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WITP: Chapter 6

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A/N Dedicated to  GlitchingHD.Because Glitch's background with a certain word-smith Decepticon entrepreneur from Transformers Animated gave me the inspiration to add said character. Guess who that character is. And, also, this is a long chapter. You have been warned. One of the first long chapters in this story. Just a heads up.

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I ended up with Knock Out. Heading to the power generator room proved to be a little troublesome. Why is it that? It was a complete mess. There is junk blocking the hallway. That is way too similar to a crowded up closet with toys that have actually made an ocean. Guess this came outta Kids Next Door episode. Knock Out took a few steps back. It's easy to conclude Knock Out is a bit cowardly about running into the harmless junk pile then swim his way out the junk zone.

I am on Knock Out's shoulder.

Specifically on the upper dark gray armor sticking out from the fancy red-NO I mean blue--from the fancy blue front vehicle armor.

"Ya should call Megs about this, Knocks." I suggest to Knock Out.

Yes. Knocks is my own nickname for Knock Out, go figure.

"Megs?" Knock Out repeats, baffled.

"Megs as in Megatron." I tell him

"Oooh." Knock Out said, understanding what I had just said.

"Should I go to the extreme level and refer to Megatron as Megsy?" I  ask.

He made this perfect  'what' facial expression that a Transfan could have screen shotted.

"Never mind." I said, shaking my head. "We should definitely tell Megs where its nest is."

Knock Out laughs.

"We're going after the specimen, human." Knock Out said, in a chilled out way.

It's almost like he is ignoring how annoying I am. How is that even possible?

"But it would be reasonable he knew what's going on." I reason.

"It's not like we'll lose all the power." Knock out said the seven words that should not be spoken.

I groan shaking my head.

"You.  .  . " I rub my forehead. "Good grief."

"What does Knocks mean anyway?" Knock Out asks.

"You." I said, pointing my finger at him.

"Me?" Knock Out asks, flattered with a servo on his chest.

"It's yer slagging name, dude!" I said. "I know PLENTY of fans on DeviantArt who just love you, and I have seen the picture of you stuck in a wal--"

With Soundwave behind us Knock Out voluntarily went into the junk pile with a strong grip on me. Guess he didn't want to be spoiled. Or he didn't want to hear about being stuck in a wall.Guess the guy who doesn't want his armor scratched just defied his own belief by going through perhaps pointy junk! Then Knock Out fell out the junk blockage with me in tow. I had something in my hair well a lot of ‘things’ were in my hair. All the left over pieces of armor had been in my hair. I took them out one by one.

"Hey,um.  .  .  ." Knock Out is staring at my finger. "Why are you bleeding what we bleed?"

I took out the last piece of junk armor from my hair.

"Oh that.” I said, with a shrug. “Just ignore the pest."

Knock Out let me go, so I instinctively climbed up above red--Darn it! I mean---the blue metal panel and slid down against the darker metal.

"Your kind bleeds red." Knock Out points out.

So now the Con who painted himself blue is an expert on veins from the human body?

"Your kind bleeds purple." I said without a second thought.

Knock Out frowns.

"Not true." Knock Out said. "We bleed blue, you bleed red. And your kind bleeds into corruption."

I made this 'hmmph' noise.

"At least my kind does not bleed into darkness." I said, covering my still slagging bleeding finger. "I honestly have no idea why I'm bleeding . . ."

"You do have an idea what you are." Knock Out said.

I recalled the quote from the Lion king made by Mufasa "You are my son and the one true king. Remember who you are." What Knock Out just told me reminded me of the best movie of all time; I've seen all . . one, two, three. One is the original movie; Simba's pride is the second, including the lion King 1 and a half, also Timon&Pumba's cartoon series on the Disney Channel.

"Hakuna Matata." I start in a sing-along voice."It's for the rest of your daayys, philosophy, Hakuna maaa-t-t--taataa." As a child, I overwatched Annie and The Lion King on tape. Tommorrow the sun will come out, and it's only a day way; I love ya--"It means no worries for the rest of your dayys! PHILIOSPHY!"

