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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 9: A Look in the Mirror
Three months Prior to Megatron's disappearance...
Dr. Arkeville's secret Lair, mountains in desert region of Nevada...
“So, you say you have created trans-organics?” Dr. Arkeville asked.
“Yes I have! My first creations are what I call Sharkticons.” Meltdown answered.
“Sharkticons?” Arkeville questioned.
“That is half-human, half sharks. And you want to know the real kicker to that? The humans I used for that creation were my lawyers.” Meltdown explained.
“Lawyers, Oh! And let me guess, they were sharks in the courtroom, weren't they?” Arkeville guessed.
“Glad you got the joke! And yes, they certainly were. They got a lot of lawsuits against me dismissed.” Meltdown answered.
“That's fascinating, but what I want to know is how you did it?” Arkeville pressed.
“I will show you as soon as it gets here. You remember Henry Masterson?” Meltdown asked.
“Yes, and I am quite impressed with his creation of the Headmaster units.” Arkeville stated.
“Good! Well he is bringing my invention over here as we speak.” Meltdown said.
A few minutes later, a young man with dark purple hair covering half his face, and dressed in a white lab coat and purple turtleneck appeared on their surveillance monitor. He opened the stone door to the lab with Arkeville's password “Open Sesame”.
“Henry Masterson! Glad you could make it. I am sure you know who this is?” Meltdown introducing him.
“Dr Arkeville! It is such an honor to meet you! You are like the coolest scientist ever! You are truly such an inspiration and I am so psyched to work with you!” Masterson beamed as he gave him a double handshake.
Meltdown scolded, “Henry! Calm down! You're acting like a fan girl!”
Arkeville put up his hand. “It's OK Prometheus, I don't mind being such an inspiration for tomorrow's future scientists. In fact, I'm quite honored!”
“Well then, lets get back to business shall we? Henry, if you would please.”
Masterson opened the package that he brought with him and took out what appeared to be a cylinder. He handed it over to Meltdown.
“This...is my creation, a genetic modifier, which will enable us to change the DNA of anyone or anything into something else.” Meltdown answered.
“Ah! So that's where I went wrong!” Arkeville figured out.
“Yes, but that's only part of it. Well at least for what you want to do. You want to create half-human, half-robots, but I don't want robot in my trans-organics!” Meltdown stated.
“Why not?” Arkeville questioned.
“Because I despise them! But...I'm willing to let you create them, that is...if you let me make my own trans-organics from some of your kidnapped volunteers.” Meltdown explained.
“There's only five left! There's no way we can split them evenly!” Arkeville disclosed.
“Who said anything about splitting them evenly?” Meltdown responded.
“Why you...!” Arkeville exclaimed.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! I hold the keys to these modifications. I want three soldiers.” Meltdown bartered.
“What? But that leaves me two!” Arkeville argued.
“That's four now. Better hurry before you lose one.” Meltdown asserted.
“Alright! Alright!” Arkeville called out.
“You have yourself a deal! But not to worry, you'll only need one test subject.” Meltdown resolved.
“OK, moving on now...the reason you only need one is because I have the next piece that will enable your creation to succeed, and that is this.” Meltdown said as he holds up a vial containing a glowing shard.
Arkeville looked at it in awe and asked, “Is that...a piece of the Allspark?”
“Why yes it is. This is part of the reason why your previous experiments have failed you. The second being their DNA, which will be changed with my modifier, and then there's the third piece, which is Protoform metal. You see, the metals here on Earth, well they do make good armor especially for the Autobots and Decepticons, but they aren't good for body parts.” Meltdown clarified.
“Protoform metals? And how is that different?” Arkeville asked.
“Have a feel for yourself.” Meltdown handed the piece of metal to Arkeville who ran his hands over the smooth texture. It really did feel soft.
“You see, it is strong like steel, and yet it has a softness like skin, except it's metallic.” Meltdown described.
“Amazing! But where did you get these metals?” Arkeville asked.
“A Cybertronian named Swindler brought it to me.” Meltdown answered.
“A Decepticon?” Arkeville guessed.
“No, he's what they call a neutral, meaning he's not on either side, however...he mostly does business with the Decepticons. He says they are his best customers.” Meltdown pointed out.
“You trust this guy to bring you your supplies?” Arkeville asked.
“Of course! Otherwise there will be serious consequences if he doesn't.” Meltdown smirked.
One Month After Megatron's Disappearance...
Lockdown's Ship...
