“The details, Stunticon.”  

　　Motormaster glowered, but accessed the table’s console anyway, sweeping the digital files across the table for Starscream to read.  Immediately Starscream started flicking through them, wearing a look that made Soundwave uneasy, though he knew well better than to interrupt.  Meanwhile, the door whooshed open and in shuffled the former leader of the Aerialbot team, Silverbolt.  Heavy chains scraped across the floor, tethering his ankle joints so close together he could take no more than small steps, and chains just as thick manacled his wrists together too.  The relatively smaller slaves back on Cybertron wore such thin and light restraints by comparison, a pointed reminder of both their size and their position surrounded by Decepticons on a Decepticon-controlled planet, but these chains were built for business.  Soundwave saw the dents in his armor and the streaked black scars on his neck around the collar, and wondered how hard this one had fought back.  Sharp-toothed clamps had been left pinched along the edges of both his wings, not to prevent flight because he could not transform anyway, but just to cause pain.

　　Whether he’d known they were coming or not, Silverbolt looked right at the visitors without so much as a twitch of a reaction, then turned toward Motormaster.  Mildly surprised that he hadn’t even acknowledged Jazz, Soundwave checked his peripheral vision to see what Jazz’s reaction to Silverbolt would be.  Only to find, to his own blank surprise, that Jazz had vanished.  He’d dropped into a graceful kneeling position just behind his chair when Soundwave first sat down, and now he was gone.     

　　Nobody else seemed to have noticed.  Silverbolt was setting a tray of three brimming cubes on the table by Motormaster’s elbow, then spoke in a voice as hard and dead as the look in his optics.  “Will there be anything more at this time, master?”

　　Starscream glanced up from the files at that, suddenly looking very amused, but said nothing.  Motormaster grunted in the negative, and the Autobot bowed and clinked his way out of the room.  

　　“Master?” Starscream echoed, the second the door had slid shut.  “My, how formal.  Maybe the Aerialbot didn’t get the memo that you never actually managed to catch Sideswipe, and so Megatron never actually gave you a slave of your own.”

　　Motormaster just shrugged.  “Maybe he ain’t mine legally - yet - but it’s still good he knows his place.  That bot and I have history.  He needed some good breaking in.”   

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Red Alert is a perceptive mech, and he always knew what Breakdown really wanted from him - closeness, support, and camaraderie in the face of their shared mental illness. Sadly, young Breakdown raised by someone like Motormaster and Megatron only knew one way to express this desire, and that was to torture and rape the object of his affection. Red Alert has no interest in torturing Breakdown now that the power has reversed; he knows the future waiting for the Stunticons is punishment enough.

我真心不明白汽车大师是怎么混成这个形象的啊，还很普遍，不光AO3，FF，LJ都是……