Ep 0.5 - Homecoming.

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It had been quite a surprise that Arma had returned back to Nemesis so quickly, as she usually took at least three days during her trips on earth. It had also been pretty much surprise as first one marching out of the groundbrige, was long time missing con, badly beaten down one also. She hadn't even called Knockout, since she was absolutely sure that traitor would be executed right away. She had now abandoned the weapon threating, and was leading him towards the control room.

Warcry himself didn't resist, he was now going straight in front Megatron, the one he had real need to meet. Though, he just thought how Megatron might response in Arma's charges about him. She said Warcry was a traitor, and had made him completely helpless, to be unable to resist transporting to the Nemesis. His both arms were just hanging at his sides, energon and hydraulic fluid leaking down his torso.

They came in front of the door, leading into control room, couple of eradicons hanging outside. "You." Arma pointed them, calling them closer. "Watch him, and as i call you, bring him in." She ordered, even if she wasn't any sort of commander, she had crushed enough many eradicons by her own hands, that many of them simply were too arfraid to disobey, if she ordered something.

The door opened, and Arma stepped in, as the door closed right after her, before Warcry had any kind of peek inside. She walked forward, her optics caught soon massive, yet majestetic form of decepticon leader, at his own place. As she was close enough, she rised her optics into him, remaining silent for an while, before her battlemask withdrew. "Lord Megatron, first of all, i apologize for returning without any information about new energon resources, so quickly. However, i had good reason for that." She turned at sideways, facing the door. "Bring him in." As she said it, the door opened with hissing sound, and beaten up Warcry, took a step inside.

The eradicons escorted massive warrior next to Arma, who noted them to leave. As she turned her face towards Warcry she noticed he was rising his sight on decepticon warlord, and hitted him on his head. "Don't you dare look at him, you filthy traitor. And kneel before mighty Lord Megatron." With that, she kicked behind his knee joints, dropping him instantly on his knees. He remained silent, like waiting for chance to speak, but just wondered, when might be time for something like that.
"I found this traitor, Warcry from earth. My logs say he's been missing at least couple of centuries now. I don't know what has he done all this time, but it is possible that he has crossed the line, and is now at the ranks of the autobots. Despite his sigil, it might be to fool us, to be able to spy on us." She finished her charges. She just believed everything she had said, though Warcry would've laughed, if he wasn't... scared, of how Megatron would deal with it.

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Arma's devout enthusiasm was always welcomed in the warlord's presence, particularly as it was the not the simpering brand of praise that Starscream exercise. Megatron stepped down from the raised throne with a short nod to the femme, his field conveying his approval. Here was a Decepticon who more than earnt their fuel.

Coming to stand directly above Warcry, his pedes in the optical line of the bowed mech, Megatron idly produced a shockstick from his subspace. "Is Arma correct, Warcry? Have you been tempted away by insipid Auotbot ideals, or have you served me faithfully, as this proud warrior has always done?"

It was usually best to let a soldier dig their own hole. Sometimes, it was just fun, as well.

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Warcry heard, as the leader of Decepticons started to close in. As he heard steps closer and closer, and barely saw femme at his side taking step further, his spark felt trembling, his field flickering, as the only one he had ever feared (until now), was now this close, and might just end his very existense, if he wouldn't have good explanation. He remained silent, as the pedes of his true leader came to his sight. He still didn't dare to rise his sight, Arma would've just used the chance to beat him again. And, he was, in fact too arfraid to look Megatron into his optics.

As Megatron asked him, was Arma correct, had he been tempted away by Bot ideals. It took him a while to be able to answer. "My lord... Not once, as have i been functioning, has the idea of betraying you crossed my mind. I left Cybertron, long time ago, to hunt down escaped autobots, as i thought was the right thing to do. Even if i wouldn't do that, i would've simply been too arfraid of your wrath, to be able to face you at the ranks of the Autobots. Cause through my existense, until today..." She gave Arma a careful glance. "I haven't feared anything else, but your wrath, my lord..." He gave his explanation, hoping him to believe it.

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Megatron's voice was a lazy rumble. "You were right to fear me." Then he placed the shockstick between the kneeling mech's shoulder armaments.

It was a relatively low setting, eliciting a hitched elevation in cooling and a tightening of parts, but nothing like the agony that the device could inflict. He was aware of the two mecha's history, murky as it was, and was playing a hunch that perhaps Arma only needed to see Warcry suffer at their Master's hand to be satisfied.

Holding the shockstick in place, Megatron cast his gaze to the stocky femme. "The war has scattered the Decepticon forces, Arma, and those that have sought me out have done so precisely because they are still devout. The traitors move into the Autobot's fold, or vanish into spacce. Have you any evidence to support your claim of Warcry's treachery?"

