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Megatron awoke to a familiar vop!, followed by hushed whispers in Vosian.
His optics were taking an alarmingly long time to come online, and he wasn't sure why. His last memory was...a battle? No. Not a battle. But there had been an explosion.
Megatron forced his half-corrupted memories to play back. A human power plant. They'd fled—the humans—at the sight of his army. The Decepticons were trying a new method of converting the energy and...
Fire. Smoke. Screaming.
...something had gone wrong.
Right.
Megatron tried to check his internal chronometer, but the software was missing, replaced by a slew of error messages.
"Skywarp?" called Megatron. The whispers stopped immediately. Megatron felt a twinge of impatience. "Skywarp, I can hear you."
At least his optics were slowly beginning to show him something other than blackness. Now he could see lumpy outlines in shades of gray, including the shapes of medical equipment.
"Skywarp," growled Megatron. "This is not amusing."
"You're not supposed to be awake!" hissed a tiny voice in Vosian.
Megatron was taken aback. That didn't sound like one of his soldiers. The voice was small and high and...
…young.
"We're going to be in trouble," worried another voice, a little deeper but still extremely tiny. "We're going to be in so much trouble."
"Shh, no we're not," reassured the first voice. Megatron forced his optics to focus on the two shapes that he supposed was the speakers. They were about the size of cassettes, and each had an extra set of appendages emerging from his back—wings, no doubt.
"Why," said Megatron, "are there two sparklings on my ship?" Sparklings were impossibly rare, and there was absolutely no reason for one, let alone two, to be anywhere near the Victory.
"Um..." said the slightly deeper-voiced sparkling. "We're...not...on a ship. Um. Sorry."
Megatron's optics sharpened a little, and now he could see that the sparklings were a shuttle-frame and a seeker-frame. As color gradually began to trickle in, he saw that the seeker was midnight blue with red detailing, and the shuttle was snowy white with violet detailing.
"We wouldn't have come in if we knew you were awake," blurted the seekerlet. "We thought you were basically dead, like everyone says."
"Stormwarp," gently admonished the shuttle. "That's rude."
"But it's true! It doesn't count as rude if it's true!"
Megatron tried to sit up, but the room swam before his optics. He gripped the berth with both servos. "Where am I?"
"The Iacon Hospital," said the shuttle. "Except...can you not tell anybody you saw us? We're not exactly supposed to be in here."
The sparklings both looked at him hopefully.
"How long have I been in stasis?" asked Megatron, even though he realized it was foolish to expect a pair of sparklings to know the answer.
"Umm," said the shuttle. "A long time."
"Basically forever!" said the seeker brightly. "Like, since before the end of the war, even!"
All the strength drained from Megatron's arms and he fell back against the berth again.
"Stormwarp!" scolded the shuttle again, his violet optics bright with alarm.
There was the heavy sound of rushing pedesteps and shouting voices just outside. The sparklings looked at each other in horror.
"Bye!" squeaked the baby seeker, grabbing his companion by the arm. They vanished in a flash of midnight-blue light just as the door slammed open and the medical team flooded in.