Megatron

"- and if anyone dares to fail me again, I'll cut out your spark using your own armor shards after ripping it from your chassis!"

You can't help but cringe at the Decepticon warlord's speech. By now you knew what the Cybertronians' spark was, and as such, you can only imagine what it would be like to have your heart ripped out of your chest before your very eyes...

'Not the way I want to die.'

All the Decepticons' missions were failing miserably the last couple of days, and this left their lord and master quite short-tempered.
"Yes Lord Megatron, sir!" came the vehicons' simultaneous answer.
"Good, now get back to work!"

The soldiers scurry away, almost tripping over each other as they exit the room. They're all too happy to be dismissed.

The ex-gladiator waits until all the vehicons are gone before sighing and walking towards the window.
What was he doing wrong? The Autobots- his rival- seem to get stronger by the day; whilst he isn't making any progress. And the infighting among his troops lately has done nothing to help the cause either. 'Perhaps more authority is required?'

Megatron furrows his brows. If he was to win this war, he would have to find a means to obtain more power... But what is there to do?

"Is there something on your mind? You keep on starring out the window." Megatron's gaze travels down, finding you at his peds, a questioning look on your face.

To tell the truth, he forgot you were even there.

"I do not see how my thoughts are any of your concern." he states before returning his gaze to the clouds. His answer doesn't exactly satisfy your apprehensive self.
"It is my concern. You're my friend and-"

He turns around suddenly as if he was struck. "Friend?"
"Well, you did save my life, and I yours...so.. Okay maybe not friends but... friendly acquaintances?"
The Decepticon leader picks you up with as much care as he could muster- still a little awkward.

'Maybe I should have used another word..?'

He takes his seat and wordlessly places you next to him. Not once has he spared you another glance; instead it was directed at the wall.

'He really is deep in thought; or more than usual anyway.'

You both sat there in silence until-
"Tell me something."

Baffled by the sudden (and strange) request, you turn towards him.
"...Like what?"

Megatron finally meets your eyes.
"Anything, just help me take my mind off my...troubles. That's what friends do, isn't it?"
"Okay... What about I tell you about my first match-"
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Both you and Megatron sat there for hours, trading stories and telling each other about your many battles- although his were probably much more interesting...

Starscream:

Another irate shout travels across the room, followed by the tenth piece of equipment.

"Maybe if you would let me take a look I can help fix it?" you ask prudently.

Starscream huffs. "This would be easier if you just stay quiet!"
You very well knew that the ex-Decepticon SIC had a temper and gets irritated easily, but today it's fifty times worse.

It all started this morning when Starscream was out scouting for shards. As always you asked if you could accompany him on his search (because it was getting a bit cramped in the ship) and, just like the many times before, you were denied. He had set out, upgraded scanner in hand, only to return 20 minutes later with a scowl, rambling on about "almost getting his leg chewed off by an insecticon". You weren't sure what that was, and you didn't want to know.

When you asked him what happened he simply waved you off; but when he sat down at the workstation and revealed the destroyed scanner, it was obvious. Up until now, the seeker worked to repair his most valuable piece of equipment, but it is an utter fail.
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"That's it!!! I give up!!!" Starscream throws his arms dramatically into the air, along with the (heavy) tool he was holding. "Nothing goes my way!"
According to Newton's 3rd law of motion; what goes up, must come down; and the seething Cybertronian is about to learn that the hard way...

"Starscr-"

'Clang!!!'

Too late... You run to the edge of the surface you were currently on. The mech sat on the ground- rubbing his helm with a growl. Deciding that now would be a good time to hightail it, you get as far away from the enraged robot as currently possible.
At least something went (or rather fell) his way...

Blasts suddenly sound through the spacecraft.

'I'll fix everything he destroys later...'

Soundwave

When even the creations stayed far away from their creator, you knew something was up with the faceless 'con.

You watched from afar as Soundwave worked diligently to repair his sparking hacking equipment. Tentacles were out and plugged into every possible port as the anti-virus' equation ran along his visor. But by the red alerts on every monitor, you could tell it wasn't working.

A tap on the shoulder draws your attention. "Hey, (Y/N), you think you could help ol' Sounders. I mean, you are supposedly his assistant now, aren't ya?"

Well of course you were, and -wanting to prove that you are capable of doing more than paperwork- you take on the challenge.
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Soundwave didn't understand. How could one such an inadequate little virus effect his advanced gadgetry to such a large extent? Cybertronian technology was thousands of years more evolved than any human computer.

And yet you were able to stop him hacking into the databases...

"Soundwave?" The mech looks your way, acknowledging your presence. "Do you... Do you need help? With creating an anti-virus?"

All at once, the tentacles disconnect and retract. Soundwave then steps aside, allowing you access to the glitching tech. He knew when he is defeated, and knew when to accept help (though that was barely ever the case).

Swiftly you get to work- typing away to create an algorithm which would eradicate the virus permanently. Ten minutes later you stood in front of the fully functional monitor, a happy smile tugging at your lips.