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Arma listened emotionless, her arms crossed over her chest. She listened his explanation, his reasons to not jump into Autobot's ranks. Fear, the feeling that Arma hadn't felt since the Cybertron. No that she would've felt much else either. She had supressed them, all of them. Hatried, yearning, sadness, happiness, everything. She was a warrior, she didn't need such feelings, her duty was everything that mattered. Her duty for her master, whom she had served loyalty through the war, and would serve, until her spark would die. Unlike fearfull warrior in front of her, she knew he had these all, but this loyalty. She didn't believe it, as much as he claimed it.

As Megatron placed the shockstick agains the body of the warrior, whose body now twitched in front of her, she just looked, knowing he got what he deserved. But the words her lord next said to her, were pretty surprising for her. She looked at him, still emotionless, but same time, her optics had disbelief look in them. Did he really believe, what this traitor said!? Sure, he surely had been scared of Lord Megatron, many ones were, and the traitors were the ones that really had reason for that. She did not believe in his story, but she also wasn't able to say anything else against his leader. "No, i don't have." She turned her face back to the kneeled warrior. "However, i've got something i need to ask from him." She took a step forward, her field remaining still emotionless state, as she looked at him. Her arms dropped on her sides, as she asked. "As you left Cybertron, you took Firestorm, one of our infamous warriors with you. Where is she. Where, is Firestorm." He flinched, and remained silent for an second. "And don't try lying to me." She threated, as he rised his head a bit. "She's dead." As she heard those words, happened something that hadn't happen in ages. Her optics, like her whole essence, was in disbelief.

The next happening, hadn't either happened. Arma's field started to flicker, her arms trembled, as she clenched her fists so hard. The glow in her optics just got stronger. "I told you... not try lying to me!" Her voice got bit louder than before. "The group of autobots was simply more powerful we ever expected, she faced her end..." His sentence was cutted, as Arma's hand already grabbed a hold of his head, and lifted him in the air. "You'll shut your audio right now, if you still wish to function." Her voice was filled with hatried, and rage. The feelings she had supressed through many centuries, were now very close of exploding. "I have no reason to lie." He felt her grip tightening up, as her optics seemed like burning through the hatried. "Lord Megatron, i deeply apologize, but we still cannot trust him. I'll save you the bother, and get rid of him myself!!!" Her rage, finally exploded. She tossed the warrior on ground, grabbing her battle axe, and marched in front of him.

He tried to get up, but as his arms were still useless, it was easier said than done. He was just able to look, as the femme's figure creeped above him, locking her burning optics in the only seeing one of his. "I should've done this ages ago, back in Cybertron, it would've saved me through lot!!" She yelled, and lifted the axe above her head, prepared to finish defenceless warrior. She was in state, where she could not listen any orders, nor at least she couldn't obey them.

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Megatron caught the femme's raised arm by the wrist, twisting it back and dropping her like an anvil to the deck in the same, smooth motion. Once Arma was on her knees, he pulled the limb up harder for good measure. "Do not presume you have the power to terminate my troops, Arma," he hissed, the angered warning cutting through her field already crushed back by the billowing flare of his.

His heated gaze slid to Warcry next. "Go to the repair bay and have Knockout see to you. Then report to Soundwave for a thorough assessment. If his findings are satisfactory, I will find use for you."

Another twist of the arm, scythe-like fingers tightening. "If that's quite alright with you, Arma."

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Arma didn't even realize what really happened, as her master already had grabbed her arm twisting it, and dropped her really quick. She was already about to get up, and push her luck, attacking Warcry again. Her motion stopped, however, as her sight was gaught by Megatrons. She felt no pain from his rough actions, during her state, but the words, and the way he said them. They shook her, enough that she, at least somehow came to her senses.

As she realized, how she had acted, she immediatedly stopped resisting. She did not look at him, as he told Warcry what to do. The hate in her optics did not vanish, as she looked at Warcry, that now struggled himself up, and standing. As he left, she still wasn't able to look at her master. As she heard his words, and felt the twist tightening grip in her arm, she felt pain, but her field was back in emotionless state. It took her a while to be able to answer. "All i thought, was your best, my lord. Even if i want, and will follow your orders, i can't never again accept him, as decepticon..." She paused. "But your word is absolute, and i still want to follow you. I've confined my hatried for centuries already, i can stand it... for few years more, at least." She finished. She didn't struggle, she didn't say a word any more, she just waited. Megatron himself was the only reason she had fought this far. The one she had fought for, and wished to fight for in future, also.