Rise | Transformers Prime fanfic

Chapter 23

Everyone looked over to the driveway that the Autobots entered from, the one by the canyon wall. Amal stood there, with Bumblebee approaching behind her. Amal rubbed her arm insecurely as the humans stared at her and Megatron suddenly realized why he recognized the humans which made him shift uncomfortably.

"Emily!"

Miko looked at her happily. "What happened to you? Did these no good 'cons get you? How did it happen? Did they—" "that's not what happened, Miko." Amal cut her off as she walked up the stairs. Soundwave stepped out from behind Megatron, looking at Amal with concern in her holoform's eyes.

"It's fine, Sounds." Amal whispered to her. The humans eyes widened. "You work for them?" Jack whispered in disbelief. Amal shifted uncomfortably. "No. I am one."

"You're a Decepticon?" Miko exclaimed. "You lied to us, Emily!" The girl exclaimed, glaring harshly. "My name is Amalgamous." Amal said bluntly, standing next to Megatron.

"Miko, I think it's best if you guys just listen and let us explain." Bulkhead said, setting the black and pink haired girl down. Miko glared at the Decepticons, huffing.

"Let's just start from the beginning, shall we?"

~

The humans didn't really like what they were told. They accepted they had to work with them, but the fact that Amal lied to them was still fresh in their minds for a long time.

"Why do they have this...human form then?" Miko asked, looking at Megatron. "You remember those holoforms we got for emergencies? Well they have to stay in them. They have them locked on until we take off the thing that's keeping them like this." Arcee explained while the Decepticons look annoyed by it.

"So, they're harmless? That's neat." Miko said with a smirk. "If we are harmless then why are you hesitating getting close?" Megatron seethed, crossing his arms. "I'm not scared of you." Miko said, crossing her own arms. "I'm sure."

Miko dropped her arms quickly and glared. "I'll show you who should be scared." She threatened, advancing toward the warlord. Megatron snickered as Bulkhead stopped her. Starscream sat on the railing next to Megatron, watching the scene with Soundwave at his side.

Amal stood next to Megatron, sighing before turning to Optimus. "So, what happened to that...thing?" Amal asked curiously. Optimus looked down at her. "We took samples from it, and then buried it respectfully in its now resting place." Optimus told her, nodding his head. Amal nodded, a scared look in her eyes.

Megatron noticed it but didn't say anything. "So, what do you think that thing you saw was there for?" Jack asked curiously as he leaned on the railing. Megatron and Optimus shared a weary glance.

"We believe that it was reborn, by the hand of Unicron."

Amal snapped her gaze back to Optimus. "What?" She whispered. "It is just a theory, but it needs to be taken into account for." Megatron said, crossing his arms as he leaned back slightly. "Are we going back to investigate more?" Amal asked. "Yes, but we came back to talk about our next plan before we continue further."

Amal thought for a moment. "Well, if your theory is right, what if the Dark Energon surge isn't just Dark Energon?" The Autobots turned to Amal. "What do you mean?" Bulkhead asked. Amal swallowed.

"What if there's more of those Predacons?"

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Amal stared at the cork board in front of her. It had multiple pictures on it, some of the regular Energon signals and some of the Dark Energon ones they saw. She had strings connecting some and others left alone.

Her eyes dropped from her tiredness as she glanced at her clock on her arm. It flashed 2:48 am, making her sigh as she lifted up another string and connected the picture of the Energon surge to a drawing that she had drawn of the Predacon they saw.

"Go to sleep."

Amal turned to the voice, seeing her best friend approaching behind her. "Nah, I'm trying to figure out something." Amal said to him before turning back. "It's 3 in the morning, just rest." Megatron said. Amal shook her head.

"I gotta figure out where that thing came from. What if the theory was right? What if there are more? We need to be ready! If we're not ready, we'll lose a battle that comes, then the Autobots and Decepticons will be wiped out and then unicron will rule Cybertron and earth then the whole galaxy and then—" Megatron cut her off by picking her up sideways and carrying her up the stairs.

Amal wanted to protest but her mind was too tired to argue while she rested her head on the warlord shoulder. "I hate you." She mumbled bitterly. "Mmh." Megatron responded as he walked over to the couch and laid the girl down on it.

"Thanks mom-atron." Amal joked, giggling madly to herself. Megatron gave the biggest eye roll as he laid a blanket over her. "Sleep." The Decepticon leader said simply as he sat in front of her on the couch.

Amal sat up a little and folded her hands on her chest. "I think I need a bed time story." Amal said. "I'm sure." Megatron said sarcastically, giving her a look. "No, seriously." Amal insisted while trying not to smile.

"Alright, how is it you humans start?"

"Once upon a time—"

"Yes, once upon a time, there was an annoying human who went to sleep, the end."

"That was terrible."

"Do I care? No. Should I? Yes."

Amal laughed, smacking the warlord holoform on the arm while he chuckled. They calmed down after a few seconds and sat there in silence for a bit as Amal turned over and started to drift off.

"Your theory is right." Amal whispered as she glanced up at Megatron. He frowned. "That predacon said something before it died. I understood it." Amal admitted. Megatron's eyes widened as he looked at her.

"What did it say?" He asked. Amal sniffed, a fearful look in her eyes that was mixed with her tiredness. Megatron stared at her, waiting for an answer.

"The Chaos Bringer has risen."

Megatron stiffened but didn't say anything. "Goodnight, Amalgamous." He said simply as he patted her back before getting up and leaving. Amal drifted off quickly, not even noticing Megatron disappear down the hall to find his Decepticons that were deep in slumber.