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Characters:Megatron, Hypnos Location: HYPNOS Facility, beneath Rodion Content Warnings: TBD Plot Summary: A young Megatron has a run-in with the beheaded songbird.
Wavelength's 'home' was a dimly lit, circular ferrocrete room. It was a far cry from the glittering towers and singing canyons of Harmonex, or anything else on Cybertron for that matter. It was soul-crushingly devoid of anything, hence why she kept her new optic offline most of the time.
Nothing would ever change, here.
She'd only be wasting energon if she kept her eye open throughout the day, as she'd discovered from being stuck down here for the past few years. When the feeds were thankfully silent, Wavelength had spent her precious time humming to the sound of silence. Her tune wasn't reminiscent of any arrangement or piece she was familiar with, she'd just been practicing so to speak. Echolocation was quickly becoming her preferred past-time.
The former opera singer and teacher was hooked up to an uncomfortable looking server cluster in the center of the room, where her head was hooked up to an assortment of cables and wires, with an energon feeding tube hooked up directly to her chest. Wavelength was restrained, though not against her will; sitting against the cluster was just much more comfortable than pacing around the room maddeningly, looking for a means of escape.
The energon pump began to increase it's pace, prompting Wavelength to quietly begin panicking. It was a response she had learned after experiencing what came immediately after the pump. Without any proper warning the cables hooked up to her form began to run hot, as untold amounts of data were being forcefully channeled through her like she was a network router.
She screamed. Though the sensation was familiar it was by no means painless, even after several straight years of it.
"AaAaAaAaAuUgGh!"
Within moments her mind was awash with security feeds, telemetry data, police reports, tracking devices, and raw information, all sloshing around painfully. Wavelength was never built to do anything like this, and yet her body and mind withstood it all.
She saw a mech, fleeing from the Rodion police.
She knew him, as an observer knows a figure in a painting.
Megatron of Tarn, the uncivil disobedient.
Wavelength had practically been conditioned to recognize him by his appearance, by his voice, his movements, and his followers.
The pain built back up as she found her voice being hijacked for use as a dispatcher, once more.
"ATTENTION, ALL UNITS; AGITATOR REPORTED IN THIS COMMUNITY. CODE: APPREHEND, PROCESS."
Wavelength's body went slack once the process was complete, coupled with the energon pump finally slowing down, giving her a much needed moment to breathe.
It was one thing to live among the highest castes, but at the bottom of the rung? Anything but pleasant. The miner formally known simply as D-16 saw what everyone had gone through. Unfair treatment in general, no rights, not even a name. He saw many a bot perish in their dangerous line of work, and never once did it get any better. It's what turned him to the Pits, to make a name all his own. Megatronus had been the name he chose, learning of the Prime and his history. He went by the name for so very long, until one day.. he misheard the roaring cheers of the crowds that watched him.
'Megatron!' That would be his new name.
And so it was as he began his quest to take to the senate.. to end this injustice. Rights for all. Fair treatment for all. No more of this nonsensical caste movement overseen by Sentinel Prime and the like.
He already had Shockwave and Soundwave at his side, and needed more to recruit. He was already in contact with that librarian from Iacon.. Pax. An outsider who could loop him in, and yet.. one who could be swayed once he saw the treatment of the lower castes. The would work together; Bring down this regime.
Megatron was already well aware of his suspicions as the police chased after him. Naturally they would with these attacks on Cybertron, all in name of the Decepticons. A name he had created. He could always play that they were in no means associated with him, that these attackers chose to act all their own. He would evade the authorities as they made their pursuit, making his way underground into a facility he'd never been in before. If they wanted to take him, they would have to be prepared to fight for their lives.
Of course.. this would work against him in the long run, but Megatron would find a way. He always did.
A single pale blue light switched on in the darkness.
Why were they back? Had she misinterpreted the broadcast? Were they going to shut her off, again? Wavelength couldn't bear to simulate the outcomes of any of the possibilities presented to her. Whoever they were though, they hadn't switched on the lights. It was definitely a person, however; theirs were footsteps too heavy to simply be a crate toppling over, or a datapad dropped. Whatever their intentions, they were most likely here on accident.
