A/N: So, this is the beginning of meh new story... obviously, so I hope you enjoy!

~*O*~-~*O*~

The wind howled across the frozen landscape, blowing snow into the freezing waves that lapped against the frozen ground.

A large ice cliff sat near the water, condensation sliding down its sides. A large metal object was frozen inside, but as the ice melted, tiny rays of warmth began to reach it, waking it up.

The object inside strained against the icy prison, and the ice groaned, but it held, and the object fell still once more, waiting... waiting...

~*O*~-~*O*~

"Lord Megatron! We have a faint life signal coming from the Artic." Informed Starscream as he scrambled into Megatron's throne room.

"What use is it to us?" Megatron said, raising an optic-ridge. "It's a strange one, and Shockwave thinks it might be a...a Predacon spark!"

Megatron stood, striding from the room in search of Shockwave. "And he thinks this why?"

"It's... I don't know. Ask him." Starscream slowed until he was walking behind Megatron.

The Decepticon warlord burst into the room, crossing his arms behind his backstrut. (?) "Shockwave!" He said, "Is this true? That you have found a Predacon in the Artic?"

"Yes, Megatron, it is of Predaconian signature." Shockwave said, turning his one large optic to face his leader.

"It would be logical to go after it immediatly. Having two Predacons instead of one will greatly help our cause."

"But why have we not found it before? We have passed within its range many times." Megatron said.

"Prehaps it is incased in ice; thus, it would hide the Predacon from our sensors."

"Soundwave, set course for the Predacon!" Megatron ordered, turning to leave. "And get the drones ready."

~*O*~-~*O*~

The drones were equipped with flamethrowers and picks and instructed to work at the ice that currently housed the Predacon.

They did so, but only a few could work at a time, because there was almost no space that they could reach the ice cliff from.

The other drones that were waiting their shift at the ice stood around, hunched up to protect themselves from the cold as best they could."

"Arrr!"

One drone poked his head up curiously at the strange noise.

"Arrr!"

He stood up completly, looking around. "Arrr!"

He looked down. A tiny penguin was sitting near his peds, making that strange noise occasionally. "Arr!"

Jabbing his friend's arm, he whispered, "Hey! Look at this!"

They both cooed over the loud penguin, attracting more attention from other drones.

"Next shift!" Knock Out called, frowning at the huddle of drones. "This cold air is gonna ruin my paint!" He complained to Shockwave, who stood impassively beside him.

Getting no answer, Knock Out fumed quietly to himself.

~*O*~-~*O*~

I felt myself slowly reboot, and I awoke from stasis. My systems were still onlining, but I had my audios up and running.

I could hear faint murmurs, clanking, and whooshing. Occasionally I would feel a thread of heat through the ice, and my furnace began to heat up.

I strained impatiently against the ice, causing it to crack and groan. It cause the noises outside to cease for a brief moment, then start up again with more fervor.

Sensing the ice weakening at my side, I pushed against it as best I could. It cracked again, all the way up my side to reach my helm. Encouraged, the noise outside increased. I felt something suddenly pierce my side, and I would have bellowed and flinched away if my jaw wasn't encased in ice.

I rooted through my memory files to see if I knew how I got here, but most of them were corrupted.

I started the process of cleaning them up as best I knew how, then focused back on the ice.

Warning: Energon levels critical:

My HUD flashed, warning me. I held still, feeling my frame beginning to power down from my movements and lack of Energon.

Another object pierced me, my ped this time, but I hardly noticed.

Large cracks suddenly appeared across the ice, and it began to break.

Whoever it was pulled the chunks away, freeing me. I feebly stretched my helm to the sun's weak rays, stepping forward before collapsing.

~*O*~-~*O*~

Knock Out watched as the drones pulled away the chunks of ice, revealing the Predacon inside.

He noticed its frame was almost completely grey, and he bellowed for Energon.

The Predacon took two steps, stretching toward the sun, then collapsed.

~*O*~-~*O*~

Energon levels: Stable

Frame energy: High

Furnace: Full Heat

The descriptions scrolled across my vision, and I lifted my optic-shutters slowly, peering at my surroundings.

Grey, non-descript walls, and a large door with a keypad beside the door were all I could see. Raising my helm, I looked around. The room had nothing else in it, save me and a tiny security camera.

I checked my memory files, but they were in the same shape as before.

I wondered where I was.

Standing slowly, I prowled around the room, sniffing. Old smells, of Cybertronians lay about, but one thread in particular interested me. Predacon.

I inhaled, nearly snorting up all the dust.

I blew a blue-white flame at it, scorching the floor and smell away. I moved to the door, sniffing about it.

Here... a Energon tinted smell was the most recent. The smell also clung all over my blue-and-black frame, and I began cleaning myself.

I was almost done when I heard heavy footsteps coming my way. I stood, warily keeping to the back wall.

The door whooshed open, and a large mech entered, purple optics gleaming, with two more close behind.

The red one had the Energon scent on him, and the one-opticed one had a sharp smell to him. The largest mech, however, had an evil scent about him, and I growled, clicking my mandibles together.

"This Predacon, she is female, and would be a wonderful prize for our male Predacon. They could procreate and start a army for us." The red one was saying.

I growled again. I wasn't going to be anybot's prize!

I lashed my tail, coming a bit closer, holding my head low to protect my throat.

The large mech in the front grinned at me, showing off razor-sharp denta. Well, two can play at that game! I thought, snarling to show off my own serrated denta.

The mech's grin shrank ever-so-slightly.

I tuned out the conversation and curled up in the corner, heating my furnace up a bit more.

A sharp blow to my backstrut had me yelping and snarling, and I whirled on my attacker. "No one, not even a Predacon, turns its back on me!" The largest mech was saying, anger seething in his optics.

I snorted smoke at him, and he leaped at me, catching me unprepared. He quickly knocked me down, and I roared, leaping at him. He caught my mandibles and flung me heavily against the wall, denting it in.

I screeched, blasting blue flame at him. He rolled to the side, kicking my leg out from under me. As I crumpled to the ground, he stood on my neck, preventing me from lifting my head.

I strained, but I was still rather weak and rusty from the ice.

I yielded, albeit rebelliously.

"I am your master, here!" The mech hissed in my audio, and I held still. Better to let him THINK he's got me, when he doesn't, then him actually controlling me.

I slunk backwards, drawing myself into a sitting position.

"Good." The mech grinned again, then left.

I stood near the door when the last two left after a few more examinations, and saw the pass code for the door.

I would wait until night.

~*O*~_~*O*~

A/N: Tada! Pretty good length for a starter chapter if ya ask meh!

Btw, I know most of the Cybertronian terms for the body parts, such as servo, ped, dat stuff.

I've picked this all up from reading TFP stories, but I still don't know it all. So if you see were I use neck instead of its Cybertronian term, then sorry! I don't know it. :(

"Predaconian language"

"Speaking"

Thinking

"Cybertronian"

::Comm::

Now, I was going to put this out on Sunday, in celebration of the Kelpari Revamp on a game I play, but I TOTALLY forgot! (I hate my memory~) :P

So, here it is!