Nor does he knew how this had happened, other than being betrayed and joining the decepticons because his so called ‘best friends’ had left him behind.
And now he happens to be the warlord’s best fighter (and lover) the decepticons have ever seen.
That fact made the mech’s smirk curl… but he’s not satisfied, no.
The spider prime wanted something more… but what? He’s tried everything, he tried to experiment, he tried training, heck!
He even tried searching for megatron when he was missing and the slagging allspark fragments! But nothing, the spider mech feels… what is he even feeling?!
He went through more rigorous training in order to get his mind off this estranged feeling.
But the more he did the more this feeling lingered, getting stronger and stronger with every slash and swipe. After some time, he felt someone trying to sneak up on him, he swung his axe and it was suddenly caught.
Aracnus’ optics meet with the warlords, this interaction made megatron chuckle.
“Almost took my helm clean off.” He jokes, making the arachnid prime huff before relaxing his frame. “Almost.” Arachnus parrots, standing down before the leader. “If you’ve come to spar, I’m not in the mood.” He confirms, walking past the warlord.
“Is there a problem, arachnus?” He finally asks, arching his optic at his conjunx. “Nothing, my lord.” He mutters, putting his primary weapon away.
He was about to walk out of the room, until he was suddenly picked up and placed on the tyrant’s palderon space. “Wha-?! Hey!!” He shouts, kicking and scratching the armour as megatron strides out and down the hall.
Arachnus hissed and growled, the unbothered decepticon walked onwards towards his resting quarters and put the spider prime on the berth.
“There. Now we’re alone.”
Megatron interprets, placing his servos on Arachnus’ palderons as he leans down to his height. “Will you tell me what’s wrong now?”
Arachnus hissed silently, before finally giving in. “… I feel strange.”
“How strange, my love?” He asks once more, letting his go to let him yell it out. “I feel… ugh! Can you not?! Y’know I hate this!” He shouts, turning away from the warlord. The tyrant all but sighed and sat next to his spiderbot.
“Y’know as well as I do that bottling this up doesn’t suit you.” He told Arachnus.
“It’ll keep on pestering, keep on growing until it bursts… don’t do this to yourself.” Megatron placed one servo back on his palderon. “Let it out.”
He waited… and waited… until he finally got that sigh in defeat as his lover’s beautiful four optics finally stared back at him.
“…. I feel empty.”
“Empty?” He asks in shock, Arachnus now suddenly in his lap and helm against his chassis.
Something unlike Arachnus unless it comes with sparing, play fighting and playful banter on both sides.
“Yes, I don’t know how this had started… but that’s how I feel.” He says, placing his servo on his own chassis before moving to the warlords.
“I see… do you think you can retrace your memories to see when you didn’t feel like this?” He asks. Arachnus… never thought about that before.
For quite a bit his mind went back to where he didn’t feel like this.
There was that Halloween night when he didn’t feel empty and when he fought elita- 1, he felt hurt… but not empty.
Then that time when they battled once again, he didn’t feel empty then.
And of course that time with the dinobots too, emptiness didn’t show up at all… maybe elita was making him feel this way…?
No. Arachnus felt empty when she faced him alone… it must be something else.
“… i didn’t feel that way when elita faced me, but when I faced her alone….” He paused, already feeling more emptier than before. “I understand.” Megatron nods, careful to not dwindle further into his past.
“Maybe it has something to do with the other bots.” He muses, Arachnus’ many optics widened at that. Megatron was right!
When he was captured the ninja and cadet bot for bait, he felt something!
“Mind pulling up the autobot files! I wanna see something.” He says suddenly, megatron shrugs and did as he’s told. (Tell. No one.) and Lo and behold, the autobot files he had got from shockwave.
Arachnus swiped passed swiftly through everyone’s profile- only pausing at sentinel’s to hiss at it- Arachnus finally managed to bring up elita’s crew.
Swiping through them for at least 5 seconds before moving on to another.
Arachnus took a good long look at the ninja bot profile before shaking his helm and moving onto the next one.
The spider stared at it for another long while… actually, he stared at that one longer than the ninja. Megatron took notice of this after 29 minutes, the leader shook Arachnus out of his daze and the spider stared up at the mech.
