Okay, this is my first transformers fanfic. Please note that I'm too lazy to translate english curse words into transformer curse words.

Ultra Prime (Magnus)

I step into the blinding light of the holding area. It was an endless battle with the Decepticons my team came from. But to all disregard, Sideswipe insists I take a look at one in particular.

"She wears no Decepticon markings. But yet a different set." Sideswipe's voice leaks into my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. "I believe we've got our servos on a Sutoraipu inu fighter. The most elite force outside Autobot-Decepticon allegiance. If there's more where she came from, we could be in trouble."

"So she is technically a neutral." I say.

"Yes, but-"

"I would like to see her for myself." I order.

"Of course Ultra Prime." Sideswipe guides me over to a draped cell. He pulls back the drape and I look inside.

"Wow..."

"What? Did she breakout?"

I laugh at his alarm. "No, I expected an elite fighter to be bigger." The femme in the cell is quite literally half my size. She paces the room, allowing only small glimpses of her face. She is quite thin, with a black paint job. Her optics are a peculiar color I've never seen before in optics. Green. She sees me looking at her and walks over to the surface separating us. She tentatively places a servo on her side of the surface where mine is resting and looks up at me.

"What is your name?" I ask her. She sees my mouth moving and shakes her head while tapping on the surface. I look over to Sideswipe. "She can't hear me, let her out."

"What? Prime I can't let her out!"

"Then let me in." Sideswipe shakes his head but does as he's told.

"You're crazy, Prime." Maybe. The surface glides open and I squeeze through before she can try to leap out. There's barley enough room for us both to fit in, but some how she manages to shrink back into the corner.

"Stay away from me. Come closer and you'll regret it." She threatens through broken cybertronian.

"I'm not here to hurt you." I assure. "I just want you to tell me your name."

She steps out of her corner and straightens her posture. "I am Sniper of Selous. Daughter of Nova Prime."

"So you're Nova Magnus' 'long lost daughter' huh?"

"My father is a Magnus now?" She smiles faintly. "Tell him I am proud of him."

"Why are you fighting in favor of the Decepticons?" I beat around no bush about my confusion.

She stares at me in silence for a moment. "It is a matter of my life or death. You wouldn't understand, would you Autobot? You've never been bound like that, have you?" Ouch.

I immediately see an opportunity to use this to the Autobots advantage.

"No I suppose I haven't. Getting yourself out of your Decepticon situation is your own problem. But I could help you out of here on one condition."

"Name your service."

" You come here every once in a while and give us intel, and you're out."

"What happens if I don't stick to my word?"

"You're a Sutoraipu inu. You'll stick to your word."

She offers her hand to seal the deal and we shake on it. Sideswipe's face is priceless when she exits.

"What was that about?" He asks in astonishment.

"Her kind stick to their words like industrial glue. I have it under control, Sideswipe."

Sniper

I run back to the base as fast as I can possibly, gritting my teeth. Ondel's going to kill me. I think, but I know he won't. I know exactly what he's going to do. It's an awkward punishment. Not violent, well not very. But nonetheless, total mind fuck. The Decepticon leader is a not sane and cruel mech.

I bolt into the surveillance room that checks the base's security where Ondel and Megatron seem to be waiting for me.

"You're after curfew." Ondel observes, refusing to look at me.

"Sir, I can explain. I-"

"No need." He turns up the sides of his mouth in an expression that I truly wish I could rip off his face.

"Shall I take care of the nuisance, master?" Megatron, Ondel's right hand mech, steps forward ready to fight. He never liked me. I try not to think about what would happen to me when he takes over.

"No, Megatron. Get out." Megatron opens his mouth to protest, but knows better and does as he is told grumbling irritably to himself. Ondel watches him go and looks back down at me.

"Sniper." He addresses me.

"Yes?"

"It's time."

Time SKIIIIP!_

I can barely hold myself up right, running down the hallway to my room. I quickly punch in the code and it seems like it takes forever to open. I run in before it can open totally and vomit thoroughly out the window. I can't do this. I feel tears start to sting my optics, and I hold onto my mouth to keep more vomit from exiting. I need a savior.

AuthorsNote: And whomever nay that savior be, HMMMM?

Ultra Prime (Magnus)

"So you decided to use my daughter." Nova Magnus stands before me. I detect just a small tone of anger in his voice.

"Well, I- um..." Damn it! What am I supposed to say? I cringe.

" I suppose you were acting in the moment." Nova observes stoically. "You will be the one to collect the intel from her." Fair enough.

"Yes sir." I walk out of the room carrying myself as well as I can. My apprentice, also my nephew is waiting outside for me, running a short distance to catch up with my much longer strides. "So, how'd it go?" Optimus prompts energetically.

" I'm the one that takes the intel."
"Really?That's Great! Isn't it? I think it's great. How about you.?"

I roll my eyes. Hell, if it was possible to talk a bot to death, Cybertron would be a ghost planet thanks to that kid. I realize soon that he's still talking, and I pretend to listen.

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