The Life of a Commander (TFP)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

After cleaning the foul smelling mess, I made my way to the medical bay to makes sure that Ratchet really fixed my completely. I wasn't sure even though no warning messages appeared.

I laid on the berth as Knockout scanned me.

"Hmm, looks like he really did fix you up completely. Although..." He picked up a pair of pliers and plunged into my neck cables with them. I yelped in pain as he yanked something out."They bugged you." He held the small, black object out so I could see it. "I'm guessing it tapped into your audio and visual. good thing they didn't get any information."

"Yes, although I was in the shower before I came here." I cringed at the thought of them watching me.

"Knockout smirked. "The Autobots got quite the treat, then."

I groaned. "Don't remind me. The last thing I need is for one of those mechs to like me. I prefer to keep my relationships in-faction."

"Speaking of relationships," he began as he leaned against the berth, "what's going on between you and Megatron?"

"I honestly have no clue. He just said I was special to him. He's given a couple of pats on the back, but nothing more. I'm not sure if he's toying with me or if he actually feels something."

"First things first. Do you feel anything?"

I thought about it for a moment. Did I feel anything for the warlord? No, the mech I had feelings for was-

"Nightstrike, come to the communication hub. Lord Megatron's orders."

I commed the vehicon back. "On my way." I turned to Knockout. "We will continue this conversation later."

I quickly walked to where I was needed so that I didn't have to think about it right now.

"Yes, my liege?"

"You let her lead a mine defense? As your second in command, it's my job to lead the troops!"

Whoops. I appeared to have walked in on an argument between Megatron and Starscream.

"Be that as it may, your fighting skills and numerous attempts to overthrow me are atrocious. Nightstrike here is much more qualified for the job. That is why I'm demoting and promoting her. She will be Knockout's medical assistant as well as second in command."

"Two posts?! Lord Megatron-"

"Not another word, Starscream, or I'll rip out your vocal processor. Return to your quarters."

The seeker stomped out of the room, glaring at me coldly as he passed.

"Are you sure of your decision, Megatron?" I asked as soon as the doors closed.

"As sure as I've been about anything," he smiled as he walked up to me. "But I must make a request of you. I wish for you to acquire a set of wings."

"As you wish. Though, I do wish to speak with you about something. Preferably without the presence of others."

He ordered everyone out except for Soundwave. I could deal with that.

"Megatron, do you remember what you said a couple of days ago to me in the hall?" He nodded. "I was wondering if you could tell me what you meant by that."

"You see, dear Nightstrke, I see you as one of the most level-headed people on this ship, only coming behind myself and Soundwave. The others are so incompetent. It is my hope that you will provide us with an advantage over the Autobots. That is why you are special to me, nothing more."

I sighed in relief. "Thank you. Now, about those wings, anything specific?"

He smirked. "Just make sure it's military-class. Soundwave will open a bridge to a military base. Don't cause any casualties or collateral damage unless you want those wretched Autobots to show up."

"I'd be out before they even arrive. Air superiority, my liege."

He smiled then gave Soundwave the command.