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Deep inside the corridors of the Decepticon flagship Nemesis, the Autobot scout Arcee was escorted by a pair of Vehicon drones. She struggled to find some slack in the large energon band her upper frame was bound in, preventing her from transforming. She then winced when one drone poked her back with his blaster arm.
"Keep moving, prisoner," he ordered in a monotone voice.
"You know you don't have to be so rough. I'm cooperating, aren't I?" Arcee countered smoothly.
"You're in no position to be making any backtalk, Autobot," the other Vehicon guard growled.
Arcee rolled her optics. "I bet you two wouldn't be so smug if I wasn't tied up at the moment."
"And I have a hunch you won't be so cocky once you're face-to-face with Megatron." the Vehicon shoved her forward, almost causing her to lose her balance.
The trio eventually reached a doorway at the end of the corridor, where the other drone pressed on a console that opened the doors. The Vehicons grabbed Arcee by her shoulder pads as they escorted her inside what appeared to be a large command room. In the center of a room was a holographic display that a white-winged Decepticon presided over. The Decepticon flyer craned his neck to glance at the Autobot captive in the room.
"Now isn't this an honor." Starscream grinned as he leered down at Arcee. "It's not often one finds themselves in the company of one of the Autobots' most renowned intelligence agents."
Arcee's face remained neutral as she stood unflinchingly before the tall Seeker.
"My troops informed me that you happen to be in possession of vital access codes to the Ark's transwarp routes," Starscream mused. He then casually readied his sidearm null rays. "If you wish to see the next cycle, I suggest you start divulging those codes to me."
Arcee tiled her helm. "It wouldn't hurt to ask nicely."
Starscream surged forward and lifted Arcee up by her neck. "How's this for nice: give me the codes, unless you prefer being dismantled down to your spark chamber while still conscious."
"I'm not afraid of you, Starscream. You're no Megatron."
Arcee knew she hit a nerve from the way Starscream's glare deepened as he gritted his dental plating.
"Speaking of which, where is Lord Megatron?" one of the Vehicon drones asked. "I thought he was going to interrogate the prisoner."
"Silence!" Starscream threw Arcee onto her side on the ground. "Megatron is currently busy elsewhere with more important matters."
Arcee couldn't help but seize the opportunity. "It must've been important if he decided to delegate lower-priority tasks to you."
Starscream's red optics flared as he loomed over where Arcee sat before him. "And here I thought that little yellow runt was the most talkative pest you Autobots had to offer."
Arcee shrugged in her bindings. "What can I say? I like making the most of my present company."
"Well then, allow me to make your stay more accommodating." Starscream leaned closer to Arcee, before pulling out a thick roll of industrial tape. He ripped off a large strip which he pressed over Arcee's lips, causing her to grunt underneath his palms.
"There. Much better."
"Ghht frrgged," Arcee grumbled behind her taped lips.
"Uh, Commander Starscream? How is she going to give us the codes if she can't speak?" one of the Vehicons spoke up.
"I'll give her some time in the brig for the gravity of her situation to set in. After that, she will be ready to talk." Starscream's glare never left Arcee's bound frame. His optical ridges rose as another idea clicked in his processor. "If not..."
Starscream pulled out another strip of tape and drew a Decepticon symbol on its surface. He then sealed the tape over Arcee's Autobot badge and covered it with the Decepticon insignia, grinning at the sound of her muffled protests as she struggled to escape his grip.
"Then she will make quite the alluring trophy for our eventual triumph over the Autobots," Starscream drawled.
Arcee's face contorted into a scowl as her blue optics flashed with anger.
"Consider my words, little Autobot. You have very little options at the moment." Starscream then waved a servo to the Vehicons. "Take her away."
The Vehicons lifted Arcee back onto her feet and ushered her out of the command room. Her muzzled yelling began to fade as she was marched further down the corridor. A few moments later, Starscream grinned as he pulled up the security footage in one of the brig's cell blocks. The doors of one cell opened, allowing the Vehicons to shove Arcee none too gently inside before slamming the doors behind her. Arcee got back up and kicked her feet against the locked doors, swearing vengeance behind her gag all the while. Defeated, she huffed as she sagged her shoulders and glanced up to find the camera monitoring her every move. She glared defiantly at the recording device, knowing full well Starscream was relishing in each second of her captivity.
The Air Commander's grin widened as he drummed his digits on the console. "Struggle all you like, Autobot. Everything breaks in time with just the right amount of pressure..."

