~Back Onboard the Nemesis~
The bots who had successfully survived this task were finally on the other side of the ground bridge. There, eagerly awaiting their arrival, was none other than the notorious lord Megatron. And his third in command Soundwave of course, for documenting purposes.
"My lord, we have successfully retrieved the artifact you sent us to get. It took great risks, but we got it done," the vehicon who you had given the item to proudly displayed it for lord Megatron to see.
"Ahh how nice is it to hear once in a while our troops weren't a total failure," lord Megatron spoke as he snatched the artifact into his own grasp.
"There were others who went on the mission as well. What are their whereabouts?" Soundwave questioned the vehicon at hand.
"Well, it's hard to say. Most of the vehicons, if not all, died at the hands of the autobots. It's really tragic to-"
"And what happened to ____?" Soundwave cut off the vehicon suddenly.
"I do not know what happened to her. I left far too soon to see whether they took her in or offlined her."
"What a pity, she proved to be a fine doctor to our forces. Wherever she is currently, she could find a way out herself," Megatron cruelly replied to the vehicons statement.
"But Megatron, she could tell the autobots valuable information about our side of the war. ____ is also a very well needed member of our medical crew. We should find out what happened to her," Soundwave attempted to rebuttal Megatron's choice.
"Everybot is expandable, sooner or later we will find some other highly trained medical bot. And what secrets perchance would ____ know about our cause? She is a lower ranking bot and has no access to private information at all. Unless somebot was telling it to her, we should have no fear of ____ spilling any information. Now I suggest you listen to the orders I give, as it will be wise to not combat my decisions." And with that, Megatron simply walked away.
Soundwave didn't follow Megatron out the room. Instead, he stayed back for a bit thinking about what he had said. He's heard the spiel about how all bots in the end are replaceable and lives are a mere price to pay for winning the war. But now, now that the bot in question was somebot important to him, Soundwave knew he HAD to do something more than sit around and wait for another bot to take your position.
'I'll find you ____, it's not over yet.'
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As you finally arrived at the Autobots base, you released the tight grasp your optics held and looked around the room. It was not what you expected at all somehow. Unlike your ship, this base was lit. There wasn't a dark color scheme going on at all. And from the looks of it, it wasn't big in length. Overall, there wasn't such a menacing, fearsome vibe to it like the Nemesis. It mostly gave an on point, focused one (well a hint of disgust flew through the atmosphere because you were there).
"Alright Prime, we managed to successfully capture the 'con behind all this mess? Where do we put her?" Bulkhead asked.
"Bring her to the holding station for now. From there, we will interrogate her for any information she has that can be of value to us. Arcee, make sure to keep the kids away from her. We do not yet know what this one is capable of." And with that you were thrown into the holding station. But it wasn't really a "station", more of a vertical table that locks you into place using restrictions and cuffs and other add-ons.
It didn't take long for all the other Autobots to join the "party". Everybot was standing around you, looking at you intensely. Fortunately, you weren't one to crack under pressure.
"What is your designation, soldier?" the Prime asked you.
"____. One of the medical doctors onboard the Nemesis ship."
"A doctor? Why were you sent out on a mission then?" the green one asked.
"Umm because usually medic bots also help on missions and what not when needed? Why would you even ask that question?"
"Listen femme don't get so snappy here. We don't do things the Decepticon way, our medic usually stays at the base. So don't go attacking somebot for asking a question," Arcee lectured at you.
"Enough Arcee, back down. I digress, ____ what do you know about Megatron's plan to restore and conquer Cybertron?" Prime questioned you.
"Jumping the gun a bit there. Well, quite frankly you're asking the wrong bot. I'm a low level Decepticon in the ranks, I have no part or intel on ANY of lord Megatron's plans. I am only told what to do, but never why I'm doing it."
"Beep er eeer Beep," the yellow car (that broke your servo not so long ago) whirled.
"Come again? I don't know what you're saying."
"He's saying he doesn't believe you, and neither do I. Prime, she HAS to know something! She's lying right to our face plates!" Bulkhead exclaimed.
"I don't think so Prime, she was never one to lie," a new, familiar voice appeared in the conversation. You could recognize that voice from ANYWHERE. It was. . . your sire!
"You mean you know this. . . bot Ratchet?" Arcee questioned.
"Long time no see, right? I've been meaning to contact you and trust me this is the last way I would have wanted you to see me. But work has been crazy, and you know stuff has gotten a bit out of hand."
"So what, you grow up and all of a sudden you're on the enemies side planning to destroy the Earth and enslave all the bots around you? What happened to you, you used to be such a kind sparkling?" he argued to your comment.
"I-it's not like that! I promise I didn't really have a choice! It was either I join the Decepticons or my energon would have painted an alleyway! Believe me I would much rather have not gotten into this war. But this is great, I finally found you after all this time!" you tried to defend your side. But overall, you were happy to finally see your sire again. Your suspicions were correct, he was on this planet after all!
"Wait Ratch, what do you mean by 'used to be such a kind sparkling?' You're not telling me that you've known this THING for a long time?" Arcee asked.
"Well, Arcee, this THING just so happens to be my sparkling." The room went quiet. EVERYBOT was absolutely stunned.
"Beep-berrr?" the yellow one questioned.
"Yes, Bumblebee I am 100% sure."
"Well, this is quite the unexpected turn of events," the Prime stated, "but whether she is your sparkling or not, she still is a Decepticon. We must keep her here."
'I mean, there wasn't a lot waiting for me back on the Nemesis,' you thought to yourself, 'well, except...' you didn't dare think of his designation for the sole purpose of trying to maintain a tough, strong attitude. You knew that just saying that name in your processor would destroy your whole facade.
Suddenly, a large crashing sound came from somewhere over yonder. You, along with all the Autobots, turned to see who it was.
"____!" they yelled.
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a/n: hey guys its been a little while since I last updated cause of school n stuff. But, since today (publishing this chapter 2/14) is Valentines Day I decided to update! Anyways, I hope y'all have a great Valentines Day <3
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Broken Circuit |{Reader x TFP Soundwave}|
Любовные романыSomething was always wrong with me. When I was first created, I had a big error with a circuit in my left servo. Throughout the years, I was always just aside from society. Nothing ever happened to me. That was until the war when I was forced to ch...
