Life Itself ~ Ultra Magnus X Reader

Gotta Get Back ~ 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
2ND POV
11/5/17
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   "Apologize? Well I never thought I'd see that day." You said sarcastically, rolling your optics again. Ultra Magnus took a few seconds to breathe in and out before he continued the conversation. You'd gone from such a nice and kindred soul to an absolute brat in days, and it was almost all his fault. He'd decided not to tell his teammates about your encounter, and everything had just gone downhill from there.

   "I'm sorry. For everything. I hadn't told my team about our encounter only because I, myself, didn't understand. Decepticons aren't usually kind, but you were only trying to keep me alive." The commander explained sadly. "You've plagued my thoughts with your unexpected kindness, and I was too much of a fool not to accept it." The apology sounded weird to both of you in his voice. It was just as rare as Starscream admitting something bad was entirely his fault.

   "I . . ." You trailed off. He really meant it, didn't he? This was some real weird Romeo and Juliet feeling scrap going on. You were just restraints and missing a balcony scene. "Thank you. I accept your apology." This time, the lieutenant let out a more relieved sigh, but did not smile. You could tell he wanted to by the twinkle in his optics that told you he was incredibly gruntled to get this off of his shoulders. "Oh, and Ultra Magnus?" You caught his attention as he began walking away.

"Yes?"

"Sorry for being an afthole." You apologized awkwardly. You could've sworn you heard a faint chuckle from the mech as he kept his backstruts facing you.

"Apology accepted." He replied, before strolling over to the area where his remaining teammates stood. They were gathered around the computer and probably talking to someone in the field at the moment. You didn't bother to listen into the conversation; it probably wasn't anything you didn't already know.

It was just a little while later when an older, dark skinned man (Agent Fowler, you presumed) entered the base and walked on one of the walkways while reading miscellaneous files. But something felt off in this entirely random moment. A faint buzzing reached your audio receptors, and you only realized where it was coming from when it was too late. Laserbeak broke through one of Hanger E's windows and flew the room, shooting off the restraints that held you and Soundwave down. Smokescreen managed to make a shot that clipped the minicon's wing, but the Bots quickly ducked down to protect themselves again. There was some more firing at Laserbeak, but the minicon's successfully attached itself back to its master's chassis, and the communications officer awoke from unconsciousness.

You hopped off of the berth and rubbed your sore wrists. Soundwave stood up and almost immediately electrocuted Smokescreen, and then Bulkhead. The last thing Ultra Magnus saw was the regret on your face before he fell into unconsciousness from electrocution as well. Then finally, the TIC took care of the medic.
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   After you and Soundwave had brought Ratchet to the Nemesis, you hadn't bothered to stick around. You didn't want or need to witness the Cortical Sychic Patch or the persuasion to have the medic help the Cons out with the Synthetic Energon formula. You already he'd be forced to whether he wanted to or not. Instead, you had decided to hang out with Knockout and pick out accessories and new colors for your upcoming bonding ceremony. Megatron had chosen to move the ceremony to an earlier date; the day when the Omega Lock was predicted to be finished.

   That day was today.

   Unfortunately, midway through the process, Knockout was forced to leave to focus on helping out Shockwave and Ratchet. Though you were disappointed, you wouldn't dare interfere. You knew a bunch of things about bugs; that's why you'd originally become an entomologist. That wouldn't be of any help to the scientists.

   You finally chose something that looked similar to a wedding gown, completed with tons of alien gems. It was incredibly beautiful, and you put it on so you could admire yourself in the mirror with it on. You hadn't really cared for fashion in your human life, but it wasn't difficult to admit that Cybertronians had many wondrous things to offer in that area, such as traditional garbs to weapons and battle armor. Once you were done fawning over your own looks—like how the sort-of-gown hugged your curves and complimented your armor—you headed off to search for your soon-to-be sparkmate, only because you didn't really have anything better to do.

   "Lord Megatron." You called out as you flew elegantly into the control room. It seemed that the Omega Lock was already being moved into place to destroy your home planet. It certainly wasn't any more, it was the Nemesis now, and soon it would be Cybertron. It surprised you how easily you'd given up already, and it probably would've terrified the old you. The human you.

   "Ah! My dear, you look absolutely delectable." The Decepticon leader commented when he saw you. You looked astonishing, and the jaws of Knockout and Starscream dropped at the sight of your beautiful look. The warlord definitely had good taste in femmes. "And it will be darling, next time, not Lord Megatron." He growled, nipping at your neck cables for a few minutes.

   "Erm, yes darling." You replied softly. His giant arms wrapped themselves around your waist as he hugged you from the side so your fluttering wings could work properly. It was so uncomfortable, but your body had never been given any attention like this before and it yearned for his touch. So, like you'd done many times before, you gave in, when suddenly . . .

   "Lord Megatron," a guard suddenly spoke over the intercom, "Predaking is on a rampage and moving rapidly towards the—" The trooper choked and the message died, but it got across. The ex-gladiator frowned and let out a frustrated growl. It could only go downhill from here.