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PROLOGUE
"Where is she?
"In the brig. Should we...
"Is she conscious?
"Yes, she simply shutdown from the lack of the energy. Should we start the interrogation?
"Yes... No. - Megatron smiled suddenly - I have other plans for her. Take her to my apartment.
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ILLUSIONS
It was beautiful, so calm and peaceful - tall, shinning buildings, railroads, statues..
"You didn't suspect that?” – the pink and purple femme turned to a harsh voice.
"No”. ... she snapped coldly and sat in front of her computer station. The Decepticon leader walked to the window.
"This is the future of Cybertron, when I will win this war.
"With enslaved beings crawling around your feet.” - Elita murmured - “you cannot create, you can only destroy. And you will never win this war.
"Hah. So how will you explain this” - the Decepticon gestured to the window – “is this an empty junkyard? Where are my slaves? Every civilization needs control”.
"Freedom is the right of all sentient beings” - Alita growled through the gritted teeth. Megatron laughed.
"Total freedom, my dear? For every one?”
"Yes, for every one. Where every being can realize his or her ambition, can live the way he wants, can create and built his own future.”
"Where also can kill, rob and destroy. That kind of freedom has a second name: anarchy. And it's horrible. This is the real world, in this universe there is no place for ideals...”
"And what can you know about it?”
"I saw it. I lived with it. I cannot understand, after all this you have been through, how can you be so naive.”
Elita tensed visibly, but didn't turn to him.
"I am not naive and I am not the Decepticon, this is only your twisted perspective. You are cruel, deceptive, power hunger tyrant and you think every one around are the same.”
Megatron sat on the couch and nodded.
"Very true, Alita. And you are a gentle, peace loving being? Just look at your self, you are not an young bot anymore, you are warrior, my the worst headache, beside Prime, I must admit. And did you ever see your philosophy proving itself in this universe? Did anybody help you? Give you anything for nothing? Are they delicate, caring, and trustworthy?”
"It was you, who forced us to act like that! – the femme jumped from her chair, fist clenched and shaking from barely restrained anger. – “You destroyed our world, our lives, and our peace! You poisoned our minds, you forced us to become like YOU!”
Megatron laughed wildly.
"Like me? You have no idea who I am!”
"Raving madman who must be stopped!”
This comment made him only laugh more
"And you are saying that you are fighting for freedom! Well, why don't you accept my point of view, in the name of your total freedom? Do I have no right to be free? Or its just freedom for those who thinks just like you?”
"Your point of view is tyranny Megatron. In the Golden Age we had freedom..”
"You are too young, but I remember this so called Golden Age. Golden dream created by Autobots for Autobots! Ingenious propaganda trick.”
Megatron stood up, suddenly really angry.
"You created your culture, your cities, your art, your puny, decadent civilization, your philosophy of peace, love and freedom. You know why? Because, we, Decepticons were doing all dirty work!” he almost shouted.
“We were raising your Crystal cities, we defended your peace, we produced your energon, we died on war fields, in gladiatorial pits, in mines and weapons factories! Badly paid, controlled by drugs barbaric drones!”
Alita slowly sat down, shocked by his outburst and words. She didn't believe him but-
Megatron walked to the window obviously lost in his memories and thoughts.
"You don't have much energy to create when you have to worry about the simplest things. Where will you find energon, where will you recharge, how will you survive till sunrise- when you must work till all your fuel will burn out- And what do you have after this? Disgust and laugh! Uncivilized, lower form of life!”
His voice was calm now, only more hoarse than usual. “Have you ever heard about Kaon, that the lowest ring of hells?”
"You are from Kaon, and you are proving that old proverb”.
"I am from Kaon ... Megatron raised his head proudly ... I survived and raised from ashes”.
He looked at her.
"Have you ever been hungry?”
"Of course!”
"So hungry that you wanted to cut your fuel lines open, only to feel the taste of the energon for the last time before you die?”
Alita grimaced with disgust, but Megatron didn't see that, looking at cityscape before him.
"I saw Autobots and Decepticons on those streets. ... he said quietly - I saw them ripping out fuel tanks and fighting for spare parts over still functioning body. No one, ever share his or her energon, no one helped anyone. There was no good or evil only survival. Laws are mortal tools of mortal beings. Just as easily as they are mad, they can be broken. You do what you must. Laws are meaningless when it comes to survival.”
"No.” ... Alita whispered. She didn't want to hear this. Its not truth. That is impossible. Megatron rubbed his face.
"I will do anything to give my peoples enough space and energon to live with respect they deserved. I won't be watching helplessly when they are forced to degrade themselves just to survive. Even if I will have to destroy half of the universe to achieve it. This is my meaning of freedom”.
"You are deceiving your self, and I don't believe you! ... Alita shouted suddenly - You always were great with words but your actions betrays your-
"My what! I want loyalty, I will not interfere in my warriors personal life until they are useful for my empire.
"That's right. Your empire.
Megatron snarled and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by radio transmission.
"Megatron your presence is requested in Control Tower.
"Affirmative Shockwave. We will talk later, Alita.
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She was bored. Bored. Boored! Megatron's apartment was big and quite luxury but there was nothing to preoccupied her time and Alita wasn't used to sit helplessly, doing nothing. Fortunately she had access (highly restricted) to planetary web and information channels. Very soon she had found all information she needed: Darkmount's plans and Polyhex maps. And she lost all hope. Without weapons and back up from outside she had no chance to escape. Beside when, for the second time, she fried up whole computer system in Megatron's office, trying to break to his personal files, Soundwave said that he will restrict her access to only off planet television- And she believed him.
Megatron honored her with his presence twelve cycles ago. Alita knew, from the news, that he attacked Autobot's base on the Cybertron's Moon-1, and now she hoped with all her spark that he is lying in the repair bay receiving the most painful repairs in his life.
She didn't believe in his words, but they sank deep in to her soul and she desperately tried to find real information about pre-war Cybertron in the main archives. If- No this couldn't be as bad as he said. That is impossible. I remember Golden Age, I was happy, all my friends were happy- If he is right everything I believed is a lie. No.
Alita sighed and looked at his computer. Slag, why not to try again? Maybe this time I will succeed, and the hell with Sounders threats.
Access denied.
Access denied.
Access-
Alita cursed viciously and typed new commands. She almost jumped form her chassis when suddenly doors hissed and she saw familiar figure. Megatron scowled.
"Well, well, my little saboteur, are you trying to break MY code?
Alita jumped from his chair, shocked by his presence and even more by the fact that he didn't shoot her on spot.
"What did you expected? That I will be looking for trendy armor and jewels? ... she snapped with as much bravery as she could muster in this moment.
"Not in one moment. - Megatron, still scowling, pushed her back and sat before his computer.
"You may call me impressed ... the Decepticon said after several minutes ... you managed to break through two levels of Soundwave's security system ... he leaned back in his chair. ... Now I can understand how you managed to survive for so long.
"Don't try your charm on me, its not working.
Megatron laughed.
"Charm? My dear, you are flattering yourself. You are really not my type. ... he stood up and looked at chrono ... I don't have time right now. Watch TV tonight, we have the ceremony of accolade for new warriors, this might interest you.
Alita scowled.
"Your obscene party? I highly doubt.
"You might be surprised.
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The ceremony- She never saw it before, most of the Autobots didn't either, and there were very strange rumors about it... He was right, she couldn't suppress her curiosity.
In the Grand Hall of the Darkmount great crowd of the Decepticons waited in total silence. Room was almost dark, only light source were two gigantic fires on the both sides of emperor's throne. Alita gasped when camera zoomed to the throne: on one armrest was lying cracked head of Sentinel Prime. The second armrest was empty obviously waiting for other head. Optimus ... femme thought, feeling cold shiver inside. In front of the throne kneeled ten Decepticons: six mechs and four femmes.
