Hello, my fellow Cybertroni-fans! I'm Lady Of The Shadow, and welcome to my first ever fic! I'm not really good at forewords, so I'll just say a few things and get to the story.

1. As I said before, this is my first posted story. Constrictive critism and nice comments are appreciated, but flamers will be reported.

2. I'm only going to do the disclaimer once. The law only requires it one time, so I'm not going to waste energon doing it more than deemed necessary.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my character and the plotline. (Damn it to the Pits!) Some things may follow the storyarc of Transformers Prime, but that's the universe my story is set in. The characters may seem OOC at times, but it must be done to fit the tale.

Now that that's done, on to the story!

Hi! My name is Electra Johnson. I know, I know. It's a weird name. It doesn't matter, though. What matters is that I record my life for anyone else who ends up in my... ah, situation. This journal will help me do that.

Now, onto my situation. Yah see, I'm half Cybertronian. What does that mean? Cybertronians are robots from another planet, called Cybertron. They came to Earth after a war between the two opposing sides: the Autobots and the Decepticons.

All the Decepticons want is to rule Earth. The Autobots want to protect it.

So naturally with the assistance of my luck, I ended up in the cold, metallic servos of the Decepticons.

"Let go ah me, yah ovah-sized Wall-E!" I shrieked in my Texan accent, struggling against the giant robot carrying me towards a green portal-like object.

Its red and silver hand only tightened around me as its red face twisted into a snarl. "I would suggest you quit struggling, human. Otherwise I will end up crushing you."

I eventually gave up, realizing my attempt to escape was futile. We approached the portal and were instantly warped to another place. My eyes roamed the seemingly endless metal corridors. "Wh-where ah we?"

The robot chuckled and continued on its way. I desprately tried to memorize the path leading to our unkown destination.

"Here we are." My captor placed me none to gently on a slab of shining metal.

I shot to my feet despite my muscles screeching in protest. "For God's sake, whadda yah want with me?!"

He - I assumed it was a he from his earlier laugh - focused his eyes on me. "What is your name, human?"

"Electra. Electra Johnson. Now who ah yah and whadda yah want from me?" I tensed as he chuckled yet again. My electric blue eyes narrowed into angry slits. "And what the Hell is so funny to yah?!"

"My name is Breakdown. You're on the Decepticon base The Nemesis, and I find it highly entertaining that a puny human such as yourself thinks that I can't crush you where you stand."

I crossed my arms over my chest and shot a smug grin at him. "Yah can't, Breakdown. Yah kidnapped me for a reason. Therefore killing me would be a bit anti-climatic, don' ya agree?"

He paused, processing my words before growling at me in an alien language. I smiled in triumph for a second. Then another robot entered the room.

Like Breakdown, he was shaped like a car. His armor was a bold red.

"Well, well. I take it that my assistant treated you well, human?"

I tensed upon hearing his voice. It was deep, alluring. Seductive, one could say.

"Oh, come now. Surely he wasn't so rough that your voicebox broke. You have a name, I presume?" He tsked upon my silence. "I suppose I'll just have to give you one."

My teeth were gritted as I snarled out my name.

"Hmm. Electra Johnson. The name must come from those eyes of yours. I do believe they rival the glow of Energon." He pulled out a large cube of... something... and held it close to my face. "I'm right, as usual."

I shoved the glowing object as far from my face as possible. My heart began racing, and I scrambled to pull my inhaler from my pocket as the wheezing began. I was right back to glaring at the new 'bot two puffs later.

"What the Hell was that for?! Ah yah insane?! Ya don't just shove glowing pieces of shit in people's faces! It might just freak them out!" I screamed in anger. "I don't know who the Hell yah ah, or why I'm here, but I'm sure as Hell gonna get some answers!"

He nodded to Breakdown, who moved to the far end of the room. "My name is Knock Out. I am the head medic for the Decepticons, and you'd best listen to me if you wish to live." He said, completely ignoring my outburst.

'Medic?' Then, it hit me.

I was in a medical bay. A lab of some kind. My nerves sang with a newfound adrenaline as I did a quick 360 of the room.

"Shit."

I glanced towards the ground. Jumping down would kill me and was therefore not an option.

My trembling right hand grasped the opal gemstone inbetween my collarbones, the tips of my fingers brushing against the midnight black silk-like yet durable material holding the gem in place.

"Why am I here?" I asked Knock Out wearily, pretty sure I knew the unpleasant answer.

Knock Out's golden... eyes?... met mine. "You live in Houston, Texas with your adopted Japanese father and Sensei. Your occupation is a country singer. Your stage name is Fallen Star, and you have a very curious mark on your right shoulder. Will you show me the mark?"

Shaken by his knowledge on my life and remembering his earlier words, I could only take off my olive-colored jacket to reveal my army green mid-riff top and birthmark. I quickly tied my jacket around my black shorts so as to have quick access to it.

The medic leaned in to get a better look, his head the height of my entire body. I tried not to flinch from his close range.

"Y...Yah know, there's this amazing thing humans have. It's called personal space." My voice cracked slightly before I quickly regained control of it.

His piercing stare returned to my face. I hid behind my bangs the best I could to escape the strange 'bot.

Then my stomach decided to sound like a dying whale.

"Breakdown. Get some low-grade Energon, will you? Miss Electra is in need of sustinance."

I looked down to discover that my body was trembling from exhaustion and hunger. The only food I had eaten that day was a bowl of rice.

The intimidating blue robot vanished from the room.

"...Yah mentioned earlier something called a 'Decepticon' earlier. What is that?" I asked, sitting down with my head resting on my knees.

Knock Out described what his kind were and where they came from. I found myself caught by his voice, my ears straining to catch every intricate detail that fell from his metallic lips.

"...And that is where your time here begins. Any questions?"

I twirled a piece of my brown, shoulder-length hair with my finger. "Just two: How do yah know so much about me, and why do yah need me?"

"The first one is simple enough. Your 'Internet' showed me everything I need to know about you." He paused, pulling out that damned cube again. "This is why we need you. This is Energon, our life force and blood, if you will. Your mark, combined with your tolerance to Energon, proves that there is more to you than meets the eye."

"Tolerance?" Was the only word I could utter.

He placed it beside me once more. "Indeed. Any other human would have been harmed if not killed by the mere presence of Energon. I will admit I was surprised that you were able to stand being near it, let alone touch it."

I looked at the birthmark on my shoulder. It looked like a cube of sorts and had always brought up questions.

"And the mark? What is it?"

"Well, the mark is the All Spark's Insignia: a symbol of being an ancestor of a Prime."

That's it for today, friends! I'll try to update regularly, but school starts next Wednesday for me. (This is where I wish I was in Electra's position. Well, not if I have to go through the next chapter. :D)

Anyway, please review, favorite, follow, all that jazz. Until next time!