Zeta Corvi was having a bad day. Sirens were screeching, lights were flashing. Engine 1 was 12% functional, and the wing where Engine 2 resided was gone. Smoke filled the cruiser and steam was hissing from a crack in the wall. Corvi had stopped panicking when she lost Engine 2. Now she just rested her head on a servo and sighed. The ship shuddered as Earth's orbit pulled it in. Sync Complete. "Current Earth Speech Patterns," She announced to no one in particular. "Well, this'll come in handy, if I live." A jolt rocked the ship as the remaining wing flew off. It threw Zeta Corvi from her chair and straight into her medical supplies. She stood up and grabbed her medical bag. Impact imminent in 55 nano-klicks. "Beautiful." Corvi scowled and stood in front of the exit hatch. The ship shook and it threatened to knock her right off her pedes. 25 nano-klicks. She kicked the flimsy metal off the hatch and stood at the edge. She could see a desert and a black triangular shape traveling across it. Humming a tune she heard in a bar, she bent her knees and jumped off the edge. In a snarky tone, she mocked her ship's alert systems."Impact imminent in 38 nano-kliks." The black triangular shape flew a few lengths below her. "It's a craft!" That surprised her. She hadn't seen a pilot anywhere. 'It'll have to do', she thought. Her optics lit up and she scanned the flying object. Just 40 feet from the ground, she transformed and shot up into the sky, sand billowing around her. The two ships that had been tailing her outside of Earth had disappeared. Two jets replaced them.
They had to be twins. Her current midair chaperones sported matching black and purple paint jobs. "What a day." Zeta Corvi hissed to herself. First, Caphalonians, now what? She racked her database for what they could be. 'Oh. Whoops. Let's not tell anyone that I can't even recognize my own kind.' she cringed. Then another thought hit her, even worse. 'Oh frag nuggets. What do you wanna bet they're gonna take me to Megatron.' When the least inviting ship appeared in her optics, she began psyching herself up. 'I am confident. Confidence. Confidence is my name. I did not desert the Decepticons. I was training on Lyampetia. That's it! Medical training.' It wasn't a total lie. She had arrived on Lyampetia and shortly after, began taking classes for structural alignment. Corvi followed the Decepticon pair onto the ship, mentally preparing herself.' I am formidable. Grrrrrr. I am terrifying. All bow before the mighty Corvi.' Yet, when Corvi entered the ship, she did not see Megatron. Instead, a thin gray bot greeted her. She couldn't help but roll her optics. "Starscream." She scoffed. "That's Lord Starscream to you." He spat at her, with equal contempt. Zeta Corvi was wearing her blue visor, so they couldn't see her raise her eyebrows. "Oh?" She replied, skeptical, "And how did that happen?" Starscream grit his dentals and growled. "Why is this so difficult for everyone to accept?" "Chill, chill, I was just wondering where Lord Megatron is, since you're saying that." Corvi raised her hands in mock defense. "Megatron lies in a coma and will most likely not ever wake again." He replied, with a smug grin on his thin face. Zeta Corvi pursed her lips and looked past him, at a tall visored bot. Soundwave, said bot, nodded. She frowned in disgust. ' So this idiot is leading us.'
Autobot activity had dragged the deranged Decepticon elsewhere, leaving Corvi to wander the halls. " I hope you're not here for the position of medic," someone behind her purred. "No one traipsing around with that dull of a finish has any right to my post." Zeta Corvi whipped around to face a pair of red optics. "No," She spoke simply, and watched his expression change from anger to confusion. Corvi felt the almost irresistible urge to tease him. "Of course, if you would like to help with said dull finish, I wouldn't mind." Stepping closer, she retracted her visor and glared into his optics. "On the other servo, if you'd like to keep insulting me, I'd be more than happy to return the favor." She punctuated her threat by resting a pointed digit on his shoulder plate. Zeta Corvi applied pressure as she deliberated leaving a deep scratch in his prized paint. "You wouldn't dare." Corvi laughed at his pitiful attempt to intimidate her. Noticing that he was shaking, she leaned forward and whispered in his audio sensor," Apologize and the only finish you'll have to buff will be mine." He tried to pull away, but Corvi hooked her other servo under his chest plate, yanking him even closer."I don't play games," She paused, waiting for him to tell her his name. "Knock Out, and I am sorry for the ah- disrespect." His voice quivered. Zeta Corvi smirked in triumph. She released Knock Out and he stumbled back . "Now that we're all on the same page, my name is Zeta Corvi. I specialize in nervous systems and structural alignment, but I do have experience in stealth combat. I'm not here for your position. Now, I need a decontamination bath like Starscream needs a blast to the face."