With the sound of gong all Decepticons stood at attention, with thundering movement touching their chests with fists.
"ALL HAIL MEGATRON!
Roar almost shook the fortress. Megatron walked to the platform and raised his hand in salute.
"All hail Empire!
He was fully armored and had long, ornamental scimitar on his backs. Alita shut of the voice, she didn't want to listen to his speeches.
She had to admit that this ritual was different from her imagination, far from it in fact, there was something mystical in this ceremony, something primitive, barbaric but also deeply stirring. The atmosphere, oaths, fire and sword-
Six of them gained Decepticons insignia, four were promoted to higher rank. With surprise and jealousy, Alita saw lieutenant's insignia on one of the femmes shoulder. They are a part of regular army- They are promoted- now she saw the femmes in the crowd. A lot of femmes: seekers, tanks, doctors, information officers, mechanics, shuttles. All had some rank- They are a part of the regular forces. Impossible-
Later the ceremony turned to one of the infamous Decepticons parties. Loud music, flashing lights, a lot of energon. Heavy energon. But it still was much less disgusting than she imagined. They were rough, aggressive, loud and insane, just like in the fight.
It was good past midnight and she was ready to recharge when she heard first tones of pasogo. It was considered very naughty dance between Autobots, and she never saw it, but now she couldn't suppress curiosity. The music was rough but strangely appealing. Decepticons formed large circle. In the middle stood Megatron and several femmes, mostly seekers. Music started again with slow, quivering tones and they moved. Megatron and one femme circled each other, their steps were sharp, pointing the music, their optics flared with unspoken challenge. With sudden burst of music Deception's leader pulled Seeker close, then spins her and turned to second femme. As the music grew faster the dance was more and more aggressive and passionate at the same moment. Alita looked perplexed. She didn't expect that-that was really dirty dance, but at the same moment very exciting. There was some predatory grace in the way they moved, fight and desire-It was obvious that Megatron lead this dance, but no femme let him dominate her from the first second. At first there were strained arms, fast steps, fierce glare, before they just melted into his arms, only to be left for another femme.
Just like in real life ... Alita thought ... he seduces them, uses them and then lefts alone for another amusement. Prime would never agree to dance this ... she thought when Megatron buried his face in one of the femmes neck, while his hand moved down her thigh ... he would say it is pervert and disgusting- He likes soft dances, when he can hold me close-
Passive, submissive.
Alita smiled faintly when gun-model femme almost violently forced Megatron back, taking the lead. Grin on silver mech's face could ashamed demon, but he let her on this moment of supremacy, only to reclaim it seconds later. In this particular figure femme clutched to his chest, then slowly slid to his knees. Megatron turned back and roughly grabbed outstretched hand of other.
Yes, it was a dance of dominance, power and charisma. And Megatron really felt this music, it was everything he was: rough, cruel, unforgiving. Angrily Alita turned of the monitor and walked to her room.
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Later, much later she was woken up by femmine laugh and raised voices. Carefully peering through her doors she saw Megatron and two Seeker femmes. Silver mech hugged them to his sides, then kissed one and said something. Both femmes giggled and snuggled closer to him. Alita shook her head closing the doors. She heard their steps and turned to the wall, covering herself with blanket. She didn't want to hear this. She didn't want to think about this. Soon she heard scream followed by femmine laugh and pressed head to the pillow. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! Slowly she slipped into unsteady recharge.
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Alita woke up with headache, hearing raised voices again. Silently she put on her armor and peered through the doors, in the middle of Megatron's office stood two seeker femmes. They saluted officially then walked out. Alita carefully opened the doors a little further and felt her jaw drop. Megatron sank into his chair, slowly sipping expensive high grade, he looked very relaxed and slightly tired.
"Stop sneaking behind the doors, and come in ... he said calmly. Alita tensed and, after few seconds walked in.
"Good morning.
Megatron bowed his head politely and pulled out second glass.
"Do you want some?
"No, thank you. ... Alita sat in front of her computer station and logged in. Decepticon shrugged and finished his glass. Femme observed his reflection in the window, and felt heat rising to her face when she saw fresh bite mark, just under his jaw line, then Megatron stood up and stretched. He had several scratches across his backs, some still healing, and the way he moved... Bastard ... she thought ... he has no shame. Megatron walked to his bedroom, and when he returned, Alita felt almost offended.
"Are you going sit here, like this, for all day?
"This is my home! ... Megatron snapped, then laid down on the couch ... Did you find some information about Golden Age? ... he asked after several minutes.
"Only your propaganda. ... Alita murmured with annoyance. Oh, no. He is in talkative mood again. Megatron chuckled.
"Propaganda. So, when you Autobots create lies everything is nice and dandy?
"We are not lying, and you know it very well.
"Please, enlighten me. If Golden Age was so perfect, so paradise like, why my rebellion was expanding so fast? Why and where did I find all those desperados? At first I promised them nothing, only energon and some respect.
"There cannot be light without the shadows, you are the best prove that every society has dark side: sociopaths and madmen.
Megatron chuckled again.
"So I am sociopath now? I never observed lack of feelings in myself. I was rather accused of very visible temper-
Alita didn't say anything. She found very interesting page: Decepticons Air Forces... Megatron stretched luxury.
"Not so sophisticated now? World is very dark place, my dear. Are you ready to destroy universe in the name of your little utopia?
"We don't destroy, Megatron.
"But you will be forced to. There are many beings who think just like me, maybe their ambitions are even more destructive and cruel than mine.
"So you admit it?
"I'm using your own words, Alita-1.
"You cannot create, Megatron ... femme murmured absently, strolling down the list of names, more surprised with every second. She didn't hear him moving and was shocked when he grabbed her arm and growled.
"My air forces!
"That's an open net! ... Alita winced from his uncomfortable proximity, he stood to close, she could feel his heat and faint smell of something fresh and hot. Megatron rubbed his chin, thoughtfully looking at the screen.
"What are you looking for, hmm? Femmes in my army? ... he leaned forward, giving her perfect view of his scratched armour
“Here.”
Alita looked at him with suspicion, but he walked to his desk and logged in to his own computer. When she finally looked at the monitor she felt her jaw drop again. As she well knew there was one femme for over two hundreds mechs, but in Decepticons commands structures- it was almost twenty percent! Not only simple soldiers, doctors or mechanics but on the higher commands positions too!
"The wing commander? ... she whispered.
"Yes, in Valacasta, she is one of Starscream's seconds in command. ... Megatron said matter of factly.
"But I thought-
"Those Decepticon femmes are just pleasure drones? ... the silver mech mocked, raising one superoptic ... I see no reason to block them if they are capable warriors, we have the war and empire needs every good soldier.
Alita strolled down the list, angrier with every passing second. It was obvious for her, that in Decepticons army femmes had much more respect as soldiers than among Autobots. Even if they threatened them like whores... Or maybe not? Damn, after all those years, she and her femmes weren't even the part of regular army!
To dangerous for you, my dear-
As if guerilla was a picnic!
"Intelligence chief?
"All promotions were well earned.
"Oh, yes! In your bed! ... she snapped angrily and found herself hanging in his titanium grip.
"NO ONE, not even single one was promoted through my bed! ... Megatron hissed through gritted teeth ... you disgrace them as well as yourself!
"And I should believe you after that last night show! ... Alita shouted before she could stop herself. She didn't saw him move. Suddenly she was lying on the couch with his face millimeters above herself.
"And who are YOU? Who would you be without your lover? ... Decepticon hissed ... Do you think, that they would let you do anything, besides helpless sitting in the home?
"YES!
