Angel 7
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Chapter Six
Reflector glared at the two bound bots before him. These fraggers had dared to steal what was his! Dared to take the most perfect mech in all existence- and were going to alter him! They dared to do this, and they were going to pay!
But he had other priorities at the moment. He turned to his beloveds offline frame, carefully caressing his armor as he carefully ensured that no further harm had come to his beloved Kup. He then carefully patched himself into a medical port, savoring the feel and very flavor of his dearest's systems. He removed the code that was keeping him offline and withdrew to watch over him as he woke.
As he gazed upon that luscious form, the lovely blue optics began to glow softly and slowly grew brighter. Reflector's frame took a reluctent step or two back, knowing that Kup would react badly to the Decepticon symbol each frame bore. Kup's optics reached full power, and he slowly sat up and looked at the three mechs before him.
"Masters! What do you wish of me?"
Reflectors' sparks froze within them.
'What had they done to his Kup!? Master? Oh, Primus no!'
Spectro's frame whirled about and placing a ped firmly on the sparkplates of Sparkember and began to press down hard.
"Tell me you did not do what we think you have done! What program did you hack into him!?"
Sparkember whimpered in terror and pain as the pressure on his plates grew worse and worse.
"Nothing to bad! Just something to make him biddable."
Reflectors' glare hardened.
"You mean slave coding! Take it out now!"
Transplant began to laugh, "You can't take it out, only an expert can find where I put it in his processor."
"Then you will remove it! Do it now!"
"Or you will do what? I know what orders all Decepticons were given regarding me. Unless you are planning on releasing me /Reflector//, yes I know who you are, but unless you are planning to do so, then you having nothing to bargain with."
Spectro's fist tightened, and he lashed out- punching Transplant hard enough that his jaw dented in and locked in place. Transplant began making muffled sounds in outrage, while Sparkember began to cower in fear once more. Viewfinder began to move towards Sparkember to interrogate him as to what exactly had been done to his Kup, when he froze at the feeling of work roughened servos caressing his ankle joint. He looked down and froze in horror at the sight of Kup at his feet.
"Please Master! Have I displeased you? Let me serve you Master, in anyway you may require! I am yours to do with what you will!"
"Oh Kup! No! Please, my Kup, stand up!"
"Of course Master! Anything to please you Master."
Reflector felt his sparks breaking at seeing his Kup this way. His poor beloved, how he must be suffering.
Turning back to the two responsible, he glared at them. Transplant was doomed as he said, Megatron would take great pleasure in snuffing out his spark with his own servo. Sparkember's fate however, was not yet set. As he began to move towards the pathetic noble responsible for all of this, the empty frames on the wall caught his optic. As he looked at them, he realized how he would get /an expert// to fix his beloved Kup.
He grabbed the frame from the wall and put it next to Sparkember while Spyglass brought over the necessary tools he would require as well as small stasis cuffs and a mouth clamp.
Reflector patted the terrified nobles cheekplates snarkily.
"Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a little while."
Reflector doubted even Shockwave, minibot-connoisseur that he was, had ever seen a minibot this tiny. Sparkember's tiny, dim spark should be quite comfortable. He'd need his strength after all once Shockwave had his way with his processors and moved on to his spark.
Chapter Six
Reflector glared at the two bound bots before him. These fraggers had dared to steal what was his! Dared to take the most perfect mech in all existence- and were going to alter him! They dared to do this, and they were going to pay!
But he had other priorities at the moment. He turned to his beloveds offline frame, carefully caressing his armor as he carefully ensured that no further harm had come to his beloved Kup. He then carefully patched himself into a medical port, savoring the feel and very flavor of his dearest's systems. He removed the code that was keeping him offline and withdrew to watch over him as he woke.
As he gazed upon that luscious form, the lovely blue optics began to glow softly and slowly grew brighter. Reflector's frame took a reluctent step or two back, knowing that Kup would react badly to the Decepticon symbol each frame bore. Kup's optics reached full power, and he slowly sat up and looked at the three mechs before him.
"Masters! What do you wish of me?"
Reflectors' sparks froze within them.
'What had they done to his Kup!? Master? Oh, Primus no!'
Spectro's frame whirled about and placing a ped firmly on the sparkplates of Sparkember and began to press down hard.
"Tell me you did not do what we think you have done! What program did you hack into him!?"
Sparkember whimpered in terror and pain as the pressure on his plates grew worse and worse.
"Nothing to bad! Just something to make him biddable."
Reflectors' glare hardened.
"You mean slave coding! Take it out now!"
Transplant began to laugh, "You can't take it out, only an expert can find where I put it in his processor."
"Then you will remove it! Do it now!"
"Or you will do what? I know what orders all Decepticons were given regarding me. Unless you are planning on releasing me /Reflector//, yes I know who you are, but unless you are planning to do so, then you having nothing to bargain with."
Spectro's fist tightened, and he lashed out- punching Transplant hard enough that his jaw dented in and locked in place. Transplant began making muffled sounds in outrage, while Sparkember began to cower in fear once more. Viewfinder began to move towards Sparkember to interrogate him as to what exactly had been done to his Kup, when he froze at the feeling of work roughened servos caressing his ankle joint. He looked down and froze in horror at the sight of Kup at his feet.
"Please Master! Have I displeased you? Let me serve you Master, in anyway you may require! I am yours to do with what you will!"
"Oh Kup! No! Please, my Kup, stand up!"
"Of course Master! Anything to please you Master."
Reflector felt his sparks breaking at seeing his Kup this way. His poor beloved, how he must be suffering.
Turning back to the two responsible, he glared at them. Transplant was doomed as he said, Megatron would take great pleasure in snuffing out his spark with his own servo. Sparkember's fate however, was not yet set. As he began to move towards the pathetic noble responsible for all of this, the empty frames on the wall caught his optic. As he looked at them, he realized how he would get /an expert// to fix his beloved Kup.
He grabbed the frame from the wall and put it next to Sparkember while Spyglass brought over the necessary tools he would require as well as small stasis cuffs and a mouth clamp.
Reflector patted the terrified nobles cheekplates snarkily.
"Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a little while."
Reflector doubted even Shockwave, minibot-connoisseur that he was, had ever seen a minibot this tiny. Sparkember's tiny, dim spark should be quite comfortable. He'd need his strength after all once Shockwave had his way with his processors and moved on to his spark.