“Are you alright Arachnus?” He asks, the half-organic nodded before looking back at the minibot once more. “I know what I want now.” He says, turning off the device megatron used prior before turned towards him.
His main limbs wrapped around the warlord’s neck guard, both bots stared face to face, he then said something very unusual… but not unwarranted.
“… I want a bitlet. And I know which one I want already.”
Megatron chuckled at the request, he might know just what to do with a simple request like that. “And it shall be done… when the time is right.”
Arachnus perked up with surprise by the warlord’s answer.
“Have you… thought about having sparklings?” His endurae asks, hesitant but hopeful of a positive answer.
“Not at first….” He admits, gently holding one of Arachnus’ extra limbs. “However, an organic scientist may have activated my parental protocols on accident, might as well put them to good use.” He answers
With Arachnus now happy with the answer the two decepticons sat there making out, Arachnus’ hands on his faceplate while his servos on his waist.
There are many reasons he chose Arachnus to be by his side as such.
But the biggest reason is thus…
He likes the way the half- organic thinks.
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… yeah I think we all know where this is going.
Here we have another megop with Arachnus prime and some kidnap to adopt sprinkled in there. Why?
… I got inspired by the Arachnus stuff that I saw, both the art and the fanfics and thought this is the perfect way to illustrate an evil megop and their autobot son the surprise adopt!
And also I needed to write more megop in the long run cause I haven’t done a single one-.
Elita-1 orders, walking with prowl. “So… like, in teams miss bossbot?” Bumblebee asks, scratching the side of his helm.
“You guys can split up however you like, just leave your comms on if anything suspicious happens.” She instructs, both her and prowl transform and drove off. “Wanna go together bumblebee?” Bulkhead asks.
“Nah, I think I can handle this one bulkie.” Bumblebee confidently replies, waving it off like it’s nothing. “You sure’ bout that kid?”
“I’m sure doc bot, I can do this myself!” He point to himself, fully convinced he can do it.
He transformed and rolled out, before they can check on him the third time, already farther in the wooded area they’re scouting.
Once he transforms back into his alt-form he looked around and walked, optics scanning for anything suspicious. “… sooo, boss lady, what kind of activity are we looking for?” He asks on the comms, getting a pretty hefty sigh from her.
“_We just talked about this bee, how did you not pay attention_?” His boss asked, her tone slightly annoyed at this.
“… I was thinking about something else by then.” He admits, looking down at his peds with guilt as he heard her groan.
“_There has been suspicious activity in these areas, locals said a ‘humanoid gigantic creature with many eyes’ have been seen near the lake_.” She told him, he nodded at this and made a faux cough. “You’re uh… situationship mech is back, huh?”
He asks, arching his optic ridge. “_Indeed, i’m shocked you remember that and not the debriefing_.” She adds, making him chuckle.
“Sari filled me in on the details and… I’ve been meaning to ask for a while--.” Bumblebee cut himself off, hearing a few branches snap from behind him.
“Hold on bossbot, I think I heard something.” He says, keeping his voice low and cautious. “_Stay cautious bumblebee, don’t engage_.” She warns him over the comms. “Uhh… boss, whatever it is it’s approaching fast!”
He shouts, optics widened and worry washes over. “_Bumblebee, do not engage! We’re coming over_” she entails, as the rustling got louder every nanosecond until--.
“Merr.” A small feline creature popped out the bushes, eyes fixated on him before moving on, he breathed a sigh of relief.
“_False alarm bossbot, just a cat_.” He concluded over comms, making elita-1 and prowl sigh in exasperation. “That’s fine bee, just-… keep your guard up, ok?”
“_You got it bossbot- AAAHHH--_!!!”
He suddenly screamed, comm link suddenly offline, making her look confused and worried. “Bumblebee? Bumblebee report!” She pressed, optic ridges furrowed making her confused.
“Bumblebee! Do you read?! Answer me soldier!” She shouts, growing more worried every nanosecond until the comm link came back online once more.
“Thank primus, bee you really shouldn’t--.”
“_I’m sorry, but your scout is no longer available_.”
