Return of SilverBlade, Part 2. Rated R

[SilverBlade]

Part 2 of 'Return of SilverBlade' that I posted a week ago. Rated R for adult themes.

Comments welcomed!

Chapter 2

Inside of an impressive-sized shopping center on Earth, many hundreds of thousands of people busy their day going from store to store, buying things that they need for their every day life. One electronic store was particularly popular. A teen boy had suddenly bolted out of the store, carrying an object which he had obviously stolen

“Stop! Someone please stop that thief!” the store attendant yelled out in panic.

Predacon soldiers teleported right into the path of the thief. The thief then turned around and ran other way, trying to avoid being caught. The soldiers then ran after him. A sniper hovered above the crowd, aiming a rifle at the running thief. He fires and the thief goes down hard on his face. One of the Predacon soldiers on the ground picks up the thief, forcing his arms behind his back, and activating energon bindings on the wrists. He also had another energon binding on his torso, to completely secure his arms from moving around.

“He’s just stunned. Take him to the cell.” The main soldier bellowed to the others.
“Yes sir.” The other soldiers responded and carried the teen with ease, as he was knocked unconscious by the stun shot.

Back at the Predacon fortress on Cybertron, one of the Predacons enters Megatron’s throne and bows.

“Ravage reporting for duty, Lord Megatron.” The bowing Predacon said.
“I just got this report from Earth, someone tried to rob an electronic store. This is disturbing news indeed. We give them everything: peace, security, replicators for food, and housing; and we have people stealing!”
“He will be dealt with promptly, I assure you.”
“What are we going to do about this defiant behavior, Ravage?”
“A thought has crossed my mind.”
“Speak up!” Megatron bellowed, his voice echoing throughout the fortress.
“We arrest everyone in that city, and make them our slaves.”
“Hmm...” Megatron pondered. “I like that idea, but we need to show the entire empire that this will not be tolerated. On every planet, arrest everyone in the most populous cities and the surrounding area by 50 kilometers. Tell them that they are being arrested for not paying their taxes.”
“Arrest everyone, sir?” Ravage questioned.
Megatron grinned “Yes, everyone. And also, prepare the ‘prisoners’ for slave work.”
Ravage salutes “Yes Megatron, sir!” He then walks out of the throne room.

Megatron’s throne spins around, and a holographic screen appears in front of him.

“Firewing, what’s the status on our missiles?”

A tall and red colored Predacon appears on the screen “The missiles are ready, my lord. The launchers are being built as we speak. We should be able to fire them within a week, sire.”

The Predacon Emperor made his face into a grin “These would make any galaxy bow down to me.”

On the planet Kronos (Klingon home world), Predacon vessels fly overhead. Some large carriers are on the ground, while a large number of soldiers are leading Klingons into the carriers. A group of Klingons carrying their disruptors charge at the Predacon soldiers. Only to be killed off swiftly and heartlessly by the Predacon soldiers.

On various screens around the galaxy, the same message plays. Ravage speaks to the ‘camera’ “By order of the Predacon Empire, the civilians in these cities are under arrest for tax evasion. Failure to follow the directions of the Predacon soldiers in these cities will be punished by death, resistance will be punished by death, insulting will be punished by death.” The names of the cities appear in a list on the screen beside Ravage’s image in a split-screen fashion.

The same thing happens on all of the other planets, Predacon carriers come in, and soldiers escort the population into them, and leave. The various cities inside the Predacon Empire became barren in a matter of hours. The inside of the carrier looks like a passenger plane and the citizens are led to metal chairs, their hands are cuffed in the air suspended by their wrists, and their legs are cuffed to the floor by their ankles.

Thundercracker roams the isles, smirking at the captives. “Any outbursts will be punishable by intense electric shocks, so keep your filthy mouths shut for the remainder of the trip.”

The passengers very quickly become silent, afraid of what might happen if they even whisper.

On Cybertron, in a very large building, hundreds of thousands of prisoners are watched over by their Predacon captors. A large purple Predacon with one optic as his face appeared on the many screens in the room. “This is Shockwave, Predacon General. I will only say this once. All males and females will separate. Males will go to the door on the left side, females to the right. You have 5 minutes or you will be forced to.” The prisoners begin to embrace their loved ones in teary hugs.

After the 5 minutes have passed, the Predacon overseers begin to tear the embracing couples apart, hearing screams, threats and panicky yells from the people. Yet the Predacons heartlessly rip apart couples and families, leading the genders to their respective doors.

