Where was I heading?

A simple question, but the answer I could not place. My comrades would say where they were heading simply; 'serving their lord.' But that just didn't seem to be good enough for me. Though I had no intent of going against my Lord, was it…hypocritical to have wandering thoughts?

No…that wasn't disobeying him at all…was it?

Yes.

The simple image of him crushing me under his massive foot quickly made me turn from any unwanted thoughts.

It was my duty to be here; to serve My Lord so long as my spark remained intact.

It was my duty to serve him, just as my spark creators had so dedicatedly. If fact, they were the only reason I served the Decepticon cause. Had they not perished in the Great wars, maybe with my reasoning they would understand my position now.

How ridiculous.

It would shame them greatly to think their own metal and energon would turn from what they fought for.

How could I; one of the most effective and relied upon decepticons, simply turn away from it all? Such a crazy, irresponsible, reckless, impulsive and completely compelling thing to do.

Perhaps, it is what the humans called 'following your heart'. Truly was a naïve thing to say, especially in my position. But right now, it seemed like a good idea. But one question remained…

How?


Aboard the Nemesis, one would say it was a dull, uneventful day; which happened to be entirely true. In the main room, the padding of quick and long fingers echoed off a keyboard attached to a screen displaying an unearthly language. Scanning the ship for anything out of the ordinary was this Femme's duty. A simple and quite boring task to which she had hoped something would actually happen. Not that she would ever say so of course, mainly because…she never said anything. Red optics looked to the corner of the screen noticing a pending message. With a click, a face plate appeared on the screen, showing an apparently aggravated Starscream.

The femmes' eyes lit up in slight amusement, wondering what in Primus was wrong now. At the sight of that, the mech growled in his throat, red optics blaring.

"LIEUTENANT STAR! Is there something you would like to share with me?! Since, you do seem to be finding something humorous..." The commander breathed angrily, venom dripping from a cynical smile. The femme shook her head once, before staring back up at her 'lord'.

Star knew he was a joke, never in a million solar cycles would Starscream be half of what Megatron was. However, she did admire his bravery. Either that or he was just stupid for trying to take Megatron's place. Repeatedly…

The commander cackled to himself before starting the conversation with a mock. He was Starscream, how else would he do it? "It seems my dearest Star; you might be having a glitch. I recommend a checkup with the medic; since it would be such a shame to not have my favorite lieutenant at her best."

Star merely ignored his sarcasm and crossed her servos, hoping he would stop blabbering and inform her as to why he was here in the first place. Seeing the gesture, Starscream sighed annoyed.

"Have you finished the scans?"

Nod.

"Any traces of energon deposits?"

Star clicked a button on the screen, much to his surprise as finding any deposits were becoming harder. A picture appeared of a forested area; just below the surface a small shard of energon was visible. Meaning there had to be more in the area. Star recoiled as his disgusting grin grew wide.

"Wonderful. Send me the coordinates at once."

With that the screen blinked out, letting peaceful silence resume once more. Which the femme was very thankful for, anything was better than that fliers' wretched voice.


The Nemesis hovered over the forest, making the native woodland creatures flee. The ones that remained took off as a load of miner cons flew down to the ground. Their scanners did indeed detect large quantities of energon not far beneath them. At once, they began digging, and the Nemesis had to remain hovering in its spot as it sent equipment down to them.

Monitoring the many screens, Star turned to the doorway as it opened. Quietly as always, Soundwave walked over, and they nodded once before switching places. A mutual understanding between the two as they switched posts daily, much to her relief. Dealing with too much Starscream took a toll on any cons health. Luckily, Soundwave handled it better, she had to admit. At the door, Star glanced over her shoulder at him. She wasn't sure why either; perhaps she was just now taking notice of him? The thought jumbled her processor.

Soundwave was…

Attractive.

Her optics widened at the word, and she hastily left the room before he took notice that she had lingered. Why had the thought dawned on her so suddenly? She had known the mech to the equivalent to many earthen years. And not once had the word 'attractive' described him. Besides, she would hardly be worthy to stand by him in that way. Soundwave was by far the most dedicated con she had known, besides her sparkless parents. No matter how hard she would work, it would never amount to be his equivalent.

Never.

But…why was this on her processor? Since when had the thought of being his other pressed on her mind? With narrowed optics in thought, she trudged down to med bay. Perhaps Starscream was right. Something WAS off, and she wasn't so sure she liked it.


Upon entrance near the medical center, a small group of soldiers lingered near the crack of the door. They chuckled lowly to another as they peeked in continuously. Thoroughly confused, Star tapped her servo, gaining their attention. At the sight of her narrowed optics, they quickly went to their posts. As the area cleared, she peeked in the doorway, curious as to what they found amusing.

At that moment, she had never been so glad to have a tight plating covering her mouth and lower face. For she would have laughed out loud seeing the medic Knockout 'woo' her dear friend. The scene went on like one of those hideous human t.v shows. 'Soaps', she recalled.

Knockout leaned against one of the berth tables coolly with crossed servos. He smirked with a tilt of his head and enquired her sarcastically. "So, Rika, you look like you could use a buffer. How bout I fix that spot for you?"

The femme narrowed her optics before checking the spot, and after a moment caught on to his little trick. Sending him a scold, he simply laughed it off.

It was intriguing to watch how they interacted.

Almost human like.

Maybe she was just taking her job too seriously. No, she had to; she was appointed her ranking for a reason. However, Star just couldn't find it in her spark to intrude the possible soon to be couple. And allowed the sneaky scouts to return once she left with a smirk.

Oh well.

The rumors would keep her entertained as she monitored the miner's work progress.


Thank you guys for reading! Please tell me what you think, feedback is reaallllyyy apprecitated :) I don't own Transformers or its characters. Only my oc's Star and Rika.