Elita’s optics widened, her venting quickened. She knows that voice anywhere. “What did you do to my scout?!” She shouts in her comm link.
“_I didn’t do anything, like I said, he’s not available right now_.” She hears him, making her engines grumble lowly with frustration.
“_Optimus you lay a digit on my scout’s helm_!”
Arachnus sneered at that name, holding an unconscious scout in his restarlueus while while talking to elita-1 through the unconscious bot’s comm link.
“Optimus is gone. Has been since you left him behind.” He growls clearly upset with the use of his old name. “It’s Arachnus prime, to you. Prime.”
He spat. Before she could say anything else he cut off her comm link with the scouts, removing her and her team from the cadet’s contacts.
As well as turning off his tracker before they can get any ideas.
“Much better.” He comments, now walking with his prized possession in his servos. ‘Very soon, everything will be in place.’ Arachnus thought, smirking down at the bot he had to use his stassis venom on before anything.
‘Shame I had to put him to sleep.’ He thinks, staring down at him fondly before moving quickly, very sure that this kind of peace is not gonna last if he stays exactly in one spot. ‘Besides….’
The image of his and his conjunx discussing the scouts fate made him smirk.
‘Megatron and I have big plans for you little scout.’ He thinks, gently caressing the sleepy scout’s faceplate, making the sleeping form stir at the touch.
‘Big plans indeed.’
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… *looks at my hands* *looks back at my writing* … how the hell did I do that?
I’m a god? I’m untouchable? I am Icarus and the sun can fucking blow me-?! Pff-! Hah, still my favourite Danny motta quote.
But seriously, I don’t do angst very well, nor can I make a dramatic fic either… best I can do is sprinkle in some casual comedy and wholesome fluff to keep myself in the comfort zone while also doing something new.
… rereading this (and possibly missing some spelling and grammar mistakes-) and I’m immediately shooketh at what I had just written.
(The memory, before the amusement)- transformers animated [bee’s only mentioned]
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Megop + mega-dad au/parental megatron
(A love to call his own)
(Three little birds, one of them is a hawk) [megop only mentioned]
(An arachnid, a bee and a warlord) [kidnap to adopt au]
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Papa prime
(Strategic games and concerning discoveries)- transformers animated
(I’m just a kid tonight)- transformers animated
(Not everything can be buried forever)- transformers animated (it kind of is but technically it’s not-)
(What kind of fragging instinct?!)- feral prime au by: yinandyang1
(A wild bot knows better than most) feral prime au by: yinandyang1
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Shutter-tron stuff (… ok, the name is kinda growing on me-.)
(Never speak ill, of one still cherished)- transformers animated
(Lemonade is better, till you sweeten up the bowl)- transformers g1
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Megacracker (this one is very new)
(The unexpected on the nemisis)- transformers g1
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Wow…. Wow!
… ever since that ask right here -> (the ask that got me to do this)<- I… never actually thought it would be THAT messy and THAT unorganised but… here we are-.
… I wanted to make this as clear as possible. But uh… yeah that’s a lot of writing that I did for the past…. 2… 3 Years? And a lot of it is unfinished, haven’t made a series of it yet, random thoughts that I wanted to put on here for the time being because I can.
That is… all of that I had done and put on here, because you guys are amazing and you deserve most of the tf stories I did organised and carefully put on this page that I’ll pin it on…
I should do this for wick and the skits too… make a proper master list as others called it. But… I need a break. For a while. Maybe on the same amount of days it took working this list? Maybe more? Yeah let’s go with that-.
Also… if there are any stories that I missed please let me know
Warning ⚠️‼️⛔️: mentions of sparkling death, past traumatic events, angst, hurt comfort.
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Megatron ran fast through the corridor.
He ran into his own room before opening the door to his son’s room, already thinking about the worst, he was slightly relieved to see his son still in one place.
But he’s very much not ok from the looks of it, he’s twitching and whimpering.
‘A nightmare.’ He thinks, already next to his heir’s berth.
He shook him gently to stir him awake, however all that single touch did was jolt him awake and he’s left breathing heavily and unevenly.