"Stop singing." Knock Out said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"HAW-KUNA-MAT-TA-TE!" I sang, again. My finger had stopped bleeding finally.

"Wish I had some duct tape around." Knock Out wishes out loud.

So yep I stopped singing Hakuna Matata and began humming the theme music to Jurassic Park. The hallway is an entire mess with holes everywhere. Exactly the damage Spider-snakeia could do.

"What's your name?" Knock Out randomly asks.

I stopped humming the theme music, as my face might be turning red.

"I'm not telling!"

"Name."

"No!"

"Name."

I shook my head.

"How many times do I have ta tell ya Knocks?" I ask the Decepticon. My face may be getting red. I don't know how red it is getting, sheesh. "No  means NO!"

Knock Out stops in his tracks. He really needed to think about this. thought Decepticons could do better than that by throwing out insults like they are laundry detergent or in a comedy gold-mine.Maybe all the stuff I knew about Decepticons is wrong; not all of them are smart, nor are they like machine guns that can sputter out insults faster than a speeding bullet.

".  . .A hundred fifty times." Knock Out finally said.

Okay, Knock Out is getting a fake name.

"I'm doing a Sophie Deverue from Leverage on you, Knock Out!" I said, without thinking at first what season Leverage is on in the year 2010. "Laure!"  I squeak. "The 'A' is silent. That's not my name, so go with it!"

"Okay La-ur-e; lurie." Knock Out repeats. "Lur-y-lury. Luuury."

"You know what, just call me human." I slapped my forehead.

"No; I'm trying it out." Knock Out refuses to drop it. "I need cycles with this name."

I wonder how time is classified in this universe.

"Luury." Knock Out continues, walking forwards.

Oh primus, what have I done?

"Laure." Knock Out repeats the name. He makes this odd look. "That name doesn't sound right."

"Of course it doesn't!" I snap my fingers. Just as Knock Out's helmet turned away I grab a loose piece of blue paint sticking off from his armor. "Give . . . Amy a try!"

"Amy." Knock Out said, looking left and ride (thankfully he didn't notice what I am doing). He repeats the name in diferent ways. "Amy, Ammmyy, Aamiiee, amy."

I peel off the blue paint bit by bit as he walked down the halls. Fortunately he came to like this name 'Amy’. Peeling off blue paint turns out to be a rather a good opportunity to waste time through (Knock Out never noticed). Good thing I haven't told him a good reason to cry over the name. Why? Because, a certain red head from a beloved science fiction show died with her name imprinted on a tombstone. That red head made the most cry-over-quote 'Together, or not at all' AND  'Raggedy man, good night'.Thank Primus that Knock Out is interested in things like Zombies.

A cybertronian version of a dust ball (seen commonly in old western movies) rolled by.

"This place is not deserted." Knock Out grumbled.

"Well, since there is hardly any Vehicons it does give off an 'empty' vibe." I acknowledge.

Zombies are not my thing. I would rather get a shot gun and shoot after them, which make them run away from me.Yes, I prefer to shoot shotguns because they have greater effect on zombies. It's fact in Zombie Apocalypse survival kit; essentially it is in my knowledge. If they wanted to make me into a zombie they would get very annoyed real fast and ditch me with the humans to be shot at the head.

We hear a hiss in the hall.

"We're getting close." Knock Out said, taking a step back.

Behind Knock Out is a trail of peeled off blue paint.

"Kay, Mr.repeat the obvious." I said.

"Name-calling is not helpful." Knock Out takes another step back as the hiss is getting louder.

I roll an eye as the tension in the hallway builds up.

"Knocks--hey um what's your weapon?" I ask.

Knock Out looks at me, and then he gets this horrified face.

"What did you do to my armor?" Knock Out cringes as he said so.

"I peeled it off." I said so, casually.

Knock Out has a priceless reaction. The hiss had abruptly stopped.

"I'm a Weapon designer, a medic, and an automobile enthusiast; take your guess."  Knock Out said, right as he looks away from me.

