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Part Three

The Autobots had nearly all made their way through the ground bridge, all apart from Ratchet who had dawdled behind to watch what would happen to the two femmes, who had recently crash landed Megatrons prized ship into its icy grave.
Watching on he saw how Megatron held onto the dashing green femme with one hand at arms length from his body while he appeared to be surveying the other sobbing on the floor. Ratchet could only imagine what horrors they may be in for upon arriving at the Nemesis. The sun was moving slowly through Earths sky, Ratchet watched how the beams moved to form new shadows and highlights on the Decepticons he was watching. His attention then fixated on the purple femme, the sun had revealed a metallic blue reflection off her armour that seemed purple in the shadows. He had seen this before, realising there was nothing he could do now, he hurried through the ground bridge and joined the others back at base.

"Please, lord Megatron you have to understand..." Malice pleaded before the overlord, when suddenly she heard the soft voice of her partner, Spite, chocking through the same tears while hanging from Megatrons clutches.
"Lord Megatron, we did our best but we failed you," Spite hung her head low while Malice looked up with a puzzled expression.
"Failed me?" Megatron winced while he tried to take in what the femme had meant.
"Lord Megatron," Spite continued, "We tried to hide the ship from the Autobots as we heard they were planning a secret invasion that would destroy it, when we heard of your energy signal on this planet, my partner and I tried to navigate it here so you could once again rein from within its might," Spite had clenched her fist with the false enthusiasm she was attempting to share with her lies, "But as soon as we entered Earths gravity, the main engine backfired and we crash landed here, we're sorry to have failed you, Lord Megatron." Spite dipped her head low and sighed.
Malice had been listening with the tears still in her optics as her friend had actually come up with a fairly reasonable lie to cover their afts, she was still afraid of Megatrons refusal to accept it, though she couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of Spites plan. Malice then noticed her partners feet gently fall to the floor, as she looked up into Megatrons face, she noticed his features had softened before he took a few steps towards his trophy.
Malice stood up and embraced Spite tightly and whispered into her audio receiver; "That's the smartest thing you've ever done," Malice then broke away from the embrace and watched as Spite checked her armour for any scratches from the wreckage.
"All that and I still look good," Spite smiled at Malice before their attention was drawn back to Megatron who had turned to address them.
"Are you still carrying the original cargo?" Megatron growled, he was referring to the data that had been gathered from Cybertron after eons of scientific studies were spent researching energon properties, he was also aware of the supplies that could be made use of for first aid and upgrades that had been stored on board.
Malice stepped forward and bowed slightly before speaking, "Lord Megatron, I assure you the ships precious cargo would have been transported safely." Malice smiled up at Megatron who looked triumphant upon hearing this news.
"Soundwave," Megatron purred as his second in command stepped forward silently, "Have the miners come and strip the Adversary of all its cargo, meanwhile, we need to introduce our guests to their new, permanent home." Megatron chuckled silently to himself before he alt formed and took off into the air, Soundwave nodded at the two femmes respectfully before following his master, leaving Malice and Spite with Breakdown and Knockout.
Knockout had been watching on wearily, feeling slightly guilty for what he had put them through. He approached them slowly, they weren't quite the outlaws he had been expecting, they were both small and looked almost shy in their presence.
Upon closer inspection of the green femme Knockout was slightly taken back, she was stunning. Her paint job had been professionally applied and maintained, her tyres were discrete but he could tell that they too had been well kept. Before he knew it, his gaze had slowly fallen down to her legs and he was admiring the use of her tyres, even on foot.
