AUTHOR'S COMMENTS:
The stories you are about to read are based on and use the Transformers characters, the Transformers television series, and the Transformers comics. These works are purely from the author's imagination, from an alternate look at what could have happened based on events from the shows and comics. Events from the shows and comics are incorporated into the stories, but the outcome of these stories is one of many possible outcomes. The Transformers are trademarked and copyrighted to Hasbro 1999. All original characters in these stories are copyrighted to Liane Kay Elliot 1987. Permission must be required if you want to use one of Liane's characters in a fanfic. Editor Note: Several stories contain moderate cursing and violence, PG-13 rating applies.

Language warning!

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'So much for our first grand exploit.' the all black form of Nighthawk thought to himself as he shifted his black frame a bit. The energo-cuffs on his wrists and ankles hummed slightly.

"If I get free, the bitches will pay for killing..." Deathwatch began in a hoarse, angry whisper.

"You and me both comrade." the two toned brown form of Mudslinger whispered just as vehemently.

Nighthawk had to agree also, although mutely, that the Trechercons would indeed pay for killing their fellow Wrecker.

"Whatcha think them bitches will do to us?" the two toned brown form of Muckraker questioned.

Nighthawk deemed to answer, "If those fem 'Cons are as bad as the Deceps, I'd say they'll torture us and then enjoy watching us slowly slip into oblivion by whatever devices.."

"Oh please," Deathwatch groaned, "spare us the details Nighthawk." The Wreckers on the opposite wall shared their companions' doom laden attitude. The green form of their commander, Springer, grimly looked at his warriors and knew that, unless rescued, they would all indeed be tortured and then killed by the Trechercons. As if on cue, the worst of them walked in, Electra.

"Hope you boys like our hospitality," the silver, black, purple, and red form said, her glee and mockery of their helplessness was evident in her voice, "it won't last for long. If you talk right now, we'll let you go. If not, you'll wish you were never manufactured."

Springer was the first to retort, "There's nothing to tell, so go curl up and die."

She him a transfixing glare of absolute hatred of Autobot males, "If that's how you all feel, then this one is the first to go." Electra growled and pointed at Nighthawk.

"Do your worst bitch." Nighthawk spat insolently.

Electra's rose colored optics glowed dangerously as she released him from his cuffs. She indicated the door with her left arm mounted cannon, Nighthawk had no choice but to obediently walk ahead of her. The walk to the torture room was silent, Nighthawk felt the close proximity of her cannon trained on him all the way. It was rather dank and shadowed in the torture room, the smell of death lingered, it sent a chill down his entire body. She made sure he was firmly secured in chains, the wrist shackles led to the ceiling and the ankle shackles to the floor.

"Keryx Noxa." Electra said.

From the farthest corner, two forms approached. The recognizable two toned purple and black form of Draeda led the black and purple Keryx Noxa by the hand. Draeda retreated a moment and then returned with several vicious looking implements of torture.

"Keryx Noxa will perform your torture. She is very thorough and will not stop her interrogation until she knows you're dead or are willing to talk. If you wish to talk, say her name. Don't try to wile your way out of being tortured for she hears nothing but selected words. Do not think your wounds will stop her for she cannot see. Do not think she'll respond to your screams for she cannot speak." Draeda stated evenly, her optics mocked him. There was something she wasn't telling, but Nighthawk couldn't fathom it. He did, however, feel sympathy for Keryx Noxa. He knew that there was a reason for her having three less senses.

"Keryx Noxa, begin." Electra said and left with Draeda.

The female felt for her tools left on the nearby rack. As she came close, Nighthawk could more clearly make her out. She had to be the most shapely of the Trechercons by far. Where her optics should have been there was nothing but metal, the poor thing wore a full face mask. He had a hunch and acted, straining to a point of tremendous pain, he managed to slip loose of his wrist shackles. The female paused as if sensing his movement, then made a wicked slash at his side with a small scythe. Nighthawk narrowly ducked and came up instinctively with both fists. He succeeded in landing a blow on her chin. Keryx Noxa was totally off guard for this and fell on her back. Nighthawk used her disorientation to his advantage and freed his ankles. By the time Keryx Noxa stood up, Nighthawk was charging her, he knocked her back down with his body. He wrestled her weak form easily and pinned her down so she couldn't move. Her body shivered as if in anticipation of a death dealing blow, he could almost sense her fear of that. Nighthawk reached for opposite sides of her head and found where the full face mask met her natural helmet. He pulled hard and found himself plastered against her legs when it let loose. Keryx Noxa saw the movement, felt and heard the contact of the other robots' body against her legs. As Nighthawk sat up, so did she. Their optics met, Nighthawk was flabbergasted. Keryx Noxas' optics widened in obvious surprise and delight. She touched his mask and he realized his hunch was right.

"Keryx Noxa, can you hear me? See me?" he asked.

Keryx Noxa loved the sound of his voice, it was the most beautiful thing to have ever reached her audios in a very long time. She worked her mouth but no words came forth, she remained voiceless.

"You poor tormented soul." Nighthawk said sympathetically, "To be shut out of the world around you so."

Keryx was grateful to her savior, but she couldn't express herself in words. She settled for embracing and kissing the stranger instead. Nighthawk was the one off guard now. Her lips were ineffective against his half mask, but he appreciated it anyway. When she broke off, obviously hurt by what seemed his lack of interest.

"I must free the others." he said.

She nodded affirmatively, letting him lead her out the room. They made their way to the holding chambers.

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"What in the name of Primus are you doing with that Trechercon?!" Springer demanded.

"Freeing her, as I am you." Nighthawk replied, turning the electro-cuffs off, "Let's get our weapons and get the heck out of here." An alarm sounded.

"Damn!" cursed Mudslinger, "They're onta us!"

"Fuck the weapons, let's run for it!" Muckraker swore.

They ran, narrowly escaping lasers all the way through the maze of the Trechercon base. They soon broke into welcomed daylight and transformed, all save Keryx Noxa.

"Hop on." Nighthawk said as he transformed into his motorcycle mode, she obeyed.

The Trechercons gave chase, but the Wreckers were very good at evasion and soon lost their pursuers. They separated and met several moments later at their secret base.

"This is your home now, Keryx Noxa." Nighthawk said.

"I want words, Nighthawk." Springer stated firmly.

Nighthawk gave him a withering glare, "Stick it in neutral Springer, she's staying."

The Wreckers gave into his wishes. Keryx Noxa was initiated into the Autobots some days later and had her voice returned. Unfortunately, she couldn't pass the tests to become a Wrecker, so was assigned to Hydro-Base to train to be a medic. She was sworn to secrecy not to reveal the Wreckers' base location. Nighthawk chose to visit her even though spurns were directed at them. As it was for other mixed couples before them, they could not deny the love they felt.

The End