Something was walking around her. Her jet black hair was cascaded around her shoulders and her arms were pinned behind her back. She opened her eyes; blue in color, they took in how close the grass was to her body. A man stepped in front of her body and a hand gripped her jaw, forcing her to look up; her eyes met brown, cold heartless ones.

"Now, we have encountered your kind… but, not a female." He sneered with a feral smirk. She kept silent, wanting to see his reaction. Oh he will be dead, she noted as his grip tightened and his face hardened. "What is your name?" A smirk played at her lips.

"Varreem nolack dolzulm, hac noal alikir." She replied; only specific Decepticons would recognize what she said. He looked at the men surrounding her, they merely shrugged.

"Get her up and bring her to base." He ordered.

"Of course General." Replied one of the men. They hefted her to her feet and put a bag over her head. She snarled softly and was led to some sort of vehicle. Why wasn't she in her normal form? She was a Seeker born without wings, a mutation that certain strands of seekers carried; it was a recessive gene that showed dominate in only a few cases.

She grunted as she partly tripped while getting into the truck. The men laughed at her. She was naked so naturally a few men grabbed at her, but she kicked back at them. Only one mech—man was allowed to touch her, not that he was here at the moment.

The ride was long and quite boring to her. The smell of the men that were sweaty and… aroused was disturbing to say the least. She hunched her shoulders keeping her eyes lowered in the bag over her head. A hand touched her scarred middle and she twitched slightly.

"Man, this one seems like it's been through hell." One commented; there was laughter all around her.

"Seems like it, and she seems to have strange symbols on her back as well. She is one of them, but something's different." Another one spoke, this time closer to her; maybe two men down from her left.

"Doesn't matter, we have another one of her kind at base." Said the General, "We are going to drug her up and see its side effects, and maybe chain her up and examine her more closely."

"Nosal karveen, dothnar!" She snarls at him from within her hood.

"I wonder what language that is; it isn't English, Italian or Russian… maybe Arabic?" One suggested, others nodded in agreement. If only they could understand her… she could talk English but did she want to? No, not really. The truck suddenly halted, making her grunt and quickly find her balance in the seat of the truck.

"Alright men, let's see what this pretty lady has to offer." Spoke the General as he got out of the truck. She was then led to the edge and the man leading her tugged on her bonds sharply making her yelp in shock as she fell to the ground none to gracefully. She was then hefted up and the hood was pulled off of her head. She squinted and blinked rapidly, taking in her surroundings. Desert… it was hot and dry, there was not a cloud in the sky, and the ground shimmered in the distance due to the heat. She was led to a building, gray in color and obviously a military base. The soldiers and the General escorted her into the building which was dimly lit, but lit enough to see a tad bit of color and the hallway. The shadows were long and ominous and she silently prayed to Primus that something good would come out of this.

They led her to a room where chains were attached to the ceiling and floor and the smell… ugh the smell. It was a mix of skunk with something else underlying—possibly blood. They led her to the middle and forcibly turned her around so that she was facing the door; she snarled at them throughout the whole ordeal. Her eyes narrowed and hardened. One at a time her limbs were restrained.

"Volclonic naol! Zaam cuzall!" She snarled at them, but the soldiers merely laughed at her. She kept her head high as one of the soldiers did a once over of her body before he left. The door closed with an ominous thud and the sound of the lock turning finalized her solitude. She sighed and let her head hang. "How… am I not supposed to be human? My claws are gone… my armor…" Her lip quivered as her defenses were lowered and soon tears started to roll down her slightly tanned face. Her breath hitched and quivered as she tried to sob out her plea. "Abba… sire…" She spoke softly, wanting nothing better than to be in Optimus's arms and/or Ironhide's. She let her emotions rule her body and struggled and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"SIRE!" She cried out as she struggled to be free of her bonds that were currently chaining her appendages.

"My, this one has a lot of fire." Muttered the general from where he watched. His brown eyes narrowed and his mouth quirked upwards as she tugged at her bonds, but he soon had to return to his duties. He had to make sure that the "other one" did not find out where she was located. He turned to a different monitor where a lightly tanned man with brown hair was shown chained up as well. They kept him drugged enough so that he didn't know what was going on. They had taken him once he had become human again. Interesting really. Well, the general figured, better both of them dead than me. He shrugged his shoulders and decided to take a walk around the base. Unknown to him, their race had gathered in the smallish forest that was in front of the base.


*note!* the italicized words are Tayah speaking in a decepticon type language. she does know English quite well.

varreem nolack dolzulm, hac noal alikir = What? what happened? How are you?

Nosal karveen, dothnar= Let me go, Humans

Volclonic naol! Zaam cuzall = I will kill you all! Let me Go!