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"-ome on, Moons, it's not even a big deal!"
"Yes it is! Why- What sane mechanism would do this?"
"Me!"
"You are not-"
Megaempress stepped into the room gracefully, and all eyes were on her in an instant. "What's this commotion about?" She smiled pleasantly. As she'd heard, Moonheart and Lunaclub were in the main room. They sat next to each other, in front of a little table in the middle of the room. What she hadn't heard was Trickdiamond, which was odd- usually she was quite vocal. The yellow mech was sitting at the far end of the couch, arms crossed. To an outsider, she would've looked quite stoic.
However, Megaempress, being the excellent leader she was, knew she looked distressed.
"My lady!" Moonheart practically jumped out of her plating. "It's nothing, really-"
"Please don't be mad!" Lunaclub interrupted.
Okay, well, now she was a mix of concerned and fascinated. "Show me."
"I-" Lunaclub tried to protest.
"That is an order."
Shamefully, she handed her the datapad. The browser was opened to…
Hm. This was not what she'd expected.
"Why are you in a porn vid?" Megaempress frowned at the screen. Malware-riddled ads polluted the site, almost covering the paused video of Lunaclub showing her intimate cables, and its interface looked borderline unusable. It was for sure an unsavory place.
"Well, I mean, I was cast with Starscream-"
Megaempress scowled at the name. "Ugh, it's always about that jet with you." Looking back at the tablet, she noticed something else. The cover of a recommended video. "Trickdiamond? You were in these too?"
The bot visibly tensed. "I- I can explain, I swear."
Lunaclub being in shitty, scummy porn was no surprise. She had no self-preservation and no standards. Trickdiamond, though, did. The producers must've payed fairly well.
"Money?" She tried to sound playful, but the disgust crept in despite her efforts.
"Yes, but, um, only kind of? I was going to be a producer until Lunaclub's… film was a total bust." She was silent for a moment. "I tried to quit before."
Megaempress frowned. "Did you not want to do this?"
"Nah, she was bargaining against it the entire time-" Lunaclub was cut off when Megaempress rammed her fist into the wall, denting the sheet of metal.
"Why did nobody tell me." She snarled. A strange rage bubbled within her. Her subordinate had been violated, but it wasn't just that- it felt personal.
Very personal.
"Trickdiamond, who did this? Who did this?" Megaempress loomed over her, anger emanating from every plate of her carapace.
Trickdiamond was shaking. She didn't look like she could speak. Megaempress loomed over her still, needing answers.
"I- His name's, um, Octane." Trickdiamond managed to force out. "He's the one who started the business. It failed when I fl- left."
"Octane…" Megaempress mumbles to herself. "Moonheart. Do you know where he lives?"
She took the data pad. "I can find where."
"Do so." Megaempress turned away to get her axe. She does not see the way Trickdiamond shakes, horrified and afraid.
— — —
Megaempress stood on his porch, a pleasant smile on her face and her axe clipped onto her back. The sun was setting behind her. Nobody else was out. It was perfect.
He opened the door. Purple and black, with white accents. Triple changer. Around her height.
Oh, this should be easy.
His eyes flicked over her body grossly. "Hello there, miss. What brings you here?"
"Nothing much. I just have a few questions about your work?" She continued smiling.
"Ahh, I see." He nodded. "What… specifically are you talking about?"
"May I come in? I'm going to be asking about some private things." She stepped forward.
"Oh. Is this, like, optional, or-"
Suddenly, she rammed into him shoulder-first. He was knocked backwards, falling flat on his back. "For you?" She giggled. "None of this is optional."
She slammed the door shut behind her and detached her axe. "Do you, or do you not profit off of porn of my soldiers?"
"Huh? Your s-"
"LUNACLUB. TRICKDIAMOND. YOU FILMED THEM AND EXPOSED THEM."
His pathetic, stupid squeal filled her with glee. "I- I don't remember them-"
She stomped on his foot. "Don't play dumb. Where did you post those videos of Lunaclub and Moonheart?"
"AGH! They're on-"
"Actually, I don't care. Just delete them." She spat. "Log into whatever vile websites you use and delete them."
He nodded desperately and began to crawl across the floor. There was a desk by the wall, and he pulled himself up to his knees. Grabbing desperately at a data pad on the desk, he scrambled to unlock it and log into his accounts.
His many, many accounts.
All of which he'd posted those videos to.
For fuck's sake.
"Make sure to fully scrub the damn things from the internet."
"I might not be able to, people might've downloaded them, and I've sold physical copies-"
She knelt down, staring into his eyes. "Delete every single copy of those videos. Unless you want to be deleted?"
He tensed in fear. "I- I'll find a way to, uh,"
"Good. Continue working."
It took at least an hour. An hour and a half. Whatever. It took too damn long, is what it was. She had made him scour the most scummy, obscure websites to delete those videos.
About halfway through, she just wanted to be done with it. The process was boring and horrible. So many godawful videos that he couldn't delete because he hadn't posted them… ugh.
Remembering how tacit Trickdiamond had been filled her with enough rage that she knew she could finish- the image of her most confident, talkative warrior, reduced to a stammering whelp was disgusting.
He was at fault.
"So, uh, since we're done now…"
She subtly flexed her fingers around her axe. "I'll leave soon. You won't see me again."
