“Stay quiet lass…” Meraki covered her mouth as her Sire demanded, the

“Stay quiet lass…” Meraki covered her mouth as her Sire demanded, the mech clutching a blaster in hand as the two hid in a supply closet. Autobots have raided the supply base, and it sounded like her and Scratch Hold were the only survivors. The young femme clung to her Sire as if letting go meant her death. If they could get off base and get a message to Megatron, or anyone for that note, they’d be alright. They waited until they heard the sounds of pedesteps fade away. And even then, they waited for a moment longer until Her Sire grabbed his child and ran in the opposite direction. The run felt like a blur. The halls were empty, but the sounds of Autobot Wreckers making a mess of the place could be heard. Hopefully their rampage would keep them distracted. By the time they got to the entrance, Scratch Hold grabbed her and spun her so she’d face him. “No matter what happens, you FLY. You Fly until you can’t anymore. You fly until Megatron himself tells you to land. Am I understood lass?” Her Sire questioned. She didn’t hesitate to nod, but still feared for her Sire. The two quickly transformed and flew. Neither of them knew they’d been spotted. Neither of them saw the sniper. It took one shot each to bring them both down. The two slammed into the ground, tumbling and near breaking on impact into a warzone below. Meraki was the first to stand, in agony, but alive. The young one looked around before finding her Sire, severely wounded. She quickly rushed to her Sire, ignoring the pain she felt in her legs.“S-Sire?! A-Are you alright?” She asked, panic in her tone as Scratch Hold managed to sit up. The mech only had a moment to glance over his shoulder before grabbing his daughter and pushing her away. The blade came so quickly, she only registered the warm spill of energon across her face and the thud of her Sire’s body landing on the ground.“Primus, did you have to near decapitate him? We could have questioned him.” A white and green Autobot asked of a red one.“Relax…we have the femme, don’t we?” The red mech chuckled. Meraki looked up at the red mech before her into cold blue eyes. He smirked. She never thought that she would see such cruelty in an Autobot before. Megatron, of course. Never some bot. The mech reached forward, but before Meraki had any time to react, another blast fired from the opposite direction. The two bots muttered something as they were fired at relentlessly. All the femme could do was sit there, staring at her Sire’s body. She herd the words “gone”, “survivor”, and “Megatron” before she was grabbed and hoisted to her pedes. She was carried off for quite a while before being placed on a medical berth, still in a daze. She heard footsteps and more voices before one sentence caused the coolant tears that were already flowing to fall faster.“Scratch Hold, our best medic, is gone.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I was in a heccin mood :’DI’ll post more about my bean Meraki in a second, but here’s some small backstory for her!You can also find it on deviantart here: https://www.deviantart.com/tikobithelich/art/Transformers-Prime-Death-of-a-Champion-912682876Meraki belongs to meTransformers belongs to Hasbro -- source link

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