“This is your fault Megatron.” Chainbreak sighed, swinging her chains in boredom, perched out of Megatron’s reach on the wreckage of one of the Kaon Towers. She was out of Megatron’s reach while he paced the platform below. “You dragged me here, you forced this to happen. I don’t want to be here, so don’t expect me to be pleasant.”
Megatron stopped, lost in thought for a moment before changing the scene to an empty gladiatorial pit.
“Feeling nostalgic are we, ‘Lord’,” she laughed, now perched along the barrier as Megatron continued pacing the arena floor.
“You are an irritating parasite.” Megatron grumbled flatly.
“A parasite you made Megatron, keep that in mind. I do believe humans call this…karma.” Chainbreak smiled with anger. She was mad yes, but being irritating and annoying was her best chance at getting out. Megatron would take far too much enjoyment out of her fear or anger. She was going to sass him to death and force him to realize his own mistakes.
“I do believe this is karma at its finest,” Chainbreak spoke towards empty space, not directing her voice towards anything. “Considering that you wanted to control me and my mind, it’s only fitting that you end up with a most unsavory mental voice that’s stuck in your head.”
“Be silent for once, you insignificant little…” Megatron shouted, but Chainbreak interrupted him. “See that’s the thing. I’m the most significant thing in your mind right now, and you’ll hate every minute. You’ll hate that you’ll never get me to shut up and you hate that I have access to your thoughts and memories.”
He actually seemed shocked with the last bit. Megatron was disturbed that anyone but himself would have access to his memories; not to mention what could happen if she could recall any of what she had seen once he got rid of her and she emerged from the stasis he had put her in.
“Behave yourself and perhaps I may let you live once I get you out of my head.” And with that Megatron tuned her out and turned his attention back to the battle strategies Starscream was laying out before him.
Ratchet straightened, setting his tools down and placing his servos on his back struts to stretch and relieve some of the tension. He checked his chronometer; it was late. He looked down at the femme on his medical berth that by all rights should be dead.
The dark energon that had been flowing through her veins was both a curse and a blessing. Once Megatron had run her through, piercing her energon tanks, the only fuel left in her systems was the dark energon, which had a higher viscosity that true energon.
And because the dark energon was the only reason she lived to make it to his table; Ratchet had yet to purge her systems of it. He was unsure if doing so would be more harm than good; as if the dark energon was the only thing preventing her from perishing. His only other option was the synthetic energon formula, which he was loathe to resurrect after his rather recent experience with the substance. He had no idea what it would do to her systems and he feared that she wouldn’t be strong enough to withstand any negative effects.
A gentle snore rose from the nearby wall; Bulkhead in recharge. HE had refused to leave Chainbreak’s side; which was expected, at least for the time being. Wheeljack had locked himself in his room, the only bot he would talk to being Arcee, but he let that one slide; Wheeljack was distraught and didn’t have anything productive to do about the problem, so he was angry as well.
Elita 1 was resting in Optimus’ large berth. Ratchet had fixed her up; patching a leak here, fixing the range of motion on her left servo which had been crushed slightly, prescribed her hourly rations of energon until her levels became stable and had sent her to her bondmate’s room in order for her to get proper rest, as he was predicting that the others would be quite loud once they returned.
Just after he had did that, the others came in; Bulkhead carrying a dripping Chainbreak through the ground bridge, with a something about dark energon, a confrontation with Megatron, and ending with his sword through her small frame.
Shortly after they had gotten Chainbreak stabilized Wheeljack had fled the planet, taking the Jackhammer and soaring into space to escape his demons. Bulkhead had watched him go without a word, blankly staring as Arcee screamed in frustration at the green and white mech; “She needs you Wheeljack!”
“There’s nothing there anymore, Arcee.”
Miko had been livid with the renegade wrecker though she stayed out of the argument to comfort her guardian.
Her spark beat normally, with a few flutters every now and again when a bit of dark energon faded through her chamber. Ratchet scanned her again, in the quiet silo; thankful that she was stable, even though she was still rather critical. He sighed as he checked the scan; still no processor activity.
