Rise | Transformers Prime fanfic

Chapter 18

"No, no, no, no! No way in a million eons." Arcee said as she looked at Optimus for backup. Amal got Megatron on the helm. "This is why I should do the talking." She snapped and Megatron rolled his optics.

"Let me rephrase that for Buckethead." Amal said as she stood on his shoulder plate. "Dark Energon is about 100 times stronger than the regular Energon that you eat and drink. With that, there are some places it cannot be. Like this base. It would pretty much melt the base to nothing because of the radiation it holds, and being so close to a city, it would die as well." Amal explained.

"The Nemesis is made of Cybertronian metal, and we have a special holding place for it aboard the ship that we can store it in where it does no damage to this planet, the ship, or us." Megatron finished. "That is why we still need aboard the ship. But not all the time." Amal stated.

"Optimus, it's too risky. They have thousands of Vehicons on board, they could ambush us." Ratchet warned. "We'll order the troops down, to where you can safely put a perimeter around the ship so we can ensure you we won't have any means of escaping. The Vehicons can go into their quarters where you can lock them up until their needed. Besides, this kind of stuff is going to need Knockouts expertises." Amal explained.

The Autobots looked at Optimus, who was in deep thought about the request. Megatron leaned against the wall. "Though my word might seem useless to most of you, Optimus I have known you for a long time, and it is very few times I have given my word, but each time I have kept them." Megatron said, a pleading look in his eyes.

Optimus looked at him for a split second before nodding. "Very well then." Megatron nodded his head in thanks as Amal grinned. "Boo ya. Oh yea, one last one. Someone has to go get us burgers every Friday." Amal said. The Autobots gave strange look.

"It's tradition, man."

Bulkhead shrugged. "I'll do it." The Autobots looked at him. Bulkhead frowned. "What? Burgers are good, Miko introduced me to them."

~

It was 1 in the morning as Amal was sitting on the couch in the main room, watching Avengers, the first movie. Earlier, all the Vehicons, on and off the ship, were order to their barracks where they were locked in there until further notice by the Autobots. While that was happening, the Autobots locked down the first of the Nemesis, putting a perimeter around the entire base to prevent any Decepticons from leaving.

Before they managed to set one up, Amal snuck off and grabbed some items while doing other few tasks before the Autobots noticed she had even gone anywhere. Of course, she grabbed her movie collections, because she figured if she was gonna be stuck in the Autobot base for a long awhile, might as well have something to entertain her.

Amal munched on some cereal she had snagged as well, her feet propped up on the coffee table in front of her, completely zoned into the movie until a pair of footsteps snapped her out of her fantasy.

Amal turned to see the familiar warlord holoform walking up the stairs, grumbling something under his breath. "What's wrong, Megs? Not used to being in holoform for so long?" Amal asked, snickering. "It's terrible. I don't understand how you humans handle being so short." The Decepticon leader complained, plopping down next to her.

Amal shrugged. "Guess we're just used to it." Megatron grumbled before he looked at the screen. "Is this the first Avengers movie?" He asked. Amal nodded. "You gotta watch it before you can watch Age of Ultron. It's my job to catch you up." She said. Megatron rolled his eyes.

And it wasn't till very early in the morning did the two finally go to bed after finishing the Avengers movie, unaware of a black haired man watching them from the hall.

~

Amal stared at the screen in front of her, mumbling something under her breath. Ratchet sighed. "Will you please move so I can work on figuring out the—" "8.7832° South, 34.5085° East." Amal said, turning around. Ratchet and the Autobots looked at her bewildered.

Megatron stood by the railing in front of her, looking at the coordinate puzzle as well. "How did you—" "it's simple, the first question was obviously Earth, the second one was—" Ratchet stopped her. "No. How did you read it? It's Cybertronian, I didn't teach you it for that long."

"Oh, Cybertronian was my first language. I become fluent in it, until the—" Amal paused, thinking hard. "—concussion I got makes me stumble on it now. I learned English as my second language." Amal explained, shrugging.

"Where are the coordinates located?" Optimus asked, changing the subject. "I think Africa. I dunno why. Maybe the Dark Energon just landed there. Who knows man, all I know is we gotta get it out before humans get hurt. They're grubby ass fingers always wanna find something new." Amal grumbled as she hopped up to the railing. She sat on it, dangling her feet as the Autobots began to plan how to get it out safely.

"Good job, human." Megatron said teasingly. "Thanks, Deceptibutt." Amal responded. Megatron rolled his optics before glancing over to the Autobots, silently wondering how in the hell he would escape this prison.