Transfomers: The Realm of Primes

Control(part 2)

On the ship named the Nemesis, Zac and Xola could be heard laughing as they strutted through the ground bridge along with the Vimhicons. A huge purplish-gray figure turned and stared as the two teens walked up to him, Zac holding Xola against his shoulder.

"Xola, you're hurt, go to Knockout for repair and checkup, I don't want my star decepticon to be in an unfit condition," The figure growled in a deep, fathomless voice, a toothy grin wickedly spread across his face. It turned to Zac. "Report."

Xola pranced away, giggling to herself as Zac cackled, "Megs, you have no idea! Today was better than we expected! Like, god, I wish you were there!"

Zac excitedly detailed their nearly one-sided battle against the teeneagers, how even though the abandoned ship was a trap for the Autobots, Koda and his friends walked right into it. Zac took his chances, and used his new ability, the power of mental and physical corruption. Koda soon appeared from the ground bridge, stumbling over to Zac and standing beside him, the toxic purple liquid still oozed out of his eyes, dripping along his moistened shirt and onto the floor beneath his feet.

Megatron smiled widely, kneeling down to Zac and Koda. "Excellent work, Zac! Having one of The Realm of Primes on our side will be an impressive aid in our never ending war!"

"We have one, so why not all of them? I wanna go out again and corrupt that bastard, Ash, the fucker hurt Xola, I'll make him hurt more," Zac smirked, a fiery malice lit in his eyes.

Megatron liked the idea, he laughed a deep, rumbling laugh along with Zac while Koda, still blank-faced and still, stood like calm waters as a storm thundered wildly in his head.

"This'll be fun, won't it, Megs?" Zac's tattoos, purple vine-like shapes, seemed to writhe along his arms as he looked back to Koda and squeezed his fist so hard that dug his nails into skin, blood trickling out of his palm.

Xola, on the other hand, had made her way to the Knockout's multipurpose operation, experimentation, and medical room. The red bot looked at her and scoffed, "Looks like Megatron's prize lap dog got into a tuffle she couldn't quite handle."

"Yeah, yeah," she said, stretching upward, "Just hurry up and fix me, Doc, Megatron's sweet, little fallen star has to look her best after all, and you wouldn't want to be on this dark star's bad side, would you?" She leered.

Knockout grumbled and immediately put a scanner to her.

Meanwhile at the Autobot's base, the bots and the teens were trying to calm down Brooke who, in a state of panic and heartbreak, was smashing everything she could reach, red-glowing tears flooding from her eyes, and liquid-mucus from her nose-.

"We have to go back and find him!" Brooke cried out. "They're probably torturing him! I don't want to lose him!" Andrew moved in swiftly, pulling her into a tight hug, Raylee followed, and then Ash who lingered as stared at the closing groundbridge before joining the group hug where Brooke was shaking and fighting in their arms.

"With The Decepticon's air ship being cloaked, it would be completely impossible for us to find Koda's location," Ratchet said, typing away. "And with the fact that Koda has dark energon in his bloodstream, turning him into a mind controlled zombie, it wouldn't be an easy task to just waltz in, pick him up, and bring him here. Heck, with all the cons on guard, it'd be virtually impossible and improbable."

"Then how do we get that dark energon shit out of Koda?" Ash asked, pulling away from the group, cracking his knuckles individually over and over.

"We would have to drain it out of him, but like I said, it wouldn't be easy to just bring him here and take it out of him" Ratchet said, turning to Ash who had seated himself next to the Bot's large computer.