Ratchet didn’t know how to fix that one quite yet, especially since Bulkhead had reported, after everything had settled down, that he did in fact still feel the bond, albeit a bit faintly which was to be expected. Chainbreak could just be in stasis, or she could’ve suffered permanent systems damage to her processor, something that he had the skills to fix, just not the parts and equipment. He would talk with Elita 1 after she was on her feet again. She had a fair bit of medical experience; before she became a commander of the Elite femme’s unit that Arcee and Chainbreak had been a part of she had been one of the best surgeons on Cybertron. She had met Optimus when he had gotten his arm blown off from a bomb while he tried to save a pair of sparklings. Elita 1 had been the surgeon to rebuild his arm and repair the blast damage.
Optimus had been around the base, mostly staying with Elita 1. He had told Ratchet that she was getting progressively better, and would be on her feet and ready to help in about two solar cycles. Optimus couldn’t stand to be near the med bay for very long; he hated seeing any of his soldiers injured, and he felt her should’ve prevented her confrontation with Megatron entirely.
“You can’t tell Chainbreak what to do, Optimus. That’s just how she is,” Bulkhead had tried his hand at easing the Prime’s guilt.
Still Optimus ground his denta plates in frustration, though he heard a strange metallic groaning noise. He looked down at the source of the noise and realized it was his own servos clenching on the edge of the table he was leaning over. He pushed himself off in frustration. How could I let this happen? I’m the Prime; it should be myself in her place. If I had been doing the right thing she never would’ve had to confront Megatron and face her imposed addiction to the dark energon. Optimus let out a deep sigh and pushed himself off of the table in frustration, leaning back in the seat.
A slim purple servo caressed his shoulder strut gently, “Optimus, please. There is nothing that you have done wrong.”
Optimus turned to her as he shook his helm, “Had I been at the mine to rescue you with the others Megatron would not have had the chance to bother Chainbreak and she would be well.” Optimus lowered his helm in sorrow, “I also allowed her to venture into the field while I was under emotional instability. I made the wrong choice and now Chainbreak and Bulkhead suffer for my poor judgment.”
Elita 1 pulled his helm up to lock optics with him. “You were trying to attract Megatron to battle with you, in order to keep him away from my rescue. His decision to appear at the mine, even though you called him to open combat is….unknown. However it is not your fault, my love.”
Optimus could barely stand to hear her words in his defense. He knew in his spark that he was the cause of Chainbreak being on that medical table, and he feared that she would not recover from her injuries. If Chainbreak does recover, she will most certainly not be herself when she emerges from stasis.
Optimus found his helm being lifted again and his optics fell upon the most glorious sight he had seen in all these long vorns; a sight that he was still becoming accustomed to seeing in reality and not his dreams.
“You cannot take this upon yourself, with the emergence of Unicron, we have bigger fish to fry. Chainbreak is currently stable, and we will deal with her after we deal with Unicron. I have an idea to help Chainbreak anyway, just give me some time.”
Optimus often forgot that Elita had been a biochemical surgeon before the war started, back when he had still been Orion and she Ariel. She had served as a medical officer during the start of the war, before she had earned the title of commander over the femme fatale unit that both Chainbreak and Arcee had been a part of. He sighed, but stood with a gathering strength. “I will make all this lost time up to you Elita,” His quick smirk betraying a more primal side that, as a Prime, he seldom revealed.
“First lets handle Unicron,” Elita nearly giggled at his bent up desire.
Optimus sobered then remembering the dangerous and crucial task ahead, “Yes, and end this doomsday prophecy.”
“Wake up Megatron.”
He groaned at the voice. The voice that never left. He had learned to tune Unicron out, as His great consciousness rarely chose to be active. Chainbreak on the other hand delighted in Megatron’s torment.
“Wake up you pile of slag.”
Megatron rolled over on his berth, his eyes settling on the large Cybertronian sized piano in the corner. His optics zoomed in on the only picture he allowed himself; a portrait of his long lost bondmate who had perished during the Autobot uprising that had occurred shortly before the fall of Iacon. Her remains had never been recovered, but Megatron had felt her spark extinguish in an agonizing flash.
