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

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     The Wreckers were in, but getting nowhere as they battled against drones and Insecticons alike, the brunt of the winged metal beetles aimed at the team on the ground. Their shrieking filled the air as they were taken down, one by one, as the Autobots struggled to take hold of the Decepticon fortress. Of course the only one laughing at this predicament, was (Y/D), a mirror image of her sire as she blew her victim sky high.

         :| (Y/D) calm yourself!|: came the prodding of Ratchet through her com, knowing full well that if not interrupted the femme wouldn't stop her spree. 

         "I'm fine," she shot back, looking around. She noticed that the Insecticons no longer saw her as a target but a danger that should be avoided at any cost. Using this to her advantage, the heir to the Decepticon War lord charged where the battle was thickest, thinning out the swarm as some were shot down, while most scattered in fear of termination. 

         "I remember these guys being tougher," she commented, back to back with the Autobot warrior Arcee. 

         "And when did you fight Insecticons?" said femme asked, a well aimed shot bringing down another bug.

         "Sire would have me wrestle with them!" the silver femme grinned, barely a scratch on her armor while the others sported several deep gashes, "It was good training!"

          "I think we have two completely different definitions of good training." The two parted, only to watch as the swarm funneled back into the Decepticon citadel and the mighty roar of the Predacon sounded throughout the battle ground. 

         "Scrap, (Y/D) you better be ready!" Arcee called, and the younger femme quickly transformed, flying to be on the top of their ship. 

She waited for the beast to be close enough to see her, then transformed and flew next to his heated maw in order to steer away the inferno that was his attack.

         "Sorry Bronze, but it has to be done." 

The B-2 Spirit taunted the Predacon as she weaved and soared around him, making the beast frustrated at his inability to aim, not wanting to harm the dubbed "princess". Giving a flustered nicker of sorts, the predacon failed to realize where he was headed, and (Y/D) was having to much fun to pay attention, until both hit the wall of Darkmount. 

     The sky scraper reverberated with the impact, and entire floors caved in. The Predacon disappeared through a groundbridge, and (Y/D) fell freely for a few moments before gaining consciousness. She righted herself and looked around as she fell. Noticing the hurried gates of the wrecker team, she transformed, only to land back on her pedes to help them. 

         "Wh-where's Smokescreen?" she questioned, helping a limping Wheeljack back to the ship, just as the army of vehicon drones, miners and seekers alike came rushing out, everyone having orders to subdue the attackers.

         "I don't know kid," he huffed, holding his side, "We lost him after the floor caved in on us." 

(Y/D) gave no thought as she made a sudden U-turn and charged into the falling and dilapidated floors she had created, fearing for the grounder's life, and leaving the others in the dust as they were surrounded, demanding and ordering her to come back. It was to dangerous, to risky, and for to reckless, a gladiator's move, a fighter's last stand.

         "SMOKESCREEN!" 

The frantic femme slipped through the rubble, a bot possessed, looking for any sign of the rookie, lubricant itching at the corner of her optics at the thought, no, at the fact that it was her fault. She should have paid attention, she should have called a warning, she shouldn't have gotten so carried away.

         "For Primus' sake Smokescreen, where are you?!"

But her calls were met with the creaking of bending metal and the dull roar of fire coming steadily closer as it was fueled by the electrical wiring now exposed. She searched wide for his natural signature, scanning the area twice, three times, four, just looking for a glimpse that would prove that he was online. 

     Finally, a glimpse, a small signal, weak but there nonetheless. (Y/D) followed it, only now receiving what wounds she should have gained on the battle field, deep gashes finding their way onto her frame as she climbed under a low laying beam, finding a hollowed safe space, slowly beginning to cave in on itself from the weight. She looked around, unable to stand, and made a panicked scrambling for the mech she had found. 

         "Smokescreen can you hear me? Smokescreen!"

At this rate the safe space would be a tomb. Smokescreen was unresponsive, and by what (Y/D)'s scan showed, his spark was failing. 

     The femme had to duck as a small explosion from outside the shrinking space resounded, and a corner slid down lower into the next floor below. Kicking a non-supportive beam, (Y/D) forced it under what was left of the corner to keep it from crushing the both of them, turning her attention back to the rookie in order to get a better account of his injuries. Burns, melted armor, and deep wounds were the worst of it, all proving terminal if not treated soon, but his failing spark was from loss of energon and (Y/D) had none but her own. 

         "Smokescreen get up!" she commanded, "GET UP YOU STUPID MECH!" 

She was terrified, frustrated and angry, all of this clouding her judgement and thinking as the tears fell. She looked around for a way out, but Smokescreen was to big to fit through the space she had come through, and trying to go down was suicide. 

         "Please," she begged softly, "Wake up..." 

     At a loss for what to do, (Y/D) cried, for the first time in vorns, she cried, closing her optics to block the death-like sight before her. She couldn't com for a groundbridge, it was to risky. She couldn't make one herself, she was to low on energon to survive. The others were most likely captured and brought to Megatron, so calling for help was also out of the question. What could one do in an emergency such as this? Then her optics opened in a flash. 

         "Only for emergencies..."