Ep. 1.5 Overdoing it (Closed - Megs)

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Her axe's blade was dripping energon, final training drone lying before her, it's torso cutted in two pieces. Too long since last conflict, Arma needed something to beat. She knew couple of targets to target her frustration, but wasn't allowed to take on any of them. She had to deal with training dummies, which programming she knew better than many ones. It was all one side beatdown, they had nothing else to offer for her, than to be her punching bag. But the bag that broke from the first strike, was pretty much as good as nothing. It was worrying her, how badly would her skills rust before next real match with botties, if she was to be satisfied with these piles of scrap.
Though, she was no longer that worried, since they had gotten their leader back on board. On the other hand, she was just wondering, when would be her time to take the concequenses of her... incident with cade back on earth, right before retrieval of their master. Not that she had ever cared about hierarchy on nemesis, exception was her lord's rule. But if Cade had suggested her to have some punishment, Arma would have no word in that matter. Whatever would come to her, she would take it.
Of course, not to forget the amount of the drones and parts of the ship she had wrecked during her distraction, which had clearly gotten out of hand, even she admitted that.
Venting a bit, letting her engine growl slowly, before sheating her axe, and sitting down on the bench next to the wall of training area, letting her optics gaze the amount of destroyed drones.

Had she overdone it again...

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<<Setting this thread five days after Megatron's return to the Nemesis, during which he's reassumed command and 'stablized' things with Barricade...>>

The femme was so immersed in her single-threaded reflection upon the destruction she had wreaked, so confidently at ease in the training room and in the armour of her frame, that the Decepticon Commander had stepped in behind her before she'd had chance to register his field. One massive hand closed about her collar faring and pitched her forwards, the height of the bench and the momentum of her mass taking her to her knees with her faceplates scant inches from meeting the deckplates.

Megatron did not relinquish his grip, adjusting his talons minutely to apply pressure directly over concealed energon lines, primary neural bundles, and the edge of her audio. Settling on one knee beside her, elbow high and shoulder angled down ready to push any moment, the warlord narrowed his optics.

"As much to your credit as your part in orchestrating an opportunity for Barricade's escape was," he began, his tone gradually sinking into a rumble, "your remarks afterwards leave much to be desired. Explain yourself, Arma. I'll give you one chance."

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There weren't too many who would've been able to take her by surprise like that. It required both, strenght, and also mass, something many ones lacked. By the grasp and strenght used, Arma knew very well who had grasped her, and made no resistance, not until she was pinned just above deck, she supported herself with her arms, feeling the grip of talonlike fingers around her collar, knowing that one mistake would be her last one.

Warlord could easily paralyze or make her suffer through those neural lines, destroy her voice box, or even offline her easily by cutting those energon lines. He wanted her to explain herself, giving Arma one chance, meaning it. She remained silent for an moment, trying to choose her words. She could not lie to her master, but either she didn't want to be offlined, yet. "My lord..." She began. "There's not much to explain... Burnt my fuse with him, first time since cybertron's war, and told him exactly what i think of him." She paused, venting a bit. "I realize this crime, i have nothing else to say for my defense, and will accept the punishment, if you require so." Tone of her audio was cold and steady, not showing any signs of fear. If she would be executed, it would be just sign that she had failed in her mission, to act as her master's weapon.

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Arma knew too much, had sensed too accurately due to her obsession, but her loyalty ran too deep and personal for it to be a threat. Barricade had never wanted to be a weak point for the Decepticon commander, the disasterous threat of it being exploited played out all too well over recent weeks. The Infiltrator's torture and near-death state had weakened Megatron beyond the physical, taxing spark and mind alike and leaving a trail of Eradicon bodies in the wake.

Now, however, the alignment bond had stabilised; the spark splitter was gone; and he felt strong. Power thrummed in the hot wave of his field, systems rumbling a steady bass that shunted a ready boost into his hydraulics. Claws shifted to a solid hold, tightening with enough force to dent Arma's plates, and then Megatron was lifting and bodily launching the massive femme into the wall behind them. The target was calculated: she was too great a mass to get anything like the same kind of distance as Starscream from a static throw.

Arma's impact was thunderous, and the sound of her body crashing back into the decking equally impressive. Megatron stood over her, one pede close to an extended fist. "Whatever you may think, Arma, you are to keep it to yourself. Next time, I will have you for parts before you can incite rumours."

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Arma remembered well, when bonding had weakened her master, causing his state to imbalance. The state she had tried to ease, by offering her body, and spark, for her lord's fists. She never knew if it had helped at all, or had it all been in vain, gaining only extra work for knock out, and new battlescars for her. She didn't know, and possibly wouldn't ever hear that, but she would submit, no matter the situation.

She felt the grip tightening, causing minor denting on softer plating around her neck. This time she wasn't even surprised when she got thrown into the wall, but still didn't resist. Closest drones lying on floor, moved a bit, as she slammed into the deckplates. She vented couple of times, before hearing her master's words. She, would incite rumors? That, was something she felt almost... offended. Arma carefully lifted her upper body from plating, not making any sudden movements, and still kneeled down, faced her lord's optics. "My lord, you'll know me too well. You know, that i couldn't be able to do such thing. It would be all against oath, in my programming. If i would ever incite any rumors, i could just as well tear my sparkchamber apart myself." Calm, neutral tone, all the way till the end. The thing was, if she would ever become useless the way she was, she would make herself useful in her death at least, one way or another.
The rumors then, the only ones present had been Barricade and Fairwinds. If there was rumors, Arma was not guilty for inciting them."If there's been rumors about what happened, they're not incited by me. I've kept all that by myself." femme finished, not breaking the optic contact for an second, just waiting for what was coming to her.

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The warlord grunted, the sound only fractionally more a sound of satisfaction than violent aggression. Arma's loyalty was blind in the truest sense - she would tear her own sparkchamber out before she would betray him, whereas others would have more of the self-preservation instincts to simply be killed after prolonged torture, endured in loyal silence.

It was dangerous, obsessive loyalty. Megatron had heard rumours about Arma as well - quite aside from the blunt remarks made about the massive femme by Barricade. Without a doubt there was a pathological fixation at work - it made her realiably predictable, but also wildly dangerous. He could only imagine what her attitude to Starscream's command had been in his absence.

He suppressed a smile at the thought, then stepped back a pace from the Decepticon to indicate that, for now, he was done.

"Get up." Megatron inclined his head towards the sparring room door, though his gaze did not shift. "And get off my ship. I want the Autobot base found, and the more patrols run every cycle, the sooner we will determine their whereabouts."


<<OOC: Close to you? Megatron can be puppetted sweeping out all Lordy and Grr. ^_~>>