Transformers: Trickery At Its Best

15. Relations

No. I can't believe it. How?! It's not possible?!

I was speechless as I stared wide eyed.

"How?. . . " I whispered to myself. "How what?" Megatron questioned sounding quite amused by my disbelief.

"It's not possible." I said in disbelief. My spark aching. Megatron chuckled.

"Nightblade. . ." I whispered as I put my servo on the glass casing of the tube. After I'd had my moment of disbelief my defensive sibling instincts took over.

"HOW DO YOU HAVE MY BROTHER?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!" I demanded answers. Megatron looked taken aback by my outburst.

"DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT!" He yelled back. "My brother died eons ago! Why is he here!?" I shouted.

"You're brother used to work for me when you were younger. He was a fine warrior. So very close to becoming my Second In Command." He started.

"That's not possible. My brother told me stories of you. He would never work for you and your twisted visions!" I spat at him, not believing a word he said.

"So you did know your brother well. You're correct, he would not work for me. . . By free will. So I threatened to kill you. And he immediately agreed to work for me." He continued.

I just stared at him. Unable to comprehend all this. My brother worked for the one Cybertronian he loathed the most, Megatron, for me.

"He was doing so very well. Until one day he caught me in a bad mood, and to top things off, he failed his mission and spoke back to me and stepped out of line, greatly." He explained. I listened attentively.

"I shot him."

My spark skipped a beat as I stumbled back. I've been working for the one Mech who killed my brother, my only family, my whole life.

"I was quite disappointed he was a fine soldier. I got Shockwave to do his best on reviving him. . . . He was successful." Megatron said.

I looked up at him with shock all over my faceplate. "M-my brothers. . . Alive?" I questioned quietly.

"Only. If you agree to do as I say." Megatron said deeply.

I. . . I can't. I can't work for Megatron he killed my brother! But if I do, perhaps I can get my brother back.

"If I work for you. . . You'll let my brother go?" I asked. "Yes. Yes I will, disobey me or betray me and I will kill the both of you." He threatened. "Though I may spare your brother. I could really use his set of skills at this time." He added.

"I'll do it." I agreed. My spark breaking as Smokescreen lingered in my processor.

"Wise choice." Megatron said as he walked out of the lab. Leaving me with my unconscious brother.

"I'll get you out big brother. I promise. I'm not gonna lose you again." I said to him.

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General Narration

"Optimus. How do we tell Smokescreen? It'll be too much for him. He's already almost lost her once. This'll kill him." Bulkhead looked to his leader for an answer.

"I do not know. We must tell him. He will find out sooner or later." Optimus replied. "I'll tell him." Bulkhead said.

He walked down the hallways and stopped at Smokescreens berthroom. He raised his servo to knock but froze. He shut his optics and finally knocked.