Dancing For The Optics Of The Wicked

Chapter 2: Unwanted Attention

Arcee finished her performance with a bow, she almost growled in disgust as she heard wolf whistles scatter across the crowd. She held her glossa and looked across the crowd, she spotted a very large mech who had her friend in his grasp, Bulkhead. The mech seemed to be forcing Bulkhead to look at her. She quickly avoided his gaze out of shame. The mech who held Bulkhead was a few metres taller than him, he had the same figure as Breakdown but was a different colour. He was black and grey.

He sent a wink her way and she broke their gaze, she looked around but didn't recognize anybody else.  And with that, she stepped backstage.

She was aloud to clip her armour on before heading towards Megatron, A vehicon had told her he requested her presence. She slipped through the crowd with her head low, following the vehicon in front of her. When she stopped in front of Megatron, the big mech sub-spaced her original restraints, the white ribbon. He looped it around her waist and tied the end to his chair leg. Arcee almost groaned in frustration. Now she had to stay here.

"Ah, Kiloracer, It's good to see you." Megatron spoke, startling Arcee out of her sulking. She saw it was the mech from earlier, she glanced at Bulkhead, who had a thick chain around his servos. He was obviously this 'Kiloracer's' slave.

"You too, Lord Megatron." This guy's accent was thick, husky even.

"I see you have adopted an Autobot as your own slave, much like myself." Megatron laughed, Kiloracer soon joining in with the laughter.

"Nice choice." Kiloracer commented, jutting his chin out at Arcee, Megatron hummed in response, while Arcee shot a glare.

"Yes, but, she needs some obedience training." He growled, glancing at Arcee, his optics flashing.

"I'd be happy to help, this one, submitted after a few weeks." He chuckled, gesturing at Bulkhead, who turned away.

Arcee growled lowly.

"Oh ho! You don't like the sound o' that don't cha?" The mech teased, leaning down at the femme. While Megatron seemed in deep thought.

"Hm, Kiloracer. Please stay temporarily at Darkmount. If you succeeded in breaking the wrecker, you may have a shot at my femme, but, nothing too extreme might I add. She is still needed." Megatron said, ignoring the hiss the femme made at him for calling her 'his'.

Kiloracer saluted before retreating back to his place in the audience, dragging Bulkhead with him. Arcee faintly heard Bulkhead murmur 'good luck' to her.

"He is one of the few who remain alive." Megatron mused, looking down at her.

"What? Kiloracer?" Arcee asked, confusion evident in her expression.

"No, the wrecker. He is one of the few left of team prime." Megatron said, glancing over at Bulkhead.

Arcee's spark dropped. One of the few. Meaning, there was little chance all of them survived. Her spark lifted a little, with the fact that Bulkhead was still alive, there was a chance Ratchet was too! He's a valuable medic and the Decepticons would love another medic to heal their drones faster.

Bumblebee. He had matured into a decent warrior. But the Decepticons would have no use of him. Was he even alive?

Smokescreen. Much like Bumblebee, the kid had matured, became a skilled guard and everything. But did the Decepticons let him live?

Ultra Magnus. She grew fond of the commander, even though he was a tight aft. He had some uses for the Decepticons, but would that be enough to keep him alive?