“Wake up. I think someone’s trying to call you. I want to know who it is. You know how curious I get.”
What was she talking about? “Your words make little sense, femme.”
“Seriously? Wow, you are dull if I can tell someone’s trying to make spark contact with you and you can’t. I didn’t even know you were bonded with anyone.”
How did she know about that? “You venture farther into my mind that you should. My processor might get violent.”
“You strut and you pose and you flaunt all your power and rage. You are just as soft as the next mech.”
“I AM NOT SOFT!!”
“The proof lies in your spark Megatron, its broken. I can see the spark break myself. Your processor is jumbled and confused. Your anger and ego is just the reflection of the angst and inner demons that you deny.”
Megatron sat up in his berth, his servos clasped to either side of his helm. “YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO I AM!!!”
“True but then again, neither do you Megatron. Just answer the spark contact. Its faint and full of static so I can’t entirely tell what its about.”
He felt her presence quiet and fade slightly, her cue that she would leave him be for the time being. Megatron was changed by her presence, but he had more pressing things to deal with than some fragmented spark contact from a ghost.
The comm unit in his room beeped, and Breakdown’s voice echoed through the bare quarters
“Sir, we have reached the coordinates to launch the new Space Bridge.”
Megatron slid one clawed servo down his face, resolving his expression back into his stoic warlord demeanor. “I shall come to the Command Center in a moment.”
“As you wish Lord Megatron.”
Words ghosted across his spark as he slowly walked to the door, his processor foggy and his spark aching. He could only make out so much of the words, but he recognized the sweet voice and his spark cried at the sound. My champion, carry on. I will always love you. Her final words, somehow lost in the battle and the reaches of space finally reached his spark. Those sweet and final words brought the lumbering silver mech to his knees, his entire frame shuddering with the spark break.
“Lunova…” he whispered as a purple drop skimmed down his faceplate and landed on the floor.
He shook his helm, burying the pain. Embracing the anger at her loss, renewed again his spark; he would use it to fuel his fight with Optimus. This would be HIS prophecy.
His spark barely recognized the growing paternal feelings emanating along with the ghostly words.
“Megatron you will not harm him. IF YOU SO MUCH as touch him I will turn this annoyance you think of me into agonizing torture, the likes of which you have never imagined. I have gone through your memories, I know what troubles you and I can pin you down like a fly.”
The femme sure is persistent. “Orion Pax still retains his usefulness.”
“And what about your son. You push him away and make him stand as field commander in your place. He deserves better, unlike you he has a noble spark.”
The young black mech that Megatron recognized as his own sparkling had graced the Nemesis shortly after Orion had. Megatron had thought this oddly convenient, as Orion was one of the few that had knew the boy before the war had become so violent, back when it was still only a political protest on the High Council.
Blitzkrieg had ever been the strategist, even as a sparkling the mech had bested Megatron’s highest commanders in Byrion, the Cybertronian version of a game the human’s called “chess.” Shockwave had been the only mech that had held his own against the sparkling. Megatron had been overwhelmingly proud of his young protégé; still was, he just could no longer bear to set optics on the mech that had such a similar face and coloring to his lost bondmate. Blitzkrieg looked far too much like his mother for Megatron’s sanity to stand having him lurking around the Nemesis for any length of time. Megatron kept him busy by giving him command over the energon mining operations, keeping him off ship and on land as much as possible. His son was a brilliant strategist and extracted more energon from the mines than Megatron had ever gotten previously; so it was a win-win situation having him off ship.
“My son has nothing to do with this, Autobot.”
“Unlike you, he won’t let his pride get in the way of what the intelligent and logical choice is, but unlike Shockwave he still has a spark and emotions…..You should treat him better. I’m sure he would love nothing better than to sit and have a spark to spark with his father that hasn’t seen for most of his life. He is only Bumblebee’s age really, all he knows is war.”
“Blitzkrieg does his duty where he is. I will not coddle him. No one receives award or special treatment in this army without earning it.”
