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Part 7

Malice had been attempting to hide her personal and dangerous belongings on board the Adversary, the Decepticons surely wouldn't be willing to rip the ship apart to find what might be hidden...
She was doing one last sweep of the area where she had spent most of her time doing research, when she came across a data pad that had been wedged behind a computer, her eyes widened when she saw it,
"How could I forget you?" Malice whispered as she traced the tips of her servos over its smooth casing, her fingers hovered over the activation button but she was interrupted by the whingeing of her partner; Spite.
"Mal, listen I need you," Spite gasped down the call link,
"Oh really?" Malice teased back, "the last time I recalled it we me that needed you," Malice absently opened up a compartment in the wall of the Adversary and shoved the data pad into the crevice,
"Mal, I'm in serious trouble here," Spite pleaded into her call link,
"So am I! I've been stranded here for I don't know how long with that clumsy oaf, Breakdown, for company, what could you have done to possibly get yourself is a worse situation than me?"
Malice heard Spite sigh heavily down the call link, "Mal, I've been captured by Autobots, I'm being held captive in their base, I don't know what to do..."
Malice was shocked, of all things, she didn't expect this.
"How can I find you?" Malice fired up one of the computers on the Adversary, it was primitive technology now, but since the crash, it was all she had to use.
"I don't know, I got here by ground bridge, it was kind of an accident," Spite was whispering, Malice knew the Autobots must be with her,
"Okay I will do a quick scan for any Autobot communication links and...." Malice stopped when the screen came up blank, "scrap, they're using a cloaking method," Malice sighed, "Spite, don't panic, I have a plan," Malice closed the call link and programmed the computer to let out an Autobot distress signal, hoping the Autobots would answer and she may find a way to communicate, possibly reason with them.

There was a beeping echo sounding in the Autobot base,
"What now?" Bulkhead asked, looking towards the computer screen that had co ordinates listed next to an Autobot symbol,
"It's... an Autobot distress call," Arcee said hesitantly, "no, it can't be, it's too much of a risk now,"
"Open up voice communication," Optimus demanded as he approached the screen,
"Optimus, I don't want us to fall into a trap," Arcee pleaded before obeying Optimus' orders,
"I have considered that, Arcee," Optimus stared at the screen and waited for the communication to open up, as soon as it did, a desperate voice sounded through the base,
"Hello Autobots, I am a Decepticon medic, apologies for the interruption, but you have something that I want back," the voice trailed off into a growl towards the end of the sentence,
"Malice!" Spite called from the back of the base,
"If you are referring to our prisoner, that is non-negotiable," Optimus was about to close the call link, but Spite spoke up again,
"I wouldn't be so hasty if I were you," Spite sounded cocky again and Arcee approached her,
"What's made you cheer up all of a sudden, we're not letting you go," Arcee folded her arms,
"Oh I think you are..." Spite grinned, "my partner, Malice, is a medic," Spite glanced towards Ratchet who was now awakening, but was still very weak, "and you look like you're in need of one right now,"
Arcee frowned and was about to dismiss Spites suggestion, but Optimus cut in,
"Repeat your name," Optimus asked into the computer screen,
"Malice," came the softer voice without hesitation,
Optimus immediately began running a background check on this alleged medic while Spite continued to tease Arcee,
"Her records looking pretty good I'd say, so I guess the situation with your prisoner is now open for negotiation?" Spite raised her optic ridges and smiled sweetly at Arcee, this time it was the blue femme having to admit defeat, she approached Optimus to discuss his thoughts on the matter,
"She's a leading medic," Optimus sighed, he knew from a previous conversation Ratchet brought up that he had a history with this particular Decepticon, not that he chose to associate himself with Ratchets personal life, but he couldn't help but wonder what this might lead to...
"So what do you suggest?" Arcee asked softly as she rested her servo reassuringly onto Optimus' own.
Optimus looked around for confirmation from Bulkhead and Bumblebee, they both nodded silently, so he prepared himself to negotiate with the more mild mannered of the two newly arrived Decepticons.

The terms had been agreed, providing Ratchet made a full recovery, both Malice and Spite would be free to leave the Autobot base. Optimus had deliberately refused to mention Ratchets name, just on the off chance Malice held some form of resentment to her past encounter with him.