"I HIGHLY doubt it. When the war will be over, who will you become Alita-1? Heroine of the Cybertron? Spark and soul of the rebellion? Brilliant commander, the worst pain in Decepticon's diodes? No, my dear, if your brave Autobots MECHS will win THEIR war, you will be remembered as great Optimus Prime's MATE, his darling lover, pretty adoration of his arm. Brainless, little femme.
Megatron stood up and glared at her with still flaring optics. Alita lay motionless as if paralyzed by his words. That were her the worst nightmares, dark, desperate thoughts she tried to bury deep within herself.
"No. ... she whispered almost inaudibly. Megatron snarled.
"Did they ever appreciate your abilities?
"No, we are fighting for freedom- for every being-
"Do you feel free Alita-1? You are fighting for freedom, and there will be no other freedom for you. This will be your future: behind your mech, in his home. Faithful, little slave.
Decepticon bended over her, his face was twisted with mocking grin, Alita with one swift movement kicked him in the abdomen and slammed fist into his face, Megatron stumbled back with surprised expression.
"NO! No, NO, NOO! ... Alita shrieked, pointing each word with powerful blow. Megatron recovered from his surprise, he didn't expect so violent reaction form Autobot femme, and hit her. Alita flew across the room and slid to the floor, where she lay stunned and stargaze. He hit me with fist ... her mind was dizzy from fury and shock ... he didn't slap me, he hit me like would hit the mech-
"Don't try to do this ever again. ... his voice was deadly calm. Alita raised hand to her cheek, she could feel big dent and energon under her fingers.
"Liar, slaggin liar ... femme growled raising to her feet. Megatron laughed and walked to his desk.
"Soundwave ... he said to intercom ... come here with med kit.
"I don't need your help! ... Alita shouted.
"I don't care what you need!
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Soundwave looked briefly at Megatron then turned to Alita.
"My lady, let me see your face.
Alita growled something under her breath. Megatron scowled.
"Let him, or I will do this.
"Try me- - Alita murmured, but when his optics started too glow, she sat on the couch and let Soundwave do his job. This was quite serious damage, Megatron didn't restrain himself when he hit her, but judging for scratches on his face she didn't either. Soundwave was sure that his leader wasn't trying to force her, but had pretty good idea what caused so spectacular reaction. Good. Our plan is working.
"Soundwave, we need to talk.
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"Everything is going as we have foreseen ... Megatron smiled broadly, while he and Soundwave were walking down the corridors of Darkmount ... her position in Autobot's ranks is her weak spot, just like you suspected.
"She is a warrior in her soul. ... Blue mech nodded. ... And her faith keeps that rebellion's fire strong.
"That is right. Without her support this rebellion will die, even without our help. Prime does not understand this situation as well as she, after so long time of his absence, she become the true leader for Autobots, here on Cybertron.
"You hit her, Megatron.
"I know, I must control myself, if she dies, she will become a martyr, legend for those idealistic fools. Self sacrifice. Hah! Such a heroic nonsense- - Megatron scowled a little at that thought.
That was his plan: destroy her faith, make her doubt. Even if she becomes only neutral, this will be a great victory for the Decepticon's cause. Of course it would be much easier to just kill her, but as he said she would become a legend- she was the one who kept Autobots resistance through all those years, she, not Alpha Trion, was the one who lead her troops into almost hopeless battles. She suffered, starved and fought along with them, she was the one who raised their spirits in the darkest hour. For them Optimus Prime was just a great part of the history, bright memory of what they have been once. Alita-1 was alive, she shared all their pains and sins and without her-
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Alita lay motionless on the couch with petrified expression on her face. His words- he hit pretty tender spot. It was something different to think about it, feel it somewhere deep inside, but hearing this-And she couldn't find arguments against his words. That was so painfully true- So true-
She remembered every situation when she had to prove herself for the thousand times, fight against his "protectiveness", their-
You must stay, my love, it is too dangerous!
Damn it, Prime!
That was simple mission, I faced much greater danger in my life, I could handle it! I fought alone for eons! Much less competent mechs are promoted to command positions and I am moved back! I AM NOT A MINDLESS DRONE! I DON'T NEED YOUR PROTECTION!
She wasn't sure how long she has been alone, but she was so lost in her inward battle that she didn't react when doors hissed and somebody walked in.
"Who, in the pit, are you!
Alita jumped to her feet hearing surprised femine voice followed by menacing whine of charging weapons. Tall seeker femme stood there glaring at her.
"What are you doing in the Emperors quarters?
"I'm living here. ... Alita answered. She was much smaller than Decepticon femme and unarmed. Seekers face softened.
"You are living here? ... she repeated with hint of jealousy ... you are lucky.
"Lucky? ... Alita laughed humorlessly ... I am a prisoner here!
Decepticon sat on the couch, and looked at her intently. Her optics widened with recognition.
"You are that famous Autobots Commander! Alita-1! You are legend among us! ... there was true admiration in her voice and Alita scowled a little.
"I am your enemy, Seeker.
"W appreciate true warrior even in enemy ... femme raised and offered her hand ... I am sergeant Hurricane from Tran.
Alita shook outstretched hand.
"Alita-1.
Hurricane raised superoptic.
"And?
Pink femme felt heat raising to her face and another rush of anger.
"And nothing, I don't have an official rank.
"What? ... Decepticon laughed a little ... you must be joking.
Alita scowled, trying to suppress growing anger and shame. Seeker gasped.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't ...
"Forgive me, but I must interrupt. ... harsh voice said and Hurricane jumped.
"Commander, forgive me-
"Alita leave us. ... Megatron snapped walking to his desk. Autobot mumbled something under her breath and walked out.
"And Alita? Don't try to sneak behind the doors again ... Megatron called after her. Femme growled something highly degrading for him and slammed her doors shut.
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Behind closed doors all her fire died. Alita unsteadily walked to her bed and buried face in the pillow. After few second her body shook with first, soundless sob.
I have no future-
I am nothing-
I didn't gain anything, all this suffering was for nothing-
Megatron's words hurt her deeper than the most powerful blast from his fusion cannon could.
Faithful, little slave-
Faithful, little slave.
Damn you Prime!
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She felt something brushing her arm and smiled. In complete darkness she reached to touch. Second brush was more firm, lips slid up her arm and she felt him kissing her neck. Alita turned and reached again but felt him wince, big palm closed around her wrist and placed it firmly on the bed. Fingers moved across her lips and then slid down her body pushing of blanket, then moved up her thigh, Alita sighed.
"Prime-
Bed sagged when he moved, looming over her, and she felt his hips sliding between her knees. Kisses. More powerful, more passionate than she remembered, almost wild caress- confident hands touching everywhere, inflaming her desire and passion. Alita arched, pressing to him.
"Optimus-
He didn't respond but she felt him touching her, red fires burned in the darkness above her.
"I will give you freedom ... harsh voice said and she felt him sliding inside her.
"NO! ... Alita sat up on her bed, shaking from disgust and shock. It can't be! I didn't! She still felt those kisses burning on her skin, she still felt him inside her. Primus no, that was-
Doors burst open and here he was in all his glory, optics flaring with crimson fire, just like in her dream.
"What the hell are you doing! I'm trying to recharge here! ... Megatron shouted angrily. Alita covered herself to face, looking at him with wide open optics.
"Nnnothing ... she chocked ... bad dream-
Decepticon growled something about "stupid Autobots", shot her death glare and slammed doors shut.
Alita sat motionless, stunned by her dream and his appearance. That dream, and he, standing there almost naked- for mad second she wished that he wouldn't wear that stupid blanket.
Oh, Primus, this can't be- That is Megatron, my enemy..
I love Optimus, I am faith-
Faithful, little slave.
No! God, he is messing with my mind-
She felt heat raising to her cheeks, I will be not able to face him after this! She felt dirty and excited at the same time. What is wrong with me? I never felt attracted to anyone, beside Prime! And for sure I am not to Megatron!
