Third Person Perspective

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"YOU LEFT STARSCREAM WITH THE AUTOBOTS?!" (Y/D/n) heard Megatron hell from the hall. "DO YOU HAVE THE NOTION OF THE CONSEQUENCES FROM YOUR BLUNDER?!"

"But, my lordship, it was Starscream's incompetence that lost us the immobilizer!" A femme voice argued. (Y/D/n) felt curiosity run through her. Megatron said nothing about another femme on this ship.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT SOME TRINKET!" He yelled back at the femme. "My second in command is a prisoner of the enemy. Which means all Decepticon intelligence is at the fingertips of the AUTOBOTS!"

(Y/D/n) felt her frame twitch at the yelling she heard. It soon calmed though and silence filled the room. She felt like she could possibly peak around the corner.

"Leave." She froze at Megatron's voice. (Y/D/n) watched as a femme exited the room. She was absolutely beautiful. (Y/D/n) froze, star struck, before shaking her head. The femme spotted her and approached.

"Who are you?" The femme asked, she sounded snappy, upset.

"Oh. I'm (Y/D/n)." She answered with a smile. "Who are you? Megatron never said anything about another femme on the ship."

"Arachnid. Are you a friend of Megatron's?" Arachnid asked, noticing that (Y/D/n) was a neutral. After receiving a nod, Arachnid was about to scoff when an idea popped into her processor. "Well that's lovely to hear, I'm sure we'll be great friends."

(Y/D/n) felt a strong wave of excitement hit her and she smiled brightly. The two femmes walked and talked. (Y/D/n) noticed lots of weird looks sent Arachnid's way; she'd have to ask Megatron about it later.

"So you were an architect? That's certainly interesting~ you're probably the smartest decepticon on this vessel then~." Arachnid held a flirty tone in her voice that made (Y/D/n) blush; this wasn't the warm welcome the femme was expecting.

"Oh... I-I wouldn't say that, Arachnid, but I'm smart enough to build a stable structure that'll stay up for a few light years." (Y/D/n) answered, trying not to gloat considering she didn't think so highly of herself.

"Well most of the mechs on this ship don't have the most functioning processors, and from what I'm hearing, you still have a few bolts screwed right in that beautiful helm of yours~." Arachnid pressed on, pressing her breastplates against (Y/D/n)'s.

(Y/D/n) was probably a new shade of blue at this point. Only Megatron has made continuous compliments toward the femme, but he never made any suggestive remarks or took any suggestive actions toward (Y/D/n). The femme found herself stammering, her processor spinning with confusion, not knowing how to brush off this femmes persistent flirting.

There were no distractions on the Nemesis for (Y/D/n) to scramble off to, in fact, (Y/D/n) had nothing else to do than to spend time with this femme and some others on this ship. Worst of all, in this moment, there was no one around. She had her back struts against the wall, cornered by this flirty femme who had her pinned by the breast plates.

Somehow, (Y/D/n) managed to slow the spiraling confusion in her processor and calm herself. She took a observation of her situation and shifted to the side to remove her platings from Arachnids.

"Thank you, Arachnid, but I know Soundwave is far superior compared to my inferior processor." (Y/D/n) deescalated with a giggle. Arachnid smirked and furrowed her optic ridges toward (Y/D/n).

"How does a femme like you wind up on her knees for mech like Megatron?" She asked with a soft scoff. (Y/D/n)'s face plating was darker than before, her optics wide.

"E-excuse me?!" She exclaimed, shocked and embarrassed. (Y/D/n) had her arms pulled to her chassis and servos on her face plates, trying to cover the blush.

"It's so obvious from the way you talk about him. You could do so much better. Even Starscream would be a better choice than Megatron— actually, I take that back, Starscream's better off in the scrapyard; you'd be way too good for him." She explained, rolling her optics. "Primus, even I'd be a better spark mate than Megatron; I'm really good at keeping my promises you know."

"A-Arachnid, I'm flattered, but I'm not interested and I'd prefer not to speak of romance. I-I just want to be friends." (Y/D/n) answered.

"Fine, fine. But I'd you ever need some femme on femme, you know who to come to." Arachnid replied with a smirk. (Y/D/n) felt herself nod; she knew better than to go interface on impulse, but if anything went wrong between her and Megatron, she knew she'd have a moment or two.