"Okay, cool." He gave her a thumbs up. "I guess I'll get my foot repaired tomorrow…"
"No, no. You misunderstand. You won't be seeing anyone again. Ever." She kicked him in the chest, sending him crashing into his wall. Before he could sit up, she slammed the blade of her axe into his upper arm.
As energon spurted from the gash, he screamed. It was high pitched and awful.
She relished in the sound.
Another dash with her axe. The arm fell off.
She stomped again, using her full strength. His knee was utterly decimated. If she had wanted to let him live, he would've needed to buy a fully new one.
The next thing should be his head- no, there was something else. The worst thing about him.
Raising it high, her axe glinted with energon. The pink liquid sprayed everywhere- gross. She knew the crotch was full of tons of little energon tubes, but now she was really messy.
It felt good to know she'd chopped off his ability to fuck, though.
He was gasping and wailing below. Disgusting. If he didn't want to die, he should've kept his hands off of Trickdiamond.
Grabbing him by the back of his neck, she threw him down. She planted a foot on his back. He was pinned in place and wailing like he hadn't sexually assaulted Trickdiamond. Did he even spend his time doing anything but molest vulnerable mecha?
What a waste of a bot. Her lip curled in a mix of anticipation and disgust.
With a wet slice, he was no more.
— — —
Megaempress trudged back to her bunker, axe in one hand and a head in the other. Her two fingers punctured his eyes, digging into the softer internals within. Energon dripped lazily down the contours of his face, splattering behind her. She'd have to stop before she got home, she didn't want anyone finding where she and her Guards hid. The dark of night hid her from the prying eyes of any other bot who might be out, but it wouldn't hide dried liquid staining the ground.
Silently, she ducked into an alley. Plunking his head and her axe on the ground, she looked around for anything she could use.
Nothing. No towels or napkins or anything.
Sighing, she grabbed the head in both hands and shook it violently. Energon sprayed everywhere, splattering all over her and on the buildings she was hiding behind. Gross. She'd have to wash off when she got back- hopefully Flowspade would be up. Who knew heads had so much juice in them?
Tucking the head into her armpit and grabbing her axe, she slunk out of the alley and into the night.
She retraced her steps for a bit to throw any potential followers off. Then she looped back around, sticking to quiet, lonely paths.
His head dangled from her grip.
A part of her imagined Megatron's head in his place instead. For a moment, she was surprised. Why would she think about killing her husband?
Well, there were a few things she could think of-
And she cut that train of thought off right there.
What Octane did to Trickdiamond was different. Worse. She had wanted Megatron; Trickdiamond had fought back. She'd never been… filmed, either.
(To your knowledge. You don't know what Shockwave has hidden in the Decepticon base. You don't know what Megatron let him do in there.)
It was different.
She had power now, power over Megatron. She was strong. She could make him do whatever she wanted. She was a warrior-
-And then that head wasn't Megatron's anymore.
Nobody else saw her go home. Everyone else was either still resting or just booting up.
By the time she found her way back, the sky was slowly, slowly lightening up. It wasn't dawn yet, but it was on the cusp.
Rushing inside, Megaempress quickly went for the main room. To her surprise, Trickdiamond was still there. She looked ashamed, which Megaempress felt the need to quickly rectify.
"Here," She said, dropping his head on the table in front of her. "He's dead now. You're welcome."
Trickdiamond jolted, eyes widening in shock. "Wh- did you- is that his real head?" Her voice sounded strained. How odd.
"Yes. Before I killed him, I forced him to delete those videos." She stood proudly. "Go rest. You look like you've been up all night."
She opened her mouth, closed it, then nodded. "Right. As you command."
Really? No eye-rolling or snarky quip? Megaempress would have been insulted if Trickdiamond hadn't been obviously exhausted. She'd be back to her normal self after she slept.
Humming to herself, she made her way to the washracks.
— — —
All she could do was stare at his decapitated head.
Trickdiamond had not moved all night, scared out of her mind, but this- Primus, this was the worst thing she could've imagined.
(It could've been worse, Tigatron could've been here too.)
Megaempress gave her his head.
It was insanely banged up, with the eyes gouged out, (She didn't want to look at those empty sockets; they made her nauseous.) and covered in dents and scrapes, doubtlessly from rough handling. Oh, and not to mention the energon coating it. Half-dried streaks oozed down the face from practically every orifice, and several punctures, and it was awful. She hated it.
Why had Megaempress done this? Trickdiamond knew why she'd killed him, even if it made her feel sick to think about, but- but why give her his head?
She wanted to stand up, to leave, but it felt like he was staring at her. His gaping eye sockets bored into her. Was it- was he staring at her chest? She crossed her arms. And legs, for good measure. It was vastly irrational, but fuck, she didn't want him to ever look at her again. If this was what she got for telling Megaempress, there was no way she was ever even mentioning Tigatron's name.
What a protoform. She was losing a staring contest with a dead body part. It didn't even have eyes. It wasn't like she'd never seen corpse before, either! Killing people was part of her job!
A shower would be great right now. She wanted a shower. The nausea rose. He kept staring at her. She couldn't get up.
Trickdiamond couldn't hold it down. Throwing herself off the couch, she threw up. All over the expensive carpet, too.
She didn't know who she hated more: Octane, or Megaempress.