Chapter 1

Personal Problems

A black Ferrari Enzo could be seen racing along a dirt road towards a large mountain range. That black Ferrari was me. I was known as Shadow Stalker, Quickclaw, or my most common name, Halie Witwicky.

I was different from any regular human. I discovered the Autobots, I had also killed some of their enemies, the Decepticons. But most of all, I could transform into four different forms. A black Ferrari Enzo like I was now, a giant robot wolf, a SR-71 " Blackbird",and a C-17 Cargo Carrier. A 12 year old human girl is my most common form besides my female robot form.

I raced along the dirt road -that was mostly abandon- towards my home, Autobot HQ. I a took a sharp, 90 degree angle turn at a giant boulder and off-roaded to a large rock formation called a table, or a mesa. I stopped at the east side of the mesa and honked my horn. The ground gave way five feet from me and I raced over and down the under ground passage.

I came into the main part of the vast base. See, Autobot base was parted into three squadrons. In the mesa was the part where the Autobots met, discussed things, and in the far left corner, trained new troops. This was the first squadron.

Then an underground tunnel to your right led into the personal quarters. This part was used for sleeping, or "recharging" and each Autobot had a personal room, kind off like a mini house. This was the second squadron.

The thrid squadron is concealed from all the new Autobots until they have been welcome into the " leader's circle," then they could be shown the third squadron. I was considered a new Autobot from many of my fellow soldiers, and only a handful of Autobots trusted me or are just gaining their trust. Optimus Prime, Arcee, Jazz, Ratchet, Hot Rod, Bumblebee, Kup, Hound, Sideswipe, and Silverbolt were among the few who trusted me completely.

I transformed- once I was completely in and the door had been shut- to my bigger, female robot self. I was almost as tall as Optimus Prime in my robot form, my coloring was black, and in some places, there was some silver or some yellow. " Any new news of any Decepticon traces?" I asked Optimus.

He turned around, his hands clasped together behind his back, and studied me carefully. " You have changed quite a bit since you went out scouting days ago Halie," Optimus Prime observed.

I stood tall and nodded, I may still be a "new autobot" but Optimus Prime in my eyes was my father, and I strived to prove my worthiness to him. " Please, Optimus, call me Shadow Stalker when I am in my robot form," I persisted.

Optimus Prime did not smile but I could tell he was on the inside. Being the leader of a vast army was tiring work, I had found that out when I accidently accessed his mind a few solar cycles ago.

" Shadow Stalker, there has been no Decepticon traced since the battle seven solar cycles ago, but there has been some interferences on the west side of the canyon, some human was killed, and the murderer is going by the name of 'Scrapmetal terminator' could you stop him so we can focus on the Decepticons?" Optimus Prime asked calmly.

If I was human, my mouth would have been agape. Seriously? 'Scrapmetal terminator'? I knew who it was the moment I heard Scrap. It hadto be my most hated enemy, Taylor Scraplet. He was the human jerk who had gave me a silvery scar that ran from my shoulder down the my wrist.

" My pleasure Optimus, it is a great opportunity to dispose of that wretched Taylor Scraplet," I said, growling on Taylor Scraplet. By the allspark, did I hate that kid.

Optimus prime nodded pleased. " You may go to your personal quarters Shadow Stalker, come to me in the morning for more instructions about disposing of Taylor Scraplet," Optimus Prime said calmly.

I nodded, and Optimus turned back around towards Perceptor, who was working on a new weapon. I turned around and walked through the passage on my right to the living quarters. Since I was one of the only females in the base besides Arcee, it was common to get stopped and asked out for a drink of Energon.

Tonight's love-struck Autobot was no other than Hot Rod, the Autobot I had saved in battle so many times, I had lost count. " Hey Shadow, want to go out for a glass of Energon?" asked Hot Rod cooly.

" Sorry Hot Rod, I just got back from scouting, so not tonight. Maybe some other time? If you excuse me, I have to go attend my personal duties," I whispered to him. Hot Rod frowned but agreed. He kissed my cheek before he continued walking towards his own living quarters.

As soon as he was out of hearing range, I giggled. Not because I was love struck or anything, but because I had been waiting for him to ask me the day I got my robot form. So far, Cliffjumper, Mirage, Rollbar, Blaster, Sideswipe, and Air Raid had asked me for a drink of Energon. And I just knew Hot Rod wouldn't miss the chance to get me to go out with him to prove I liked him better than the others.

I walked into my personal room and sat down on my chair in front of my computer. My room was laid out a little like this: I had a giant computer in the far right corner, a human-sized bed in the back left corner, a large wall to my right covered with weapons, and on my left wall was a giant sound system.

I typed quickly and silently on my computer, recording all I had seen on my days absent from base. Perceptor suddenly came into a video link.

" Shadow Stalker, you are needed immediately in the first squadron," commanded Perceptor.

" Be there right away Perceptor," I relied. Perceptor disappeared from the screen and the computer hummed quietly. I turned it off and walked out of my personal quarters quickly and silently.