Megatron immediately wrapped his arms around him, hopefully to help ground him a little bit…. “Shhh, it’s ok, it’s alright, i’m here.” He tries, but that didn’t do anything, just made it a bit worse as his servos grasped his upper arms tightly.
Megatron stared down worriedly, there wasn’t anything else that could have helped him, he’s only able to take care of his son when he was a sparkling… but he’s not giving up on him, not ever.
His son had just came back into his life, he’s not about to just let him go because he’s grown up. He just-.. has to do something.
An idea popped up in his helm.
An old memory he used to repeat every time he felt empty, he knows this’ll work. It had worked before, he’s hoping it can work again.
“🎶-Stars above and we are here together, Primus light glow like a thousand suns-🎶.” He sang, pausing for a brief moment before continuing onwards.
“🎶-stay with me and you can dream forever, right here in my arms--🎶.”
Megatron continues, feeling his son calm down and take deep vents in his hold. “🎶-Stars begin to climb… melodies, fill the breeze… sweeter all the time-🎶.” Bumblebee finished, blinking before staring up at the warlord with admiration.
Megatron smiles down, optics softened as he tilts his helm to the side. “… you-… know that song?” Bumblebee asks, reluctantly letting megatron go.
“It was your carrier’s song… calms me right down after an eventful battle.” He answers, leaning back against his servos.
“Apparently the song used to be sung by micronus prime, a warrior of small size but great ambition.” He chuckles remembering how excited she was when talking about micronus’ legends and tales.
“Legend has it that he and onyx prime sings for those that lost their way, those that lived…. And those that did not.” He looks down sadly.
“You’ve… probably heard of the rumours of-.” Megatron paused, not wanting to voice it out. Bumblebee nods, knowing what rumour he’s mentioning.
“Yeah, I’ve been told that you’ve killed sparklings from other bots.” He says, pausing to take a deep breath at how they’ve described those events.
“But Optimus said he’s seen you helped some sparklings reunite with their caretakers and helped with their wounds, he’s just-… not sure anymore.”
Bumblebee adds resting his arms on top of his knees. “… heh, even Optimus prime is able to find a positive outlook of me.” Megatron comments, covering his optics before running his servo over his helm.
“Those past few days, back then…. I did something foolish.” He starts off, optics darkening as an unforgiving memory surfaced.
I appointed a mech I thought I can trust with a task so simple for my second in command… before starscream became one himself-.
“Wait really?! Before starscream?!!?” Bumblebee asks, bewildered at something so trivial it made megatron chuckle. “Indeed, anyways--.”
--I gave that same mech strict orders to scare the civilians away and to cause as much damage to one of the buildings our target resides.
What I didn’t account for was that same mech backstabbed and sabotaged the whole plan i had crafted and-…. That mech killed more than a dozen civilians and made even the sparklings suffer!
Megatron’s servos curled tightly into fists, his anger sheathing and burning before calming himself down, it took a bit but his son’s presence definitely helped calm down faster.
“… the only reason I found out about this mishap was from soundwave’s surveillance and shockwave’s evidence.” He revealed, slumping over his son’s birth.
“I appointed Starscream as my new SIC once he caught the previous commander…. And I made sure he never lived another day.” He sneers at nothing before a great sadness took over.
“… that must’ve been hard.” Was all bumblebee can say, shifting closer. “Knowing the cause and not being able to prevent it….” He added, leaning on the war-. On the sire he never knew much of.
“It is… I wish I had done more.” He admits, bringing bumblebee closer to the side his frame, the two bots sat there….
…. Quietly mourning the bots, young and old that never get to go home…
Just then, a sudden jolt made the two of them both jump.
Memories neither of them experienced suddenly appeared in their processors, but both megatron and bee knew it’s something familiar.
The minibot and warframe’s sparks felt…. Full.
Like the empty space filled on its own.
“… did you-..?” Megatron was about to ask, but stopped once he saw the tears streaming bumblebee’s faceplate but in his spark it’s pure unfiltered joy and a sense of relief washing over… and at the same time, guilt.
“… m-mama!” His voicebox glitched, overwhelmed. Both him and bee wrapped their restarlueus around each other. Neither had once let the other go.
