When in the Presence of Royalty Smokescreen x Megatron's Daughter Reader

Knight in Shining Armor

         |: Uh... hey (Y/D), :| Smokescreen commed, sighing as he found himself alone in the home of his enemy.

         |: Yeah? :|

The rookie was quite surprised that he was able to contact her.

         |: Um... what do you think about coming to the Nemesis for a little rescue party? Don't worry, I brought the games. :|

He heard her bell of a laugh on the other end of the link, and hoped that no one would come in any time soon.

         |: Are you in a cell or a medical table? :| she said through her mirth.

         |: I think medical table, :| Smokescreen informed.

         |: I'll be there in ten minutes. :|

Where was she to be able to get there within ten minutes, Smokescreen had no clue, but waited, though not very patiently as he tried to loosen his bindings, being unfruitful in this action.

     When the door slid open, he looked up with a smile, only to frown as he saw the Decepticon medic and leader... and someone else in the background... or was that just a passing vehicon? Luckily for him, it wasn't, and (Y/D) crept behind the medical table he was strapped to, invisible to most optics. She looked to her sire, who stood, intimidating to most, foolish to his own heir, and stuck out her glossa just to spite him. In truth she was quite the sparkling at spark, and hid that from him for the many vorns she served his cause. Going back to the task at servo, she tried to short out the restraints holding the grounder down. (Y/D) had to jump out of the way, knocking a few tools down when they decided to attach the Cortical Psychic patch, and she cringed as it was activated. Poor Smokescreen... she had to wait for them to finish. In this spare time, she roamed the Nemesis with ease, being undetected by everyone, even Soundwave, who she missed dearly. She watched as he worked at one of the many computers, remembering times when he would actually show his faceplate, and smile, laugh. (Y/D) stood behind him, wishing she could tell him she was alright, but she knew he would only tell Megatron in the end. Silently creeping away, she went back to the medical room where Smokescreen was held, finding everyone to be gone, except Smokescreen.

         "Hey," she whispered, starting him as he looked around frantically.

         "Who's there?"

         "Just your knight in shining armor," (Y/D) grinned as she made herself visible once more.

         "WHAO! How'd you do that?" the mech whisper-yelled, making the grey-white femme giggle.

         "Let's just call it a hand-me-down from my carrier's side."

Further and further the questions go on in Smokescreen's helm. Cloaking ability, invisibility? Who was this elusive carrier (Y/D) seemed so fond of?

     She released him from his bonds, and started for the outside world, but Smokescreen insisted on getting the Phase Shifter before leaving. So here (Y/D) was, waiting as she leaned on the wall, quite bored as she banged the back of her helm to said wall, wanting out of the oppressive atmosphere.

         "Are you done ye-"

She was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Knockout half way through the wall. She quickly activated her invisibility device, and backed away as Smokescreen walked through, a large smile plastered to his faceplate.

         "Where'd you go?" He looked around, confused, only to feel a slight nudge to his servo, and a pull in the direction (Y/D) wanted to go, to which Smokescreen nodded and started to leave, though not without pointing digit-guns at Knockout, who growled, demanding to be brought out of the wall.

         "Don't endanger me like that!" (Y/D) scolded as she became visible once more, "If Knockout knew of me being alive, the entire fleet would be tearing Earth apart just to find me!"

         "Why?" Smokescreen snorted, obviously wondering why such a reaction would come from just Knockout finding her.

         "First of all, he'd tell my sire," the femme deadpanned, "Second, he used to be my caretaker, and is overly obsessed with trying to find a sparkmate for 'the future queen'." she huffed, her expression very grumpy now that she was remembering the many 'meetings' she would have with certain mechs back on Cybertron, in the presence of her Sire and Knockout of course.

         "Oh..." Smokescreen frowned.

     They roamed the Nemesis for a time, before (Y/D) stopped near a particularily large door. Smokescreen looked to her questioningly, but she only smirked as she opened the sliding entrance. There was no one inside, and upon further notice, no guards around either. (Y/D) entered as if she owned the place, singular sharpened tooth shining as she looked at the hoard of dark energon that graced her vision.

         "Uh... (Y/D)..." Smokescreen became nervous, "Wh-what are we we here for... exactly?"

         "I told you awhile ago about that relic," she answered, "Well I don't have the power source, Megatron does." She took a vial from her subspace, and filled it half way with the purple substance that now coated her sharpened digit-tips, "But now I do as well."

         "How can you willingly use that?" Smokescreen gawked.

         "Simple," The femme passed him, flicking the last of the dark energon off of her digit and onto the ground, "Unlike the Autobots, I use all resources I find, even if that resource is dangerous."

The two left the storage room, and soon came to a dead end. This is when the alarm sounded.

         "Turn on that relic," (Y/D) ordered.

         "Why?" Smokescreen questioned, but did as told.

         "Ready for flying lessons?"

Before Smokescreen could protest, (Y/D) had pushed him out of the wall and into the open world, slowing his decent as she transformed and flew just under him, allowing the mech to find his balance in the air before taking off into the distance, leaving him to figure things out on his own.

         "I'll remember this," he grumbled, before contacting the Autobots.