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Trailcutter goes ramrod-straight, plating rattling in shock as the first tones of the voice.  That voice.

The voice that haunts his nightmares. The one that tortures him relentlessly, making him beg even in sleep and not giving any mercy every damn time. Until he can finally wake up and see that he is alone inside his hab, doors locked and windows darkened.

His first instinct is to create a bubble and he would have done it, if his processor wasn’t screaming at him, sending him memory files from the last time this happenen and how it ended.

His legs twitch, arms going to his hips to find that his handheld weapon is not even close by. Its back on the shuttle. Trailcutter is cursing his own stupidity and name right now.

He wants to move, to run as fast as he can, to turn around or to try and rip the mech apart. 

But he is frozen. 

Unable to move.

And just as the first signs of his bubble appear, crackling energy racing down his arms to the generators in his palms, digits stroke over his neck. And everything stops.

Trailcutters vents hitch, optics behind his visor going even wider and birghter, all the while his biolights dim down, his reflection in the glass dimming as well. 

And he can see...

“Ni... Night outside..” he whispers, the only thing he can really do, his vocal cords feel as if someone was squeezing his throat and not letting go.

“Lights of the .... attractions and buildings dancing in the glass of every window... masses of aliens, bots, things I.. things I dont know...” his plating is clamped tight to his form now and he doesn’t dare to even shiver. His processor is racing though, trying to come up with a solution to this problem.

And then his optics stray upwards and on the mirror image of himself and - 

(This will not take place during the event!)

Gala looked at the decepticon and froze in fear. If their was one thing that terrified her it was a decepticon. Especially this one. How did he get here! Where did he come from?

Gala took a step back and cried “ please leave Gala alone...”She signed faintly with tearfully eyes.

Even though Kaon might be the head of their communications but that doesn’t mean Tarn keeps his optics on everything. Tarn had to keep to his rulebook and continue being the strict leader of the DJD. But there’s an Autobot signal on the Peaceful Tyranny. Definitely not Pharma’s and not from his own doing. Well, Helex’s bet might’ve just gone out the window. Sorry Helex.

Ultra Magnus couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Kaon had somehow managed to find out about Gala and from the sound of it, was using her to lure him out. Despicable. Utterly despicable. He took a slow careful vent in, squeezing his optics shut, ::You’re a coward, you know that? Using a small, defenseless child to get me. I don’t know how you can sleep at night, knowing the things you do... Fine. You win... I’ll be there soon, but don’t you dare hurt her, Kaon.::

Opening his optics, he stares down at his servos for a quiet moment before he presses the button in his servo, activating the sequence to disengage the armor. Minimus steps down and literally starts trembling as he begins to take off his second armor. He hated this. He hated being in his irreducible form, but if it meant saving Gala then he would put aside his discomfort and give himself willingly to Kaon in her place.

“Oh, come now, you simply don’t know your place…”

That voice still has such a peculiar effect on him.

It is scaring him, making him feel cold and causes painful memories of pleads and begging rising in his processor, clouding everything in haze.

On the other side, the voice makes him angry, so damn angry that it makes his arms and servos tingle in stored charge, the generators for his forcefields trying to activate on its own.

Which would be dumb idea. A very dumb one.

He does not want to admit it, but he is scared. And after what happened with his Captain and... yeah.. he really didn’t want to see that mech again.

::I am not scared!:: His voice over the com-line does not shake, it is barely firm but he manages to not break. 

:: Even if you know my name, even if you have my com-line, and where the Pit did you even get it?, I will never enjoy playing with you!:: he growls.

That voice...

He knows that voice, had pleaded to it, had begged. And had been denied.

It brings pain, it brings memories he so dearly wanted to forget, he wanted to run from. But he can’t.

:: Kaon..:: he grinds out between his teeth, even if he answers the others com, making sure to hide his sending position.::What do you mean? What are you doing with my Captain?::