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“I commend you Prime...” he began, testing the strength of the chains that held him, “It was a brilliant move... a diversion worthy of remembrance...” he smirked, muscles cables within his arms tightening as he snapped them forward, the chains instead of snapping as he had believed them to do, seemed to disperse the energy and the chains held. Again he leaned back against the wall and smirked, “Brilliant indeed...” This time he seemed less amused by the current situation, a simple miscalculation on his part and a trap had been sprung and they had captured him… the Autobots had captured him! His scarlet optics narrowed as he looked across to the blue, red, and white form regarding him.

“Can it Megatron...” Prime muttered as he watched the Decepticon commander, smirking slightly under his battle mask as he crossed his arms, “I can assure you, you won't be breaking out of those any time soon.” He said standing straighter as he stepped closer and slipped his hands behind his back, “Wheeljack designed those specifically with you in mind…”

Megatron’s look turned sour, “You truly had this grand capture planned out Prime…” he said, voice low, “I’m impressed… you clearly put quite of thought into this…” He straightened and once more shifted in his bindings. He glanced from lock to lock, once more stretching to test the strength, and finding that no matter which way he moved, and which way he pulled, they weren’t going to become stressed enough to break. But he wouldn’t believe himself to be condemned just yet. The corner of his mouth quirked, and he smiled ever faintly and turned his attention back to Prime.

It had finally happened, Megatron, the slag maker, was a prisoner of the Autobots. This had been the combined effort of himself, Prowl, Wheeljack, and Perceptor… even calling on Jazz for a creative view on what they had attended to accomplish. And it all paid off, everyone would deserve an extra long cycle of recharge time. Even thought they still had to worry about the Decepticons under Starscream, there biggest threat was right here… chained to the wall… Prime’s optics moved over the silver form, yup... definantly not going anywhere. His optics widened for a moment as he caught the faint smile and he grew cautious, stepping towards his rifle that had been leaning on the wall.

Megatron tracked the other commander’s movements, “Feeling uneasy?” he said softly, seeing that he had stepped towards his weapon. This time his smirk grew into a wicked smile as he shifted in the chains that held him. “What are you going to do now? You’ve caught me… what’s left? What can be done with the most dangerous mech in the universe?” he commented, narrowing his optics slightly, “Surely the notion of deactivating me has been suggested to you… what then would you do with no enemy left to fight? What would you do without me?” he asked, arching an optic ridge as he did so, waiting for his answer.

Prime’s hand stopped mere inches from his finger tips grazing the weapon as he turned back to Megatron, “The sooner you’re gone the sooner we can start to rebuild Cybertron after that war you caused.” Prime answered, optics narrowing ever slightly as he stood straighter and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “If you were gone Megatron, then the war would be over all the sooner…” Prime eyed him and took a step towards the other mech. “My turn to ask a question… enjoying your lodgings?” he asked, smirking a bit at his little jab.

“You do know that even if I die, my lieutenants would be still there to carry out the Decepticons goals…” Megatron replied, shifting in place, transferring his weight from one leg to the other as he watched Prime. His optics narrowed to slits at Prime’s question, “Oh I am…” he spat, “You’re lucky that I am unable to reach over and grab you Prime…”

“I know that we would still have to deal with them… but you were our main concern…” Prime answered, “We had to secure you then the others would be easier to deal with.” He watched Megatron for a moment, turning his head away chuckling softly, “You would? Right in the heart of the Ark… you do know you’re being monitored and I would be alerted if you even fidgeted in a suspicious manner.”

Megatron smirked and glanced to his hands, “I suppose then that the hand job is out of the question… that or perhaps your security director would enjoy the show?” he said softly, glancing to Prime before leaning back against the wall where he had been strung up.

Prime sputtered and turned to him, an alarmed look shining in his optics, “What?!” he said, voice seeming to fail him at the smile on Megatron’s face, “You’re not serious…”

Megatron’s smile only broadened, “And what makes you think I’m not? I don’t care if I’m being watched, let them watch…” he said, bring his chained arms down enough his fingers grazed his codpiece, “And you must thank Wheeljack for me, I can still reach.”