Description
Deep inside the corridors of the Decepticon flagship Nemesis, the Autobot scout Arcee was escorted by a pair of Vehicon drones. She struggled to find some slack in the large energon band her upper frame was bound in, preventing her from transforming. She then winced when one drone poked her back with his blaster arm.
"Keep moving, prisoner," he ordered in a monotone voice.
"You know you don't have to be so rough. I'm cooperating, aren't I?" Arcee countered smoothly.
"You're in no position to be making any backtalk, Autobot," the other Vehicon guard growled.
Arcee rolled her optics. "I bet you two wouldn't be so smug if I wasn't tied up at the moment."
"And I have a hunch you won't be so cocky once you're face-to-face with Megatron." the Vehicon shoved her forward, almost causing her to lose her balance.
The trio eventually reached a doorway at the end of the corridor, where the other drone pressed on a console that opened the doors. The Vehicons grabbed Arcee by her shoulder pads as they escorted her inside what appeared to be a large command room. In the center of a room was a holographic display that a white-winged Decepticon presided over. The Decepticon flyer craned his neck to glance at the Autobot captive in the room.
"Now isn't this an honor." Starscream grinned as he leered down at Arcee. "It's not often one finds themselves in the company of one of the Autobots' most renowned intelligence agents."
Arcee's face remained neutral as she stood unflinchingly before the tall Seeker.
"My troops informed me that you happen to be in possession of vital access codes to the Ark's transwarp routes," Starscream mused. He then casually readied his sidearm null rays. "If you wish to see the next cycle, I suggest you start divulging those codes to me."
Arcee tiled her helm. "It wouldn't hurt to ask nicely."
Starscream surged forward and lifted Arcee up by her neck. "How's this for nice: give me the codes, unless you prefer being dismantled down to your spark chamber while still conscious."
"I'm not afraid of you, Starscream. You're no Megatron."
Arcee knew she hit a nerve from the way Starscream's glare deepened as he gritted his dental plating.
"Speaking of which, where is Lord Megatron?" one of the Vehicon drones asked. "I thought he was going to interrogate the prisoner."
"Silence!" Starscream threw Arcee onto her side on the ground. "Megatron is currently busy elsewhere with more important matters."
Arcee couldn't help but seize the opportunity. "It must've been important if he decided to delegate lower-priority tasks to you."
Starscream's red optics flared as he loomed over where Arcee sat before him. "And here I thought that little yellow runt was the most talkative pest you Autobots had to offer."
Arcee shrugged in her bindings. "What can I say? I like making the most of my present company."
"Well then, allow me to make your stay more accommodating." Starscream leaned closer to Arcee, before pulling out a thick roll of industrial tape. He ripped off a large strip which he pressed over Arcee's lips, causing her to grunt underneath his palms.
"There. Much better."
"Ghht frrgged," Arcee grumbled behind her taped lips.
"Uh, Commander Starscream? How is she going to give us the codes if she can't speak?" one of the Vehicons spoke up.
"I'll give her some time in the brig for the gravity of her situation to set in. After that, she will be ready to talk." Starscream's glare never left Arcee's bound frame. His optical ridges rose as another idea clicked in his processor. "If not..."
Starscream pulled out another strip of tape and drew a Decepticon symbol on its surface. He then sealed the tape over Arcee's Autobot badge and covered it with the Decepticon insignia, grinning at the sound of her muffled protests as she struggled to escape his grip.
"Then she will make quite the alluring trophy for our eventual triumph over the Autobots," Starscream drawled.
Arcee's face contorted into a scowl as her blue optics flashed with anger.
"Consider my words, little Autobot. You have very little options at the moment." Starscream then waved a servo to the Vehicons. "Take her away."
The Vehicons lifted Arcee back onto her feet and ushered her out of the command room. Her muzzled yelling began to fade as she was marched further down the corridor. A few moments later, Starscream grinned as he pulled up the security footage in one of the brig's cell blocks. The doors of one cell opened, allowing the Vehicons to shove Arcee none too gently inside before slamming the doors behind her. Arcee got back up and kicked her feet against the locked doors, swearing vengeance behind her gag all the while. Defeated, she huffed as she sagged her shoulders and glanced up to find the camera monitoring her every move. She glared defiantly at the recording device, knowing full well Starscream was relishing in each second of her captivity.
The Air Commander's grin widened as he drummed his digits on the console. "Struggle all you like, Autobot. Everything breaks in time with just the right amount of pressure..."