I need to escape. I must escape.
Autobots will not help me, I disappeared before for longer than this- And Prime will not let his "private" worries interfere with his job. He doesn't consider me soldier-
I NEED TO ESCAPE!
Alita wasn't hot headed young bot anymore, she knew her limitations and even now she knew that escape from Darkmount, through Polyhex a Decepticons territory, without weapons and back up was impossible..
I can only die trying. Or rather be captured and closed here again. He doesn't want to kill me.
If I were in brig-
Why don't they interrogate me! Why I am closed in this golden cage! Why!
She couldn't recharge. That horrible dream, her hopeless position and doubts.
Alita stared at the ceiling, she tried to find strength in the memories but it only added her pain. All those little situations, she managed to ignore since now.
My little girl, my beloved femme-
You are so tender and delicate...
I will protect you...
You must stay Alita, it's too dangerous for you!
Did he ever love me? Me not his imagination? Did he ever thought about my needs? Does he respect me?
My love, my sweet little girl-
I AM SOLDIER! I DON'T WANT YOUR LOVE, I WANT YOUR RESPECT!
Alita sat up and clenched her temples.
"Stop it ... she whispered ... I can't think like that. I love him. I love him. I should love him - she choked on her words.
I SHOULD love him. But DO I love him?
I PROMISED THEM ONLY RSPECT. ... Megatron's words were like poison. Like acid.
In this moment she understood why she was here, why he was talking to her so patiently.
I am losing my faith.
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Ariel couldn't imagine life without mech, for her it was obvious like sunrise, so when she met that young dock worker, she thought she was the luckiest femme in the universe. Orion was so handsome, so strong, so nice- she felt safe in his presence. She accepted his jealousy, over protectiveness and his will, because expected it from her mech. And she was happy.
And then they died.
New body, new personality, new world, the war.
Alita found very soon that she liked fight, that she could think straight in the most stressful situations, that she could see through enemy's strategy and tactic. She found abilities to be leader in herself. Optimus didn't accept that change easily. When he become the leader of the Autobots with this entire burden which laid on his shoulders Alita accepted her faith. Everything in her life was for him and about him and for some time she was proud of it.
She was expected to be his support, always one step behind him, in his shadow. Waiting, loving, carrying. She accepted her destiny.
She had to be perfect mate, ideal femme. Strong but fragile, brave but dependent, fighting by his side but always looking for his protection and help- so she did it.
Then he left.
She despaired and cried as it was expected, she kept the faith in his return strong-
And then Autobots started to loose battle after battle, she saw her friends dying in her arms, complete destruction of their cities, Decepticons triumph. On one meeting with Alpha Trion and Autobots commanders she suggested that they should stop open fight and organized guerrilla teams. After many words about honor, Autobots cause and femmes cowardice they agreed with her.
Time passed, Alita started to organize her own, femmes team. At first there were many snickers, vicious jokes, comments and sneers but soon she proved that her femmes are capable warriors.
After long, long time she finally heard those dream words "My leader". They considered her not only Femmes Commander but leader of all guerillas on Cybertron. Officially Alpha Trion was the one in charge, but in fact Her words, Her fire, Her, faith and example kept them alive for half of the megavorn(). Unofficially she becomes the true leader, the mind and spirit of the rebellion.
And then he returned.
For him nothing changed: he spent last half of megavorn of line, then for some time had fought with Decepticons on the third planet of Solar system. Twenty Autobots against sixteen Decepticons that was a child's playing in Alita consideration. But he came and reclaimed his position as Autobots Leader. And she was pushed back. Of course they did it very politely and with charm, but that was reality. She was expected to be again his femme, his beloved, little girl. He didn't it because he despises her or didn't respect her, he just carried about her-
Alita forced herself to accept it again because she still loved him and deeply believed that he will adapt to this new reality, where mechs and femmes fought and died side by side. But no. Optimus very patiently explained her that he cannot risk their precious life, that he will protect her and her femmes.
But she wasn't that scared girl anymore.
Optimus was so good for her, he loved her, respected but as femme and nothing else. He was under extreme pressing so when he suggested that he doesn't appreciate her "suicidal tendencies" as he put it, she agreed with him, only to save him more pain.
Decepticons forces. Megatron of course wasn't happy when he found femmes in his army, but when he saw their abilities he accepted this state without further consideration. Reason was obvious: more cannon fodder. Decepticons Leader deeply believed in one rule: survival. If someone was strong enough to survive, he or in that matter, she, could be good soldier and every good solider was worthy to be a part of his empire.
Optimus carried about his troops almost too much to be reasonable. If you are weaker, you must stay behind in safe place. No risk. No unnecessary deaths.
Almost immediately all femmes were removed from frontline positions and moved to backs. They should wait. They should be protected. Alita had to admit, that many of her femmes liked that state, they weren't programmed to be warriors, and felt better in someone's protecting arms. But there were also a lot of them, who, like herself, didn't like the idea of helpless waiting at home
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God damn it, why? Why can't you understand Prime?
I don't want to play this role anymore.
I have no future with you.
I can't live your life anymore.
I can't.
I can't be a Decepticon too. Never.
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For Alita cycles passed in total boredom and desperate struggling with her own mind. Megatron, for sure, was planning something really big because he didn't show for long cycles and then worked like madman digging through piles of reports and conferring with various soldiers. Alita felt painful twitch inside every time when she saw femme entering his office. Sergeants, lieutenants, colonels, generals. Femmes. Valacasta Air Commander: petite, by Decepticons standards, bright yellow and blue femme. They really were the part of army. Of course she knew it before but never suspected that Megatron would see something else in them than source of his pervert pleasures or simple cannon fodder. It was common knowledge among Autobots. Especially between femmes. But reality - he praised and yelled at his soldiers equally, without gender differences. And he didn't try to seduce or force any of them, in fact the two seeker femmes she saw with him after that ceremony were first and only during last forty cycles. She also saw that he literally kicked out from his office femme who tried to be seductive during the official meeting.
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Forty cycles- Already fifty cycles since her capture, it was an eternity. For the major time she was alone, closed in her golden cage, alone with all her memories, thoughts and his poison burning in her soul.
Decepticons didn't torture her, didn't try to interrogate her or get any information, Megatron was almost completely different than she expected, but she still felt violated. Something in her snapped, and the most painful was knowledge that it was her own doing. Her own doubts, deeply buried ambitions and suspicions, Megatron only vocalized her own, the darkest fears. And she couldn't win this battle.
I am warrior, I don't need protection. Those words were like feedback in her memory circuits.
Prime, why? Why you couldn't accept who I become? I want to fight at your side, I don't want to be closed in your home. Even if you carry about me, even if you love me. There is only thing I am afraid right now: the cage. The cage of your love, the life behind you, until I will accept my fate and stop to fight.
She wandered through large but empty rooms. At first, after life in temporarily basses, she thought that this apartment was very luxurious but now she was ascertain that everything was cheap and functional, he didn't even has an "oil tube" ... one of the things she considered as necessity for such arrogant tyrant. In his cleaning room was simple shower unit, no expensive oils, no "pervert" toys- The only real luxury was highgrade he kept in his desk.
His bedroom: narrow, rather hard bed, blanket and small pillow, on the wall opposite to the recharge bed, a large picture of the starry sky. She was drawn to this picture, there was something mystical in those stars and she spent long hours looking at it, feeling some calm slipping into her tortured soul. According to her memory banks it was the part of sky above Cybertron's equator almost two megacycles ago. Megatron was so old? She didn't knew anyone older than one megacycle...
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"Alita? ... monotone voice drag her from thoughtfulness.
"Yes, Soundwave?
