Transformers re-Prime-d (Season 1)

Crisscross

Ghost

"Wake up," said a voice I did not know. "Wake up."

The metal below me was cold. Unrecognizable. A bright light pierced my closed eyes. I moved my arms to shield my face from the light.

"Wake up."

I did so not because I wanted to. I resisted completely. I did not want to obey my oppressor.

"Wake up!"

My optics online-d, and I could see the bright light, which reflected off my arms' armor. The color was dull. Dull. Faded. A silver white, which lay beneath black ghostly wisps that resembled the final smoke from a dead candle's flame.

"Wake up."

Why? Why should I?

My arms slowly fell down to my sides and my eyes adjusted. I was lying on the floor behind bars. I was in one of the brig's cells. A vehicon was on the other side. He was standing. He was unarmed. He controlled a terminal: The terminal, which controlled the bright light. I backed up against the wall. My back to it, I sat.

"Up."

"I don't take orders from a vehicon."

"We don't have time for this."

I crossed my arms and glared at him. I was determined not to move.

"Up, now."

I stretched out one of my arms, expecting to threaten the lesser drone. I glared.

"I will not ask another time."

My weaponry was gone. No clawed extensions to activate. No blaster to utilize. Nothing. I placed my feet below me and pushed through the air. No weaponry anywhere. My body electrified. Nothing.

"Come."

I wanted to rip him apart. Rip everyone apart. My weaponry was gone. They stole it. They cut it from my very frame. About much I wasn't sentimental, but this? I would kill for this.

The cage door opened.

"We're late."

He grabbed my arm. I jerked it away.

"Fine. Follow me."

"Where?" I spat.

"Megatron has requested your presence."

I'm going to kill him.

The vehicon walked out of the brig's entrance and I followed. Guards were posted periodically at every other door: Every logical escape path. I kept my eyes to the ground at first. I avoided their glances. I ignored my own shame. But, it was illogical to waste an opportunity by glaring at the ground. I raised my sight, and I counted my opponents. The math just wouldn't add up. Not in my favor. Ability activated, I would run out of energy before I would be able to get anywhere. The vehicon stopped in front of a door.

"We're here."

It opened. He stepped to the side.

"Go in."

I didn't recognize the location. I wasn't used to walking to places from the brig. He waited a few moments. I walked through the doorway. The door slid shut behind me.