The ground bride opened up, the purple and blue glow lit up the inside of the Adversary and Malice made sure nobody was watching before she slowly walked into it's opening, she could see a darker patch at the end of the tunnel where she would be prepared for what awaited her.
Malice took a deep inhale and as a precaution, she revealed one of the sharpened medical tools that doubled as a weapon from within her servo. As she reached the end of the tunnel the bridge closed behind her, the welcoming committee wasn't exactly warm, she was met with two Autobots holding cannons towards her, one of them was a large green Autobot and the other was a much smaller yellow one. Malice looked around silently at the vacant expressions before deciding to conceal her weapon and raising both servos to shoulder height, the two mechs that had been stopping her from entering looked to Optimus for confirmation before standing aside.
Malice saw Spite chained to the door post and threw her a smug smile, Spite didn't appreciate the gesture and turned away.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you," Malice said as she did a visual sweep of the base, "nice place you've got here,"
"Cut the small talk, are you still going to help us?" Arcee hissed, using every ounce of self control she had to not raise her weapons.
"That depends," Malice began, "is my partner going to show me any gratitude for coming to her rescue?" Malice looked at Spite, whose head remained turned in the opposite direction, "I guess I'm asking for too much," Malice shrugged, "let's get this over with, where's my patient?"
Optimus approached Malice, she was similar to Spite in the sense that she wasn't intimidated by his height looming over her.
"You didn't bring any supplies?" Optimus stated,
"Packing everything I need," Malice then opened up both servos to reveal some rather frightening tools, some were similar to Ratchets own, "however, depending on the damage, I may need energon, I assume you have some?" Malice automatically looked over to Arcee, enjoying her obvious aggravation.
"That depends on what was left after your partner and Airachnid got into our supplies," Arcee growled back,
"I don't suppose you would mind fetching some would you? I could use some myself before I start,"
Arcee stomped her foot forwards but Optimus raised his hand to stop a predicted outburst, then nodded to Arcee to fetch the energon, "thank you," Malice smiled sweetly at Arcee, "I have just spent quite a while in rather harsh conditions, no thanks to my partner over there..." Malice began sharpening her tools while casually leaning against a wall,
"Let it go, Mal!" Spite shouted from across the room, Malice could hear her restraints tugging against the door frame,
"Pay back hurts, doesn't it?" Malice laughed to herself, "what happened to Airachnid anyway, Spite?" Malice knew already that Airachnid would have abandoned Spite, it always happened but Spite just never took the hint,
"I'm not discussing that with you!" Spite went to stand up but the chains pulled her back down, she angrily tugged at them before giving in and falling to the floor. Malice smiled at the comedic display when she noticed Arcee return carrying some energon.
"This will be more than enough," she said as she dropped the purple cubes to the floor in front of Malice.
"Where's my patient, we haven't been introduced yet," Malice asked as she turned to Optimus again, she was admiring a sharpened knife-like tool that she had just ejected from her servo,
"This way," Optimus said as he began to lead Malice to the med bay, "I will be there while you work, I hope that's not a problem?" Optimus asked it in such a way that made it sound like Malice had a choice,
"No problem at all," Malice grinned, "my very own nurse,"

Miko snarled at the last comment Malice made before turning to Bulkhead; "Bulk, I have a bad feeling about this,"
Bulkhead sighed and shook his head, the bad feeling was mutual to everyone present.

Optimus lead Malice into the room and stood next to where Ratchet had been placed onto the medical berth, he hadn't been told yet what was going to happen, Optimus didn't want to alarm him as his condition was already critical.
"This is our leading medic," Optimus sighed as he watched Malice enter the med bay and abruptly stop, "I am aware that the two of you are already familiar with one another,"
Malice surveyed Ratchet, she took a sharp inhale and looked at Optimus, "he's in good hands, don't worry," Malice said sadly, she hurried over and placed her hands onto his spark chamber, her optics glistened with tears before she heard a groan come from him.
"Optimus?" Ratchet sighed, his optics came back online, unfortunately the first thing he saw was the Decepticon symbol on Malices spark chamber, "Optimus, what's going on?" Ratchet shifted uncomfortably on the berth and Malice removed her hands.
"We had to call in a medic," Optimus said quietly,
Ratchets optics darted to the face of the purple Decepticon and for a moment, everything shut down, he felt his spark hang heavier in his chest and was lost for words, "Malice," he finally smiled before falling back from the pain.
Malice rushed over and examined his optics, "his systems are beginning to shut down," she said in a panic, "I need access to his spark chamber," Malice looked to Optimus, "can you help me? He's critical," Malice snapped as Optimus quickly approached Ratchet and helped Malice to open his spark chamber,
In his chest, Ratchets spark was pulsing weakly, the colours had dimmed to a transparent blue light, Malice took one last look into his defenceless optics and watched as they went offline, he was too weak to stay awake... The only thing keeping him alive was the trace amounts of weakened energon in his system.
"We need more energon," Malice said abruptly, Optimus instinctively walked over to the supply that had been put aside, "no, not that," Malice snapped, "I assume all of your supplies have been harvested on Earth?" Optimus nodded slowly, not understanding what Malice meant, "Earth is full of minerals and organic matter, the energon you've been harvesting has been here for that long, it no longer contains the healing properties of pure energon on Cybertron,"
"What do you suggest?" Optimus asked hopefully,
"On board the Adversary me and Spite have been using pure energon, its circulating our systems right now," Malice didn't explain anything else, she instead grabbed an empty energon canister and ran from the room.

Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee had been sat with their human companions, waiting for word of how the operation was going, they all turned to the sound of Malices voice, but unfortunately, she wasn't bearing the news they wanted to hear,
"Spite, I need energon," Malice said as she knelt next to her partner and prepared the canister,
"Woah easy, there's some over there," Spite said pointing to the energon Arcee had brought though,
"Spite, there's no time to explain, it needs to be pure energon," Malice grabbed her partners arm, but it was quickly snapped away,
"I'm not giving up my energon to save an Autobot, I don't care if it means I remain a prisoner, I have standards," Spite growled
Malice threw her partner a frown before handing her the energon canister, "fine, take mine then," Malice held out her arm, Spite grabbed the canister awkwardly around her stasis cuffs and jabbed the canister into her Malices arm, while they waited for the canister to fill, Spite noticed the Autobots staring at them,
"That Autobot in there knows you," Spite whispered,
"I know," Malice growled, "you almost scrapped someone very close to me, Spite," Malice winced at the end of her sentence when she felt Spite remove the canister with a strong jolt,
"You disgust me," Spite whispered before Malice ran off into the med bay once more, she then turned to look at the Autobots who were still staring, "bite me!" she spat before turning away.

Description
Part 7

Malice had been attempting to hide her personal and dangerous belongings on board the Adversary, the Decepticons surely wouldn't be willing to rip the ship apart to find what might be hidden...
She was doing one last sweep of the area where she had spent most of her time doing research, when she came across a data pad that had been wedged behind a computer, her eyes widened when she saw it,
"How could I forget you?" Malice whispered as she traced the tips of her servos over its smooth casing, her fingers hovered over the activation button but she was interrupted by the whingeing of her partner; Spite.
"Mal, listen I need you," Spite gasped down the call link,
"Oh really?" Malice teased back, "the last time I recalled it we me that needed you," Malice absently opened up a compartment in the wall of the Adversary and shoved the data pad into the crevice,
"Mal, I'm in serious trouble here," Spite pleaded into her call link,
"So am I! I've been stranded here for I don't know how long with that clumsy oaf, Breakdown, for company, what could you have done to possibly get yourself is a worse situation than me?"
Malice heard Spite sigh heavily down the call link, "Mal, I've been captured by Autobots, I'm being held captive in their base, I don't know what to do..."
Malice was shocked, of all things, she didn't expect this.
"How can I find you?" Malice fired up one of the computers on the Adversary, it was primitive technology now, but since the crash, it was all she had to use.
"I don't know, I got here by ground bridge, it was kind of an accident," Spite was whispering, Malice knew the Autobots must be with her,
"Okay I will do a quick scan for any Autobot communication links and...." Malice stopped when the screen came up blank, "scrap, they're using a cloaking method," Malice sighed, "Spite, don't panic, I have a plan," Malice closed the call link and programmed the computer to let out an Autobot distress signal, hoping the Autobots would answer and she may find a way to communicate, possibly reason with them.