The camera then shows Shockwave standing at a window, looking out into the large room as the people clear out. He turns to a long line of Seekers.” You go to the male’s area and prepare them for slave work.” They salute and march out of the room. Shockwave then turns to another group of Predacons “And you…go to the female area, you know what to do.” The group of Predacons grins at each other and walk out.

In the large room where all of the men are, they are all standing in multiple lines, each man is receiving several pieces of equipment to assist them in their future life as a slave. One particular man tries to run towards the door, only to be cruelly shot dead by a Predacon soldier guarding the door. The body is immediately teleported away.

Starscream speaks out “Tomorrow is the first day in your life as a slave, and you will remain a slave until we feel that you should be free to go, or if you die. Bribing us will not work, and you will be shot dead of you do so. Remember this as well, as slaves you have no rights. You will be fed the minimum amount your body needs and no more. You will sleep no more then 6 hours per day, and will only receive 30 minutes for eating, every 6 hours of work. Any refusal to do work will be punished by death. One mistake and you are killed. You are easily replaced, so don’t give us any opportunity to kill you, because we will.”

The prisoners are then led down various hallways. As they pass by a door down a hallway, they see inside, the original thief from the shopping mall on earth, strapped down in an examination chair. A Predacon soldier stands at the door to guard it, while a Predacon scientist pokes the arm of the thief with a needle and injects a green liquid into the body. The scientist says in a cold hearted manner “Pain is all you will know, you won’t know pleasure, hunger, or fear, just the pain of 1000 needles being jammed into you over and over. You won’t even feel the need to sleep. Just intense pain.” He looks towards the guard “He is ready to be taken to Megatron’s throne room” The guard grins and walks over to the chair as the human is being untied, and pushes him down the hallways, forcing him to walk while feeling intense sharp pain with every motion of his body.

The camera now shows a room full of women with the Predacon soldiers along the walls, watch over the crowd as they talk and console each other. Some women are taking this situation well, while others are crying their eyes out, calling for their husband or boyfriend, wanting to be with them.

This time, however, the Predacon Thundercracker appears on the screen “Listen up, and listen well. From this day onward, your duties will be only to please your Predacon master. You will do what he or she asks without question. Your master may punish you how they see fit if you do not do as they wish. You have no rights as of this moment. You will be fed what your body needs, no more, and you will sleep 6 hours per night, no more. We will not hesitate to kill you if you do not do as we ask, so don’t give us the opportunity. You need not to worry though, you will not become pregnant, as the Cybertronian race isn’t equipped with sperm. Now, that being said, the Predacon soldiers want to see their new slaves completely, so strip now, you have 5 minutes to do so. If not, your clothing will be teleported off of you.”

The women in the room began to strip off their clothing right away. Some of them get it done quickly, others are slow and others refuse to do it at all. A few of them strip completely, but others leave their lingerie on, having a faint hope that the Predacons will let them keep it. The 5 minutes are up and Thundercracker looks over to the crowd “hmm I see some of you have trouble listening to directions, we will just have to fix that” He grinned as he tapped his holographic wrist computer, causing the remaining clothing to be teleported off the ladies. They immediately use their hands for cover, but Thundercracker grinned. “No covering!” He yelled, and the ladies put their hands at their sides, having no choice but to show the cruel bots their unclothed bodies. Thundercracker speaks again. “That was a warning. You will not cover up any part of your body regardless of who sees you. You are a slave, and you are the property of your master. He will show you to whoever he wants to and you will not hesitate or cover up.”
He grins at the crowd. “Now, the Predacons will be called up one by one to choose their slave.” One by one, other Predacon forces are called and they walk up to the crowd of nude women and select their personal slave. Some women leave in tears, others just take the embarrassment, knowing they can’t do anything about it.

The camera shows Shockwave again, in the room above the crowd and looks towards a floating monitor near him, reading reports of other facilities from across the empire “400 million prisoners, that will increase our output of raw materials substantially”

Scurge walks into the room. “Why use humans for mining when the holo-drones are far superior?”

Shockwave looks over to Scurge, annoyed. “Because we can, that’s why”

The male slaves are loaded onto massive Predacon carriers. Each carrier lifts off from the Cybertronian surface and travel to various planets around the galaxy. Once the slaves are unloaded from the Predacon carriers, the head slave-master speaks out: “You are now slaves of the Predacon Empire, and as such, you have no rights, no privileges and no privacy. The only way to escape slavery is death. Your children will be born into slavery and they will die while being enslaved. Now that has been said, begin your work.” With that, the slaves are put to their tasks under the supervision of the Predacon overseers.