“I-I’m so sorry! I-I really-..!” He cried, arms still tightly wrapped around megatron. “Shhh, it’s ok. It was never your fault. It’s ok, shhh.” He soothes and shushes, rubbing circles on his minibot son’s back.
Glad that he’s finally able to feel his son’s bond and emotions once again.
“Everything is ok, brightbolt.”
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YAAASSS!! I finally got to use the mystery name!
Oh my god! The amount of times I’ve wanted to use that name for god knows how many chapters after chapter 15. But yes!! I finally got to use it!
Oh and for those that are confused about the ending bit, their spark bond has been properly mended (it wasn’t broken… but it was fading away) so now they can very much feel their each others emotions once again, possibly stronger.
If you guys are still confused… us go to this post here ->(promise kept forever: doctor notes)<- it should explain a bit about my headcanon about this specific spark bond phenomenon, though I should rewrite that one… I should-.
Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter, cause it ain’t gonna be the last and this is the name list post @st1ckart1zt has (name list post) 100% credit goes to them for the name.
As one of cybertron’s best known decepticon loyalist.
Shockwave has calculated every scenario left and right, some are unpredictable and some are… well, very predictable to a point mind you, not everyone follows the exact same predictions every time.
Don’t get him wrong, he’s been called many things, though most of them are very illogical, he’s not one to correct their autobots for their rumours and speculation.
Just when he thinks things seemed to be running smoothly in his optic, starscream showed up unannounced.
‘As per usual, lord megatron’s headache arrived.’ He thinks, at first not bothering to turn around… but has other ideas when he hears loud muffled noises from the seeker did he decide to turn towards the SIC.
He stared at starscream, in shock when his optic caught sight of what was not on his list of priorities.
“… you brought a female?” He asks, surprised there are any more left since the golden age. “I brought an autobot but yes, this one is female.” He says casually, placing the two tone greenish- blue femme on one of their chairs.
Said femme staring at him like she’s gonna use his helm as a cup holder from how hard she’s glaring at him.
“You think lord megatron might be pleased for the capture?” He asks, arching his optic ridge at the logical orientated bot.
“Are you certain it’s wise to keep her here?” Shockwave asks, turning his helm back at the seeker.
“Indeed, she might give us the information we need.” Starscream concedes, his servos on his hips as his back is turned away from the femme.
“And you brought her here for megatron?” He asks, tilting his helm at the seeker. “No. I’m going to infiltrate their base on my own--.” He says with pride, while shockwave finds that illogical and starscream is continuing his rant on being the next leader.
Shockwave noticed the femme… not struggling, but actually trying to get out of the stassis bonds, he doubts she’ll get out those bonds, they’re stassis cuffs, a bot’s best friend…
And yet she did, both the cuffs off her wrists and in her servos. ‘Oh scrap she got out…’ he thinks turning his helm back to the seeker…
Then turned back to the femme with a double take, shock going through his processor as saw the female put them down gently.
‘Oh scrap! SHE GOT OUT THE STASSIS CUFFS!!” He thinks, watching the femme take off the gag too, her lips a deep frown as she stands up and sneaks towards them. “Starscream, I think it would be logical to turn-.”
“I’m not finished. As i said it is important to gather as much supplies as we can by stealing-.”
He suddenly got cut off as the femme’s restarlueus wraps around his middle- avoiding his cockpit -her servos clinging onto each other before lifting him up and bridging to slam him down. The seeker’s back and helm meet the metallic flooring.
Shockwave watched in horror and slightly with awe as the two-three tone blueish-green femme stands up with elegance and walks away.
Acting like she didn’t just suplexed the the second in command right in front of him.
Before she can get far, he faux coughed into his servo, making her stop in her tracks. “Ma’am, I would appreciate if you took my advice and-.”
“You want what he had?”
She finally spoke, pointing to a completey wiped out starscream as the seeker twitches his in agony. “I would not.” He answers, logically stepping back.
“Good, hate this cycle.” She mutters, suddenly walking up to starscream and grabbing the blaster from his hip holster.
“I’m taking this.” The femme tells him, walking away before giving the seeker an offensive kick to his helm. “Uhh… miss, as logical as your mood might be, you’re still technically in megatron’s territory.” He tries to warn.