You turn your gaze towards the the TIC, who in return nods his helm and immediately starts typing away.
That was all thanks needed...

Knockout

Today was definitely a bad day; for you and Knockout both.

Why you ask? Today was one of the busiest days on the The Nemesis since it entered Earth's atmosphere.
For some reason unknown to you, almost every Decepticon was sent out on a mission. And apparently most of these missions were not successful.
One by one the troops came in -either limping or (for those not so lucky) brought in by their comrades on Cybertronian-sized stretchers.

Knockout was working nonstop to repair the injured, which was a hard thing to do with only one medic.
The many vehicons also meant many optics that could spot you in any of your hiding spots; as well as many deadly peds that needed avoiding...
At that moment the door to the med-bay opened and yet another vehicon was brought in, held upright by two of his friends.

"Set him down over there." Knockout orders them, gesturing to the empty berth.

They comply and help their fallen comrade. Along the way, though, one soldier spots you (or rather something moving) , and immediately comes your way. Panicking, you retreat further under the table you were hiding under. A visor ducks down and does a scan.

'He's going to find me! He's going to find me!!'

"Hey you! What are you doing over there?" Knockout's voice rang out.
"Sir, I saw something."
"That gives you no right to look through a commanding officer's belongings. Now, off with you! I have work to do and you're in my way."
"Yes sir, immediately sir." The vehicon leaves the room and Knockout then peaks his helm under the piece of furniture, an unamused look on his face.

"You know, I'm already very busy today and I don't appreciate you drawing attention to yourself."
"It's not like I meant it!" you whisper-yell.

The medic walks away with a large rag in servo, but pauses before cleaning his tools.

"You know; you owe me again."
"Oooof coarse I do..."

Breakdown

"Hey Breakdown! Do you-" You look on as the brute walks into the room- and straight to the com-system.

"Not now (Y/n); I'm not in the mood..."

Arms crossed over your chest, you face the soldier. "What's wrong?"
Breakdown exhales. "One of the energon mines - the one where the space-bridge is-isn't replying and now it's my job to find out why. Their status report is overdue. I've tried contacting some of the troopers directly but got no response. At this stage I'm considering going in myself to see what's up..."

He starts typing on the com-system's keypad. "Space-bridge control, this is Breakdown. Your status report is overdue."

Nothing but static...

He bangs his fist on the surface next to the monitor.

"Come in space-bridge control! Don't make come down there and dent some engine-blocks !"

More static...

"You have one nano-cycle to respond or I'll-"

"This is space-bridge control; situation normal."

You and Breakdown share a awkward-surprised look. Something sounded off...

"Normal? You sure about that?"
"We were just... calibrating the sub-systems and we... Uhhhh... had a surge! But it's fine now. How are you?"

"Uhhhh... Uhhhmm... Never better... Keep up the good work."

"Will do! Control out."

"..."

"Well that was weird..."

"Definitely..."

Predaking

A/n: (Alright, so just to make things clear, Predaking and Shockwave will have a mentor-student-ish relationship. Shockwave does care about Predaking and wants him to be successful, but does not care for him [if that makes sense].)

It was quite the challenge to keep her hidden from the others, but Predaking managed to keep the femme out of sight.

He would position himself in different ways to keep himself in front of you. There were one or two times that he actually had to act "disobedient" and growl at the 'Cons to ward them off. He shifted the entire time throughout his check up with the medic, earning some scolding. At last that was over, but that didn't mean you were out of trouble yet.

Predaking had to get you past the cyclops himself.

Why go through so much trouble for the femme? Because she at least tried to help him where others would not. She treated him unlike any other ever had, and to allow her to be killed would be very dishonorable. And Predaking knew honor. Furthermore, she had an air about her- something that intrigued him, but he could not put his digit on it, not yet...

It was tense as Shockwave walked back and forth from one of his stations to the next. "You should have been on guard, Predaking. Your decision to let your pride take over when confronted with the Autobots was highly illogical."

Predaking, in his bot form, nodded. "It is a mistake I intend to not make again." he growls. Movement was felt under his shoulder armour. It was small, but definitely there.

And it tickled.

There it was again. The movement continued and became almost unbearable. It took all in him to not scratch at the spot and give the femme's position away.

The one-eyed mech looked over, noting that his creation was acting strangely. Predaking immediately stiffened, his plating suddenly squishing you against his protoform and keeping you in place.

It was not until Shockwave decided to leave him be and leave the lab that he relaxed. You were just about to crawl out when a sharp claw suddenly yanked you out. "What were you doing in there femme?" You gulp, Predaking was very tall and you were very high up. "It was getting uncomfortable..."

The predacon blew some smoke from his mouth as he starts towards his "pen". "We must find a better place to keep you hidden. It is very distracting with you climbing around on my body. Like an insect is scurrying over you."

"You weren't almost squished to death!" You bite back, slightly offended. "Do not talk back to me, female! I have spent the whole day protecting you!"

You said nothing as he continued to make his way to his enclosure. 'You should thank him later...'