Lockdown was busy at his computer when he heard a knocking sound. He checked his surveillance monitor and saw that it was Swindle.
“You better have something good for me!” Lockdown asserted.
“Oh I do! Let me in, and I'll give you the best deal you've ever had!” Swindle guaranteed.
“We'll see.” Lockdown stated as he opened the door to his ship, which was in disguise of an old factory building.
“Lockdown! How are you?” Swindle greeted.
“Spare the formalities, what do you have for me?” Lockdown demanded.
“Right! Straight to the point. Remember that upgrade you've wanted for so long? Here it is!” Swindle solicited.
Lockdown looked up and saw that Swindle indeed had the piece of armor that would transform him into a better bot.
Surprised, Lockdown asked, “Where did you get this? This is very expensive top quality stuff! You've never had anything this good.”
“Well that's because business has been really really good!” Swindle beamed.
Lockdown asked, “How so?”
“You heard of Meltdown?” Swindle asked.
“Yes I have, are you doing business with him? He doesn't like beings like us.” Lockdown mentioned.
I know, but he's working for Dr. Arkeville, a human scientist who wants to create Trans-organics out of other humans! I've been supplying them with Cybertronian protoform metal.” Swindle beamed.
“What? That's disgusting! Why do you want to aid in such a thing like that! It's mutiny!” Lockdown spat in disgust.
“I know, but the fact that I'm getting the most credits that I've ever dreamed of is all that matters! And you could too if you help me, all you have to do is take me to the graveyards at the NEST base, and I'll even give you a cut of the profits.” Swindle requested.
“Slag no! Here, you can take this upgrade back! I'm not paying that high of a price for it! Now get out of my ship and don't ever come back!” Lockdown yelled after he had thrown the upgrade part back at Swindle.
“Fine! Next time you need the latest upgrade, don't come to me!” Swindle stated, then left.
Outside the disguised ship, Swindle replied, “If you won't help me, maybe the Con's will!”
At the Decepticon Base...
Alexis has been with the Decepticons for a month, and not once did she want to leave, not even when she was threatened by some who would rather squish her. But she was protected by the ones who came to like her, including Starscream, who was still questioning the feelings developing for her.
Starscream was pacing back and forth in the base.
“What is wrong with me?” Starscream asked out loud.
He was thinking back to how he felt when Alexis first looked at him and how she came to him so willingly. He thought back to the time she tended to his injuries after his scuffle with Lugnut, how it felt when she touched his wings so lovingly. Finally, he thought of how it felt when he was in his human form and how it felt when they kissed.
Soundwave knew about what happened with Starscream and Alexis at the mall. From his observances of their behavior, he concluded that she'd be the perfect mate for Starscream, especially since he has been less annoying since her arrival. So Soundwave transforms Frenzy into a guitar, selects Slipknot's Vermilion pt 2 and after changing his vocalizer to match the singer's voice, starts singing.
She seemed dressed in all of me
Stretched across my shame
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me
I'd do anything to have her to myself
Just to have her for myself
Now I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do when she makes me sad
“No! I can't feel this way, especially about a human femme!” Starscream cried.
Then he paused as he realized he didn't call Alexis a fleshling or an insect.
“Of all the humans I could have encountered, why did it have to be her?” Starscream questioned feeling conflicted.
“Yet she makes me feel so...happy. But I don't deserve it! No, of course I do.” Starscream fought against himself.
She is everything to me, the unrequited dream
A song that no one sings, the unattainable
She's a myth that I have to believe in
All I need to make it real is one more reason
I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad
Starscream's audios perked up when he heard Soundwave singing.
He turned around and questioned, “Soundwave? Primus! You can sing! But why this song? Are you trying to tell me something?”
“Sending you a message through this song... May-be!” Soundwave replied, his voice sounding like Corey Taylor's. Then he sings the last verse.
But I won't let this build up inside of me
I catch in my throat, choke, torn into pieces
I won't, no, I don't want to be this
I won't let this build up inside of me,
She isn't real, I can't make her real₁
Oilslick was disgusted with his behavior as well as with Alexis. He voiced his displeasure to Strika.
“You see what's happening to him? That fleshling has infected him!” He paused as an idea struck him. “Although they would make better weapons than my cosmic rust.”
Oilslick was thinking of throwing humans at the Cybertronians who haven't been to Earth or any Organic planet, how it would make them react in fear of them.
Since Strika didn't respond to him, he asked, “General, are you listening?”