An accident could be a very fortunate turn of events, if the individual was enterprising enough.
Wavelength slowly rotated around the large circular room she'd been entombed within, the light from her optics acting like a search light. She didn't dare say a word for fear of provoking whatever had stumbled into her chamber, not to mention she found the sound of her new 'voice' revolting. It was jagged, sharp and electric. Her real voice was melodic and uplifting, a tone that could sing a sparkling to sleep. It was yet another small tithe that had been extracted from her by her captors.
As Megatron continued through the darkness, he moved through the complex. There was no need to turn on the lights, especially when he knew it would quickly draw the attention of others. It wasn't that Megatron feared being caught, but rather.. he did not have the patience to deal with those attempting to capture him. If the wrong mech or femme got in the way.. he would destroy them.
He didn't have doubts of his strength.
The former miner continued his path as he found himself in a circular room, his crimson optics piercing through the dark. Even with the low lighting, there was one thing that he was able to make notice of.. something that would have disturbed most mechs, but not him. A femme, restrained and covered in cords that had been plugged into various ports.
His optics studied her for a time, only speaking when he felt he had seen enough.
"Disgusting... what they would do to their own race. And those fools are too blind to see it. Tell me, femme... do you yearn for freedom?"
Her head turned towards the voice, the light from her optic illuminating the figure that stood before her. As if she'd been looking at the surveillance feed from above ground a moment before, here stood Megatron, alone and in person. Despite being such a well-trained pet, Wavelength disengaged her optic's active remote feed almost immediately. Given that her 'eyes' were supposed to look for trouble on the surface, she'd manage to wrest control of a few more personal functions.
Not even having introduced himself yet, Megatron's words were practically dripping with rhetoric. There wasn't another spark on Cybertron who could've reacted to seeing what she'd become with such stoicism.
As Wavelength summoned the strength to respond, her vocal components clumsily screeched to life in a mess of static.
Even with the loud eruption of static, Megatron was not fazed. He never was one to be easily startled, but he would destroy the femme if needed. Could it be that she was simply that far gone with these modifications that had been so 'eloquently' placed around her? Turned into a mere warning device for any who dared enter? Or perhaps something worse.
Whatever it was, it seemed she still had a little fight left in her.
She very much wanted that offering of freedom.
Megatron's optics stared her down with a look that could almost pass as menacing to any who didn't truly know him, but behind the harsh stare was a flicker of slight empathy. If this was what she wanted.. then she would so receive. Wordlessly, the mech reached for the restraints and ripped them straight away, leaving only the cords plugged into her.
"Should these be pulled away just as I did your restraints.. will they terminate you?"
He was no medic, after all. For all he knew, they had been so far integrated into her systems that they would not know how to function without the aid of the machines. The last thing he wanted to do was kill a new recruit before they could even demonstrate their prowess to him right now.
Hypnos clattered to the ground in a less than graceful pile of tubes before Megatron. It was only a moment later that she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt solid ground; for as long as she could recall, she could only remember the unfriendly embrace of the restraints around her limbs. Her first attempt to stand was met with no success as she haphazardly fumbled with being able to support her own weight again.
Megatron brought her attention to the collection of cables still plugged into her innards. Despite how familiar they felt after all this time, she wanted nothing more than to slash away at them.
"No." she replied. "They provide additional power whenever... my services are required. They do not support my life processes."
Megatron watched as the femme fell unceremoniously to the floor, speaking volumes of how weakened she had been due to these machines. It sickened him, and Megatron would see to it that another mech or femme did not suffer in such a way.
He and Orion, that was. That librarian had proved quite helpful in so many ways.
It was good to know that her systems did not rely on the machines and cables, making the job far more easier for the gladiator. He raised an arm one more, only uttering a single word before slashing through the cables.
"Good."
Once the cables were done away with, he attempted to pull the femme up onto her pedes. At this point, he would not have minded if she had collapsed against him as he planned on taking her back to Kaon anyway.. but he would not have preferred it. "I.. am Megatron, leader of the Decepticon movement in order to destroy the current caste systems that are in place.. What is your name? Did they give you one?" His words were filled with hate, never having a name of his own until he chose one for himself.
