Megatron's twin

12:The pod

Somewhere in Australia...

Inside the pod, a violet femme with a thick frame, onlined her optics. Amora was dimly aware of how she got here at first, but then remembered. Bombing forced her to leave her refuge and escape in this cramped pod, she surveyed her injury's from the crash and was pleased- yet annoyed- to find a small cut on her left shoulder. The leakage was small and insignificant but moving it pained her.

Amora tore open the pods door and looked outside, she was greeted by a blazing hot sun. She scowled in irritation as she looked around, all she could see was thick bush with trees sprouting from the ground. Great, a organic planet. She thought sarcastically, she headed back in the pod and glanced at the navigation system.

The planet was called 'Earth', she rolled her optics, why not name the planet 'dirt'? It's like calling Cybertron metal. Must be a primitive species. Her helm snapped up as she heard I hissing from outside, then ped steps.

"Search the pod." A unfriendly voice ordered. She heard them approach but before they could get nearer, she stepped out into view.

Purple drones aimed their blasters at her but Amora made no move to oppose. She spotted a cherry red mech not far away, and another towering next to him. At first she thought him to be Quillux, but then recognized him as the warlord, her other creation. She hid her surprise well, she had never seen him (other than when she delivered him) but always new it was her creation known as the warlord.

"Identify yourself." The red one said, stepping towards Amora.

Amora tilted her helm, her creation didn't seem to recognize her. Perhaps for good reason, as he might not take kindly to her. Amora was cautious, she could not run the risk of telling him her true identify, incase of hostile intentions. No doubt, he knew his carrier's designation but not her visual form.

"Swiftkill," she lied quickly. "I'm a neutral." She added truthfully. A fitting 'designation' as she was well trained in combat.

Visible distaste came forth to Megatron's expression, so hastily she added. "But, I'd be more than happy to join the winning team." She smirked, bowing low, "Lord Megatron."

Her flattery was cut short when a ground bridge opened nearby and out came the Autobots. She got out her own blasters as the vehicons redirected theirs at the newcomers.

She heard Megatron- Lord Megatron- issue orders before he contacted someone through his com link. Amora, now Swiftkill, shot at the new arrivals slowly moving towards the warlord and the red mech. Another ground bridge opened close to the two.

Although they were winning they all went back through the bridge, the red mech gesturing her to follow. She did so and soon found herself on a gloomy warship, multiple vehicons stationed at moniters and a grey mech at the end of the catwalk.

"Lord Megatron," he groveled before his leader and cast a glance up at Swiftkill. "I trust you were successful."

"Yes, unlike you Starscream." He said before turning to the frowning femme, she bent her helm down in respect before awaiting his words.

"How did you arrive here?" He asked in a monotone.

Swiftkill saw this as a chance to explain. "Back on Cybertron, bombing forced me into the small pod. I had no time to set coordinates so it shot of at random."

Megatron hummed. "Well, Swiftkill, it is good to have you among our ranks. Knockout!" He said calmly before bellowing the red mech designation.

The red mech, Knockout, moved forward. "Yes my lord?"

"Get her fitted with a insignia." He ordered before going back to Starscream, who chuckled nervously.

"Okie, this way." Knockout got her attention, she could tell he wouldn't like this mech but followed him anyway.

Primus this is going to be a long day.

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Back at the Autobot base

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I watched as the Autobots came back through the ground bridge, slightly downtrodden.

"What happened?" Asked Ratchet.

Bulkhead spoke first, "another 'con, by the looks of it."

Arcee nodded. "I didn't see a insignia, but she took to Megaron straight away."

"Another 'con to deal with." Bumblebee beeped, shoulders slumping.

"Hey! Think of the positive side!" I said, getting their attention.

"Well, of course you'd be happy." Arcee snarled at me, I rolled my optics.

"There could if been two 'cons, or three. And you would've been neck deep in scrap!" I exclaimed.

"He has a point," said Smokescreen. "But I reckon we could've taken her on, didn't seem to though." He said as he pumped his servos in the air.

"You can't take anything seriously can you?" Arcee groaned, glaring at Smoke.

"Yea, I'm surprised we're not best friends already, with as much we've got in common." I said. This made everyone disband and move to their own things. Some also going to the humans.

Optimus moved over to me and Ratchet. "Are you alright?" He asked me.

"Yep, peachy." I moved back into the medbay, the two following behind me. Ratchet began looking through his equipment and Optimus just watched me. A silence settled between us.

"What happened?" Optimus asked, breaking the silence. Ratchet looked up at him then at me.

"It's for Quillux to share." He said, "you can use this as medication." He handed me some energon, by the looks of it, it was modified as well as it was glowing brighter than usual. "Take a small dose every two days or so. Or just when your having your... Problem." He said and moved back to his corner.

I placed it in my subspace after I took some, "thanks."

Optimus looked confused now, silently willing me to elaborate.

I let out a sigh. "I have a weak spark, every now and then it's like: hey! You're making me do to much work, I don't like it, let's see how you like this. And then it fails."

Optimus blinked, " it stops?"

I rolled my optics. "No it disappears." I said sarcastically. He blinked again. "Yes it stops." I said, in a bad mood now. "It's like talking to a sparking." I mumbled.

"Hypocrite." Ratchet said from his end of the medbay.

"I'm not a sparkling!" I yelled back.

"You just contradicted yourself." He said in response.

"Oh shut it, or I'm gonna hide all your tools." I said and that shut him up. Optimus cracked a small smile.

"It is getting late,I am going to go recharge, it would be best if you did the same." He said before he left.

Ratchet glanced at me, "you first." He said.

"Huh?"

"I don't trust you to be awake while I'm not." He explained as if where obvious.

I smirked sleeplily, "yea, I know where Miko keeps her paint." I admitted before laying down on the berth and falling into recharge.

Ok, I'm beginning to form a plot, kind of, it's a event and then I'll just wing it.😅
What do you think of Amora? What do you think Quill will do when he finds out?