A/N: PART 2 OF THE SERIES! Yep that's it. Enjoy the chapter~ Requests are still on the way, hang on okay?
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"So, as I was saying earlier, (Y/N) will be my partner as liaison to the human. As such, she will be stationed here, reporting to me of YOU GUY'S attitude and behaviour!" Agent Fowler said, crossing his arms in front of him. I just got my ass told of by him for the fourth wall, and it wasn't pretty.
Fortunately, my guardian is Optimus so everything else does not matter.
Standing up, I dusted my behind off and chipped in, looking at Fowler with a hint of defeat.
"So...I'm pretty much stuck with baby-sitting? They're adults, they don't need to be looked after!" I huffed, leaning back on the railing. Agent Fowler smirked, rolling his eyes as he started to make his way back up.
"I told you, you wouldn't like it. Can't pull out now, can you?" he smugly said, closing off the elevator. His figure disappeared and I dropped the act, breaking into a fit of laugh as I spoke.
"Oh Fowler, you still suck at body language reading. If you think this is enough to make me pull out, then you've sadly underestimated me." I chuckled, turning back to the group.
"Woah, you pulled a double trick of Fowler?" Miko fist-pumped in the air. I nodded, hoping onto Optimus's waiting servo. Looking around the base, I tilt my head in confusion.
"Hey guys...y'all are using the old version of the computers huh? Might need to give y'all an upgrade." I said, shaking my head. This won't do.
Where the hell has the Pentagon's budget gone to?
"YES! FINALLY! THANK YOU FOR ACKNOWLEDGING THIS!" Ratchet hollered, laughing in agreement.
"Our base has much more bleeding edge techs. That being said, I think I might have some scrap techs I stole from MECHS? MECHO? M something, their organisation sucks but their techs are admittedly not bad." I said, picking out a scanner from my bag and handed it to Ratchet. The medic took a glance and nodded along.
"For a human technology, this is surely advanced- wait- HOW DID YOU ACQUIRE THIS!?" he snapped out of his thinking, pointing his finger at me. I shrugged, sitting peacefully on Optimus's hand.
"Like I said, I stole them."
"THAT DOES NOT EXPLAIN THE SITUATION!" he said exasperatedly.
"I had a run in with the Silas guy, I gave him the scar on his face." I replied, winking. The kids gave me a look of awe, impressed at my achievement.
"You gave that guy the scar on his eyebrows?!" Miko squealed, jumping up and down. I laughed, petting Optimus's fingers to lower me down. He complied and I hopped off, explaining to the eager child.
She's bubbly and lively, I like it.
"Yep! He said I fight like a girl...well I do, and he got that scar to remember! Though, I hadn't exactly came out unscathed either." I said, lifting my sleeve to show Miko a long scar across my arms down to the elbow. A collective of gasps was heard as they all stared at my battle wounds.
"It's a long story, but the guy still holds grudges with me. Now, how do you guys know of Silas?" I smirked, knowing I got them in their place.
Miko sounded as if she knew the guy with how she had mentioned his eyebrows, when I've only said his face. Besides, none of the team ever asked who was MECHS or Silas, implying that they knew the guy.
Arcee smirked, bending down and poked my hair slightly.
"Sharp mind; you're good." she commented and stood up straight, letting Optimus to do the explanation as she walks away.
"We've encountered him a few times. The man has intentions of taking hold on our technologies to rule your world; the same goal like of a Decepticon." He said, shaking his helm in despair. I patted his peds softly, hoping to give him some comfort.
"Don't worry, big guy. That's what I'm here for. Before I joined your team, I was the freelance agent in Pentagon, taking over absurd and highly classified mission. During those times, I had come across various bad guys and assassins. That being said, I was tasked to track down Silas at one point so I might have some clue on his whereabouts...if it helps?" I suggested, taking out my laptop from my bag. I hadn't packed much, knowing that I could later on bring more stuff to the base if needed. I only took my main gear which complies an advanced laptop, guns, knives and some notes.
"Woah, you're really into this, aren't ya?" Bulkhead said, chuckling.
"What can I say? I don't like sitting in a cubicle doing nine-to-five-work, so this is pretty much my dream job. High risk; high fun." I laughed. Opening up a file, I downloaded the materials into a pen drive and gave it to Ratchet. Jack came over, gawking at my laptop.
"Woah...isn't this those kind of laptops for hacking?" he said, bending down.
"Yep. Gotta have them for my set of skills, sweetheart. I'm a field agent, fighting bad guys, stealing information, lying and deceptions are my kind of thing." I replied, slamming the computer shut after I finished.
"If you were taken in by the Decepticons, you would make be in their high ranks for your skills." Arcee noted. I rolled my eyes, stretching lazily.
