Ch. 2: Prisoner

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Location: Nemesis

Time: 1600 hours

Days Missing: 3

Sparks flew from the tool Knockout was using to fix the wound in the Prime's ankle, trying to keep an outburst to himself. 'Why would Lord Megatron request for the wound fixed?' He thought. 'If I were in charge, I'd make the Prime suffer for all I would care.'

The door to his work room opened, and Megatron stepped in, a satisfied smile on the silver mech's faceplate. "Is the wound fixed, Knockout?" He asked, a surprise to the Prime that he would even ask at all. "Yes, Lord Megatron." Knockout said, standing up. "The seal should stop the leak for a few weeks." "Excellent, now leave us."

The medic and any security personnel standing by rushed out of the room, one Vehicon tripping over a wire. Megatron rolled his optics, and turned his attention to the restrained Prime on the slab. (*glup* hold back a scream, MiniPrime...)

"You're lucky I ordered for that wound to be fixed, Optimus." He said. "I could've let your Energon flow out until you had none left."

"What is is it that you want, Megatron?" Optimus snapped. "I understand the child returned, hasn't she?" "As I recall, you were responsible for her disappearance." "Now was I? It looks like I am now responsible for your disappearance, aren't I?" Optimus narrowed his optics at his foe. "It's simple, as long as I have you as my prisoner, the Autobots won't try to stop me, especially with your 'daughter' now in control." "That's not exactly how it works, Megatron." "Then tell me how works, then. Is your, so called, 'Medic' in your spot?" "Ryanna chooses who the temporary leader is, and I do not give her a roll call." "Well, you should, because she seemed to keep herself missing for 5 billion years."

"Dreadlock," Megatron spoke through his com link. "Take our prisoner to his cell, we have no use for him right now." " Yes, Lord Megatron. I'm coming to the lab now." Dreadlock responded.

Megatron turned to leave, "Oh, and I heard that the child's yearly Energon injection was coming up," He sneered, a cruel grin on his faceplate. He turned and left. A blue and gold mech stepped in after Megatron walked out. He removed the shackles and helped Optimus off of the slab, surprisingly cautious of his ankle.

"I honestly thought you were crazy to sacrifice yourself like that, sir." Dreadlock said. "I've seen most Autobots run when they saw the chance." "I knew that only one of us was going through that bridge, I wanted her to be the one who did." Optimus said. "Who is 'her,' sir?" "My child." "You mean Ryanna Prime? The Autobot Child?" Optimus nodded. "My apologies, sir. I hadn't realized you were a Prime. One of the last remaining Primes'." "You are still young, Dreadlock. I don't expect you to know who the Autobot's are." Servos behind Optimus' back, Dreadlock put the cuffs on his wrists and walked him out of the lab. Some guilt washed over Dreadlock for having to treat the Prime like he was an accident.

"If I may ask, what happened to Ryanna?" He said in a low voice. Any Con heard him speaking to the Prime like that and he would be put on death row. "She was shot out into space. We just found her two years ago." "I take it it was Megatron who did it." "Yes." "Oh." He was silent for a moment. "I've seen her file a few times. I must honestly say, she resembles you much." "You are much more modest than Decepticons are, Dreadlock." "That's a compliment, right?" "If you wish it to be." Dreadlock opened the cell door and Optimus walked inside.

"I have a feeling something's gonna go down tomorrow." Dreadlock said before closing the door and locking it. "Megatron is unpredictable." Optimus said before sitting down. "From his tone, I have the grave feeling this all to eliminate my little girl." Dreadlock started to think of something he couldn't' understand then, a small amount of softness in personality started to show in his optics. He turned and left to report to his master of the prisoner's status, with the hardness having a soft layer somewhere in him. The Prime could have changed his mind, but for now he wasn't sure.

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