"A gigantic spear that does not break after falling." I guessed, as Knock Out resumes walking. "And it's so sharp that if a fragile 'Con touched it inappropriately that it would break into pieces." Knock Out's face became even more priceless. "But it does one heck of an effect if it hits their spark. The Spark then shatters into pieces after being hit."

"Oh stop." Knock Out tells me in a way that sounds like 'shut up' but without the two words.

Knock Out is walking backwards by this time.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because . ." Knock Out did not hesitate to think what he has to say. He knew what has to be said: this time. "You are ruining the function of spears into fragile antiques. You are partially right; but, I have twin battle spikes and a battle spear."

I slap my knee.

Let's figure Knock Out has a lot weapons. A lot.

"That's what we say about Michael Bay killing off Decepticons so easily, oh, and Autobots." I note.

Knock Out continues down the hallway attempt to ignore my further notes. Yep, he just forgot why he's walking backwards.

"And they are so fragile that even a touch by Sam Witwicky can turn the armor into rust. The people around Sam will lose their mind because he screams so much." I babble, leaning on the red armor (that I had peeled off) that is not what I'm sitting on. "I wonder why Bumblebee hasn't lost his processor; how Optimus hasn't put his head into the ground because the man screams so much."

I pause, taking a break from my news-feed-babble.

"You must be joking!" Knock Out is buying into what I'm saying.

That earned a snicker from me.

"Not joking with ya, man." I gleefully tell him a lie.

Telling lies to a Decepticon who should know what lies is (who is falling for a lie) .  . . Hm I don't know what this counts as.This will be fun annoying the heck outta Knock Out!

"And, why Megatron hasn't killed off the cry-baby for three films." I continue, referring to Sam WitWicky. Too bad Megatron never ever got the chance to do so. "I theorize the next movie will be about Sentinel's return and Optimus Prime not willing to trust him. Sam must be very paranoid for a human whose absorbing radiation."

Knock Out stops.

"Radiation?"  Knock Out asks, his helm aimed at my direction.

I roll an eye.

"Yeeah." I said. "That's what Transformers in my universe are composited out of.Besides what they are made of which we Transfans consider Cybertronian. Actually, we don't know what they are made of."

For once Knock Out's looks are a mix of concern and disgust.

"How long does it take for death?" Knock Out asks.

I recall several movies and TV shows that involved Radiation; especially one that involved this pointy ear man who sacrificed himself.

"Um.  .  . " I tap my fingers together hearing the hiss of spider-snakeia. "Right away if it's blasted at the human/alien.  It's very destructive if. . . It was a nuclear bomb. That's a no-go."

"Right away?" Knock Out curiously asks, this time going on down the hallway.

"Well, if it's absorbed by the human it will take a few hours for the person to die or shorter." I said. "If I was able to die and around you guys a lot; I don't know how bad your radiation is. But it might be five steps away from being lethal. You get what I mean about being lethal."

"Some of the weapons I make become lethal explosives." Knock Out grumbles.

Light bulb moment!

"Oh,” I realized the most important thing of today. “So you are like Wheeljack of the crew aka the medic aka  the Ironhide--"

"Ironhide?" Knock Out repeats as though he hadn’t heard of the name.

Oh goody, I have to explain.

"Ironhide is a weapon specialist in The Bayverse.” Uh oh sniffle alert! “.  . .Well,at least he was." I recall the scene where Sentinel used .  . . Cosmic Rust on Ironhide. I remembered the cosmic rust because of Oil Slick using it on Rodimus Prime.

"He was?" Knock Out said, surprised. He kind of reminds me of the kid who repeats everything a teacher says but in a confused question.  

I went ahead and explained the movie-verse to him.

".  .  .I don't get it." Knock Out said. "How many plans can he have at once?"

I took a breath, and then exhaled holding up a 'wait up' finger.

"Here's the version that does not involve the humans or the Autobots intervention." I warn Knock Out.

"Go ahead." Knock Out said.

I had to recall the first three movies. First is technically Rise of the Decepticons trying to get the Allspark, second movie is about the sun harvesters, and third movie is about getting the pillars. I don't know what else Michael Bay has up his sleeves for the next movie. Heck even a Decepticon doesn't see the logic in the movies.

