Hey, everyone! I wanted to try to do an oc transformers story. This next part is really important to me. Please, please, please. Let me know if I start making him overpowered. There are somethings that I want him to be able to do, but if a start making it to the point where he's the most powerful around, tell me immediately to stop, I don't find it any fun when someone's oc is the most powerful around, or the answer to all the problems, I don't mind it occasionally if the character is well written, but, unfortunately, that's not often the case. But enough of this! On with the story!
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S-31 grit his denta and hissed as a blast of electricity jolted through his frame. Why was he here again? Oh, right, he failed. Again.

'When will i learn to follow instructions' he thought, 'probably never' was the only answer his mind gave him.

He had ignored a direct order, thus failing training, never mind that Megatron's orders would have gotten a great number of vehicon soldiers killed, or at leased seriously injured, in a real battle, and that plan wouldn't even have  helped them win!

Apparently possibly winning the battles of the present outweighed the importance of winning later scrimmages of the war, not that he cared for the outcome of the war, it was a loss for him either way.

This time he couldn't hold back the yelp of pain as another blast traveled through his systems. He frowned at himself for letting the pain get to him, he knew he had been through this before, and he knew what was coming next, he would come, do some things then the real punishment would happen. All for the sake of bettering his abilities, for 'improving' him. To make him the perfect little puppet for the deception cause.

S-31 knew that they had already done many things to him, such as altering his C.N.A., or messing with his memories, either that or he just really was not good at remembering things....he was totally blaming it on the former.

This time he growled as the electricity cackled across his chassis. He would not give them the satisfaction of seeing him in pain, even though he truly was. He would not cave, not now, not ever.

Suddenly the torture stoped. S-31 looked over to the door weekly, it was him. "Shockwave."

"S-31," the scientist nodded, "it would only be logical to assume that you know what is coming next. Considering how many times this has happened."

S-31 gulped, not that shockwave noticed, and nodded his helm slightly. He steeled himself, ready for the approaching pain.

Shockwave watched him, then walked over to a console and messed with the controls for a bit.

Some nearby machinery whirled to life, and moved closer. "It would be ideal to listen next time you are given an order."

"I don't even want to be part of this 'game' for control, why should I play by your rules?" S-31 clenched his denta as he was injected with a dark blue, almost black, substance. The pain would start soon.

Shockwave nodded, "very well," he undid the restraints, "then let us see how well you do with no 'rules' in a battle. Lord Megatron was wanting to see you anyway."

S-31's optics widened, this was not good. Some vehicons came in and dragged him to the hull, and to Megatron. He was thrown to the floor once they entered and the vehicons quickly fled, smart choice.

Megatron growled, "I assume you are aware as of why you are here?"

S-31 sat up but kept his optics looking at the floor. He dipped his helm slightly in confirmation.

"And would you care to tell me why that is?"

We all have that little voice in our head, you know the one. Kinda our sense of self preservation. 'don't say it, don't say it!' "Because your a cruel slave driver who is trying to brainwash me into fighting for you, it's not working, Bucket head." 'scrap! I told you not to say it!'

S-31 held back the yelp as he was slammed into a wall.

"I have tolerated such talk from many, but I will not tolerate this behavior from you, you are to follow orders. No matter the outcome. No matter the cost." Megatron growled.

"Yes...." He stoped the whimper before it came out while sliding to the floor.

Yes, what!"

"Yes.....sir"

Megatron smirked, "now that that's all out of the way, on to your punishment for disregarding a direct order".

S-31 took a deep breath and forced himself to rise to his peds in front of Megatron. It would start in, three.....two....one.

He stumbled back as an armored fist smashed into his faceplates. This was going to take awhile.

Time skip, brought to you by shockwave, the king of logic.

S-31 groaned as the pain in his arm seamed to increase. He had received quite the beating from "Lord" Megatron. The warlord had made it quite clear how things worked around here, not that he didn't know already. He just chose to ignore the chain of command.

He felt another throb of pain. The punishment included but was not limited to a twisted arm, a mangled leg, a crushed servo, and a dented and an overall battered frame.

Another twinge of pain made him curl up on the floor. Knockout would be here soon for repairs, be always was.

Ah, speak of the destroyer and he shall appear. The door opened and in walked the vain doctor himself, in all his shiny glory. "You really should start listening to Lord Megatron."

"I'll start when the deceptions stop."

"Stop what?"

"Stop fighting."

Knockout sighed, "well that's not going to happen anytime soon, so uncurl your frame so I can access the injuries."

S-31 groaned but compiled, this was a bad day...

"Knockout, once the repairs are Finished bring him to the lab." Shockwave's voice said over the com system.

.....a really bad day.

~end~

so? What do you think? Should I continue?