“I’ve been watching Blitz and sifting through your memories of him. He seems rather untainted by the deep evil of the Decepticons, rather he serves you loyally simply because he yearns for your approval. You’re his father and he loves you for no other reason. You are all he has left.”
“Where are you going with this femme?”
“Making general observations” Nothing that won’t get past the likes of Optimus once he returns to himself. Ratchet please hurry, Optimus needs you, as so does the rest of the planet. You must protect the Iacon relics.
The silo was quiet, bare almost with Optimus. The night was quiet, Jack was getting some sleep before they would launch their plan the next day to recover the Matrix from Vector Sigma.
Ratchet adjusted Chainbreak’s spark support tubes and checked her assemblage and vital stats. This routine had nearly become a tick for the old medic. He would turn to tending the stasis locked femme whenever his processor plagued him at night, or whenever it needed clearing after dealing with the daily dilemmas of the war.
Her status had never changed after she had become stabilized. Not once had her vitals fallen, and not once had she had a spike in processor activity.
It was nearly as disheartening as it was reassuring; Chainbreak was only missing something, some trigger to revive her.
Bulkhead spent all of his time thinking of new ways to trigger her recovery whenever he wasn’t in the field, on patrol, or forced to recharge by Ratchet.
Bulkhead was firmly in the belief that spark bonding would revive her and Ratchet agreed with him, but would not allow it. While spark bonding was an extremely common practice to revive bots stuck in stasis, it nearly always had some negative effects on the other mate. Ratchet refused to allow Bulkhead to injure or even sacrifice himself to bring Chainbreak back. IT would only sow more spark ache for Chainbreak if it succeeded and Ratchet could not allow it with good conscience.
If there was some way to safely revive her now, her fierce aggression and drive to eliminate the Decepticon’s would be of great help.
Ratchet sighed and resumed his double checking of their plans. This has to work.
“MEGATRON!!!...... BE GONE!!” the newly restored Optimus roared as he confronted the Decepticon warlord across the Space bridge cavern.
Megatron turned his attention inward momentarily, “You wretch! You distracted me!”
“It’s my job. My soul purpose in this sad existence is to be your own personal demon. I never give up and there is no silencing me. This is your PUNISHMENT!”
Optimus continued pounding him, ending as if punched the Decepticon leader across the vast cavern where he landed hard against the solid rock.
“Ratchet, how did we arrive here?” Optimus asked as the Autobots fell in behind their restored leader.
“Long story old friend.”
“Base to Arcee, we’re reading five Autobot life signals down there. Is prim with you?” Fowler asked through the comm link, his voice sounding slightly desperate but hopeful.
“And Jack,” she answered.
Megatron’s helm pounded with the storm of Chainbreak’s fury that she had unleashed on his processor. He growled as he pulled himself onto the walkway.
The Autobots fired immediately when the sighted him, not waiting for his advance.
A blue green portal appeared to the side of the Autobot defenders, its roar heaven to their audios.
“It’s ours,” Arcee said with a smile.
“AUTOBOTS! Fall back!” Optimus ordered.
NOOO! Megatron charged forward, almost blindly.
Arcee grabbed Jack and disappeared through the ground brigde, Ratchet hot on her afterburners.
Bulkhead fired at Megatron, “This time he’s coming with us.”
Megatron began firing on them as the yellow and green Autobots vanished into their ground bridge. Cowards!
Optimus fired at him, dodging the warlords blasts, before leaping sideways into the portal just before it closed.
Megatron fired a few last shots in fury.
“NNNAAAAAAAAAAHAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” his roared, his anger reverberating through the cavern.
The storm in his processor subsided, Chainbreak was smug. “You had your play Megatron. Welcome to my world.”
His comm beeped, “Father?!” Megatron growled. “What happened?”
“The Autobots succeeded in restoring Optimus.” Megatron growled between his fangs.
“But I have something else to restore to you, my champion,” a sweet but raspy femme like voice came over the comm link.
Chainbreak swore Megatron’s spark stopped dead in that moment.