"You okay there?" Spite snapped with a frown while folding her arms across her chest.
Knockout looked up to her face, even when aggravated her features had a subtle elegance to them. "Allow me to introduce myself," Knockout snapped to reality and gave her his signature smile while he approached them, "I would be Knockout, the Decepticon medic on board the Nemesis here on Earth, this is my partner," Knockout then waved an arm wearily in Breakdowns direction, "Breakdown."
Breakdown then nodded to the femmes and smiled.
"Well Knockout and Breakdown, would you mind showing us to our new permanent home? Or as permanent as lord Megatron would like to assume anyway," Spite surveyed her servos again for dirt before looking back to Knockout and raising an optic ridge.
Knockout looked slightly set back, this femme had a kind of attitude he could easily learn to admire and perhaps find a way to control should the two become better acquainted over time, he did love a challenge.
"You two don't have vehicle modes yet?" Breakdown stated in a matter of fact way, aiming his sentence more at Malice who seemed the more controlled of the two femmes.
"Where might we acquire those?" Malice said with a sly smile, this set Breakdown back slightly, he didn't have any idea how the two of them could in this remote area of the planet. He looked to Knockout for some kind of answer, but his partner just shrugged and continued to admire the green femme from the corner of his optic.
"Leave it to me..." Malice finally said dryly, "The Adversary should have been able to survey the planet on arrival, if we're lucky, some vehicles may have been scanned into the database."
Spites optics lit up as she jolted over to her partner, "Oh do I get to pick what I can be?" she asked excitedly.
Malice shrugged and turned to walk towards the ship, Spite then sped ahead of her using the wheels embedded in her feet to skim across the ice.
Knockout quickened his pace to catch up to Malice, "I didn't catch your names?" he asked politely, Malice looked at him and half smiled.
"Sorry handsome, I'm Malice, and my partner over there who you seem interested in, that's Spite."
Knockout chose to ignore the sly comment Malice had slipped into the sentence, "Malice and Spite? Interesting choice of identities." Knockout said smoothly, before alt forming and deciding to catch up to Malice's partner.
Breakdown had caught up with Malice, but before he could say anything, she interrupted. "I'm guessing the optic requested on the encryption is for you?"
"What?" Breakdown then placed his hand up to his patch and realised what she was referring to, "Oh yeah." Breakdown then looked to the floor, hoping she wouldn't ask how it happened, if she did, he would have to lie about it, the less who knew of his ordeal with the humans the better.
"What's the deal with your partner over there?" Malice asked as she watched Knockout roll up alongside Spite and choosing to remain in vehicle mode still, despite them not moving.
Breakdown shrugged, "He's a character, you'll get used to him," Breakdown laughed to himself, "We don't see many femmes around here." He added.
"Really On an organic world like this one...That is a surprise." Malice replied sarcastically before quickening her pace to catch up to Knockout and Spite. She never did like making conversation, especially if it wasn't of a technical origin.
"We go in the same way we came out?" Spite asked as Malice approached with Breakdown thundering up behind.
"I guess so, try and find the ships data compartment," Malice shrugged before scrambling into the hole they had blown open using explosives they saw in the cargo hold.
Spite went to climb up after Malice, but before she could jump, she felt a pair of hands around her waist as her feet lifted off the floor, when she was close enough to the opening she jumped onto the edge and turned around to see Knockout gleaming up at her.
"Careful now," he purred.
"Telling me what to do already?" Spite half smiled as she folded her arms across her waist, still sitting in the opening.
"Hmm, call it, Doctors orders," Knockout winked and smiled upon hearing Spite laugh.
Breakdown, who had been watching this display, rolled his optic and shoved Knockout out of the way, "Move it love birds," he growled as he forced his way past Spite.
Spite and Knockout frowned at Breakdown before both saying in union; "Watch the finish!" Without noticing what had happened, Spite entered the Adversary and followed Breakdown in search of Malice.

