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

That's not a Lap Dog

     The beast raised it's head, growling menacingly at the intruders once it realized that an Autobot had roused him from his slumber. The Predacon gave off a terrifying roar that shook the cave, and mingled with the flashing lightening outside. Smokescreen tumbled to the ground, and scrambled back in a desperate attempt to get away.

         "PREDACON!" both Cybertronians hollered in unison, but one had a happier note to it. The femme stepped in front of the beast, having no fear as she unsheathed the blade in her arm, just like her sire. She was ready to fight if she has to.

         "Predacon! HALT!" she commanded, but the beast was hesitant to do so, and continued to advance, "Did you hear me? I said HALT!"

         "(Y/D) are you nuts?!"

The beast stopped, and raised his head, curious as to how this femme seemed to have a power over him, much like the three on Darkmount. He felt that he should obey, but this femme not having a title that he knew of trumped that feeling, and the deepest part of his tanks began to glow with the inferno he was about to unleash.

         "Primus forgive me," (Y/D) sighed, and stood tall, firm and unmoving as she stared the predacon down, "YOU WOULD DARE DISOBEY LORD MEGATRON'S HEIR?! I COMMANDED YOU TO HALT!"

     Now this title changes things. It connected the dots for the predacon, and the inferno was extinguished before it could reach his massive maw, what was left being the lingering taste of gasious fumes. He lowered his head, a form of surrender and apology for attacking this... princess of the Decepticons. She walked up to him with a soft smile, much his surprise, and gently pat the edge of his metal snout.

         "There we go, was that so hard?"

A crack and a flash made the Predacon painfully aware of why he was in the cave in the first place, and he let out a low hiss as he backed away from the femme's surprisingly gentle touch. He favored his left back leg, and (Y/D) noted this as she looked past him.

         "The storm got you good didn't it?" she looked him in the optic, once again firm, leaving no argument, "Be still," she ordered, and went behind him.

Meanwhile, Smokescreen stood just behind his rock of safety, intake slack as he watched the femme climb over the predacon and disappear behind him in order to see how bad the wound was.

         "H-how did you..." he stopped when the Predacon growled, and ducked behind his rock.

         "If you're asking how I knew he would listen, I didn't," came (Y/D) call as she slid between the cave wall and the Predacon's leg, "And trust me, I'm not to proud about using my lineage as a form of... access code, I guess you could say." Wiggling her way under his wing, the silver femme found what was ailing the downed beast. The wound was still smoldering, and energon was making a slow decent to the ground. She began to poke at it, trying to see where the worst of the pain was for the beast as he flinched and growled. Seeing a large rock grating at the underside of his armor, (Y/D) gently touched around the wound, indicating that she was about to do something, and the Predacon understood to a point as he lowered his massive head, still glaring at the rock Smokescreen was using as cover, "Pain." She warned, and quickly yanked the rock up and out, resulting in the Predacon to lurch his backside into her, beating the femme into the rock, first with his wounded leg and second with his massive tail, making her hang with nothing but the cave's rock to hold her up, limp.

         "(Y/D)!" Smokescreen hollered, only to become the new target as the Predacon slashed at his safe place, leaving deep gashes in the rock.

     Slowly lifting her helm, the femme smiled slightly as the dust settled, and her vision came back, revealing the looming optic of the powerful beast.

         "Got it," her smiled widened as she held up the energon soaked rock in her sharpened digits. She jumped down after peeling herself from the rock, and pat the beast just under his snout, "Primus you're strong! To bad you're not on our side!"

Smokescreen found a bit of bravery as he peered from behind the large boulder, simply astonished as (Y/D) acted as if she had know the beast since it's creation as she inspected it.

         "You know what this means?" her optics seemed to brighten, and Smokescreen shook his helm, "Professor Shockwave is back!"

         "Professor?" the frightened mech cautiously took a step away from his safe place, intrigued.

         "He wasn't always a mad scientist you know," Megatron's heir explained as she dragged a servo lightly over the thin membrane of the Predacon's wing, "Carrier wanted me to have a better education than she ever had, and Sire agreed, so Shockwave was hired and well paid to teach me."

         "He still getting paid?" Smokescreen chuckled, but his cockiness vanished when the Predacon turned his attention back on him.

         "No," (Y/D) rolled her optics, "He's over all the same though, but I could always get him to show the emotion of wonder when I asked about Predacons. Of course this was always a ploy to ignore my studies but... I never thought he would actually continue with his experiments, or even be successful for that matter!"

Megatron is her sire, the twin sister of Soundwave is her carrier, and she was taught by Shockwave... It sounds as if she was meant to be a weapon, and only that. From only hearing of her, that would be an easy assumption, but Smokescreen had seen who she is, and then some. He's seen her make jokes with Ratchet, Optimus and even Ultra Magnus, though the reactions vary according to their natural personalities. The rookie had also seen her flux between the mannerisms of a leader, a youngling, and a form of berserker, this darker side always somewhat challenging to reign in but she manages. He's seen and heard so much about her, yet the young mech still had many questions.

         "Come here."

Looking up from the dusty cave floor, Smokescreen raised an optic ridge as his optics flittered between (Y/D) and the Predacon.

         "He's not going to bite." she giggled.

         "Your next energon ration says he will..." the rookie backed up by a step.

         "How about we test that then."

Before he could escape, (Y/D) had grabbed hold of his servo, her freakish strength close to crushing it but not quite. Large amount of pain or not, he made it difficult as his pedes made shallow divets in the ground. He froze when the beast lowered it's head and sniffed him, growling menacingly. With a wide smile, (Y/D) pointed at Smokescreen.

         "Friend."

         "You really think he'll understaaaaaAAAAAAAND- OH MY PRIMUS!"

He was brought up into the air by the tip of the Predacon's snout, making (Y/D) giggle, and the beast give a deep throated hum of a laugh as he set the grounder back down, where he belonged.

         "I think I might purge my tanks," Smokescreen wheezed and (Y/D) only giggled more as the metal giant nudged her helm gently.

         "Better than having to run from him isn't it?"

         "I think I'd prefer running." The mech chuckled, straightening himself back up.

         "Alright then, Bronze," the beast looked down to her, assuming this to be it's new designation rather than the common degrations.

         "You named it?"

         "Fetch."

         "Scrap..."