Friendly Patience (A TFP Fanfiction) - Megatron x OC

CHAPTER ELEVEN - Where The Breeze Could Not Reach...

In the folds of space, just above the glowing planet Earth below, a groundbridge opened. It was slightly shaky and moved once or twice, like a strange aurora hovering over the cold North of the Marble below. The sudden shift in Gravity made The Autobots somewhat compressed in their new environment, yet Optimus still held the leadership role. The beeping on his arm halted, and he opened his optics to see the Spacebridge in front of him.

"Autobots, Transform!" He ordered, doing just that and propelling toward the enormous Space Bridge in front of them. "Gravatise!" He added, just as they entered the loop of the Bridge and their pedes hit the metal, which was welded together in a patchy yet sturdy way. They landed and their pedes created a small volt of electricity, gravity conducting from their circuits and magnetising them to the metal. All around them was eerily silent, nothing but their own sounds heard.

Oh, and Bulkhead. He was creating quite a lot of noise, in fact. "Woah, oooh - don't look down... or up! Or left!" He realised how badly motion sick he was after the change in gravity scrambled his circuits and left him a stumbling mess.

Suddenly, the hum of the Nemesis made them all turn their helms to it, their attention caught by how very close they were. Between them and the Earth, it progressed quickly toward them, catching the sun's glare that illuminated the sensation of dread the Autobots felt. It stopped in front of the Bridge, the sounds shutting off and allowing the Autobots a moment to step back in slight shock at how soon they had arrived.

"So Megatron's packing enough Dark Energon to raise Cybertrons dead?" Arcee broke the silence, finally catching up to where they stood and why they stood there, in the way of Megatron and his diabolical intentions.

"And since we don't possess ready means of disabling the Spacebridge," Optimus finished, his tone far more grave as his arms went up and transformed into his cannons, pointing them toward the Decepticons ship and army within. "Nothing gets in!" He started valiantly, watching as his crew did the same in their own silent way. "Or out!"

But within the ship, the satisfied Leader of the Decepticons gave a small chuckle of joy. He had missed this, truly. So long alone in space allowed him time to reminisce over the joy he felt in his old friend's dismay, and it seemed today was a perfect way in which he could exploit it.

"Optimus Prime never disappoints." He stated, watching the Autobots below in their stance. But there, just behind Optimus, was a femme he recognised. He hoped to zoom in, perhaps create a diagnostic of some sort for the femme he saw, but was swiftly interrupted by the presence of his second in command. Megatron did not have time to become disrupted by an Autobot that would soon be crushed. "Unlike you, Starscream." He barked over his shoulder, hearing the mech grunt in slight shock and disappointment.

"No need for concern, Master." He sucked up, a sharp servo over his spark in loyalty, that he knew himself was a poison one. "Soundwave is locking onto Cybertrons coordinate. Per my instructions." He added, hoping to sound somewhat responsible for the Third in Commands efforts.

Megatron frowned one last time at the image of the Autobots below, and gazed up at the Spacebridge ahead. He was so very close now. And Optimus Prime would not get in his way again.

Below, where the breeze could not reach, the Autobots remained stiff soldiers with their guns not even twitching. But Arcee could wait no longer. "Well? What are they waiting for?" She mumbled to Optimus, who frowned in his reply. His guns lowered as he gazed across space and watched carefully at the roof of the Nemesis.

There, as suspected, was a small console that spluttered and coughed up sparks. Thankfully, this meant only one thing. "It appears the Decepticons have sustained serious damage to their interstellar navigation system."