He was serious. There was an audible thunk as Prime’s jaw hit the bottom of his mask, he gaped at the Decepticon commander, the mere thought of exposing himself made him nervous, yet here was Megatron proposing to flash his security director! Prime frantically tried to make sense of this, looking quite confused and perplexed about this..

Megatron laughed as he watched Prime’s response to his words, “What’s the matter? Not wishing to join your security director in a little voyeurism?” Megatron asked slyly, watching how flustered and nervous Prime was getting with every word. He smirked and leaned forward, “How long has it been Prime? How many millions of years since you were with that pink girlfriend of yours? I bet in your desperation for physical contact your troops are starting to look rather good… am I right?” He asked gently, watching the exposed part of Prime’s face.

“N-no!” he replied, stammering his words, something about this was making him very very uncomfortable and he wasn’t too fond at all of this feeling. He shook his head, “I mean… No I don’t want to see!” In his mind he was kicking himself. Prime shifted this time, knowing very well he was going to have to leave this room very soon, “My troops? You’re no better I’d imagine!”

Megatron laughed and shook his head, “You’re right! I’m not… if anyone shows an interest I pursue it... and you? Yes, what about you Prime…?” he asked, a gentle tilt of his head to the side as he watched the Autobot commander. Oh this was turning out to be quite entertaining! Perhaps if they kept him here long enough he would be able to do a number on Prime’s mind if he was given enough time to do so… Speaking of which, “Why are you here Prime? Surely when I had been spoken to earlier by several under your command they attained all the information that they needed… so why are you here?”

“I’m not about to answer that question Megatron.” he answered facing him, “Why am I here?” he became quite for a moment, the little voice in the back of his mind beginning to scream, ‘Because I like the thought of seeing you in chains!’ another kick to his subconscious as he formulated an alternate reason for why he was here other then the sight of Megatron in chains. “Well I…” he paused, going quiet for a moment, “I… am… here just incase they might have missed something.” He finally was able to force out, mind thinking one thing, mouth saying another.

Megatron watched him suspiciously for a moment, shifting slightly in his chains as he regarded him, “You’re lying.” He said softly, a frown taking the place of the smile he had been wearing for quite some time now. “Might have missed something, you know that I gave all they wanted… even if it wasn’t entirely truthful but I told them what they wanted to hear.”

“How can you tell?” he murmured, watching Megatron then shaking his head, “This is why I came, perhaps I could get you to tell the truth, but being who you are, you’re going to make it difficult aren’t you?”

“Extremely.” Megatron replied curtly, a small nod of his head as the smile returned and he smirked at him. “There is nothing you could do to me to get the truth Prime, you must understand that…”

Prime eyed him and nodded, “I know… there’s really nothing that can be done to get you to talk…Perhaps its best that I just leave you real to think about it.” With that he retrieved his rifle and walked out of the room.
It was later in the evening when Prime paid a visit to Red Alert in the monitoring station, having told him that he would be taking over the shift. After some protesting on the part of Red Alert, the problem was worked out and Red took the remainder of the night off and was sent back to his quarters… that was when Prime left the station; one of the cameras had been disabled. He came to the cell and pressed in the code and the door slid open, he stepped inside and the door sealed behind him.

Megatron glanced up, bringing his optics online as he did so. He watched Prime, “And why are you here now, Prime…” Megatron said, studying the Autobot Commander. “What brings you here at such a late hour?”

Prime’s own optics narrowed as he strode closer, “I’m going to get the truth out of you Megatron… no matter what I must do.” He said voice low as he stared back at the silver mech.

Megatron stood straighter and seemed puzzled for a moment, “And how do you plan on accomplishing that?” he questioned, smirking at him as he crossed his arms. Well, the best he could.