"Nope. (Y/N) is a lazy human who only do work when it's interesting. Mundane cases are given to my other colleague. Though in my defence, I have 98% success rate, so I kinda have some standard set, you know?" I giggled.
"You're an...assassin?" Optimus asked, eyes looking down at me.
"Uh- sort of. I'm flexible depending on the situation. If it calls for stealing information, then I'm a spy. If it needs someone to be...scratched off the list then yes, I'm an assassin." I sighed. "-though, I don't really like killing. They do weigh me down, but it's my job." I ran a finger through my hair.
Seeing how the mood had turn sour, Bumblebee beeped, trying to lighten the mood.
:- B-But at least you're cool!-: he said, scratching his neck. I laughed, breaking out from my train of thoughts.
"Thanks, Bee. Now, let's give the base a makeover, it's dreadful with the hand-me-down techs."
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After 2 weeks of getting used to the base, I filed my report for Agent Fowler to review. In another point of view, I'm pretty much his eyes for the team due to the fact that the big lugnut has lots of working pending.
I do feel bad for him sometimes.
That being said, I hope the feelings are returned and that somehow, he still remembered his best friend because this idiot- yes me, got herself captured by the Decepticons.
Absolutely delightful. Optimus would be SO pleased.
"Oh, how lovely. Undeniably wonderful. Fowler is so going to have my head. Oh shit, General Bryce- damn it. Just kill me, it's not worth the hassle." I muttered, rolling boredly on the ground. I was chained and my weapons were taken away, so the Vehicons threw me in a mini-sized cell.
Huh, they made accommodations for humans too. How thoughtful.
A slender, visored mech whom I've come to know as Soundwave walked in, glancing down at my figure with no emotion. I was lying sprawled out on the floor, stretching out the best I could to entertain myself.
Hey, I'm going to die anyways so let me have some fun.
"State-your- designation." Soundwave played various clippings of voices, forming a sentence. I waved my hands at him, sitting up.
"Hello." I smiled drunkenly, too damn tired for anything. Soundwave nodded, still waiting for my answer.
"You want my name? Sorry sweety, I'm taken love. Though, you're quite the cutie." I winked, making a love sign at the flustered mech. Soundwave beeped, tilting his head up in alarm before shaking it sideways. His slender digits waving in the air, denying my claims.
"Aw, you're so shy and cute~" I chuckled, coming a little closer to the bars.
"You want my name? OR is it Megsy?" I glanced flirtishly, batting my eyes lashes at him. Soundwave went silent before he found a proper audio clip to play back.
"Lord Megatron." That was the voice of Starscream, making me scowl at his high-pitched voice. Seriously, what a fragging fitting name of his. Before I could continue to toy with Soundwave, the king himself showed up. His silver finish glinted dangerously under the purple light, giving him an ominous vibe.
"Ah, to what do I owe the honour of meeting the grand majesty of the Decepticons?" I said, using one of Optimus's quotes. Megatron glanced down at me before showing off his shark-like teeth, casting an amused glance at me.
"Oh? It seems like you have just taken the word from my mouth, young fleshling." He chuckled.
"Oh, dear me! Have mercy my liege, I have no idea it is you who wishes to use those same words. Though, in all offense, Optimus coined that quote first." I mockingly bowed. Megatron barked out a laugh and slammed his servos onto my cell, shaking it under his force.
"Please! I taught him that phrase, young lady!" he retorted.
"Oooh~ A mech with appreciation for fine literature, we can get along VERY well." I said coyly, grasping onto the sleek metal bars.
"Then I suggest you to offer me your designation, little femme." he came closer, claws frighteningly close to my face but I held the same expression.
"The name's (Y/N), mister." I sighed, falling down onto the ground, legs dangling on the behind me. I propped my chin on my hands, looking up to the silver gladiator.
"So...you're Megatron, yes?" I asked innocently, fluttering my eye lashes at him for an effect. He gave me another grin and nodded, entertaining my play.
"Indeed I am. And pray tell, what's it like to be in our hold? Surely you must know us to be...dangerous and vile." He countered, preening at me. Our lovely conversation was cut off when Starscream budged in, panting heavily before realising he had just messed up.
Like always.
"Starscream! Can't you see that I'm BUSY!? What is it that you want?!" Megatron seethed, walking away from my cell to talk to the seeker. The Decepticon SIC cowered under his master's gaze, stuttering out his words.
"M-M-Master! T-The T-The A-Autobots are h-here!" he said before shielding his face like a coward that he is. Megatron clicked his glossa in frustration before turning back to look at me.
With a malicious smirk, Megatron spoke, making my blood run cold.
"Starscream, Soundwave. Prepare our guest for our grand meeting with the Autobots."
