that Megatron was a devil in disguise and seemed to know exactly which seams and dips to explore with glossa, what plates to rake with metal denta, finding sensitive cable networks tucked behind metal thigh plates.

Optronix blamed his thoughts on the high-grade infusing his limbs. 'Well...' A sharp whimper as glossa danced across the sealed lips of his port. 'If I have to be his slave, I guess I could bear it for one more night...'

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