“Not now! I'll be right back.” Strika brushed him off as she took off.
She went to check up on Lugnut who was working non-stop on the space bridge.
Meanwhile Oilslick noticed a call coming through the base comlink.
Looking over at Soundwave who was still playing his music, he shrugged and said, “Well, I don't think he'll mind if I answer.
As soon as he pressed the answer button, Swindle appeared onscreen.
“Oilslick? Why are you answering, not that I don't want to talk to you, how are you? How are those weapons working out?” Swindle greeted.
“Very good! I answered because everyone is busy at the moment.” Oilslick replied.
Looking at what's going on in the background, Swindle asks, “I can see that. What is that strange music that Soundwave is playing? And...is that him singing?”
“Apparently so. That noise is Earth's music, awful isn't it? But you didn't call to hear about these strange activities, why are you calling?” Oilslick inquired.
“Well I was going to ask Megatron where I could find a graveyard for the off-lined bots or cons, although you look like the kind of guy who would know these things.” Swindle stated.
“Well you wouldn't have been able to ask him anyways, Megatron is missing.” Oilslick informed.
“What? He is? How? Did the Autobots take him out?” Swindle pressed.
“No, he disappeared through the space bridge to who-knows-where. Back on the subject, why do you want to find a graveyard?” Oilslick questioned.
“It's for a very special client.” Swindle vaguely answered.
“What kind of client?” Oilslick pried.
“Do you know any locations of these graveyards?” Swindle asked.
“Maybe...but that depends if I get anything in return.” Oilslick haggled.
Outside the base at the space bridge...
Lugnut was busy piecing the bridge back together the best of his ability, which wasn't good in construction standards, but he was determined.
“Luggy! You've been working non-stop! Please come inside!” Strika begged.
“I can't! I promised not to rest until I fix the bridge to go rescue Lord Megatron!” Lugnut declared.
Strika put her hand on his back and pleaded, “You'll work better if you get some recharge.”
“No! Not until the space bridge is complete my dear.” Lugnut responded.
Strika huffed, “Lugnut, I know you are loyal to Megatron, but as your mate, I insist!”
But Lugnut went right back to work. Strika knew that when Lugnut set his mind to a task, he would not quit until it is complete. Sometimes that was a good thing, but most of the time he worked himself too hard, especially when it was for Megatron.
In the Shattered Glass Universe...
“Ahhhhh!” Megatron screamed in agony.
Nemesis was poking Megatron with a rod that was made red hot from the fire.
“Now do it again!” Nemesis barked.
“Ah! You...are...the most...glorious...and f-f-feared leader in...all the universes!” Megatron struggled to say.
“Bow down to me and say it again!” Nemesis yelled as he held the rod close again.
Megatron bowed as low as he could and cried out “You are the most glorious and feared leader in all the Universes!”
Nemesis chuckled and taunted, “How does it feel to be on the other side? You're not so glorious anymore are you? Are you?”
Megatron lifted his head slowly with tears in his optics.
“I'll bet you miss Lugnut's praises now! If only he could see you now, he would never praise you again! But unlike you, I'll never get tired of being praised and worshiped!” Nemesis proclaimed.
Megatron thought back to Lugnut and although he did like the praising in the beginning when he was still a Gladiator. Lugnut was his biggest fan since he was at every single match. He was so impressed with his dedication that he made him his personal bodyguard, but he became more of an assistant since Megatron could protect himself. He came to regret giving him that job since he took it so seriously, but because Lugnut never questioned any task that was assigned, he decided to keep him around.
After Nemesis was done with the torture, Megatron was being taken to SG Ratchet's lab in which he hoped he'd be receiving treatment for the burns on his back. He was knocked out for a while.
When his optics on-lined, he heard Ratchet say to Nemesis Prime, “He's all done now, we'll just have to wait and see if it works.”
“Thank you Ratchet! I will put that to the test.” Nemesis responded.
“See what works? What did he do?” Megatron asked.
Nemesis chuckled and implied, “Oh you'll find out! And when you do, you will be begging for me!”
As he was dragged back to the stockades, he thought about Lugnut knowing that he is probably doing what he can to his ability to find him. But someone else crossed his mind, someone he never thought he would ever miss in his life.
“Optimus!” Megatron whispered as he tried to picture his face with his blue optics.
Suddenly, his spark pulsed and his cable hardened.
“Huh?” Megatron reacted as his heat cycle kicked in.