Ratchet was back at base and had been searching through numerous profiles of old medics he had been in contact with before the war, a place where he assumed he recognised the purple femme from, why the other seemed familiar he didn't know...
As he was skipping through profiles, Optimus approached him and placed a servo on his shoulder.
"What's bothering you old friend?" he asked in a soft voice as he felt Ratchet startle slightly beneath his servo.
"I recognise those femmes from Cybertron, maybe if we found out some more information we could..." Ratchets optics suddenly widened at a profile that appeared on the screen before him. The blue and purple femme he had seen cowering before Megatron, he knew she looked familiar. "Here we go... I knew it, it's funny Optimus but I had almost felt it, I knew there was a reason I had decided to accompany you today..." Ratchet gazed at the profile to the femme on the screen, she looked slightly different now, but he was sure it was the same femme.
"Who is she Ratchet?" Optimus wasn't sure if he would regret asking or not, but if this could lead to some vital Intel on the Decepticons new members, he was willing to accept the shock he was perhaps in for.
"Malice," Ratchet sighed, "Malice was a medic I came across early on in the war, she and I had both been working on the field, neither of us were to know who were Decepticons and who were the Autobots, it seemed like the whole battle was just a random assortment of fury and revenge..."
"The end run on Protihex..." Optimus stated, he was all too familiar with this battle as it was the battle to release the AllSpark from Cybertron, possibly the most important battle fought in Cybertrons history, though Ratchet was right, the whole thing at the time seemed like a mindless frenzy of anger. "Go on..." Optimus beckoned his friend to continue.
"As you know I disappeared below Cybertron to treat those who had injured themselves on the field, I was just setting up when a femme, Malice, literally fell from the ceiling," Ratchet smiled, "instinctively I went to assist her and ensure she was okay, then I noticed the Decepticon symbol she was proudly sporting on her chest..." Ratchet then frowned as he became caught up in his own perfect memory.

Ratchets flashback
"Ouch..." Malice groaned as she sat up from the rubble that had fallen on her, her optics widened when she saw an Autobot stood before her, he looked shocked and mildly afraid. "Relax... I don't believe in this war, I can tell that you're the same, I can tell that you too are only here for the benefit of your own comrades, because to see another one of them fall would rip your very spark in two..." Malice sighed and sat on the bench before Ratchet.
"You're a medic?" Ratchet sounded surprised. The light from the opening she had fallen through was now shining above her, her armour was reflecting hints of blue glistening off the purple background, her appearance would have been even more so stunning if she hadn't looked as worn and exhausted as she did.
"I save those who have fallen and I train others to do the same," Malice replied with a half smile aimed at Ratchet. "Look at us," she continued, while admiring Ratchets soft features and willingness to listen, "there's a war raging above us, you being on one side and I being on the other, but here we are, giving out hopes of peace through it all," Malice then frowned, "But only where others can't see it..."
Ratchet frowned, "I will have you know I have no problems in being seen talking with the enemy, but that is not the case here," Ratchet approached Malice and took hold of her arm gently and surveyed the injured area that had happened with the impact of the fall, before both of their optics locked onto on another. "You are not the enemy, as medics, we have no enemies," Ratchet reached over to grab a supporting cast for her arm, as he went to move back to seal it around her, he couldn't help but notice how her face lightly brush against his, "this is why we are Cybertrons greatest gift." Ratchet lowered his optics to her arm as he began wrapping the support around the area, when suddenly he saw as both of her servos move and cup themselves around his.
"You really think medics like me are a gift to Cybertron?" Malice asked sadly, looking into Ratchets optics which were still fixated on their servos.
"Medics like you, make me believe that this war won't be what tears Cybertron apart," Ratchet whispered as his gaze met her optics while he traced his other hand up to her face and brushed her cheek.
Malice then had an uncontrollable urge to embrace the Autobot medic stood before her, wrapping her arms around his neck, she then felt his arms around her waist pulling her closer and lifting her from the table, carrying her to a secluded area of the underground passages so the two of them could enjoy this moment together.
Back to the present

"That time on Cybertron was my most memorable experience of the war, Malice and I spent a few cycles after that secretly in contact, but then she vanished, I would never have linked her to the hijacking of the Adversary..." Ratchet smiled, "One moment free of my duties when I should have been more alert than ever was a feeling of total bliss, but still I never looked back..."
Optimus placed a hand reassuringly on Ratchets shoulder once again, he had never seen this side of his medic before, it was a shock to say the least, words wouldn't be enough to clear Ratchets head of this burden, so he chose to remain silent.