"I thought you would like to see this. ... blue mech put down small disk on the desk and left.
Alita didn't move for some time, but the curiosity was stronger. She nested disk to the station and felt her jaw drop. That was spy video made probably by Laserbeak and it shown - funeral. Her funeral. Camera zoomed on Prime's face. His words. He didn't wear mask and she could see that he really was saying-
-was wonderful femme, dream companion for every mech. She supported our soldiers with brave words, she fought as hard as she could to kept them strong- Alita-1, the daughter of Alpha Trion, was my beloved and-
Alita started to see everything red. Something happened to her, she had no recollections of her own actions.
Next thing she remembered was someone's calm voice and smell of the smoke. Through red static filling her vision she saw something blue.
"I AM WARRIOR ! ... Alita shrieked with voice she didn't recognize ... I AM SOLDIER, PRIME! SLAG YOU!
White flash. Blackness.
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Alita woke up in her bedroom with horrible headache. What happened?
Funeral.
His words.
Her face twisted with pain and renewed fury.
So it's true! How dared you, Optimus! How dared you!
Megatron's words were painful, but Prime's literally shattered her world.
My beloved-
DAMN IT!
Every mech's dream.
SLAGIT!
Brave words...
ARGGH!
Femme jumped to her foots and kicked the doors open. And stopped stunned by view that met her eyes. Megatron's office looked as if something exploded inside. Soundwave and two very pissed of Constructicons were working frantically repairing computers and welding large gashes on the walls. Even window was cracked in several places.
"Oh, look who honored us with her presence ... one Constructicon mocked.
"What- what happened here? ... Alita chocked.
"You happened, you crazy bitch. ... second Constructicon mumbled through gritted teethes.
"Scraper behave ... Soundwave was linked up to Megatron's personal computer and his voice was even more electronic than usual ... Alita-1 outranks you, and she is our guest.
"So that is how Autobots say thank you for hospitality? We should weld that loony Autobot to the wall, Megatron would appreciate it, I'm sure.
Alita stepped back to her room and heavily sat on the bed. She felt dizzy and angry at once.
How could he do that to me-
Why?
Am I really remembered as Prime's femme and nothing more?
Why funeral? What made the believe that I am dead?
Megatron. That cold, twisted motherfucker! He wanted to show me this. I was meant to hear this.
Damn it.
He succeeds.
I cannot be Autobot anymore, not after this.
I. Can. Not.
Even if he will release me- I will not force myself to- I am unfair, I know, I will hurt Optimus but I just cannot do it!
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Later that night Soundwave found her sitting motionless on Megatron's bed, with her spark chamber open and sharp piece of glass in her hand. She was looking blankly on the picture.
He closed her stomach area and took away the glass from her hands. She didn't react.
They sat in silence for long, long time.
"I want to repaint my armor. ... Alita said in conversational tone.
"What color? - he asked.
"Black and grey.
Silence.
"He was a guardian in the factory. ... Soundwave said suddenly.
"What? ... Alita looked at him with surprise.
"This picture. He was a guardian in kaon. His line was highly advanced and overseers controlled them by powerful drug. When Megatron understood this, they left him to die from withdrawal. And through pain and hallucinations he could see those stars.
"So this picture means freedom ... Alita stood up and touched cold surface.
"And survival.
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I made my decision.
That thought send cold shiver through her body. Alita stood up and looked her armor. Helmet, chest plate, gauntlets, codpiece and shoes were dull black, upper arms and legs were gray. Femme sighed and pulled it on then walked to Megatron's office. Walls were freshly painted, there was no carpet on the floor and no couch. For a second she felt a little guilty and ashamed by her outburst but- Ah, slag, so what.
From the reflection in new window looked at her unfamiliar femme. Only her face, neck and piece of belly were still light pink. There was something alien in her, not only paint job. She felt different.
New body. New life.
I did it ... femme thought ... I made first step.
Alita sat in front of her computer station, she wanted to find some information about her "funeral" and Decepticons activity. Soundwave didn't block it? No, he didn't. Great.
News. Ah, yes, Megatron really attacked Moon-1, three basses were destroyed, several dozens of Autobots were killed or captured-
Alita observed herself with horrified fascination. I feel no anger, no concern-
I DON'T CARE.
Here he was: he stood in the middle of ecstatic crowd, screaming something and waving his fusion cannon. He was slightly signed in several places and Starscream, who stood behind him, had a large hole in his left wing. Obviously they have just returned from battle. Victorious battle. Alita changed channel, she was sure that she will have first hand relation if she want it or not.
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Several hours later, in total boredom, she found page with pictures from the last ceremony. Pasogo
Slag, why not? I want to try it, no one will ever know. Alita downloaded steps to her memory banks and turned on the music.
That would be much better with real partner ... Alita thought, feeling rush of excitement coming from doing so prohibited thing. She closed her optics, totally lost in rough music, it suit her mood perfectly. Anger, fight, betrayal-
"Very good.
Alita almost stumbled over her own feet when she heard familiar voice.
"Megatron, what are you doing-I thought- - she felt heat raising to her face. Megatron smiled surprisingly kind and stepped to his office. Alita turned music of.
"You look great in this paint job. It suits you better.
"I told you once, don't try your-
"Charm on me ... Megatron finished with smile ... it is truth not a charm.
Alita snarled something under her breath. Decepticon looked around.
"Hah, and I didn't believe them-- he murmured looking at new desk, computers and fresh paint ... you dint restrain your self, hmm?
Alita sneered.
"I had a reason.
Megatron laughed.
"I knew that you will like that little show.
"How did-ah, I don't care.- Alita growled under her breath again, her optics flashed once, but she calmed herself.
"I should thank you, I really hated that couch. ... Megatron said after few seconds.
"Forgive me, I would not touch it if I knew.
They were silent for some time. Megatron checked his computer, uploading some information from his own memory banks and Alita surfed through music files. She was still angry and hurt but also much calmer than in previous days. Something has ended. She saw no reason to continue her fight against his words, actions and her own mind. There is nothing I can loose right now. He cannot hurt me anymore.
"I knew better version of pasogo, than the one you listened to ... Megatron said suddenly.
Alita opened her mouth to snap something malicious but changed her mind.
"Show me.
Megatron looked up slightly surprised, then walked to her console and typed some commands.
"This is quite interactive dance ... he said with challenging smile.
Alita sneered maliciously and stood motionless.
Megatron pressed the button. First, quivering tone and Alita spin and put hands on her hips. With sharp outburst of music they moved.
"At first there is fight. ... Megatron said.
"Control ... Alita answered as they circled each other.
"Dominance. ... They slowly draw closer.
"Power.
They stopped for a moment, still not touching. With rough burst of music Megatron grabbed her arm and she spun from him and then moved forward, her hand raised as if she wanted to slap him. Megatron grabbed her wrist and pressed her to his body.
"Passion ... Megatron buried his face in her neck, Alita pushed him back and they circled each other again.
"Suspicion.
Fast steps, vicious smile, optics flaring with unspoken challenge. They moved closer with every step again, strained arms fighting for control.
"Betrayal. ... Megatron whispered when their faces almost brushed. Music still grew faster, almost aggressive now. Faster.
"Anger. ...Alita forced him back, reclaiming lead for this moment.
"Jealousy ... music slowed a little and Megatron moved his hand down her thigh and pressed it to his hip, then slowly bent her back.
"Dependence.
"Desperation ... Alita whispered back. Megatron's lips brushed her throat.
"Madness.
Alita spun from him and stood motionless, Decepticon moved circling her.
"Revenge. ... Alita growled and throw her hands around his neck
"Love. ... Megatron smiled.
"Hate- ... femme sighed when silver mech spun her and she moved back into his arms.
"Regret.
Music ended and she still stood in his arms.
