I fly higher and Wheeljack follows. I fly faster and he speeds up. I could not get away from him. I saw his ship then leave me so suddenly. I transform into bot mode and hover as watch his ship speed off in the other direction. I continue flying until I get to my ship. Once I get there, I stop flying and fall to the ground. I tumble a bit before stopping and rising to my feet.
I then see a crate and I walk over to it. I find a note on it and of course, I read it.
"I suppose this belongs to you. my friend seemed to have taking a liking to you. I trailed the CNA identification from your spilled energon to this crate and then your ship. I have not seen the value of the items inside so I cannot determine if I made the right decision or not. Just think of it as a 'you help me, I help you.'"
-Hardshell
I look into the crate to see that it held dark energon. The crystals that I had gathered around a week ago. I then get back to work on building panels to block out my signal. When I finish with the Dark Energon, I pace back and forth around my base, thinking about why Wheeljack could have left. Did he just give up chasing me? Did he not want me to feel threatened? Did his friends call him? Are one of his friends in danger?
Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and pulled backwards into someone's arms. "Wheeljac---" I stop as I could feel that it wasn't a natural sized mech. It was a bigger one. "So you're the little mech that fought megatron?" The mech says. I could easily tell that it was an insecticon by the voice and height alone. "My father sent you here, didn't he?" I ask. He replies "Not at all. I came here all by myself~. I sigh and the insecticon covers my mouth. He then says "You seem to have it good with insecticons. You can easily understand them. You were also the first to get as close as you did. Who knows? Maybe you could be one of our leaders~ What do you say?"
I look at the floor and the insecticon lifts me up. "Question is, can you stand up to one of your soldiers no matter the situation?" I look into his visor and he looks back into my optics and grins "Try leaving my grasp." I take a breath as I knew that he was going to hold onto me tight. As I open my intake to take a big breath of air, the insecticon jams his middle digit down my throat. I cough at the obstruction choking me. I growl at him as I try to take his arm away. I kick around, trying to get him away from me. He grabs my upper leg and rubs softly with his thumb. I start moaning and sweating. I didn't want this. Soon, I wasn't even thinking, words just came up. "I don't want you doing this!! Who the frag even are you!!??" I yell. He laughs "Oh forgive me. My name is Bombshock."
I then kick back and hit his panel. He covers his injury and I fall down to the floor. I shoot the panels that shielded my base, down and run. The insecticon grabs me and shoves me to the floor. I scream from the pain and force that was applied. The insecticon grabs my rotors with 2 of his extra arms and tugs hard. "Aahh!!!" I scream from the tension. He tugs harder and rubs my sides, trying to calm me but it didn't work.
This went on for hours it felt like. I felt pains in my chassis and I was guessing that the surges in my spark were form the emotion that I felt. Bombshock stops and lets go of me. "I'll be back for you, pet~" He says. He turns to me and growls "I said. I'LL BE BACK FOR YOU!!" I nod my helm weakly and he smiles, then transforming and flying away.
After awhile of regaining my strength back, I get enough to get in my ship and fly away from the cave. I land at the autobot base to see Wheeljack's ship wasn't there. I fly into the space and walk over to my medical spot. I rest my wings in the cases and the machines get to work. Pain shot through me as they were repositioned and forged back. Once the machines stopped. I took my wings out and walked over to the entrance of my ship. I sat on the ramp and crossed my arms. I set my chin on them and sighed, my voice breaking from the earlier event.
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Warriors (Wheeljack X Oc)
RomanceThere once was a mech whose emotions were cursed. If he dare feel something, he would die without worth. Through madness he crept, the son of the dark. He hoped for emotion, to ease his broken spark. Emotion at last, he wept with joy, not knowing at...