“Ugh! Megatron! Megatron! Megatron! That all everybody talks about!!” She shouts, clearly fed up. “It was already bad enough with Optimus prime this! Optimus prime that! What is it with you lot idolising your fragging leaders?!”
She shouts, already infuriated by the amount of what she has heard and been said to her. ‘That is… a logical crash out.’ He thinks with a curt nod.
“--I mean! Seriously?! Stop. Idolising. Fragging normal bots! Megatron’s probably all talk and no fight.” Oh that is-… that is dangerous territory, she should not have said that, she’d definitely not have said that!
Especially in front of the mech himself! Right behind her! Just stepping out of the elevator she’s trying to reach!
“Uh, I really don’t think you should-.” But it’s too Late, she’s already rambling on about it even more. “Shouldn’t what?! Say what I think?! You just look at screans all day! And he’s still withering in pain!”
She points out, the seeker still very much twitching and groaning from that suplex muttering. “I can’t feel my frame….”
Scoffing at the ridiculousness of the whole thing, she turns back to the hexagonal headed mech.
“If he’s really that powerful and dangerous as you claim? Then he can come down here and face me like a mech and not a fragging coward-!” She stopped abruptly, bumping into the warlord’s chassis before looking up at him.
His optics are sharp and distain, awaiting for… something from the femme. “You’re blocking the elevator mech.” She points out, nonchalant at his presence.
“I am. And you are?” He asks, restarlueus crossed and his weapon completely in view. “Shutter. I’m a weapon smith, you?” She arched her optic ridge, cocking her helm to the left.
“I’m megatron.”
Once he introduced himself, her optics widened a bit in surprise. Looking at the other up and down, she let out a surprised hum. “You ain’t a coward after all.” She says suddenly.
“Can I get through now? I go scrap to do.” She said with as much nonchalant as a femme can say.
“N-no way!” A shrill screech protests, making the three bots turn towards the SIC. “… is he in agony?” Megatron asks, pointing at the seeker with an amused smile. “You’re in decepticon territory autobot.” Starscream sneers.
“You’ll be a good hostage and-.”
“I’m not an autobot.”
Is all she has to say to make, megatron, shockwave and starscream whip their helms around at the speed of sound, starscream’s with a bewildered look on his face.
“… you kidnapped a a decepticon?!” Shockwave shouts, terrified and upset starscream had done that. “Um.. not a decepticon either.” She interjects, shaking her helm. “Is this a regular occurrence?” She asks, whispering towards the leader.
“Not normally, this is the first.” He whispers back, both bots watching the scientist and seeker fighting like cats and dogs. “Are you free this evening?” Megatron asks, surprising the blue tone femme.
“I mean, for wares. You say you’re a weapon smith.” He saves, shutter arched her optic ridge at the tall mech before shrugging.
“Yeah, I’m free. But don’t expect me wearing your insignia.” She points, glaring half heartedly at the warrior. “I prefer staying on neutral terms.”
Megatron chuckled at the femme’s response. “That’s fair.” He smiled, letting her first into the elevator before joining her. “Do you do customisable weapons?”
“I do, but they take longer to make depending if you want it attached or not--.”
The elevator closed, leaving both a confused seeker and a confused scientist. “… what just happened?” Starscream asks. “I’m uncertain, but I have a theory.” Shockwave says, calculating his leader’s questions and response. “And that theory is…?”
“Is that megatron is infatuated with the weapon smith femme.”
“… WHAT?!?!!?”
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Megatron: and that was how I met my conjunx endurae and your carrier.
Bumblebee:
Bumblebee: dad/mom I asked if you wanted some rust sticks.
Megatron: ohh, yes I do… are there any oxidised copper flavour?
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Phew! Ok that’s done!
I had this crazy idea that shutter in the g1 universe (not sure if she’s a canon character there tbh-) that she’d be a weapon smith, she’d be the reason megatron has that ball and chain in the first place in this au as he recommended it to rival Optimus’ axe.
I was gonna write about her being approached by megatron… but that’s just boring, so I went with the kidnapped approach and got her to wound starscream’s pride.