"Pain. ... she whispered. Alita made no movement to step from his embrace. This dance, music, words- this is exactly how I am feeling right now.
His arms rested neutrally on her waist and she feel his cheek on the top of her helmet. She didn't felt safe in his arms, she didn't want to do anything- further at this moment, she just didn't wanted to face real world right now. It was so surreal, so forbidden-
I am still dancing.
I do what I want to do.
Alita turned in his arms and looked at him, Megatron smiled, he looked very relaxed and calm.
"That was very good, especially for the first time ... he said with only light touch of irony.
"I am talented. ... Alita looked up. Damn - she thought with sudden outburst of anger ... and why not? I can loose nothing.
Megatron's fingers brushed her cheek
"Yes, you are. ... he bent down and kissed her.
Slag with it.
Alita pressed closer to him deepening the caress. I don't want to think right now. My revenge-
Megatron moved back and looked at her as if studying her reaction, then he kissed her again.
Alita sighed. That was so different. For the first time in her life she was kissing mech other than Prime- It was so new, so forbidden. His smell, taste, the way his lips moved over hers- There was no shame, no hesitance- At this moment Alita was so angry at her previous life and at Prime in particular, that this was like revenge. She wasn't attracted to Megatron, she felt nothing for him, maybe except hate, and this was like crossing the final frontier.
Megatron smiled then surprised her when he bowed formally and kissed her palm.
"My lady would you honor me? ... he asked with half grin.
Alita stepped forward, her palms resting firmly on his chest.
"Yes, my lord.
His armour was nice in touch and smelled with something hot and exciting. He had several quite fresh weld marks on his arms and chest, obviously the remains form the battle. And his body- If he wasn't Megatron-
Decepticon put arm around her waist and steered her to his bedroom.
"Come with me.
"Life is like dance ... she said hoarsely ... passion, desire, betrayal.
Megatron nodded. He didn't found her very attractive, he had more beautiful, more experienced femmes in his life, but he was excited by the fact who she was and how forbidden it was for her. And it was like total betrayal for her-
Some competition with that sanctimonious fool, I will give her something she will not forget soon- - he thought with touch of cruel amusement.
He kissed her, for the first time with full passion and Alita gasped. Decepticon laughed in his mind.
Thank you Prime! That will be easier than I thought!
Alita moved her head back when he started to kiss her face and neck, slowly moving down. She wasn't used to such treatment. Usually she was on the giving end while interfacing, because Prime was too tired or to stressed or ashamed or all this things an once- rarely, very rarely he was relaxed enough to tried something like that, but never so openly, with such confidence.
Alita couldn't suppress moan, she felt his lips and hands everywhere, some things he made to her was so "pervert" in Prime's consideration that he didn't even want to speak about them. And it was wonderful- Femme arched when she felt slow but deep pleasure overwhelming her body. Megatron chuckled with satisfaction and licked long way from her belly to neck, then kissed her deeply. Alita felt his knee slipping between her thighs and suddenly froze.
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!
Megatron looked at her.
"What? ... his voice was more hoarse than usual.
Alita pushed him back with mortified expression on her face.
"I- I can't- ... she chocked. To her surprise he sat up and rubbed his face.
"Good.
"I can go?
Decepticon visibly forced himself into control.
"Yes, you can. ... I cannot hurt her that would ruin my plans...... he thought with slight irritation. Megatron turned her to the doors and pushed gently.
"Go, before I will change my mind.
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"She is almost ready ... Megatron said ... now we should left her alone and her consciousness will do all work.
"We should monitor her, Megatron, she’s considering suicide.
"She’s not, she is a fighter and-
"Forgive me, but she is an Autobot and you know how strong they are addicted to their ideals. If she will think that she betrays their cause she may try something stupid.
"I rather think that she will try to kill me if she will be given the chance. ... Decepticons leader shrugged dismissively. ... Hmm, we will wait ten more cycles, then someone should accidentally left gun in my office. Don't try to stop her-to hard- when she will escape. Alita-1 should return to Autobots ... Megatron laughed with delight ... how I regret that I will be not able to see expression on that sanctimonious fool's face!
"And what should we do with prisoners?
"They have been interrogated already. Mechs should be killed. And femme-
Megatron rubbed his chin.
"I will talk to her and then we will release her.
"Megatron-
"Do as I say!
"Yes, Megatron.
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Alita lay on her bed staring blankly at the ceiling. How could this gone so far? How could I act like that? And Megatron- how could I let him to do this to me!
Femme slowly stood up and walked to his bedroom.
That picture. Freedom.
I have no place on Cybertron anymore. I can fight against him, but not here-
Primus, help me, what should I do? Where will I go? I cannot be Autobot anymore, but I cannot be Decepticon either- Never! I didn't pray for the longer time than I can remember but now, help me, I beg of you- Give me strength-
Suicide. With Soundwave nearby? When he took all sharp objects from this apartment? How I am supposed to do this? Bite through fuel lines on my wrists? He would has enough time to repair me- Zap myself? Starve to death? No. It is to slow-
Highgrade in Megatron's desk. Maybe bottle is made from glass or maybe if I will drink enough, my system will shut down from overload? That is possible. I heard stories about those who overdosed heavy energon.
With determined look in her optics she walked to office and took out the bottle. Deep red liquid glowed slightly in, unfortunately, crystal bottle. Alita sighed and sat in armchair. First sip and she chocked and started to cough when highly concentrated wave of energy hit her system. Slag that was vicious. And possibly deadly. Coughing and grimacing femme drank almost half in four long sips. She felt dizzy and her fuel tank burned almost painfully, some diagnostic systems started to flash red. Good, so it is working. Alita smiled maliciously and took another sip. You want to broke me, Megatron, you want to use me against my soldiers? Never. I will rather die. Alita finished first bottle and went for another. She giggled when her hand missed strangely unstable bottle. This time she didn't choke, she almost didn't feel the taste only burning in her mouth and throat.
Later that night Soundwave found her, completely unconscious, under Megatron's desk. After first panicked thought he shook his head. She was overenergized! Soundwave pressed intercom button.
"Megatron, we have a problem.
"Yes?
"Alita-1 is overenergized.
"She is what ?
"She drank your highgrade, two bottles as I can see.
"Of highgrade? ... Megatron sounded really amused ... Autobots and their morality ... he chuckled. ... Take Alita to her bedroom. And turn off all lights, I don't even want to imagine hangover after two bottles- I will talk to her when she will regain consciousness.
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Alita groaned painfully. I must be dead ... she thought dizzily ... no one alive can feel like that- she carefully turned on one optic and groaned again. Everything was blindly bright and her head felt like dead weight.
"The state you experience right now is called hangover. ... someone said and Alita winced with pain.
"Not so loud- - she grated almost inaudibly. She felt something cold and wet touching her lips and she took small sip. And she coughed at the foul taste.
"What is that? ... she mumbled sitting slowly ... acid? ... Her optics were almost gray and multicolored static filled her vision. Megatron leaned on the door frame and observed her with an amused expression.
"Congratulations. This is the most expensive hangover I ever saw. ... he said, Alita scowled and slowly drank deep blue liquid. It tasted awfully but it made her feel better with every drop.
"What made you to do that? ... Megatron asked some time later, when he saw that her optics regained normal color.
"I had a wish.
"Wish? I think you wanted to commit suicide.
"You are flattering yourself ... Alita sneered and stood up. Almost immediately she wobbled and sat back. ... I have no reason to do that.
"I think you have.
"Even if, it is not your problem! ... femme shrieked and doubled clenching her head. Megatron chuckled.
"Don't raise your voice, my dear. You thought that highgrade can kill you?
"It tastes like an old rust... Alita murmured ... and if you are drinking it for pleasure you are more crazy than I thought.
