Healed [Sequel to Burned](Transformers Prime)

Chapter Eleven | Getting to Know One Another

"Some superhero, some fairytale bliss,
Just someone I can turn to,
Somebody I could kiss,
I want somethin' just like this,"

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"Your weapons systems are incredibly advanced," Alpha spoke calmly to the Transformer, who was currently demonstrating his weaponry to them. Lockdown was losing patience, but he decided that he could play their little game until they fullfilled their end of the bargain.

Give us any and all information you have on your technology, and we will give you the means to find and destroy your quarry.

He returned his guns to servos. "The ability to transform is due to our transformation cognition, as you already know. These devices are heavily debated; some say they evolved from Cybertronians that were attempting to survive when the planet was nearing the end of the Predacon Age. Others believe that they were bestowed upon us by a Prime."

"And which one do you believe?" She questioned, tilting her head.

"I don't care for flimsy science or religion," he growled lowly, flexing his servo as he picked up an electric-pulse gun. "The answer is neither. I was born with my ability to transform; that is all I care to know."

Alpha smirked a little, gazing at him. Merely a blood-thirsty hound. And, according to him, the best of the best of them.

Gamma swallowed nervously as the Transformer described the next weapon in his heads. It could be modified to either stun a Transformer, or kill them with a bolt of pure electricity. He seemed to be one of few who realized that, if he wanted, the alien lifeform could use his weapons on them and destroy the place. But Alpha was oddly trusting of it.

His promotion to Gamma put him in one of the highest ranks imagineable - and one of the deadliest. He could not voice his concern to Alpha, lest it angered her and she either demoted him or killed him. The latter was a more likely scenario. But rumor had it that she had a sadistic interest in him; she knew just how weak he truly was, and was going to exploit every moment of it for her pleasure. He would not have been surprised if she was currently observing him from the corner of her eye, watching him squirm.

A host of Branch Five scientists were also present, recording the Transformer and writing notes as they came up with different ideas and saw how to modify current human technology. "Lockdown" was providing immensely useful information that could make M.E.C.H the weapons capital of the world. It would make them the weapons capital.

His hounds were also being studied, but in a different laboratory. He made it clear that they were to be treated nicely; and he would not take responsibility if they ate a particularly cruel scientist. Gamma could only wonder what they could possibly be studying. They were the equivalent of giant metal dogs.

Lockdown systematically moved through his various weapons, finally ending his impromptu presentation. Alpha stood, grinning.

"Excellent. Now, we want to know about your transformation cognition. How it functions, how it works. Additionally, we want to learn your, ah, 'Groundbridge' technology."

"I do not have intimate knowledge of a transformation cognition, nor of Groundbridge technology." He growled lowly, his voice making Gamma's hairs stand up on end. "That would be information a scientist would know, or a doctor." He paused, a grin slowly forming on his face.

Alpha picked up on it immediately. "You know someone?"

"A medic," he replied. "A medic with Groundbridge technology. At the very least, he could tell you about the transformation cognition. But I would not be surprised if he also knew about Groundbridge operations; judging by his lack of sufficient Cybertronian back-up."