Thundercracker now faced two difficult choices.
First, refuse outright and lose his chastity.
Second, submit. Then there would basically be no future for him—either he would be killed by the carbon-based bug before him, enslaved as cheap labor, or spend the rest of his life as an experiment.
"So, will you submit or not?"
Thundercracker compared the consequences, pros, and cons of the two choices, then chose the second without hesitation.
Did that disgusting carbon-based bug want to enslave a noble Decepticon for life? As if!
'Compared to such great matters, losing my chastity is only a small thing. As a member of the Decepticons, I have long been prepared to sacrifice everything!' Thundercracker thought, forcibly suppressing the humiliation welling up from his Spark.
"I won't—"
Thundercracker opened his mouth, but before he could finish, Dilos interrupted him.
"I have ten Transformer slaves. You can figure it out yourself. I was just worried that I didn't have any fresh Transformer hatchlings. (PS: Native bodies that have just fused with a Spark.) With you, I should be able to get seventy or eighty Transformer hatchlings a year, right?"
Thundercracker used the greatest effort of his life to force back the words he had yet to say, keeping them trapped in his vocalizer.
"Fine. I accept."
Thundercracker felt as though lens-cleaning fluid was about to spill from his optical lenses. Yet, intimidated by the terrifying carbon-based creature before him, he did not dare let it flow.
Without realizing it, Thundercracker's term for Dilos had already upgraded from carbon-based bug to carbon-based creature.
'Seventy or eighty... every year...'
Thundercracker trembled, not daring to imagine that living hell. Instinctively, he crossed his thick metal arms in front of the Spark chamber in his chest.
Though his Spark was protected by its chamber and layers