"Well; the first plan was to get the Allspark. Second plan was to absorb the information and hopefully kill Optimus Prime to release his 'master'--or teacher, I don't give a crap what he calls the Fallen--, so while the Fallen is on Earth, Megatron could have someone else awaken Sentinel Prime. That is the third plan; and then Sentinel Prime could offline the age-old-creepy arse storyteller like Decepticon who indeed did create the Decepticon faction. There, Sentinel and he could use the energon to raise a new army. Bring old and new Decepticons to work together so they can bring Cybertron back to life. Then (I suppose) they leave earth and return home so they can rebuild it. But Earth would be very far under their 'list to do's."

That required a lot of babbling.

"What was his name, again?" Knock Out asks.

"It was Megatronus." I said.

"So  .  . .Our leader named himself after himself?" Knock Out asks.

"No, you car-obessed-teen, Megs named himself after a slagging prime. It was Megatronus Prime!" I scold him. "It's even noted in his Wikipedia and TF wikia pages. The Fallen is, I repeat, NOT Megatron!"

The lights flicker on and off in this hallway. I look over my shoulder seeing Soundwave's figure squeeze out of the junk ocean. The hallway swiftly tipped over as did Knock Out who hit his shoulder on the neighboring wall held on to the metal using my strongest grip yet.Spider-Snakeia is a definite opponent who dares any Cybertronian to come near her nest and be killed on spot. At least this is my guess. Knock Out stood upright.

"The specimen cannot be the root of this." Knock Out remarks

I let go of the dented armor. Yes, my grip is that strong so just go with it.

"Things surprise ya when it's least expected, like won is to another." I said.

Knock Out has this confused reaction.

"Won?'" Knock Out repeats.

"I didn't say won." I folded my arms.  "I said: like one is to another."

I look over my shoulder and saw Soundwave coming our way.

"Yes, yes you did." Knock Out argues back.

The light eerily turns off so upon instinct I covered my eyes. There are some scary movies I've seen that involved lights turning off and on usually ended with a horrifying scene. I peeked through my fingers waiting to see the light turn back on. My legs could be knocking against Knock Out's armor.

"Scared, eh?" Knock Out said in a way that made me scream. "Hah,you scream louder than Starscream!"

I really wanted to hide behind a couch right now.

"Sentinel Pr-pr--pr--Prime screams like a girl in Animated." I matter in factly tell him.

A few seconds later the hallway shimmered to life.

"You are scared of the dark; at least I know how to scare humans." Knock Out muses.

The ship tilted the other way, and Knock Out slid down the hallway like a man on a surfboard have my arms wrapped around the upper red panel sticking out from Knock Out's front vehicle part.Knock Out barges in through the door then tumbled  (no surprise  I was thrown off) and crashed into a nearby  failed spiderweb.

"I'm okay!" I get up from a pile of junk.

Around me is material suited to make a blazing gun.All right I don't feel like explaining it all but here's the gist: I charged at Spider Snakeia yelling 'I want to avenge my sunglasses!' but Soundwave caught me mid-way using his tentacle things, Soundwave and Knock Out subdued Spider-Snakeia, Knock Out made a blazing machine gun that melted (more like destroyed) the eggs,Knock Out found a 'signature tag' on Spider-Snakeia's forehead, and the Vehicons had to clean up the mess.

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 .  .  . 2 hours later  . .

After the beast was captured, Megatron had ordered the two cons and I to be there when Spider-Snakeia's first owner arrived. I hadn't been aware that Spider-Snakeia had been owned. Since when did they find an owned pet, call it 'the specimen' for who-ever-long it's been aboard, and then after it causes destruction they actually care to find out if it's owned!

"Is he here yet?" Starscream whines.

Megatron rises his arm up (to rub his forehelm) which accidentally smacked Starscream's face.I had quite a laugh at the ensuing hilarity. Knock Out taps his foot on the floor with his arms crossed. I never ever had thought of something like this EVER happening. Maybe there isn't enough space for Megatron's arm to exist.  .  . Space.  .  . exist. did I pretty much rhyme?

