Shattered

Chapter 11

A/N: Well, it's been a few months I guess since I last updated this one... Not entirely uncommon I'm afraid, for many months to go by without a new chapter. Thank you to those who have been patiently waiting!

This chapter was co-written by my brother, Blaster 2.0, so thanks to him for writing scenes in this one along with many revisions and readings.

Hope you enjoy!

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Whirr quickly strode into the throne room and knelt; his helm low.

Astrokliks ticked by as the tyrant Prime stared him down, purposely making the scientist wait to see what he would do.

Just as he often did to his underlings.

Finally, the Prime grumbled, "Rise. And tell me what you have created."

The helicopter straightened from his kneeling crouch, meeting the other mech's optics.

Leaning forward in his seat, Optimus' faceplate split in an ugly sneer as he spoke again.

"I do hope it is impressive, Scientist Whirr. I don't like disappointments."

Behind him, Whirr could hear the twins snickering to each other from their posts by the door.

"Well, I don't like to boast," replied the scientist calmly, pressing down his nervousness. "But I do believe you will be impressed."

Pressing three buttons on the controls of his gauntlet that was attached to his left servo, he called out three names.

"Sixgun! Cog! Aragon!"

Sets of stomping pedes met the present mecha's audios.

Prowl, Ultra Magnus, and Smokescreen glanced from the Prime to the scientist, and then back at the three figures entering the throne room from where they had been waiting outside in the corridor.

Jazz and Ricochet gave them wary looks from under their visors, hands on the pistols at their sides.

Optimus Prime watched, gaze unwavering from the trio that came to a halt in a neat line behind their creator.

The first one was large, about average height and build for a Cybertronian. The second one that had entered the room, was shorter, more towards Whirr's height and build, but still bigger than him. And the third one was, simply put, massive, rivaled in height only by Magnus.

"These are the Cyberbots," said Whirr, a hint of pride in his tone. He folded his servos behind his back and stood a little straighter. "I created them from my own design, they function very similar to we Cybertronians, but take more effort to subdue in a fight. Also, they do not consume energon, but a serum based on energon that is easily produced.

"I believe they will be excellent additions to your army, my Lord."

Whirr bowed at the waist, then straightened, awaiting the warlord's response.

The Prime sat forward, his elbows resting on the armrests of his throne, digits steepled in front of him. His optics were narrowed as he examined the three Cyberbots.

The two Praxians observing from the side of the room flicked their doorwings while Magnus stared down the new trio with a death glare.

"Tell me more about your creations, Whirr," said Optimus coolly.

"Okay. They can become armour and form around most mecha, like this." The scientist pressed a button on his left servo guard.

Sixgun came apart into pieces, which formed around Whirr.