Prime smirked from under his mask and brought a hand up, disengaging the catches and pulling it from his face, “Oh I have my ways Megatron… I have my ways…”

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“I commend you Prime...” he began, testing the strength of the chains that held him, “It was a brilliant move... a diversion worthy of remembrance...” he smirked, muscles cables within his arms tightening as he snapped them forward, the chains instead of snapping as he had believed them to do, seemed to disperse the energy and the chains held. Again he leaned back against the wall and smirked, “Brilliant indeed...” This time he seemed less amused by the current situation, a simple miscalculation on his part and a trap had been sprung and they had captured him… the Autobots had captured him! His scarlet optics narrowed as he looked across to the blue, red, and white form regarding him.

“Can it Megatron...” Prime muttered as he watched the Decepticon commander, smirking slightly under his battle mask as he crossed his arms, “I can assure you, you won't be breaking out of those any time soon.” He said standing straighter as he stepped closer and slipped his hands behind his back, “Wheeljack designed those specifically with you in mind…”

Megatron’s look turned sour, “You truly had this grand capture planned out Prime…” he said, voice low, “I’m impressed… you clearly put quite of thought into this…” He straightened and once more shifted in his bindings. He glanced from lock to lock, once more stretching to test the strength, and finding that no matter which way he moved, and which way he pulled, they weren’t going to become stressed enough to break. But he wouldn’t believe himself to be condemned just yet. The corner of his mouth quirked, and he smiled ever faintly and turned his attention back to Prime.

It had finally happened, Megatron, the slag maker, was a prisoner of the Autobots. This had been the combined effort of himself, Prowl, Wheeljack, and Perceptor… even calling on Jazz for a creative view on what they had attended to accomplish. And it all paid off, everyone would deserve an extra long cycle of recharge time. Even thought they still had to worry about the Decepticons under Starscream, there biggest threat was right here… chained to the wall… Prime’s optics moved over the silver form, yup... definantly not going anywhere. His optics widened for a moment as he caught the faint smile and he grew cautious, stepping towards his rifle that had been leaning on the wall.

Megatron tracked the other commander’s movements, “Feeling uneasy?” he said softly, seeing that he had stepped towards his weapon. This time his smirk grew into a wicked smile as he shifted in the chains that held him. “What are you going to do now? You’ve caught me… what’s left? What can be done with the most dangerous mech in the universe?” he commented, narrowing his optics slightly, “Surely the notion of deactivating me has been suggested to you… what then would you do with no enemy left to fight? What would you do without me?” he asked, arching an optic ridge as he did so, waiting for his answer.

Prime’s hand stopped mere inches from his finger tips grazing the weapon as he turned back to Megatron, “The sooner you’re gone the sooner we can start to rebuild Cybertron after that war you caused.” Prime answered, optics narrowing ever slightly as he stood straighter and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “If you were gone Megatron, then the war would be over all the sooner…” Prime eyed him and took a step towards the other mech. “My turn to ask a question… enjoying your lodgings?” he asked, smirking a bit at his little jab.

“You do know that even if I die, my lieutenants would be still there to carry out the Decepticons goals…” Megatron replied, shifting in place, transferring his weight from one leg to the other as he watched Prime. His optics narrowed to slits at Prime’s question, “Oh I am…” he spat, “You’re lucky that I am unable to reach over and grab you Prime…”

“I know that we would still have to deal with them… but you were our main concern…” Prime answered, “We had to secure you then the others would be easier to deal with.” He watched Megatron for a moment, turning his head away chuckling softly, “You would? Right in the heart of the Ark… you do know you’re being monitored and I would be alerted if you even fidgeted in a suspicious manner.”

Megatron smirked and glanced to his hands, “I suppose then that the hand job is out of the question… that or perhaps your security director would enjoy the show?” he said softly, glancing to Prime before leaning back against the wall where he had been strung up.

Prime sputtered and turned to him, an alarmed look shining in his optics, “What?!” he said, voice seeming to fail him at the smile on Megatron’s face, “You’re not serious…”

Megatron’s smile only broadened, “And what makes you think I’m not? I don’t care if I’m being watched, let them watch…” he said, bring his chained arms down enough his fingers grazed his codpiece, “And you must thank Wheeljack for me, I can still reach.”