“It can't be time yet! Wait, how long have I been gone?” Megatron asked himself since his heat cycles usually came every three earth months, and his last cycle was a month ago a few days before he ended up in this place.
Though he still interfaced between cycles anyways, usually by raping Starscream, both as a punishment and a way to put him in his place. He did the same with others including Blackarachnia when she was initiated into the Decepticons.
Now he was getting a huge taste of what it's like to be on the other end of rape. He didn't like it and was now feeling ashamed of what he had done, even about the Autobots who were his victims.
Not only is his heat cycle kicking in early, but it is even more intense than usual.
Megatron looked down at his spike, which was swelling up so much that he needed interfacing to relieve it. But he was locked up, which meant that he had to service himself.
As he was masturbating, he noticed the camera above his cell. He almost stopped until he figured out that Nemesis was probably behind it and for his early heat cycle.
Megatron yelled at the camera, “What did you do to me!?”
Still needing to relieve himself, he resumed stroking his cable, but the thought of Nemesis watching made it harder to overload. Once he started imagining Optimus instead, that made it a lot easier to achieve it.
Meanwhile at Elite Guard's Stockades...
Jazz, Blurr, and Shockwave have not been sent through the space bridge yet, but only because Ultra Magnus wanted a trial for them to prove their guilt. Sentinel thought this was a waste of time, not just because of a pointless trial, but because he wanted to get rid of them before the real truth came out.
Sentinel sulked in his room as he looked over his surveillance footage on his data-pad.
He sighed and said, “There has to be a way to get rid of them! But Stupid Magnus won't let me punish them right away. These trials are a waste of time. If they are caught doing something wrong, then they are guilty! If only I were Magnus, I'd get rid of the unnecessary judicial system.”
As he said that, the footage of the space bridge near the Decepticon base came up. That's when an idea struck Sentinel.
“That's it! I just have to get rid of Ultra Magnus, and I know just who would be perfect to do it!” Sentinel sadistically smiled at the image of Lugnut.
NEST Base....
It has been a month since Maggie last saw Jazz, but she could still feel him inside herself. What she didn't tell Galloway or the others was that they had bonded. Yet it wasn't a decision they took lightly, they had talked about it many times. That night she had made her decision, and they did it.
But something has been troubling her. At first she brushed it off as stress and poured herself into her work. Yet now that bad feeling was getting stronger and she worried that it was about Jazz.
Just when she was going to call him, something on the radar catches her eye. There were two signals detected nearby the Storage containers that had the off-lined Decepticons inside.
Maggie discovered that one of the signals was a Decepticon.
“Lennox! Optimus! I'm picking up a Decepticon signal!” Maggie announced loudly.
“I detect it too.” Optimus said.
“Where is it?” Lennox asked.
“Right where the off-lined Decepticons are kept!” Maggie answered.
Lennox commanded to his group of Soldiers, “Let's go!”
Optimus did the same to his team, “Autobots, roll out!”
Maggie then tried to call Jazz on his comlink, but got no answer. So she used her bond to call out to him.
Inside the Stockades...
Jazz, Blurr, and Shockwave have been placed in separate cells. They were next to Cyclonus and Blackout who have both been in their cells for a month.
So far none of them have been given a chance to explain their side of the story. Jazz was still hopeful that Ultra Magnus would grant them a trial as it is what the Autobots are supposed to do. But they have not heard a single word about it.
Then a feeling overcame Jazz. He gasped and knew it had to be his mate.
“Maggie!” Jazz called out.
He knew that she must be worried about him and imagines that she has been trying to call his comlink. Jazz just had to find a way to let her know he was OK, then realized that isn't quite so. What if he is punished? Who would take care of Maggie?
Jazz knew there's only one mech who is just like him that she could be with, and he had to find a way to tell Prowl to take care of her until he could find a way out.
Lucky for him, Jetfire and Jetstorm came by with their energon. Although they still followed Sentinel's orders, Jazz could tell that they were beginning to question him.
When they came by his cell, Jazz spoke out “Guys! Listen, I need you two to pass a message along for me, please!”
The Jettwins stared, then asked simultaneously, “Vat kind of message?”
He instructed, “If I am imprisoned, tell Prowl to take care of Maggie for me.”
Seeing how sincere Jazz really looked, they felt sad that he may not get to see her again.
“We will, right brother?” Jetfire responded.
“Yes, we promise.” Jetstorm added.
Jazz thanked them and took the energon cube handed to him.
1. Song: 'Vermilion part 2' by Slipknot.
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