"All right, I'm here for Little Miss SunShine." I heard this familiar voice.

I look forwards.

My jaw could have lost control.

"OH MY PRIMUUSSS!" I squeal, pointing at him. "He exists!" I did a few air punches. "Ya are Swindle! Oh my primus I remember the episodes in TFA you were in; no really I remember! My memory is so solid I remember a few—“ Knock Out covered my mouth.

Swindle's large, purple optics with window shields clean themselves.

"Of course, I am Swindle." Swindle said, quite baffled by my question. He looks towards Megatron. He may be a mech of words and selling merchandise; but he definitely has a spot for TFA fans. Heck he even had a dusk ball in that episode with the Autobot Academy code-word 'broken lance'! Ooops, I'm spoiling stuff left and right.  "What's wrong with this organic?"

"We don't know." Megatron tells him.

"Amy's been like this since she came here." Knock Out said.

Starscream and Megatron share a 'is that her name?' look. Knock Out took his hand off my mouth while saying something along the lines ‘Your babbling is contagious, contain it’. I can’t contain something that cannot be stopped.

"That's not my name." I said, and then stick my tongue out at them.

I shook Swindle's large long digit. Hope I don't get sore from all this activity tomorrow.

"How can tech savvy loaded Decepticons not know what's wrong with an organic?" Swindle snatches his servo out of my hands.

"She's a mystery." Megatron said, shifting towards the side. "Soundwave,bring him--"

"HER!" I yell.

"Bring her in." Megatron corrects himself reluctedly.

Soundwave and Shockwave came in with a spiky rope around Spider-Snakeia's (who I won't call little miss sunshine because.  . . I don't want to confuse myself with names)head. Swindle makes this really over-dramatic gasp. Like wouldn't Swindle be this cautious if she had done the same thing to his ship? I suppose the value in the products don't matter with the damage they cause on another ship.

"That is unnecessary!" Swindle proclaims.

"Logicaly, this is necessary." Shockwave said, as he and Soundwave brought Spider-Snakeia to Swindle.

Swindle grabs both leashes from the two Decepticons.

"You didn't need to hurt the poor thing." Swindle said, as he frowns after saying this.

"Poor thing?" Megatron said in a way that is not nice. "That thing nearly took down my ship with her eggs, nearly broke our power generators, almost got the vehicons to ditch us on the way to Quinterra,and I cannot stress the damage this 'thing' has done."

"She was pregnant?" Swindle said, pretty surprised.

"Yeeep!" I squeak. Gosh, my voice is so squeaky from fangirling at a Decepticon. Wow that is really new.  "Full-fledged pregnant until she laid her eggs. Her eggs are le gone."

Swindle took the chains off Spider-Snakeia.

"Get aboard the ship, Sunshine, and go straight into the cage."  Swindle instructs Spider-Snakeia.

Spider-Snakeia went towards the direction Swindle came from.

“Where did you find her?” Swindle asks.

“You should know.” Megatron coldly said.

“Anyone want to buy a super Delectious seed?” Swindle offers, right as Starscream took a step forward but Megatron stopped him.

“We are not buying one of your products, this time.” Megatron said in a way that made Swindle take a step back.

“But a Delectious is good for—“ Starscream starts to protest.

“A no is a no, Starscream.”  Megatron reminds Starscream, putting down his arm.

“I’ll take my leave.” Swindle said, with an unneeded huff he went away like a boss.

A couple of Vehicons, and a few cons such as Soundwave, Knock Out, and Starscream left. All but Megatron, me, and Shockwave were left from the others after Swindle’s departure. Megatron acts like he has no reason to doubt Swindle’s word Spider-Snakeia is returning to his ship.

“Give her the necklace.” Megatron orders Shockwave.

“Did someone say necklace?” My attention shifted upwards above me towards the very tall Decepticons.

Shockwave took  out a necklace that’s big enough to fit my neck with a silver locket about the shape of a Decepticon Symbol. Shockwave held it above me.

