There was nothing that could top the amount of pain the seeker could feel at the very moment. Arms suspended in the air as he was held prisoner in his own ship. A deep growl and a small chuckle surpassed his lips as the familiar figure of his Lord appeared before him.

Disgusted, the leader looked his Second in Command over with a scowl and enlarged halos to show he was calm and at ease. Thorns were bared as the Lord approached and reached out to lift the seeker's helm by the chin.

The seeker said nothing as his dim optics watched the one before him. A tilt of the helm and the talon holding his helm up grazed the chin, a hiss of metal and small droplets of sparks. The seeker lowered his helm as he closed his optics.

"Keep him locked up for another twenty solar-cycles." The brute growled to the red grounder at his side. The seeker's digits curled in agitation of the new sentence of his imprisonment.

"Yes, Lord Megatron." The red grounder spoke as Megatron turned on his pedes to exit the chamber, the medic following suit.

As the doors closed and locked, the seeker was able to breathe as he chuckled aloud, lowly at first before it became full blown laughter. Helm raised as he let the feeling of insanity rush forward before his insides began to ache. Silent, he drops his helm as he glares at the door before him.

Another twenty cycles, the seeker thought, another twenty. His frame once tense now sagged against his bindings and both optics shuttered before being offline. Focusing himself to cut down to the E to his limbs and focus it on only his chassis and helm.

A small smirk and the seeker soon slipped into the darkness. The only sounds to grace his audios were the occasional overhead announcements or the chatter outside of his prison doors of the few soldiers.