A/N: This the first story that I've ever written with an audience in mind. This part, Enigma: Betrayal's Becoming, is the first in what will be a four part series. I've drawn my inspiration from the last twenty two years of the Transformers, leaning heavily on the G1 continuity and the movie continuity. I first became a fan as a child back in the 80's, now I'm older and in love with it again. So if I don't stick to an exact time line (the hundreds that there are) please don't shoot me. The fact that there are so many deviations in this series, I feel, leaves it open for interpretation.

I'll admit, I know this story starts off slow and I'm sorry. I love build up. I also got impatient writing the first part as the ideas for the second part started flooding my mind. The pace will pick up.

I would like to thank SilverFerretfox for being my beta reader and surviving my constant barrage of "You have to read this!" every day at work. ;-)

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. They belong to Hasbro and Takara, but Heatseeker is entirely mine. Wingnut is mine as well.

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You don't know her. You've never heard of her. Never heard her name mentioned. Never even knew that she existed. That is how she wanted it. That is why she is an Enigma. This is her story. She is allowing it to be told because it is who she was that has made her who she is today. She wants them to know that not only did she survive, but the ghosts of her past have lead her on a path of vengeance.

Their kind are not born. They are created. Some are created out of love of two beings, some are created solely to fill the void in the spark of another and some that are created are done so out of pure vanity. She was such a creation. One mech's vanity and boredom brought her into existence. He had the want to create a partner, a friend and an accomplice. She is sure that most would agree that his vanity is unmatched and that such a quality is what helped lead him to be either famous or infamous in their mind. She would be thankful for her creation, but it seems the mark of Starscream will forever be part of her.

Before the war, before Autobots and Decepticons took arms up against each other, Cybertronians were scientists, artists, doctors, engineers, or defense soldiers. They worked and lived in all walks of life. Starscream was an affluent scientist. He was brilliant and engaging but had an air of superiority about him which could often leave him alone. Of course, like beings, he had friends, but many grew tired of his boasting so he was often left to his own devices. Perhaps, his most well know friendship before the war was with a mech named Jetfire. As friends and colleagues, they traveled to many worlds, learning of new cultures and saw things that were only mythical lure on Cyberton. Shortly after loosing Jetfire on one such expedition, Starscream returned to Cybertron and to lonesomeness. So, he set out to experiment. The initial idea for Heatseeker was created.

She always felt that she was a mistake. Somehow, in all of Primus' great mysteries, she was imbued with a spark that was feminine in origin. Being as he was a complete egomaniac, Starscream decided some of his own personality traits had to be downloaded into the programming of this new being. Not much, just a seed if you will. With this personality, some of the direct essence of his spark made it's way into her. Odd, of course. But she did feel she was a mistake. More often than not, she referred to herself as a freak. There she was in her beginning, a protoform imbued with a femme spark, and the seeds from the personality of one of the grandest egomaniacs and twisted individuals ever created on Cybertron. In her words, she came online on the wrong foot.

Her altmode of a small Cybertronian jet was incredibly fast and her skill was impressive, but he ensured both were limited to ensure control, as were her strength and firepower. Regardless of the limitations he gave her, she was deadly to the right adversary.

Her trade was that of a scientist and researcher, her intelligence and quick wit kept others on their toes, including her creator. For years as a scientist, she stood loyally by his side. Why not? He made her to serve him by his side and she never had a reason to doubt him. They understood each other. When all else failed, no matter how much life threw at them, they always knew the other would understand. For a while, things were good, then the war started.

Megatron's message, that they were a strong and mighty race that should rule others, appealed to Starscream. He felt that fighting in the war would be a lot more interesting than research, and she agreed. Having traveled to other worlds and seen many other forms of life, she agreed that their race was made to conquer. It just seemed to be the natural order of things. Starscream's unparalleled ambition allowed him to climb the ranks at a break neck speed. Heatseeker, on the other hand, was relegated to lower ranks. This was based on the presumption that femmes were weak, useless and often lead by their emotions, not their minds. No one paid mind to the fact that she was just as fast and skilled as many of the other mechs in the ranks. She had trained in the art of Metallikato, had unmatched sword skill, and loved the fight, she was weak in their eyes. She never gave up her attempts to gain respect. She was merciless, ruthless and cruel on the battlefield, killing with a cold efficiency. Yet, she was the femme, useless.

Imagine, the life Heatseeker was living. Just going to the mess decks became a challenge. The hazing was often severe and repetitive. She couldn't count how many times she had to draw her weapon on one of her supposed comrades, waiting for him to make one false move. These fights and challenges were not anything like what humans may expect. She may have been an anomaly, but they treated her no differently than mech's who were challenged, except that she got it a little more often than they did. Decepticons are like a pack of wolves. They regularly attack each other to determine their stature amongst their peers. Heatseeker would attack back with a vengeance. Early on, this lead to her becoming the silent one in the corner, alone by herself, watching and waiting. If anyone would approach her in a malicious manner, he would be faced with one of her many knives. If he tried to take her energon, he'd get stabbed through his hand or arm as a warning.

She may have suffered at times, but she never pitied herself. She lived for the fight, for the battlefield, the anger, and the chaos. She loved dealing the final blow of death and savored in the suffering of those at the end of her sword. She would watch the spark drain from them and laugh at her triumph.

Things carried on like that for ages... and then they started to change. That is where this story begins, on Cybertron somewhere around her two millionth earth year fighting the war. Before any last battles of which you maybe familiar with, before their first contact with humans. The early years as they know it.