Megatron laughed. Femme looked at him and felt heat raising to her face. Great. I only made an idiot from myself.
"Personally I don't care why you did that. Just don't do that again.
"So addicted to this stuff are you?
Megatron chuckled again.
"I can see that you are alright.
"There is nothing that can hurt me right now. - Alita said with deep scowl. Maybe except loud voices and bright light - she thought with irritation. And talk about what happened two days ago. Megatron shook his head and finally walked out. Alita sighed deeply. She still felt horrible and his presence didn't help her. Slag I need to think about it. I really need to think about it.
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Alita glared at the computer screen as if she could change Darkmount's plans with only her sheer will. There has to be some way to escape, every fortress has weak spots! The worst pains were security cameras in corridors- Alita cursed and closed file, slag why should I risk my life? He will release me sooner or later. In the name of what, my pride and honor? Some one once said: there is thin line between being a hero and being a history.
I don't want to die.
And where will I go?
I don't want to participate in this war anymore, not on these terms.
Every Autobot has something to do after war- Ratchet and First Aid, they will be medics of course, Magnus, Kup, Prowl will be working in security, Moonrace is a historic, Firestar and Chromia- - Alita smiled - They will be independent bussinesfemmes, I am sure. I can't imagine them taking orders from anybody. There will be problem with Dinobots - Optimus of course will be our Leader but me? I am just soldier and - his femme. And I cannot be just his femme. I have no future with him. But where will I go?
Mercenary? Pirate? Street whore? ... she thought with cruel sincerity. No matter. I can do it. I will survive.
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Cycles passed. She talked only to Soundwave because Megatron was on the other hemisphere leading battle against the last Autobots guerilla team on the surface of Cybertron. Alita was watching news and felt nothing.
They were massacred, forty, badly armed Autobots against Decepticons army. The rest of Autobot's forces was closed on Cybertron's Moons and they had their own problems with constant Seekers attacks.
There will be no help for them.
I am like vermin, I am leaving drowning ship. I should be with them, I should die fighting at their side until last shot-
Self sacrifice.
Heroic nonsense. I don't believe in it anymore. I lost this faith long ago, Megatron only made me to see this clear- I don't care. I have changed, everything had changed, we are not pure anymore, we cannot change our past, wipe last half of megavorn from our memory banks. We did horrible things, Optimus would call us all war criminals if he knew only a half of the truth-
I am much older than he right now, I fought in this war for so much longer. The rules had changed. Optimus and his Ark team are probably the last true Autobots, with all our purity, ideals and faith- he will not win this war if he won't understand it soon, and I should open his optics. Maybe this shock will made him understand this new reality. Only alive can fight, can change their faith.
I don't want to die. I want to regain my life, my own life-
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Decepticons won. Spy cameras shown Megatron covered with fuel and mech fluid standing in the middle of broken bodies and burning debris of Autobots base. He fired his fusion cannon to the air and screamed. Primal, almost animalistic howl of victory and destruction. And his Decepticons cheered around him.
Time passed.
Megatron returned in victorious glory and there was another great ceremony in the Darkmount. This time there was no mysticism just infamous Decepticons party. Wild joy of primitive warriors, who won almost final battle- Alita turned of the monitor and walked to her room that was just disgusting and insane, besides she still had aversion to heavy energon and there was a lot of it. As she suspected in the middle of the night she heard laughs and rather slurry voices.
It is time. I should go.
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She woke up late, with a feeling that something will happen today. Femme carefully peered through her doors ready for every shocking view that could met her eyes. Judging for noises from previous night she was sure that she will find Megatron and one or two femmes recharging in the middle of his office. But no. Everything was in the best order and the doors to his bedroom were open, so he was not there. Alita sighed with relief, she wasn't ready to talk to him right now... Everything was too fresh, her stupid "suicide", his caresses... She couldn't denied it, that "last night action" excited her more than she liked to admit.
Another lonely, boring cycle. She walked to his bedroom and winced slightly when she felt that faint smell. Oh slag, and why not? That would be the last rule I will break... The last chain...
Hastily she returned to the office and sat in front of her computer station.
Something familiar caught her optic. Alita, slowly, not daring to believe peered under Megatron's armchair.
Gun. Small, half charged gun.
Alita took it and smiled with resignation. So. I am ready to go and destroy Prime's world. You fucking bastard, you did it. I should go now, before you will come back-
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Much, much later Megatron returned to his apartment, at first he checked Alita's bedroom and smiled with satisfaction: she was gone. He wasn't very fond to such complicated planes, but he had to admit that it was satisfying: two victories with one strike. She will leave Autobots, and broken, sulking and for the most not so well adapted Prime will be an easy opponent... He only regretted that he won't be able to see their meeting. Decepticon sat behind his desk, put out bottle of eneroil and looked at it critically. No. I am tired. Battle, ceremony and those femmes- Megatron chuckled to himself, slag I am not so young anymore.
He opened the doors to his bedroom and stopped.
"Hello. ... Alita-1 said coldly.
She was sitting on his bed with gun pointed straightly at his head.
Megatron leaned on the door frame.
"What are you doing here?
"I am considering where I should push that gun up ... Alita answered raising to her feet ... into mine or yours mouth.
Decepticon smiled. Femme sighed and tossed the gun into the nearest corner and walked to him.
"I still have something to finish here.
Megatron didn't move. Alita put hands on her hips.
"Well? Are you going too stood here all night? ... she asked with challenge. Megatron abruptly pulled her against him, femme gasped and tensed for a moment then forced her self to relax. This is my decision. I want it.
The kiss, she bitted his lower lip, almost drawing energon, Megatron groaned with pain but it only excited him more. He also understood what she wanted to say with it. You want it rough? So it will be rough. He pushed her on the bed forcing her legs open with a wrench of his knee. Alita pulled his head down, digging her fingers into Decepticon's neck and bitted his lips again, at the same arching and pressing herself into his palms. Megatron pressed her wrists to the bed when she scratched his backs, this time roughly enough to draw energon.
"You little bitch - he breathed with passion. Alita smiled maliciously.
This time they weren't slow, it was almost violent, Decepticon style interfacing. She responded to him, screamed his name with passion. The last chain, last frontier.
Betrayal.
I am not the Autobot anymore. I am FREE.
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Alita stood under shower trying to wash out memory of his hands and kisses, the taste of incredible pleasure he gave her and the taste of total betrayal: Autobots cause, Prime and her ideals. Even if she didn't believed in them anymore, she still was too much Autobot inside to just forget everything. Hot solvent washed out traces of tears from her face.
There was faint knocking and harsh voice.
"May I come in?
Silence.
"Yes.
His hands, lips... So alien, so forbidden. So free.
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I am empty, I don't want to be Decepticon and I cannot be an Autobot anymore. I am alone-
I always had somebody at my side, Optimus, my friends, soldiers, Autobots. And now I am alone, I can do what I want, I can be myself at last.
Alita listened to silent hum of machinery working in his chest, felt his arm around her waist, and she could see faint glimmer of stars on the opposite wall.
Freedom.
I won't be faithful, little slave, I will not sacrifice myself. I will create my own future.
Megatron didn't move when she stood up. Alita was sure that he woke up and was grateful for his silence. It would by only harder if she had to talk to him right now.
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She had stolen small ship. No one tried to stop her.
Alita scowled to herself, why should he? I am his weapon.
"Alita-1 to Moon base alpha, cease your fire ... she said to radio when sensors showed that Autobots are ready to shoot Decepticon ship.
"Alita-1 died -
"Blaster, check my signature and stop babbling ... femme snapped.