Description
Part Three

The Autobots had nearly all made their way through the ground bridge, all apart from Ratchet who had dawdled behind to watch what would happen to the two femmes, who had recently crash landed Megatrons prized ship into its icy grave.
Watching on he saw how Megatron held onto the dashing green femme with one hand at arms length from his body while he appeared to be surveying the other sobbing on the floor. Ratchet could only imagine what horrors they may be in for upon arriving at the Nemesis. The sun was moving slowly through Earths sky, Ratchet watched how the beams moved to form new shadows and highlights on the Decepticons he was watching. His attention then fixated on the purple femme, the sun had revealed a metallic blue reflection off her armour that seemed purple in the shadows. He had seen this before, realising there was nothing he could do now, he hurried through the ground bridge and joined the others back at base.

"Please, lord Megatron you have to understand..." Malice pleaded before the overlord, when suddenly she heard the soft voice of her partner, Spite, chocking through the same tears while hanging from Megatrons clutches.
"Lord Megatron, we did our best but we failed you," Spite hung her head low while Malice looked up with a puzzled expression.
"Failed me?" Megatron winced while he tried to take in what the femme had meant.
"Lord Megatron," Spite continued, "We tried to hide the ship from the Autobots as we heard they were planning a secret invasion that would destroy it, when we heard of your energy signal on this planet, my partner and I tried to navigate it here so you could once again rein from within its might," Spite had clenched her fist with the false enthusiasm she was attempting to share with her lies, "But as soon as we entered Earths gravity, the main engine backfired and we crash landed here, we're sorry to have failed you, Lord Megatron." Spite dipped her head low and sighed.
Malice had been listening with the tears still in her optics as her friend had actually come up with a fairly reasonable lie to cover their afts, she was still afraid of Megatrons refusal to accept it, though she couldn't help but feel somewhat proud of Spites plan. Malice then noticed her partners feet gently fall to the floor, as she looked up into Megatrons face, she noticed his features had softened before he took a few steps towards his trophy.
Malice stood up and embraced Spite tightly and whispered into her audio receiver; "That's the smartest thing you've ever done," Malice then broke away from the embrace and watched as Spite checked her armour for any scratches from the wreckage.
"All that and I still look good," Spite smiled at Malice before their attention was drawn back to Megatron who had turned to address them.
"Are you still carrying the original cargo?" Megatron growled, he was referring to the data that had been gathered from Cybertron after eons of scientific studies were spent researching energon properties, he was also aware of the supplies that could be made use of for first aid and upgrades that had been stored on board.
Malice stepped forward and bowed slightly before speaking, "Lord Megatron, I assure you the ships precious cargo would have been transported safely." Malice smiled up at Megatron who looked triumphant upon hearing this news.
"Soundwave," Megatron purred as his second in command stepped forward silently, "Have the miners come and strip the Adversary of all its cargo, meanwhile, we need to introduce our guests to their new, permanent home." Megatron chuckled silently to himself before he alt formed and took off into the air, Soundwave nodded at the two femmes respectfully before following his master, leaving Malice and Spite with Breakdown and Knockout.
Knockout had been watching on wearily, feeling slightly guilty for what he had put them through. He approached them slowly, they weren't quite the outlaws he had been expecting, they were both small and looked almost shy in their presence.
Upon closer inspection of the green femme Knockout was slightly taken back, she was stunning. Her paint job had been professionally applied and maintained, her tyres were discrete but he could tell that they too had been well kept. Before he knew it, his gaze had slowly fallen down to her legs and he was admiring the use of her tyres, even on foot.
"You okay there?" Spite snapped with a frown while folding her arms across her chest.
