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Elita's body felt heavy all over. She had a splitting helmache, felt jagged metal ground, and smelled smoke and energon. She immediately knew she was on a battlefield. The commander struggled to bring her optics online. When she finally did, she couldn't see much through the static. She pushed herself up, spotting an energy staff near her previously outstretched servo. Her blaster was nowhere to be seen.
What happened? She thought.
Elita found her memories to be foggy at best. She mumbled a string of incoherent words, pushing herself up with a grunt. She swayed on her pedes. She groaned, feeling pain in her arm. She looked down, seeing sparking circuits and dried energon. She twitched her digits, finding more pain. Elita grasped her arm with her servo, gritting her denta.
The commander looked around, now that she had a better view. She found herself some thousand or so yards away from Autobot Outpost Theta, Decepticons awaiting at its entrance. The protective door was dented and broken, like a Predacon burst through it to get inside.
Elita heard a screech from above, and her gaze snapped to the sky. Two Predacons flew above, casting their shadows over the Autobot. She quickly ducked to the ground, hoping they didn't see her. Miraculously, they didn't see her. They dived to the ground, meeting with a large gunmetal-gray Decepticon. Megatron.
Elita army-crawled closer to the group, careful of her injured arm, hiding behind a Decepticon's dead body. The Predacons bowed their helms to the Cybertronian. She recognized the larger one – the green paint and golden mock-crown were unmistakable – to be Predaking. The smaller one she didn't know – they were black with a silver serrated tail and dull red optics.
"You said you needed me." Predaking said.
"Yes." Megatron spoke, an angry growl in his voice, "You and your clan must scour the whole planet for the Autobot scum. Do with them what you like once you locate them."
The Predacon didn't question the warlord, bowing his helm again. The two creatures took off, blowing a powerful gust of air onto the Decepticon leader. Predaking screeched as he flew away, the smaller Predacon staying silent. Elita ducked as they flew over her, quickly becoming small dots in the sky.
Megatron turned to a Seeker that approached him, the two quietly speaking to each other. The Autobot commander lifted two digits to her comm-link, whispering.
"Elita-1 to Zeta Prime. Do you copy?" She asked.
All she received was static. They must be out of range. She growled, lowering her servo and looking at the Decepticons again. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her, and she whipped around to see who it was. It was Soundwave.
Elita gasped, then growled and scrambled to stand. The Decepticon communications officer quickly punched her in the tanks, causing her to double over with a grunt. This gave him the opportunity to haul her over his shoulder-pad, and walk to the Decepticons. She tried to fight back – bang her fists against his back, wriggle out of his grasp, kick her legs out – but he never faltered. The Autobot growled in frustration, giving up.
"Lord Megatron." Soundwave spoke in his normal monotone voice, "I have found another prisoner."
Megatron and the Seeker looked at the communications officer. The gunmetal-gray Decepticon smirked, humming.
"Elita-1." He said, walking around to look at her faceplates-to-faceplates, "How amusing that you end up in this situation."
"Yeah, pretty hilarious that you're about to kill." Elita growled.
"Oh, don't worry, death isn't your punishment. Yet." Megatron said, laughing.
The reddish-orange Camian growled, balling her servos into tight fists.
"What's also amusing is that we're even speaking." Megatron said, "You were never a big talker around me."
Elita remembered. The memories were resurfacing, but she refused to let that get the better of her at this moment.
"Prime will find a way to defeat you. You can't win forever." She growled.
"You're the second bot to tell me that." The gunmetal-gray Decepticon said.
He sighed, then looked at Soundwave. "Lock her up."
Soundwave started walking inside. Megatron was smirking, making Elita want to punch him to the Allspark and back. Starscream padded up to his leader, arms crossed. He did a mock-wave before transforming and flying away, giggling like mad.
"Damn Seekers." She hissed.
Soundwave carried her down the halls that used to be so familiar and friendly. The lights were shut off in most areas, but some had resorted lighting, making it an eerie and almost unfamiliar environment. They finally walked into the building's cell block. It used to be an arms room, but the Autobots moved all of their weapons to the hangar to make room for a prison.
One of the barriers went down, and the Decepticon threw the Autobot inside. She grunted on impact, sitting up to glare at Soundwave. The communications officer didn't utter a single word. The barrier was put back up again, and he walked away. When his pedesteps faded down the hall, someone behind Elita spoke.
"You all right?"
She looked back. The Cybertronian was blue with yellow and red stripes and bright blue optics. They were leaning against the wall, arms crossed, but his optics expressed genuine worry. Elita sat, a knee up and her arm resting atop it.
"I'm fine." She said, sighing.
"Elita-1?" A voice asked.
She recognized it. The Autobot commander stood and looked out the barrier, being careful to not touch it. She could barely see pale-yellow optics and a silvery helm.
"Sky Lynx!" She exclaimed, smiling, "Good to see you again."
"If only in better circumstances." Sky Lynx said.
"D'you know if the others made it?" A Cybertronian across the hall asked.
The commander looked, seeing the Polyhexian leader, Whiteshade. He looked mostly okay, and two other Cybertronians sat behind him.
Elita shook her helm at the question. "I didn't see them. I barely even remember what happened during the battle."
"I hope they did. I lost six of my people protecting their afts." Whiteshade hissed.
"I'm sorry, Whiteshade." The Autobot mumbled, "I promise, their sacrifice won't be in vain."
The Polyhexian nodded stiffly. He went back to looking down the halls for any guards. Elita sat down against the wall again, legs crossed and helm resting against the wall. She shuddered her optics, blowing air through her olfactory unit.
"Please be okay." She whispered, "Please."
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