Dancing For The Optics Of The Wicked

Chapter 3: We're Back Baby!

Arcee craned her neck around to see the terrible two, Knockout and Starscream, who decided to milk her being here for all it was worth.

"Knockout, Starscream." Megatron said, nodding to the two.

"My liege." Knockout said with a graceful bow.

"Have you finished attending to our captives?" Megatron asked, watching as they both nodded.

"Good, I see you have come for mine." He continued, gesturing to Arcee.

"Yes, we would like to take her to get her wounds cleaned and bandaged, or they might get an infection. Also to put her winglet back in place." Knockout explained.

"Good, you may clean her up and you will then bring her back to me. Also leave the writing, I want it to serve as a reminder to anyone who decides to harm or do anything out of order to my pet." Megatron ordered, handing the azure femme over to the crimson mech.

"Yes, Lord Megatron." Knockout bowed, retreating back to his medical bay, femme in hand.

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"Wow. That's a lot of energon."

"Yes, thank you Starscream, for that news flash."

Arcee groaned as Knockout wiped away the seeping energon on her back, he was now starting to bandage her whole torso up. He had pushed her winglet back into place already, recieving a dull kick from Arcee.

"Why do you have to bandage her so much?" Starscream's voice echoed.

"Because, Starscream. If I don't then she might not recover and it will scar, the more the better as the fleshies say...I think." Knockout responded.

Starscream shrugged and continued to hold Arcee's servos down so Knockout could work. Starscream removed his servos when Knockout finished and patted Arcee's back.

"Right, we better get her back to Megatron." Starscream shrugged, leaning down to pick the femme up, he was stopped by Knockout.

"Starscream, I have just stitched up her wounds, your bumbling talons will in no way be helpful when carrying her, it will just cause discomfort." Knockout scolded, swatting the other mech's servos away from the femme, before picking her up himself and walking down a hallway Arcee hadn't seen before. She guessed the party had ended a short while ago as she didn't hear chatter or the clinking of energon. Knockout landed in front of a fairly large door, Starscream was trailing not far behind them.

"Big M? I have the femme." Knockout chided in a sing-song voice at the door.

The door slid open, revealing Megatron, who looked a little ticked off to be honest. He must have been recharging.

"I hope I didn't interrupt your beauty sleep." Knockout continued.

"But, I have the femme, as per you requested." He drawled.

"Excellent, Thank you Knockout." Arcee had been lightly sedated, so when Knockout handed her over, she was a little woozy.

The door slid shut behind them and Megatron plopped Arcee down on what looked like an oversized dog bed. She was too tired to protest, so she decided she would do it in the morning.

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Arcee woke up first, she was used to waking up early in the Autobot base, usually to fight Decepticons. Oh the irony.

Her helm hurt like pit. The sedative Knockout had gave her wasn't that strong but it was sure kicking her aft now. Megatron shifted, he was awake.

"My, My. That is a sight." He purred, looking down at the femme curled up.

"Get fragged." She mumbled into a cushion.

Megatron's laugh only hurt her audio receptors. She was pretty sure he picked up on that as he frowned, walked out of the room and returned with a pain dampener. He slipped the chip into her wrist and she relaxed.

"Thanks." She murmured.

"You are very welcome." He sighed.

"Once you are feeling up to scratch, we will re-acquaint you with the crew." He continued.

Arcee buried her face back into the cushion.

Ah Scrap.

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Arcee trailed behind Megatron, who plodded down the hallway and into his throne room, he sat down and motioned for her to sit beside his throne, she obliged.

Again, she saw no point in being apprehended for disobeying a small order. So she waited, she was certainly anxious. She didn't want to see these people again. But all of them were now coming to see her. So what could she do but wait?

She fiddled with the end of her bandage and fluttered her winglet to see if it worked, it did. That was good, at least. The first person to enter was the ever so silent Soundwave. She offered a small wave, which he returned.

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After meeting some others, Megatron had declared that there was only one person left, he didn't specify who though and when the time came, Arcee wished he had so she could've prepared herself for the boredom.

That person was Shockwave.

He droned on about how his predacons had left him and blah blah blah. Arcee couldn't care less until he said something that peaked her interest.

"The wreckers have been showing surprising signs of resilience and strength, they could produce more durable soldiers since energon poisoning has become more frequent." Shockwave commented.

"Yes, but we do not possess the means of faster creation." Megatron quipped back, snark in his tone.

"We do not, but you do." Shockwave said, flicking a wrist at Arcee.

She visibly cringed. She feared this would happen. Why couldn't they just be normal and kill her?

"Femmes can spark a trine faster and easier than mechs and can produce more in a shorter time span, as their frames were built for carrying." He explained.

"Hm, You are correct. I will consider it Shockwave, but not with the wreckers. Someone else maybe, they must be either equally strong or more, but do not count on my word. I have yet to change my decision." Megatron said, earning a nod from Shockwave.

Shockwave retreated from the room and Megatron turned to her.

"Do not fret, I still haven't made a decision, it might not happen." He tried to reassure. He was weird, like he could sense someones discomfort, or maybe it was just her EM field, it probably was just her EM field. She really needed to yank that back in, so she did. She pouted when Megatron noticed and began to laugh.

Not funny. Afthead.

Arcee had to contain her amusement at his new nickname. It suited him quite well in her opinion.

She wanted to smack him over the helm, that day would come. Eventually.

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Ily, stay fresh my diamonds.

-Crystalarcee out