He was serious. There was an audible thunk as Prime’s jaw hit the bottom of his mask, he gaped at the Decepticon commander, the mere thought of exposing himself made him nervous, yet here was Megatron proposing to flash his security director! Prime frantically tried to make sense of this, looking quite confused and perplexed about this..

Megatron laughed as he watched Prime’s response to his words, “What’s the matter? Not wishing to join your security director in a little voyeurism?” Megatron asked slyly, watching how flustered and nervous Prime was getting with every word. He smirked and leaned forward, “How long has it been Prime? How many millions of years since you were with that pink girlfriend of yours? I bet in your desperation for physical contact your troops are starting to look rather good… am I right?” He asked gently, watching the exposed part of Prime’s face.

“N-no!” he replied, stammering his words, something about this was making him very very uncomfortable and he wasn’t too fond at all of this feeling. He shook his head, “I mean… No I don’t want to see!” In his mind he was kicking himself. Prime shifted this time, knowing very well he was going to have to leave this room very soon, “My troops? You’re no better I’d imagine!”

Megatron laughed and shook his head, “You’re right! I’m not… if anyone shows an interest I pursue it... and you? Yes, what about you Prime…?” he asked, a gentle tilt of his head to the side as he watched the Autobot commander. Oh this was turning out to be quite entertaining! Perhaps if they kept him here long enough he would be able to do a number on Prime’s mind if he was given enough time to do so… Speaking of which, “Why are you here Prime? Surely when I had been spoken to earlier by several under your command they attained all the information that they needed… so why are you here?”

“I’m not about to answer that question Megatron.” he answered facing him, “Why am I here?” he became quite for a moment, the little voice in the back of his mind beginning to scream, ‘Because I like the thought of seeing you in chains!’ another kick to his subconscious as he formulated an alternate reason for why he was here other then the sight of Megatron in chains. “Well I…” he paused, going quiet for a moment, “I… am… here just incase they might have missed something.” He finally was able to force out, mind thinking one thing, mouth saying another.

Megatron watched him suspiciously for a moment, shifting slightly in his chains as he regarded him, “You’re lying.” He said softly, a frown taking the place of the smile he had been wearing for quite some time now. “Might have missed something, you know that I gave all they wanted… even if it wasn’t entirely truthful but I told them what they wanted to hear.”

“How can you tell?” he murmured, watching Megatron then shaking his head, “This is why I came, perhaps I could get you to tell the truth, but being who you are, you’re going to make it difficult aren’t you?”

“Extremely.” Megatron replied curtly, a small nod of his head as the smile returned and he smirked at him. “There is nothing you could do to me to get the truth Prime, you must understand that…”

Prime eyed him and nodded, “I know… there’s really nothing that can be done to get you to talk…Perhaps its best that I just leave you real to think about it.” With that he retrieved his rifle and walked out of the room.
It was later in the evening when Prime paid a visit to Red Alert in the monitoring station, having told him that he would be taking over the shift. After some protesting on the part of Red Alert, the problem was worked out and Red took the remainder of the night off and was sent back to his quarters… that was when Prime left the station; one of the cameras had been disabled. He came to the cell and pressed in the code and the door slid open, he stepped inside and the door sealed behind him.

Megatron glanced up, bringing his optics online as he did so. He watched Prime, “And why are you here now, Prime…” Megatron said, studying the Autobot Commander. “What brings you here at such a late hour?”

Prime’s own optics narrowed as he strode closer, “I’m going to get the truth out of you Megatron… no matter what I must do.” He said voice low as he stared back at the silver mech.

Megatron stood straighter and seemed puzzled for a moment, “And how do you plan on accomplishing that?” he questioned, smirking at him as he crossed his arms. Well, the best he could.

Prime smirked from under his mask and brought a hand up, disengaging the catches and pulling it from his face, “Oh I have my ways Megatron… I have my ways…”