Chapter Two: Anger of Two
I headed towards the Command Deck, knowing Megatron was there with Soundwave. My patience with Megatron constantly using Starscream as his own personal punching bag was coming to an end. Especially with everything that I had done for Megatron in his absence, I mean, I could’ve let Starscream keep his comatose body in the medical bay forever, forcing all the Con’s to accept Starscream as their new leader, but my lover knows, even if he doesn’t always see it, that after a certain while, they would deflect and try to kill him and eventually bring Megatron back.
So I allowed the Autobot controlled Bumblebee help bring Megatron back, but I should’ve anticipated him going after Starscream, for he nearly pound the spark out of Screamer and forced me to watch it. I accepted Megatron as my leader and Starscream as my lover and Commander many, many eon’s ago, that would never change, or at least, I thought it wouldn’t change.
I mean, I owned Megatron my life, but ever since his return along with his resurrection, he’s constantly belittling and abusing Starscream, I’ve stopped some of the most severe and…..gruesome of punishments that he nearly placed upon Starscream, expect for the one that he had recently given to Starscream, and almost to me. But I think…and feel….that not even I will be able to save my dear Starscream from his final death.
And I just couldn't let it come to that.
I stopped in front of the Command Deck’s doors, pausing for a brief moment. If it came down to deflecting from the Decepticons to save my lover’s life, or watching him burn in front of my optics by my savior…..I think I would die with my lover, so he would always know that he was never alone, not even in death.
That would be my choice, for all eternity.
If that choice was given to me.
I sighed, putting my thoughts behind me and facing what I had to do in front of me. I went through the Command doors.
Megatron turned at the sound of the doors opening and saw the little seeker fembot named Moonstar walk in. She was the only femme in his command with multiple skills: medical, combat specialist, and scientist.
She had been in his command ten solar years after the war on Cybertron had started, after he had saved her life, though her and Starscream were together way before Starscream joined his army.
The fembot was the smallest of all the seekers, which made her excellent for recon and stealth missions when maneuverability and speed was most needed. She was loyal to the Con’s, loyal to him and his goals, but….
…..It was her unending, and unnatural, love and devotion to Starscream that pissed him off, she defended Starscream in whatever he did, expect when it came to Starscream killing him, she seemed to be against that. She was the only Con that showed compassion to everyone, even her enemies. And Megatron didn’t really care for such emotions. But, there were times when Megatron found comfort in her kindness and compassion….
…..This was not one of those times.
Megatron raised his servos up to the back of his head and saw Moonstar’s side arm gun lying by his foot. She had thrown it and hit him in the head.
“That’s for kicking the slag out of my mate!” I snapped angrily at Megatron as I crossed my arms in front of my chest-plates and glared at him.
“Moonstar…so lovely to see you.” Megatron said sarcastically. He rubbed the spot on the back of his head where the gun hit, noticing it still by his foot he kicked it clear across the room.
I walked up to him, still glaring. “You beat him till he was unconscious, almost causing statis-lock, and you force me to watch you do it. Be glad I don’t shove a flamethrower up your tailpipe for what you did to us.” I told him angrily as I stood toe to toe with him and looked up. “I know Starscream can be an idgit at times, but that was too fucking far!”
Megatron grabbed me by the voice respectors and hauled me up till I was eye level with him; I mindlessly kicked my feet out and tried to pry his fingers off my audio casing.
“Remember who you are talking to Moonstar, continue to be insolent to me and you will wound up right next to him in the Medical Bay.” Megatron warned me as he let go of my throat and dropped me.
I landed right on my aft, coughing a bit from the restraint; I rubbed my audio casing as I looked back up at him, still glaring angrily.
Megatron turned away from me. “There are reasons why I haven’t turned you into scrap metal Moonstar.” He explained casually.
“And what reasons are those Megatron?” I asked him as I pushed myself up off the floor.
“Those are for me to know, just don’t make me regret them Moonstar.” Megatron told me with finality. He went back to working with Soundwave, ignoring me.
I puffed out a sigh of frustration and went over to where my gun laid and put it back in its holster, which was within my right-leg’s compartment, I decided to leave the Command Deck, but not before speaking that which weighed heavily upon my spark.
“I have stood by your side, my Mentor, despite all that Commander Starscream has done; I wish neither of you to lose your spark in such senseless in-fighting. But please understand, My Liege, Starscream is all that I have of my former self before Optimus Prime allowed it to be destroyed.” I stated sincerely and respectfully, as my position as Lieutenant and Chief Medical Officer required of me.
Megatron turned away from Soundwave and looked at me. His expression was passive, not allowing me to know what he truly thought of my statement. He walked down the walk-way towards me.
“Moonstar, I have trusted you with much these past eons, and your devotion to me in not allowing Starscream to exterminate my spark, has indeed shown how loyal you are to your Mentor. But understand, Lieutenant, I know you are merely allowing Starscream to continue his treacherous scheming till he has proven he can be the Leader of the Decepticons you so see within me.” Megatron clarified his optics boring into me with intensity that sent a cold chill through my energon circulations systems.
“But his scheming has allow many opportunities to rise in showing your unwavering leadership skills to the troops, and his military advice has become useful to you these long eons, otherwise you would’ve had Soundwave statis-lock him and kept on ice until you saw fit to end his spark.” I pointed out. “I also know that you won’t end his spark because of what he means to me, so long as I can keep him in check from severely harming the Decepticon’s cause of Domination.”
Megatron narrowed his optics at that statement before smirking in amusement at me. “You seem to think yourself indispensable my dear, Moonstar.”
I straighten my stance, squaring my wing-cufflinks, I looked straight up at his optics. “As long as my medical and scientific expertise remains crucial to your goals, I am indispensable to you, my Mentor.” I reminded him.
Megatron’s smirk disappeared and his facial features remained passive once again. “Your reasoning, as usual my dear, is indeed logical. Now, if you will excuse me, I have much work that needs addressing.” Megatron ended our conversation as he turned away and walked back towards Soundwave, standing once again as a pillar of strength and cunning to the Decepticon leadership.
I watched him for a few nanoseconds before bowing my head and leaving the bridge.