Knockout looked up to her face, even when aggravated her features had a subtle elegance to them. "Allow me to introduce myself," Knockout snapped to reality and gave her his signature smile while he approached them, "I would be Knockout, the Decepticon medic on board the Nemesis here on Earth, this is my partner," Knockout then waved an arm wearily in Breakdowns direction, "Breakdown."
Breakdown then nodded to the femmes and smiled.
"Well Knockout and Breakdown, would you mind showing us to our new permanent home? Or as permanent as lord Megatron would like to assume anyway," Spite surveyed her servos again for dirt before looking back to Knockout and raising an optic ridge.
Knockout looked slightly set back, this femme had a kind of attitude he could easily learn to admire and perhaps find a way to control should the two become better acquainted over time, he did love a challenge.
"You two don't have vehicle modes yet?" Breakdown stated in a matter of fact way, aiming his sentence more at Malice who seemed the more controlled of the two femmes.
"Where might we acquire those?" Malice said with a sly smile, this set Breakdown back slightly, he didn't have any idea how the two of them could in this remote area of the planet. He looked to Knockout for some kind of answer, but his partner just shrugged and continued to admire the green femme from the corner of his optic.
"Leave it to me..." Malice finally said dryly, "The Adversary should have been able to survey the planet on arrival, if we're lucky, some vehicles may have been scanned into the database."
Spites optics lit up as she jolted over to her partner, "Oh do I get to pick what I can be?" she asked excitedly.
Malice shrugged and turned to walk towards the ship, Spite then sped ahead of her using the wheels embedded in her feet to skim across the ice.
Knockout quickened his pace to catch up to Malice, "I didn't catch your names?" he asked politely, Malice looked at him and half smiled.
"Sorry handsome, I'm Malice, and my partner over there who you seem interested in, that's Spite."
Knockout chose to ignore the sly comment Malice had slipped into the sentence, "Malice and Spite? Interesting choice of identities." Knockout said smoothly, before alt forming and deciding to catch up to Malice's partner.
Breakdown had caught up with Malice, but before he could say anything, she interrupted. "I'm guessing the optic requested on the encryption is for you?"
"What?" Breakdown then placed his hand up to his patch and realised what she was referring to, "Oh yeah." Breakdown then looked to the floor, hoping she wouldn't ask how it happened, if she did, he would have to lie about it, the less who knew of his ordeal with the humans the better.
"What's the deal with your partner over there?" Malice asked as she watched Knockout roll up alongside Spite and choosing to remain in vehicle mode still, despite them not moving.
Breakdown shrugged, "He's a character, you'll get used to him," Breakdown laughed to himself, "We don't see many femmes around here." He added.
"Really On an organic world like this one...That is a surprise." Malice replied sarcastically before quickening her pace to catch up to Knockout and Spite. She never did like making conversation, especially if it wasn't of a technical origin.
"We go in the same way we came out?" Spite asked as Malice approached with Breakdown thundering up behind.
"I guess so, try and find the ships data compartment," Malice shrugged before scrambling into the hole they had blown open using explosives they saw in the cargo hold.
Spite went to climb up after Malice, but before she could jump, she felt a pair of hands around her waist as her feet lifted off the floor, when she was close enough to the opening she jumped onto the edge and turned around to see Knockout gleaming up at her.
"Careful now," he purred.
"Telling me what to do already?" Spite half smiled as she folded her arms across her waist, still sitting in the opening.
"Hmm, call it, Doctors orders," Knockout winked and smiled upon hearing Spite laugh.
Breakdown, who had been watching this display, rolled his optic and shoved Knockout out of the way, "Move it love birds," he growled as he forced his way past Spite.
Spite and Knockout frowned at Breakdown before both saying in union; "Watch the finish!" Without noticing what had happened, Spite entered the Adversary and followed Breakdown in search of Malice.