"OOooh Necklaaace!" I grab the Decepticon locket with a metal hooked around the door-key shaped lock. "Thank ya thank ya thank ya!" I am hopping up and down like a bouncy ball. "I love it!"

"My Lord, it won't stand a chance with her for a week." Shockwave tells Megatron.

"It will last longer than a week with her." Megatron said, in a way that could easily be taken as 'no questions asked'.

I actually bounced away like an over-excited-rabbit on high sugar.

“She’s odd.” I overheard Starscream confiding with Knock Out while passing through.

“She is a mystery.” Knock Out adds.

Yup, that’s me!

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    .   .  . Three hours later  .  . Medbay .  .  .

  .  .  . In a meeting between Megatron and Knock Out  .  .  .

Megatron is sitting on a large chair waiting for Knock Out. He seems so impatient for the red and dark gray Decepticon it is practically obvious. His optics is seen gazing around the room. He sighs, almost every few minutes like an exhausted man’s contagious yawns. The red mech comes into the room.

“What kept you?” Megatron’s voice has a strain of an impatient child but a ruthless older man behind the impatient type voice.

“You won’t believe it, ‘Amy’ got Starscream to paint his lips red.” Knock Out said, sounding amused.  “And she wouldn’t let me leave unless I let her peel off all the blue paint. It wasn’t fun to start with  .  .  .”

Megatron did not look impressed.

“You asked me to come here.” Megatron said.

Knock Out sighs, closing the door behind him.

“Right.” Knock Out turns towards Megatron’s direction. "Megatron, she's .  .  . not human."

Megatron’s left metal optic brow raises up.

"What do you mean by not human?" Megatron questions Knock Out.

"Her finger was not bleeding red; but blue." Knock Out said. "She claims to know not why. The two solutions I see is that she is: a cyborg, android, pretender, or a machine copying the exact properties of an organic. And the other solution is a theory of mine."

"What is the other solution?" Megatron asks.

"If she isn't any of those, but in fact part human, then she must be a  Cyber-Organic." Knock Out tells him.

".  .  .I'm not femilar with Cyber-Organic." Megatron, truthfully, didn't get it.

"It's because the Medic field reclassified Techno-Organics stellar cycles ago." Knock Out explains. "Cyber' stands for cybertronian. Organic stands for organism. Techno, as many refer, is Technology." Knock Out sighs as though there is something else about her.

“What are you not telling me?” Megatron asks.

“One of these solar cycles, when she can die, she’ll die because of the radiation on this ship.” Knock Out said.  “And it won’t be because of Starscream, sadly. Radiation is harmful to Organics. Her Cybertronian side has so far developed a protective outer shield from being killed. If the cybertronian side rejects her that shield would stop making her ‘unkillable-‘and leave her vulernable .  . .”

“That is good news.” Megatron said,glad to be told news he considers 'good'.

“Bad news; you may have warmed up to her at that point.” Knock Out said, getting an odd look from Megatron.But this human is different than a Bot or ‘Con I ever met, Knock Out thought turning away from Megatron, I don’t want to be there when she goes.

Truthfully, this unique is quite loveable. The kind where you find it hard to yell at her when she gets into trouble.

“Are you implying that I may fall for her?” Megatron said, with a grunt. “She’s a weak link.”

Knock Out snickers.

“I wasn’t implying that.” Knock Out said, folding his arms.

For the first time in a long time Megatron felt like he just made the worst assumption.

“I’m saying she’ll .  .  .eh.” Knock Out held his servos together like a clawed grasp. “She may be annoying, but, ‘Amy’s like the other best friend who you don’t consider to be a great link. In fact, as a human, she’s always going to be the weak link."
WITP means "Why am I in Transformers Prime?"
Chapter 4: Chasing after a spider snake!-->speedygal.deviantart.com/art/W…
Chapter 5: Annoying two cons, is that possible? --> speedygal.deviantart.com/art/W…
Chapter 6: I wanna avenge my sunglasses!  --current--
Chapter 7: How to annoy Megatron without getting caught.  --Comming soon--
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