Predacon Outcast

Chapter 52.

"What..?" Elita says.

Ratchet solemnly nods.

"It's highly possible she may also have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, considering everything she has gone through recently."

Springlock looked up, sniffling.

"What does that mean..?" She asks.

"It means that Decepticons may have hurt you so much emotionally that it has possibly left a negative effect on you subconsciously."

The Predacon continued to cry, but now quietly.

"Is there any possible way to fix this, Ratchet?" Optimus questions.

He nods.

"Of course, but it will take time. The best ways to help are for you to be there to listen, sometimes even a pet if possible."

"But we have no pets here-" Elita started.

They all then heard a meow. They turned towards the sound to see the newly reformed Ravage walking into the room, walking straight towards the table Springlock was sitting on. He jumped up onto the table to see the crying Predacon, his ears flatten and he meows at her. Springs ears twitched and she looked towards the cat, her ears still lowered. Ravage approached her and laid next to her, brushing up against her arm and purring loudly.

Springlock sniffled and started to smile, wiping her tears away. She started to pet the mini con who only purred louder and did everything he could to get closer, the Predacon started giggling. The Autobots around her started to smile at the adorable sight.

"It would seem that she has a companion now." Ratchet said.

"It certainly does."

Springlock purred and hugged her new pet who purred right back. The young sparkling then yawned, she was tired after all of her crying. Optimus carefully picked her up and held her in a hug, she sighed and leaned against him.

"We shall discuss this more tomorrow, for now she must rest." He said.

Him and Elita took the sleepy Predacon to her room, Ravage following close behind.

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Megatron sat upon his throne, thinking to himself. He was thinking about his next plan of attack and where the Autobots were possibly stationed, all of which were drawing a blank. The Warlord was becoming more frustrated as he was out of ideas. He didn't know this planet, nor where the energon he was seeking was if it was a so called reserve.

"Lord Megatron." A voice interrupted him from his thoughts.

Megatron looked up from his throne to see the Combaticons kneeling before him.

"What have you to report, Onslaught?"

"Communications are back up and running. Still unable to detect the Autobot vessel, but we did find something that may catch your interest."

The Warlord perked, "Do tell, Onslaught."

Onslaught stood up and activated a hologram, it projected a city. But not just any city, it was the Matriarchs city as it was surrounded by the jungle. Megatron was rather confused at the city's strange appearance, especially how similar it was to Iacon yet completely different. But not only that, the hologram projected the strange citizens walking its streets.

"Such strange creatures..." he says.

"But there is more, my Lord. I'm afraid you won't be pleased."