Hypnos sputtered as she suddenly found herself running on seventy five percent less energon than she had previously. The feeling was gut-wrenching on a multitude of levels, but despite it all, she was still alive; she still functioned. Now running off of 75% spite, she attempted to stand once more, the weight of the cables no longer constricting her. Now connected with the ground again, the armature and framework of her new body, if she could call it that, now clashed with everything her mind was familiar with. Crimson wings which once soared proudly over Harmonex's skies had been torn away, hands which molded a thousand students, chopped off like malignant growths; her sky-blue optics would never again look upon those she cared about deeply.
It was a brand new world of pain that now gave Hypnos purpose, trembling, dripping with raw energon. She knew perfectly well who she was speaking to. They'd run his image through her mind no less than fifteen times a week, weekly. Bar none, Megatron was the greatest threat to their utopia that had ever been, and likely ever would be. Then, he asked her name.
"I... I...."
Wavelength? No. She died on the operating table, beneath the hands of some irreverent torturer. With such malevolent thoughts running through such a twisted and warped body, it would have been an insult to use Wavelength's name. But what, then?
"I had a name once."
She weakly pointed to the adjacent chamber wall, a word plastered down the front of it. "To them, this is all I am.."
Megatron watched as the femme reacquainted herself with the ground, letting her take the time needed to readjust between the machine she had been hooked up to and whatever other sensations she had to be feeling. If he ever found the ones that had done this to her, they would quickly find themselves next on his list to exterminate, or at least.. have his mechs take care of things.
After all, he needed to keep his image as clean as possible. Let the others handle the dirty work while he and Orion took down the castes, even if by force.
The mech listened as the other began to speak, attempting to say a name at first before settling on pointing to the wall, telling him that was what they referred to her as. "Hypnos." Megatron rumbled angrily as he stared at the letters. Of course they would brand others with a name they themselves had chosen and refusing life to those they deemed lesser beings. "Keep the name if you like, or do as I have and make a name of your own. However.. should you choose to keep the name Hypnos, wear it with pride. Use it to strike fear into those who held you here."
Megatron returned his attention to Hypnos, optics locked onto the femme. "Would you be willing to join my Decepticon movement? I feel you could have a place in regaining what was once lost if you follow me."
For untold hours that name had been her only source of visual stimulation, the only constant in her current, dreary existence. It was synonymous with years of torment, neglect, and downright heartless cruelty. That name now belonged to her. There was nothing left of the being that Wavelength had once been, Hypnos could now feel it as the energon in her veins ran cold, her body twisted and warped, strung up by unending lengths of wire and cable. Wavelength was far too gentle to be capable of anything so strong as hatred. But now she hated. She hated them all.
Hypnos hated them all.
So yes, she would keep it.
Megatrons words continued to ring in her audials. For so long she had observed the nascent Decepticon movement, part of her weak spark yearning to help them, even if only for selfish reasons like revenge.
"I will never recover what has been taken from me."
Hearing herself say those words aloud evoked many emotions. Sadness, despair, pain.
Emptiness.
But beyond that, there was a spark, taking its first breath. Hypnos was being brutally honest with herself, admitting wholeheartedly that she was beyond salvation. Wavelength was, at any rate. Her time, and her purpose had passed without impact. Regardless of what life now awaited Hypnos, she would make sure it had impact.
She tilted her head up to look back at Megatron.
"But I will join you. With everything they have cut out of me, they bestowed upon me a gift, though not willingly or even consciously."
Hypnos briefly shot a glance over toward one of the externally mounted monitors sitting around the room. "I am an outlier. My voice, hypnotic; I compel others to dance, and they dance. With these machines, the Institute slaves this power to their will, turning it against the people of Cybertron."
"My voice is the voice of the people, as far as the Institute is concerned. With my voice, they have made Cybertron compliant, and apathetic; easily bent to their will. Without their tool, the oligarchy's hold on this planet will crumble like anything built upon lies..."
She turned back once more, giving Megatron a long stare, starting to stand back up to full height.