There was a beeping echo sounding in the Autobot base,
"What now?" Bulkhead asked, looking towards the computer screen that had co ordinates listed next to an Autobot symbol,
"It's... an Autobot distress call," Arcee said hesitantly, "no, it can't be, it's too much of a risk now,"
"Open up voice communication," Optimus demanded as he approached the screen,
"Optimus, I don't want us to fall into a trap," Arcee pleaded before obeying Optimus' orders,
"I have considered that, Arcee," Optimus stared at the screen and waited for the communication to open up, as soon as it did, a desperate voice sounded through the base,
"Hello Autobots, I am a Decepticon medic, apologies for the interruption, but you have something that I want back," the voice trailed off into a growl towards the end of the sentence,
"Malice!" Spite called from the back of the base,
"If you are referring to our prisoner, that is non-negotiable," Optimus was about to close the call link, but Spite spoke up again,
"I wouldn't be so hasty if I were you," Spite sounded cocky again and Arcee approached her,
"What's made you cheer up all of a sudden, we're not letting you go," Arcee folded her arms,
"Oh I think you are..." Spite grinned, "my partner, Malice, is a medic," Spite glanced towards Ratchet who was now awakening, but was still very weak, "and you look like you're in need of one right now,"
Arcee frowned and was about to dismiss Spites suggestion, but Optimus cut in,
"Repeat your name," Optimus asked into the computer screen,
"Malice," came the softer voice without hesitation,
Optimus immediately began running a background check on this alleged medic while Spite continued to tease Arcee,
"Her records looking pretty good I'd say, so I guess the situation with your prisoner is now open for negotiation?" Spite raised her optic ridges and smiled sweetly at Arcee, this time it was the blue femme having to admit defeat, she approached Optimus to discuss his thoughts on the matter,
"She's a leading medic," Optimus sighed, he knew from a previous conversation Ratchet brought up that he had a history with this particular Decepticon, not that he chose to associate himself with Ratchets personal life, but he couldn't help but wonder what this might lead to...
"So what do you suggest?" Arcee asked softly as she rested her servo reassuringly onto Optimus' own.
Optimus looked around for confirmation from Bulkhead and Bumblebee, they both nodded silently, so he prepared himself to negotiate with the more mild mannered of the two newly arrived Decepticons.

The terms had been agreed, providing Ratchet made a full recovery, both Malice and Spite would be free to leave the Autobot base. Optimus had deliberately refused to mention Ratchets name, just on the off chance Malice held some form of resentment to her past encounter with him.

The ground bride opened up, the purple and blue glow lit up the inside of the Adversary and Malice made sure nobody was watching before she slowly walked into it's opening, she could see a darker patch at the end of the tunnel where she would be prepared for what awaited her.
Malice took a deep inhale and as a precaution, she revealed one of the sharpened medical tools that doubled as a weapon from within her servo. As she reached the end of the tunnel the bridge closed behind her, the welcoming committee wasn't exactly warm, she was met with two Autobots holding cannons towards her, one of them was a large green Autobot and the other was a much smaller yellow one. Malice looked around silently at the vacant expressions before deciding to conceal her weapon and raising both servos to shoulder height, the two mechs that had been stopping her from entering looked to Optimus for confirmation before standing aside.
Malice saw Spite chained to the door post and threw her a smug smile, Spite didn't appreciate the gesture and turned away.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you," Malice said as she did a visual sweep of the base, "nice place you've got here,"
"Cut the small talk, are you still going to help us?" Arcee hissed, using every ounce of self control she had to not raise her weapons.
"That depends," Malice began, "is my partner going to show me any gratitude for coming to her rescue?" Malice looked at Spite, whose head remained turned in the opposite direction, "I guess I'm asking for too much," Malice shrugged, "let's get this over with, where's my patient?"
Optimus approached Malice, she was similar to Spite in the sense that she wasn't intimidated by his height looming over her.
"You didn't bring any supplies?" Optimus stated,
"Packing everything I need," Malice then opened up both servos to reveal some rather frightening tools, some were similar to Ratchets own, "however, depending on the damage, I may need energon, I assume you have some?" Malice automatically looked over to Arcee, enjoying her obvious aggravation.
"That depends on what was left after your partner and Airachnid got into our supplies," Arcee growled back,
"I don't suppose you would mind fetching some would you? I could use some myself before I start,"
Arcee stomped her foot forwards but Optimus raised his hand to stop a predicted outburst, then nodded to Arcee to fetch the energon, "thank you," Malice smiled sweetly at Arcee, "I have just spent quite a while in rather harsh conditions, no thanks to my partner over there..." Malice began sharpening her tools while casually leaning against a wall,
"Let it go, Mal!" Spite shouted from across the room, Malice could hear her restraints tugging against the door frame,
"Pay back hurts, doesn't it?" Malice laughed to herself, "what happened to Airachnid anyway, Spite?" Malice knew already that Airachnid would have abandoned Spite, it always happened but Spite just never took the hint,
"I'm not discussing that with you!" Spite went to stand up but the chains pulled her back down, she angrily tugged at them before giving in and falling to the floor. Malice smiled at the comedic display when she noticed Arcee return carrying some energon.
"This will be more than enough," she said as she dropped the purple cubes to the floor in front of Malice.
"Where's my patient, we haven't been introduced yet," Malice asked as she turned to Optimus again, she was admiring a sharpened knife-like tool that she had just ejected from her servo,
"This way," Optimus said as he began to lead Malice to the med bay, "I will be there while you work, I hope that's not a problem?" Optimus asked it in such a way that made it sound like Malice had a choice,
"No problem at all," Malice grinned, "my very own nurse,"

