Inevitable (Megatron x FEM/OC)

Chapter 32 - Cessation

Just as quickly as the word had left her mouth, Starscream fled, broken and terrified. He was just gone. Nobody went after him and nobody counted the loss.

All optics remained on her and the note clenched between her fingers. She swallowed and Megatron growled lowly beneath her. Flipping the note over in her hand there was further words scrawled hastily across the paper.

The decepticon tyrant moved her to be atop his palm.

"Meet us at the abandoned McFarlane school in two days. If you don't, then we will have our answer."

That was two days ago. Two long days of snide remarks, bickering, and down right hate speech from the mechs in question. To say tensions were high would've been a royal understatement. Anyone with a brain could see it, feel it.

It wasn't as if they had the fire power or the men necessary to overthrow a force such as Lockdown and their own, even if certain people thought the feat possible out of pure stubbornness.

Megatron, the leader of the decepticons and sole ruler of the faction itself, wasn't happy about such an arrangement. The autobots, his mortal enemies and biggest foes, were too biting the bullet pulling such a stunt.

Lauren's words rang out to him once more, "You can't afford to be picky or would you rather die fighting a lost battle? " It was something she had spat angrily at him in the heat of all the bickering, turning her ire on him and casting aside everyone else. She used her words to target him specifically, stepping up to hit him where it was sore and expose the apparent weaknesses among them all.

He'd wanted to crush her in that moment, wipe her and all that defiance from the earth, but all he could do was roar angrily at her, and it wasn't even his loudest. Perhaps that was saying something.

She didn't flinch under his wrath either, and maybe that, too, was saying something. The fire in her didn't yield to him and it ignited some sense of satisfaction within the mech. An action meant to silence and subdue the most unruly of decepticons could not make the woman stand down.

The only other mech that sided with her was Onslaught, much to the others chagrin. If it was in the genuine strategists good favor, well...

Blackout showed no apparent disapproval, save for the way his optics narrowed at the initial idea. The hunter would follow his master, where ever that may take him. Loyal as a dog and headfast as a noble steed, he was. He'd not argue.

No matter, it'd be a temporary fix to a temporary problem.

Lauren was deep in the throws of slumber atop his thigh armor. Everyone else, exempting the chopper, were also in recharge. Blackout stalked the perimeter on guard and on a hair trigger, ready to strike down the first inclination of a threat.

Megatron rested his opposing arm atop his propped knee servo, claws tapping along his metal in thought. His optics stealing glances to her form every few kliks, noting the way she tossed and turned restlessly, her face contorting in displeasure admits her unconsciousness. Body plagued in ugly bruises, it was no wonder she knew no comfort. 

The night droned on painstakingly slow and he still put off his recharge, contemplating what the following day was to bring.

If all went well, then they'd be allied forces and if it went south, then he'd return with someone's helm on a pike. Either way, something would work itself out.

Tilting his helm back, he rested it against the wall with a vent, his optics cast to the femme below. He paid her sleepy mumbles no mind as she turned over onto her other side. The woman curled further in on herself making her already small form all that much more puny.