"Oh-OH. I am sorry Alita - Blaster said after several seconds ... But we found-
"I was a prisoner. Prepare hangar for hard landing, I have some problems with this ship-
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They were shocked when she finally walked from the ship, and Alita supposed that it was more her paintjob, than the fact that she was still alive. Optimus sharply nodded his head and she saluted, it was an unspoken rule between them: no affectionate gestures in public. Alita gave all answers Autobots high command demanded from her and was free to go. Long time ago she would just ignore the fact that they treated her as if she had no knowledge about war and their secrets, but now it was painfully obvious. There were no questions about interrogation, Decepticons military secrets she could find out, Megatron's plans or anything like that. Just like as if they supposed that she was sitting in the corner trembling with fear, crying and waiting for help.
Yes, it was painful but she wasn't angry.
I am not a part of this farce anymore, I don't care what they are thinking about me.
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Behind closed doors Prime hugged her to his chest.
"My love, you are alive- we found your armor and- parts-burned-I thought-
"That was probably Megatron's idea ... Alita interrupted, stepping back from his arms.
"Alita, what happened? Did they hurt you?
"No. I wasn't even interrogated.
"I am not talking about-
Every mech's dream
"I know some important secrets ... Optimus winced slightly at her tone. There was something alien in her right now. She was strangely- distant, almost rigid.
"Alita what is wrong? What did they do to you? ... Prime tried to touch her and she stepped back again.
"Alita? Don't be afraid, I will-
"Protect you ... the femme finished with cold smile ... I don't need your protection Optimus, I am more than able to protect myself.
Prime slowly sat on the edge of his desk, his mouth slightly open with disbelief. She never talked like this, not with this tone-
"Love, you are my fe-
"I AM YOUR SOLDIER ... she didn't raise her voice but Optimus gasped as if she yell at him. That alien, cold, cold edge in her voice. Something was wrong, very wrong.
"I fought in this war much longer than you, Optimus. ... the black and grey femme looked straight into his optics ...You left weak, scarred girl and I am not that girl anymore. ... she started to pace, trying to suppress growing anger. She didn't want to yell at him. Not yet. ... You left me for half of megavorn, it is a long time even for us, and now you expect me to behave as if nothing had changed? I did horrible things, we all did.
"Alita, what are you talking about? We are Autobots- - Prime managed to choke.
"Yes we are ... the femme smiled humorlessly ... but we are not the same we were when you left us. You and your team are just great part of our history, bright memory of who we were and who we want to be after war. Do you really still believe in that black and white story about Autobots and Decepticons?
"Of course I do!
"You are still young Optimus.
"How can you say that-
"We watched stars born and die while your absence. Half of megavorn, four million Earth years. That is enough time to change.
Prime walked to her and gently placed hand on femme's shoulders.
"My love, you are tired, and when-
Alita winced from him.
"I am not tired. Did you hear one word from what I said? You still don't understand? I am NOT the femme you left. There is nothing from her left in me.
"It doesn't matter, I still love you.
Femme smiled sadly.
"No, Optimus, you love just your memory of your dream, ideal femme.
"How can you say that? I don't care what you did, or who you become, I loved you, I love you and I always will!
"How true, you don't care.
"Alita! I will protect -
"I DON'T need your protection! ... this time she screamed ... I don't even need your love! I want your respect!
Prime stepped back, deeply shocked by her outburst. What did she say?
"I was their leader! And you didn't even let me to be a part of your slagged army! I proved myself much more times than it was necessary and you still can see only YOUR FEMME in me!
Optimus heavily sat in the chair.
"You want to be a leader? ... he asked dully.
"I wanted to be your soldier! I wanted a rank and respect I deserved.
They were silent for some time, Alita fighting with overwhelming anger, and Prime trying to understand her words. This was madness! What is happening? What they did to her? I can't believe in this!
"You wanted? ... he repeated slowly ... and what do you want now? ... there was almost fear in his voice.
"Now- now I want to be free.
Prime jumped to his foots.
"ARIEL!
"Ariel is dead ... Alita answered coldly ... she died in that dock, and then again when you disappeared. I am Alita-1.
"No, I don't believe in this. It is not true- - it was Prime's turn to pacing nervously. ... They did something to you, reprogrammed you or .. or… something.
Alita chuckled darkly, and Optimus stopped looking at her with horror written all over his face.
"Primus, no, they did it- You are acting like-
"Decepticon? ... femme mocked ... We all had to learn this! That is why you could return and find us alive!
"No- - Optimus stepped back and pressed hand to his forehead ... this is some kind of nightmare-
"It is the truth. Megatron already adopted to these new circumstances, and I hope you will too, because this is our only hope.
"Megatron- Alita, don't you see that he did something to you? You let him mess with your mind-
"He did nothing, he only said aloud something I knew for a long time ... Alita took of Autobots insignia from her chest and placed them down on the desk. Optimus stared at her with disbelief.
"What are you doing ... he whispered with trembling voice.
"I am leaving. Autobots and - you.
"Alita, by Primus, why? I beg of you, think about it- You were under extreme pressure, please-
"I survived worse, Optimus. Simple capture can't even affect me.
"Alita- I- will change, you will be my second-
"With your and Trion's supervision? In yours shadow? Protected? Checked with every step?
"Alita, stop it, you need help-
"I need to be free ... femme snapped ... I don't want to be your faithful, little slave anymore!
"Alita! ... this time Prime almost shouted ... you never- I don't recognize you!
"That is right. You will never accept who I become.
Prime sat again as if all his strength left him.
"Why are you do this to me? From all Autobots, why you? ... he whispered.
"Because I cannot be with you anymore, I will be not able to behave like you expect. ... femme answered coldly and he slumped into chair even more.
"Primus, Alita why? What happened to us?
"I grove up, and you are still that naïve docker, Orion. ... Prime winced when she called him with his old name.
"And where will you go? ... his voice was barely audible. ... To Decepticons?
"Never. Somewhere. Maybe I will create my own army.
"Your army?
"I was leading our soldiers for a long time and I was good in it.
They were silent again, then Prime jumped from his chair.
"You can't leave! ... he shouted desperately ... I cannot let you!
He tried to grab her arms but Alita spun from his proximity and pulled out gun.
"Don't test me Prime. ... she growled menacingly. Optimus looked at her with totally shocked optics, his mouth open.
"Ariel- Alita, please- - he almost begged.
"No ... femme still pointing gun at his head moved to the doors. ... No ... she repeated.
"ALITA!
She didn't look back.
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Epilogue
Time passed. She didn't become mercenary or famous pirate raider.
She survived. It was hard, cruel, painful.
Sometimes, like today, she almost regretted her decision, maybe I overreacted? Maybe I should give him a second chance? Ah, slag and accept this life?
This planet- all the memories-
Alita was sitting in the back of obscure bar on Cybertron slowly sipping her energon. She looked different now. Her armor was now heavier and more menacing, all her body was painted in a mish-mash of urban camo, barely visible scars crossed her face, obscuring and hardening her features, and there was big riffle laying in front of her. Very soon she had learned that big gun is the only way to protect herself from disrespect or violent actions of bigger and stronger beings.
She worked as "free trade agent" and now waited for her new customer. It wasn't very profitable or prestige job, but it was enough to live. She had her own ship, enough energon and place to spent night, and that was more than many creatures had. Someone screamed to bartender to turn on the audio and Alita winced slightly hearing Megatron's voice coming from TV screen.
"-proclaim our total victory! Autobots are defeated, and we Decepticons are now true masters of Cybertron! All hail Empire!"
Some of bar patrons cheered wildly, some lowered their heads. Alita sat motionless, stunned by this information. So the Decepticons won? So what happened to Autobots? Prime? Are they all dead? What have I done? She stood up and walked out, completely forgetting about her customer. Femme felt dull and dizzy walking through cheering and celebrating crowd. Something has ended-
Why do I care? I am not the part of this anymore, I left them by my own, free will-
end.