Miko snarled at the last comment Malice made before turning to Bulkhead; "Bulk, I have a bad feeling about this,"
Bulkhead sighed and shook his head, the bad feeling was mutual to everyone present.

Optimus lead Malice into the room and stood next to where Ratchet had been placed onto the medical berth, he hadn't been told yet what was going to happen, Optimus didn't want to alarm him as his condition was already critical.
"This is our leading medic," Optimus sighed as he watched Malice enter the med bay and abruptly stop, "I am aware that the two of you are already familiar with one another,"
Malice surveyed Ratchet, she took a sharp inhale and looked at Optimus, "he's in good hands, don't worry," Malice said sadly, she hurried over and placed her hands onto his spark chamber, her optics glistened with tears before she heard a groan come from him.
"Optimus?" Ratchet sighed, his optics came back online, unfortunately the first thing he saw was the Decepticon symbol on Malices spark chamber, "Optimus, what's going on?" Ratchet shifted uncomfortably on the berth and Malice removed her hands.
"We had to call in a medic," Optimus said quietly,
Ratchets optics darted to the face of the purple Decepticon and for a moment, everything shut down, he felt his spark hang heavier in his chest and was lost for words, "Malice," he finally smiled before falling back from the pain.
Malice rushed over and examined his optics, "his systems are beginning to shut down," she said in a panic, "I need access to his spark chamber," Malice looked to Optimus, "can you help me? He's critical," Malice snapped as Optimus quickly approached Ratchet and helped Malice to open his spark chamber,
In his chest, Ratchets spark was pulsing weakly, the colours had dimmed to a transparent blue light, Malice took one last look into his defenceless optics and watched as they went offline, he was too weak to stay awake... The only thing keeping him alive was the trace amounts of weakened energon in his system.
"We need more energon," Malice said abruptly, Optimus instinctively walked over to the supply that had been put aside, "no, not that," Malice snapped, "I assume all of your supplies have been harvested on Earth?" Optimus nodded slowly, not understanding what Malice meant, "Earth is full of minerals and organic matter, the energon you've been harvesting has been here for that long, it no longer contains the healing properties of pure energon on Cybertron,"
"What do you suggest?" Optimus asked hopefully,
"On board the Adversary me and Spite have been using pure energon, its circulating our systems right now," Malice didn't explain anything else, she instead grabbed an empty energon canister and ran from the room.

Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee had been sat with their human companions, waiting for word of how the operation was going, they all turned to the sound of Malices voice, but unfortunately, she wasn't bearing the news they wanted to hear,
"Spite, I need energon," Malice said as she knelt next to her partner and prepared the canister,
"Woah easy, there's some over there," Spite said pointing to the energon Arcee had brought though,
"Spite, there's no time to explain, it needs to be pure energon," Malice grabbed her partners arm, but it was quickly snapped away,
"I'm not giving up my energon to save an Autobot, I don't care if it means I remain a prisoner, I have standards," Spite growled
Malice threw her partner a frown before handing her the energon canister, "fine, take mine then," Malice held out her arm, Spite grabbed the canister awkwardly around her stasis cuffs and jabbed the canister into her Malices arm, while they waited for the canister to fill, Spite noticed the Autobots staring at them,
"That Autobot in there knows you," Spite whispered,
"I know," Malice growled, "you almost scrapped someone very close to me, Spite," Malice winced at the end of her sentence when she felt Spite remove the canister with a strong jolt,
"You disgust me," Spite whispered before Malice ran off into the med bay once more, she then turned to look at the Autobots who were still staring, "bite me!" she spat before turning away.