"O-ok... well back to what I was saying..." (Y/D/n) then continued to explain how her work went and the difficulty of keeping stable friendships with such oversupply of work.

The femme rambled for what felt like hours, Arachnid seemed undeniably intrigued in (Y/D/n)'s old life, but that didn't mean she was. Arachnid was looking for something; she was searching for any weak points or something she could pry on to reveal something else. That's when Megatron got brought back up. Arachnid suddenly realized that (Y/D/n) was probably the greatest advantage she'd ever have over the mech.

"So when was your first date with Megatron?" She asked, grinning in delight when she saw the femme blush darkly and heard her squeak. Arachnid would love this one being added to her collection; perhaps she would keep her in a tube and only let her out when Arachnid needed a break.

The idea of torturing this sweet femme made Arachnid's frame shudder with excitement. Arcee was certainly fun to torture, but she was already broken; Arachnid wanted a new toy to play with and this one was shiny and neatly packaged. Arachnid could only imagine the sound of her screams and the taste of the energon that would one day drip off her dermas.

Arachnid shook off those thoughts though, she didn't want to get carried away and ruin her chance to hit Megatron where it hurt him the most. The femme watched as (Y/D/n) shook her helm and turned it to face Arachnid. Despite making that small effort, (Y/D/n)'s optics trailed elsewhere.

"We never dated..."

"I meant meet up, dear, a date and a meet up are practically the same thing."

"Well..."

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"Megatronus!" (Y/D/n) called, jogging up to the tall mech. Said mech was covered in energon and lubricants from his victim in the arena. The mech was surprised to see the femme in his arena again; they had spoken over a comm link, but despite expressing her disgust for his occupation, here she was.

"(Y/D/n)? Why are you here? Is the another repair? I don't recall breaking anything." Megatronus asked, looking down toward the femme who looked different... more worn down.

When Megatronus first saw her, she looked shiny and brand new; now she was faded, dirty, and scratched up. A part of him was worried; another part of him felt this matched her character more. Either way, this strong feeling inside his spark didn't change, she was still the most fascinating femme he'd ever met.

"My project got turned over to someone else and I have to wait for information on the new project they assigned me to, so I decided I'd come here and support my friend! And maybe you could be my repair bot and fix my broken schedule?" (Y/D/n) asked, a nervous grin on her face as she played with her digits behind her back struts. Megatronus chuckled and nodded.

"Of course, accompany me to the wash racks, will you not?" He asked; perhaps it was an odd question, but as long as no spikes or valves were out and about it was entirely appropriate and normal.

"Of course, energon is hard to get off after all." (Y/D/n) replied with a small smile, looking at Megatronus' stained armor. The mech nodded and the two made their way to the wash racks.

The femme helped scrub with all her might and still could barely get all the energon off. (Y/D/n) gritted her dentas, annoyed, but still found a part of her laughing.

"How do you wash this off every day?!" She laughed through gritted denta. Megatronus' deep voice box laughed from above her.

"I usually don't, I'm never out much so I tend to avoid doing it when I can." He explained, watching the femme trying her best with a goofy grin. The mech felt that strong feeling once more as well as a desire to ask for her attention more often, but he knew that would be inappropriate of him to do so, even if they were in the same caste.

"Lazy, lazy, lazy~." (Y/D/n) hummed with a giggle. "But at least I'm getting all the construction scrap out of my frame as well so I can't complain."

The two laughed and enjoyed their seemingly intimate time together, talking and just all together enjoying each other's presence. They were soon out of the wash racks though and in a berth room the arena had for its gladiators.

It wasn't much, but (Y/D/n) didn't care. The two couldn't stop talking to each other if they wanted to. It was conversation after conversation; the only pauses taken were to drink their energon cubes.

Megatronus had later become scared when he feared that their relationship had been taken too far when (Y/D/n) fell asleep in his arms. Despite the femmes embarrassment and rush to leave, she still commed him afterwards, which made him happy.

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"All that and you still didn't interface?" Arachnid asked, (Y/D/n) shook her helm, blushing and biting her derma.

"I wasn't in love with him in the beginning. I was going through something and didn't consider any feelings except the excitement of having a friend who was ignorant as to what had happened. I fell for him later on." She explained, a small smile on her dermas. (Y/D/n) then cleared her pipes and shook her head. "I have to go, thank you for your company."

Arachnid nodded and watched as the femme scrambled off. This might be harder than she thought. Arachnid would continue to try anyway.