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"Man, I liked my cell better." I huffed, danglingly awkwardly with the chains attached on me to Soundwave's digits. I was like a puppet on string, hovering lifelessly and unable to move freely.
"BE QUIET!" Starscream screeched. I rolled my eyes and tried to swing a little. Again, I'm entertaining myself before I die, give me a damn break.
...also, I was testing to see how strong the cuffs are.
We made our way on top of the Nemesis. I spotted my team on the other side, glaring at the wretched Decepticons. Optimus saw my tiny figure hanging dangerously on Soundwave's digits and growled, transforming his servos into blades.
"Ah, ah, ah! Don't want us to accidentally drop (Y/N) now, do we?" Starscream threatened, his sharp claws threatening to cut off the only support of mine from falling off 20 feet to the ground. Optimus faltered, taking a step back.
"Return (Y/N) back to us, and we will retreat without attacking." He said. Megatron chuckled, clutching his chassis and spoke.
"Oh? And how may I take your word to be the truth?" he snapped back, ruby optics staring down at Optimus's blue ones.
"You know me long enough to be assured that I would never stoop to your level, Megatron."
"Oh? Even with your charge at risk, would you not falter and cave into deceptions, hmm?" Megatron purred, hands behind his back. Arcee charged up her blasters, yelling at the silver mech.
"LET HER GO!" she roared. Megatron was unfazed by the action and merely offered the small femme a flat look, silently mocking the warrior.
Rolling my eyes at the Decepticon leader's attempt to take control, I swung higher and higher before doing a loop and tugged down hard. It hurt my shoulders but I managed to snapped the metal chains due to Soundwave pulling it back like how I deduced, effectively letting me free fall to the ground.
The second part was split into two; A and B.
Plan A was that Soundwave deemed me a useful bargain to his cause and he catches me in time, saving me from my demise. Plan B was that the silent mech let me off and I'll have to break my left hand to break the fall. Not fatal, but it's going to put me in a weaken state.
Truthfully, I was hoping for A.
My plans played out perfectly as the Decepticon communication specialist swooped down to catch me. I got my air knocked off my lungs for a moment before I lunged back up, jumping onto his visor before climbing down onto his back.
I felt like a goddamn spider jumping around on a human's back, and I suddenly understood what's it like to have an arachnophobic human swatting away a spider from their back.
It. Was. WILD!
With a frontal flip, I tucked and rolled onto the ground just in time to get away from being stepped on. Using my rushing adrenaline within me, I took a sprint to my team. Obviously, I ran sideways and not head straight on, making me a harder target to shoot at. Megatron saw my tiny ass body running and roared, halting his speech in favour of taking me back. Arcee was way faster and transformed into her bike, letting me hopped on as she went maximum overdrive.
"Autobots, fall back!" Optimus said, running backward to our groundbridge. All of us made back in time, narrowly missing Megatron's cannon blasters. Unfortunately, the blast threw me and Arcee off balance and we went flying into the base. The two-wheeler landed down safely while I tumbled.
Take a quick guess what happened next. I FUCKING BROKE MY LEFT WRIST!
"Fragging...great..." I winced, getting up slowly. Jack and Agent Fowler supported me onto the medical berth, letting Ratchet to check up on us. With a sigh, I gave the team a weak smile.
"Hey, thanks for having my back guys." I said and teetered, adrenaline wearing off as a wave of exhaustion took over me. I leaned onto Fowler's shoulders, making the man sigh in defeat.
"I knew it's a bad idea to let you join us." He groaned, feeling immensely horrible. You were on a scouting with the team when the Cons ambushed you guys. Knockout stunned you and took you in, deciding that you would be used as leverage for their cause.
"I...am...still...not...d-dead..." I coughed out, glaring at him. Optimus came forward, optics dimmed with sadness at seeing you injured.
"Don't worry, I'm not that easy to be killed off." I said, already standing up.
"EP! EP! EP! I'm not done!" Ratchet chided, forcing me back down. I was about to point out that Arcee was injured too when she stood up just fine. She gave me a wink and spoke up.
"I'm much more durable than you, (Y/N). Metal, remember?" she smiled.
"Right." I sighed, staying down.
Glancing towards Agent Fowler, I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
"Well, at least I'm not dead." I gave him a thumbs up. He groaned loudly, walking off to make a call, probably to General Bryce. Turning back to look at me, he gave me a small pout.
"We were worried!" he yelled, waving his cell phone at me.
"Yes, yes. Thank you and I love you too, you big baby. Now go tell General Bryce that his darling niece is still well and alive or you're never going to hear the end of this, Bill." I smirked. He rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in defeat.
"I truly regretted on bringing you in!!"