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

Failure

     Smokescreen couldn't quite believe it. One minute they were about to activate the Omega Lock, and the next... Megatron had the upper hand as the kids were shown off, trapped in their clear containers. They all had a sense of fear about them, but they all refused to show it, wanting to be brave as Megatron made his bargain: The kids, for the keys. Smokescreen was unsure of what Optimus' choice would be, though Jack and Miko were adamant on reviving Cybertron. Would the Prime risk that?

         "Optimus..." Arcee looked to him with a desperate gaze, and the mech nodded, a faint solemness about it. He looked to Megatron, about to make his deal.

         "Don't do it Optimus!" Miko hollered banging her tiny fists on the glass as her expression contorted to a seething anger, only held back by the glass that was protecting her from the harsh atmosphere.

         "Revive Cybertron!" Jack pleaded, "Don't worry about us!"

Rafael stayed silent, sending a pleading look to Bumblebee to try and convince him that they were fine with the decision. They believed their lives weren't as important as their home world was.

     Alas their pleads were heard, but not acknowledged as the Autobots set their weapons to rest. One by one, the keys were handed over, and Smokescreen was hesitant. He looked to the key in his servo, and back to Optimus, who nodded. Shaking his helm, the rookie went up to retrieve Jack. Half way there, the key was yanked from his servos.

         "What th-"

He felt a warm digit touch his dermas, and he held back a smile as he realized who it was.

         "What is this trickery?" Megatron growled as he watched the floating key. it danced around the Cybertronians all confused as they watched, the humans silent, no longer pleading.

         "Uh... A sign from Alpha Trion?" Smokescreen chuckled nervously, then grabbed Jack and ran back to the other Autobots as the Decepticons stayed in place, stunned as the key moved back towards the Autobots... as well as the three already acquired, together as if holding servos. Both sides were silent, still unsure of what was happening, and all stunned. All became known as the wielder of the four keys made herself known.

         "Hello sire," she chuckled, "How's the ship? Still a mess?"

To Smokescreen's surprise, the Autobots made no move, and the Decepticons stood motionless.

         "You... You are GONE!" Megatron seethed, void of both the keys and the hostages.

         "Oh quite the opposite," she cackled, "Now how about you turn around and go back to that prison you wanted me to call home."

         "You would betray your own family?" the war lord boomed, "I am your SIRE! What would your carrier think?"

         "Do not SPEAK of my carrier fiend!" the words from his daughter began to stab at his spark, but the warmonger would not let that show, "Because of you she is GONE! And there is NO chance of her coming back!"

         "Yet it is because of YOU she was in the position of termination in the first place," Megatron shot back, and (Y/D) growled, "Echoblast would still be here, if it wasn't for the Autobot corruption to your spark."

Soundwave came close to Megatron, by the mech's side, and offered a servo out to the shaking (Y/D). She knew that behind that visor was one of determination to get her back, the last of his line as his niece, and the last he had of his sister.

         "I can't go back, Soundwave," she shook her helm, "If only you would stop believing that horrid lie."

The lithe Con took his servo back, and she knew he would be scowling. She was glad she couldn't see his faceplate then.

     Another few moments passed before Megatron decided that this stalemate had been going on long enough, and ordered for the Decepticons to attack. Smokescreen dashed to (Y/D)'s side, making sure that the keys stayed safe, as well as her. He saw Megatron barrel his way through his own forces, his target being the silver look-alike Smokescreen was swearing to protect. The femme placed the keys in her subspace and transformed, taking off into the air with her sire just behind. Smokescreen watched helplessly as he watched from the ground, wishing he could catch up and help her as Megatron chased her to near exhaustion. The kids had already been brought back to safety.

         "Optimus!" he called, "(Y/D) needs help!"

         "She is capable of handling herself Smokescreen," their leader announced as he bashed in a vehicon's helm.

         "Against Megatron?!"

         "Megatron was known for more than just his strength in the Pits of Kaon," Optimus looked to the rookie, "But his trickery as well."

Continuing to keep the Decepticon forces from the Omega Lock, Smokescreen and the Autobots continued the fight on the ground, though all took a glance when the faint thrummings of the aerial bots came to close for comfort.

     Megatron had brute strength, but (Y/D) had the litheness of her carrier to a point, this meant she could reach faster speeds, and aerial stunts Megatron could only dream of achieving. She made a form of U-turn in the air, going up and around her sire, making him growl as he tried to catch up with the young femme he remembered all to well. Memories of cheering her name when he won in the Gladiator Pits as she watched flooded his processor and he hated it, making him grow angrier with each passing memory of her smiling faceplate, and her carrier's loving optics. Green, a lovely shade of emerald green, only three pairs like it on the entire planet of Cybertron. Later only one, hidden from the world as ordered, and now, only two, as the warmonger found out. He landed on the metal ground that was once his home, and took steady aim at his daughter, unsuspecting of the landed war lord. When he knew he couldn't miss, he displayed a horrid, energon freezing smirk.

         "Say hello to your carrier for me, little Gladiator." 

(In case any one had any hope for Megatron, yeah just let that fall into the anti-spark and stay there. Love ya'll!)