MTMTE X Cybertronian! Femme! Reader

Chapter 3 [Issue 3]

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I was just finishing off my conversation with Swerve about how idiotic that name is, when Rodimus spoke up once more. "Listen up everyone. There's been a bit of an incident on the lower decks." I raised an optic ridge at him. "Nothing to worry about, but I'd like everyone to pair off, find a habitation suite, and wait inside until I give the all clear." Well, that doesn't sound like nothing to worry about. Heck, I'd even say he's going all out apocalyptic mode here. "Everyone, That is, except Ratchet, Tailbreaker, and Chromedome. You three are with me." Rodimus stated. "Just a precautionary measure in response to something absolutely unremarkable and actually quite boring." I scoffed, quite boring my aft. "But if anyone does happen to carry industrial strength energy dampeners or turn into a nullification booth or is able to generate level 9 containment fields, then hey, feel free to tag along.." He finished with a sarcastic remark. "..So, um.. 'Til all are one!" I walked over to Ratchet with stars in my optics. "Please! Please! Can I come with you? I'll be helpful! I know some stuff! I'll be like a nurse!" I begged, put on an adorable pout. He was silent for a minutes before I whimpered slightly and my derma quivered. "Fine." He gave in. "Score!" I shouted, walking to his side as we made our way to the lower decks.

A while later, I was sat besides Ratchet, examining the almost unidentifiable Mech infront of us. To be honest, I was just passing him tools and such. But it was fun to be at least.. included. "I didn't think they were real.." One Mech started and I looked up at him. "I thought they were like the shimmer or the necrobot or the seething moon." He went silent for a while. "People are afraid to believe. Sparkeaters, Cybervores, Soulsnatchers... 'The nightmare with a thousand names'." Ratchet concluded. "Yeah, but has anyone actually seen one before?" The Mech asked and I decided to speak up. "I knew a friend who claimed to have seen one. Said they had this massive.. tentacle? Tendril? What ever.. coming out of their face that sucks up the sparks. Don't know how faithful the source was, but the way he described it, it wasn't pleasant." I shivered. "I once arrested a Decepticon who once thought he was a sparkeater." Ultra Magnus spoke up. "He called himself the Dark assassin, devoured of souls and propagator of infinite sin." He went silent. "His real name was Blip." I giggled slightly, covering my intake. Rewind decided to speak up. "I've got 29 seconds of footage that's supposed to show a sparkeater attacking the Gimlin facility on Varas Centralas. Varas or Veras. One of the two." He tapped the camera on the side of his helm. "Maybe Verus? You know, it could actually be—"

"Enough!"

"Enough prattle!" Ratchet shouted. "Has anyone forgotten about the dead DinoBot?" Ratchet asked. "Ore that's his—I think his name's Ore." Spoke Rewind again. "All of you—you're so quick to blame the boogieman. Yes, this Autobot has suffered massive internal trauma, but in my line of work that's not unusual." Ratchet hissed and I scoffed. Who does he think he is? Not all of us are complete imbeciles (Especially me! I'm a trained professional!).. actually let me re-think that. "Okay then—explain this." The Mech that spoke held up a brain module. "A brain module sitting outside a body of without a head wound. Now I'm no doctor, but that strikes me as intensely wrong." The Mech inspected the module. "Woah. Two questions." Rewind began. "One. Are we saying he vomited up his own brain? And Two: Can I please go home now?" He asked and I smiled softly at him. "It's Rossum's Trinity isn't it? The spark, the brain module and the transformation cog are interlinked. Damage to one can cause the others to shut down." Chromedome spoke, his digits forming a triangle. "The sparkeater paralysed him by disconnecting his brain module but wanted to deserve the integrity of the spark." Chromedome concluded and Ratchet rolled his optics slightly. "Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah." Ratchet finally spoke. "Here's a novel suggestion: why doesn't everyone stop talking and let me inspect the body?" Ratchet suggested aggressively.