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

Of no Help

         "I guess you could say I was fighting fire with fire?" (Y/D) knew it wasn't quite a valid excuse, but it was her only explanation.

         "This is NOT fighting fire with fire," Ratchet hollered, already having gained the attention of everyone on base, including a very disappointed Optimus, "This is fighting fire with a NUCLEAR BOMB!"

The circular device was placed in a clear canister, it's purple light ebbing and growing as it continued with it's mission of finding more Dark Energon to fuel itself.

         "I am surprised you would stoop so low," Optimus shook his helm.

(Y/D) crossed her arms, huffing.

         "Look, I'm not an Autobot, and I don't have the same ideals as you. I use what I can, when I can, and thanks to this Dark Prime relic, I'm alive!"

         "Dark Prime?" Smokecreen questioned, being answered by Aree.

         "The Dark Primes were Unicron's knock-off of Primus' own Primes, like Optimus. They all failed, though not without leaving a few things behind apparently..."

         "I nabbed it before the drones could get it to Megatron," (Y/D) continued, "If anything you guys are lucky I have it, not only can this thing absorb Dark Energon in any form, but it can expel it too."

         "In other words it's like a bomb, like Ratchet said." Raf piped up the first of the kids to be brave enough to speak to Megatron's heir. All three stood at the edge of the platform, looking at the device, opposing Fowler's orders to stay clear of it, of course.

         "Exactly," (Y/D) smiled at the boy, revealing the single jagged tooth that put everyone except the three oldest mechs, and the rookie, on edge.

     It was concluded that the device must be locked away, destroying it was far to risky, and giving back to (Y/D) was out of the question, despite her argument that she knew how to wield it, and that it already saved her aft once.

         "Maybe it's for the best," Smokescreen set a servo on her shoulder, standing beside her as a friend, "What if that thing went off while in your subspace?"

(Y/D) sighed, but nodded, surprising most, surprising most with her compliance to Smokescreen's words. Said mech smiled, earning a small one in return as the green opticed femme looked to him. There was an interruption as Ratchet cleared his voice box, earning both of the younger Cybertronian's attention.

         "It's been properly taken care of, he announced, "Now lay back down, we don't need you hurting yourself."

         "You know it could be worse Duck," (Y/D) complied, careful not to hurt herself further as she laid back down.

         "You're right, you could be offlined, now get some recharge, you'll need it."

(Y/D) huffed before powering down, her bright emerald optics dimming before she closed them.

     Deciding that now would be the best time to ask questions, Smokescreen rounded the berth to the three older mechs, who were discussing their next plan against Megatron and his newly built Decepticon citadel, Darkmount.

         "If it's anything like the Darkmount on Cybertron, it's dangerously close to being impenetrable," Ratchet droned on, looking at a picture of the looming tower.

         "Uh, excuse me," Smokescreen started, receiving no response as the three focused on their current task, "Um, hey..." he tried again, but was drowned out by the low voices trying to figure things out. Rolling his optics, the rookie decided that he may have to come up as 'disrespectful' in the 2nd in command's optics, as he puffed up his chassis, about to yell.

         "To the PITS with thee primitive parts!" Ratchet cursed as the make-shift computers glitched and began to spark, causing all three to have to stand back, knocking Smokescreen over in the process. Optimus looked behind him, then down, realizing that they had knocked someone over.

         "Our apologies, Smokescreen," he gave him a servo to latch onto.

         "No biggie," the young mech shrugged once he was up, "I actually wanted to speak with all of you."

         "I assume it's about (Y/D)," Ultra Magnus found himself to be correct when Smokescreen nodded, "As innocently interested as you may seem, I'm afraid (Y/D) would not like to have her personal story shared so freely."

         "Please! She's in full recharge! And-"

         "Is being watched over by her four symbiotes," Optimus noted, much to Smokescreen's astonishment, "Smokescreen, we have known her since she was a youngling-"

         "And I since she was a sparkling," Ratchet spoke up, tired of the primitive technology he had to work with, "She is not one to be conned, pardon the pun."

Smokescreen looked between the three that could all be counted as leaders, all practically fearless, yet this one matter...

         "Are you guys scared of her?" He couldn't stop himself before the question slipped out, and didn't know if he should regret it when the three in front of him looked to each other, as if asking that same questioned of themselves.

         "We're wary of her." Ultra Magnus answered finally.

         "Why?"

         "By Primus you sound like a sparkling," Ratchet brought a servo to his helm, exasperated, so Optimus continued, somewhat amused by Smokescreen's innocent curiosity.

         "Echoblast was Soundwave's twin sister, and while they did have their differences, they were overall the same, cunning, fearless, strong, and can hold their own, (Y/D) has all of this," Optimus paused for a moment, looking over to the recharging femme that he was so releived to see again, "Now add Megatron's trait's o the mix, Strong enough to beat Soundwave, also can be cunning, but his own rage rivals that of even Unicron, (Y/D)'s temper can flare from time to time, especially if she is betrayed, or deeply hurt."

         "Not only can she have a temper," Ratchet continued for Optimus, "but as she said before, she has no fear of using ALL of her available resources."

         "Yeah... I noted that, well actually she told me when she helped me escape the Nemesis."

         "I should have known," Ratchet shook his helm.

     There was a long silence as the four mechs looked to the single recharging femme. Smokescreen realized, that he would have to tread carefully, despite the friendly connection he seemed to have with (Y/D). With a sigh he excused himself, and went to see if there was anything he could do to help the others while the sleeping beauty recovered. And in full honesty, in Smokescreen's processor, a princess was the only way to describe her, after all, she is the daughter of Lord Megatron.