Ratchet was back at base and had been searching through numerous profiles of old medics he had been in contact with before the war, a place where he assumed he recognised the purple femme from, why the other seemed familiar he didn't know...
As he was skipping through profiles, Optimus approached him and placed a servo on his shoulder.
"What's bothering you old friend?" he asked in a soft voice as he felt Ratchet startle slightly beneath his servo.
"I recognise those femmes from Cybertron, maybe if we found out some more information we could..." Ratchets optics suddenly widened at a profile that appeared on the screen before him. The blue and purple femme he had seen cowering before Megatron, he knew she looked familiar. "Here we go... I knew it, it's funny Optimus but I had almost felt it, I knew there was a reason I had decided to accompany you today..." Ratchet gazed at the profile to the femme on the screen, she looked slightly different now, but he was sure it was the same femme.
"Who is she Ratchet?" Optimus wasn't sure if he would regret asking or not, but if this could lead to some vital Intel on the Decepticons new members, he was willing to accept the shock he was perhaps in for.
"Malice," Ratchet sighed, "Malice was a medic I came across early on in the war, she and I had both been working on the field, neither of us were to know who were Decepticons and who were the Autobots, it seemed like the whole battle was just a random assortment of fury and revenge..."
"The end run on Protihex..." Optimus stated, he was all too familiar with this battle as it was the battle to release the AllSpark from Cybertron, possibly the most important battle fought in Cybertrons history, though Ratchet was right, the whole thing at the time seemed like a mindless frenzy of anger. "Go on..." Optimus beckoned his friend to continue.
"As you know I disappeared below Cybertron to treat those who had injured themselves on the field, I was just setting up when a femme, Malice, literally fell from the ceiling," Ratchet smiled, "instinctively I went to assist her and ensure she was okay, then I noticed the Decepticon symbol she was proudly sporting on her chest..." Ratchet then frowned as he became caught up in his own perfect memory.

Ratchets flashback
"Ouch..." Malice groaned as she sat up from the rubble that had fallen on her, her optics widened when she saw an Autobot stood before her, he looked shocked and mildly afraid. "Relax... I don't believe in this war, I can tell that you're the same, I can tell that you too are only here for the benefit of your own comrades, because to see another one of them fall would rip your very spark in two..." Malice sighed and sat on the bench before Ratchet.
"You're a medic?" Ratchet sounded surprised. The light from the opening she had fallen through was now shining above her, her armour was reflecting hints of blue glistening off the purple background, her appearance would have been even more so stunning if she hadn't looked as worn and exhausted as she did.
"I save those who have fallen and I train others to do the same," Malice replied with a half smile aimed at Ratchet. "Look at us," she continued, while admiring Ratchets soft features and willingness to listen, "there's a war raging above us, you being on one side and I being on the other, but here we are, giving out hopes of peace through it all," Malice then frowned, "But only where others can't see it..."
Ratchet frowned, "I will have you know I have no problems in being seen talking with the enemy, but that is not the case here," Ratchet approached Malice and took hold of her arm gently and surveyed the injured area that had happened with the impact of the fall, before both of their optics locked onto on another. "You are not the enemy, as medics, we have no enemies," Ratchet reached over to grab a supporting cast for her arm, as he went to move back to seal it around her, he couldn't help but notice how her face lightly brush against his, "this is why we are Cybertrons greatest gift." Ratchet lowered his optics to her arm as he began wrapping the support around the area, when suddenly he saw as both of her servos move and cup themselves around his.
"You really think medics like me are a gift to Cybertron?" Malice asked sadly, looking into Ratchets optics which were still fixated on their servos.
"Medics like you, make me believe that this war won't be what tears Cybertron apart," Ratchet whispered as his gaze met her optics while he traced his other hand up to her face and brushed her cheek.
Malice then had an uncontrollable urge to embrace the Autobot medic stood before her, wrapping her arms around his neck, she then felt his arms around her waist pulling her closer and lifting her from the table, carrying her to a secluded area of the underground passages so the two of them could enjoy this moment together.
Back to the present

"That time on Cybertron was my most memorable experience of the war, Malice and I spent a few cycles after that secretly in contact, but then she vanished, I would never have linked her to the hijacking of the Adversary..." Ratchet smiled, "One moment free of my duties when I should have been more alert than ever was a feeling of total bliss, but still I never looked back..."
Optimus placed a hand reassuringly on Ratchets shoulder once again, he had never seen this side of his medic before, it was a shock to say the least, words wouldn't be enough to clear Ratchets head of this burden, so he chose to remain silent.