NOTE: I do not own Transformers in any way. All characters (except for the OC) are NOT MINE.

Also, PLEASE note the 'M' rating for later chapters. This story WILL get quite violent and WILL contain non-con slash (Skywarp/OC, Thundercracker/OC, Skywarp/TC, Starscream/OC)...You've been WARNED.

Shaba was alone…always alone; even with a battle raging on, she was still alone. She was neither Autobot nor Decepticon…she was a Neutral...and an outcast. She would only watch helplessly as her world was torn apart, literally.

Cybertron was doomed ever since the start of a great civil war. Two factions waged an endless battle that only ended after all of the planet's resources were used up. The precious, life-giving energon was no more; the survivors forced to seek new worlds in search of some form of energy to keep them functioning.

Shaba was abandoned; left on Cybertron and with no energy resources, certain death awaited her. She still searched every ruin for something. Only, there was nothing…nothing at all.

She lay, systems slowly on the verge of shutdown. "So this is how it ends" she thought, sadly.

The darkness fell on her, her spark dimmed…motor and memory functions ceased to preserve her spark as long as possible…but even that was running out.

Darkness…and death…

…then bright light

Shaba's optics flew open and she instinctively raised a hand to block out the blinding light. She then sat up, looking around. Shaba felt energy like she'd never felt in a long time. She then scanned her unfamiliar surroundings; she was on a metal table in a large room.

"Where the slag am I?" she thought aloud, jumping off of the table and slowly walking towards the entrance to the room, also noticing that she was completely alone.

"Hello, anyone here?!" she called out, confused as to who rescued her and why was she in this unfamiliar place all alone. Shaba walked out of the room and down a long, also brightly lit, corridor.

Then, a piercing sound cut the silence and red lights flashed in the corridor. Shaba gave a yelp of surprise and fear; she must've somehow set off an alarm when she walked out of that room. She then quickly ran back in and sat on the metal table again, waiting and hoping that whoever it was that rescued her wouldn't think that she tried to escape.

"Well, well, well…look who's finally online" Starscream sat back with a chuckle, watching the monitor showing the medical bay where the femme was. Starscream had returned to Cybertron to look for any other Decepticons. The Autobot forces were ever growing in number and continuously defeating the Decepticons in the war to gain the planet Earth. Out of desperation, Starscream left Earth and traveled back to Cybertron and neighboring systems.

He did find a few stragglers on a nearby moon; lesser Cybertronians, but they would make decent soldiers…and Cybertron itself…the lone femme. Starscream wanted to leave her, as he wanted soldiers who could fight, but as he looked at her, he just growled and lifted the femme and carried her to his ship, not really sure what to do with her at the time. He just shrugged as he left her for the medic drones to repair her "she might be of use" he grumbled as he readied his ship to return to Earth.