Hi everyone! I know this isn't one of my older stories I promised to update but I have the next chapter of FA already written out and I want to get this done before I loose it or forget it all together. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter and the plot twist that are already showing up and a quick reminder that I do not own Transformers or Gundam-sadly- and let us get on with the story!

"Cybertronian"

Thinking

::::Comm link::: (Will be Bold if in Cybertronian)

"English"

****Previously***

For several of their vorns war raged on Cybertron, the battle between Autobots and Decepticons.

Brother against brother as it ravaged and destroyed the planet and it slowly became a shell of it's former glory...

One cycle, in a fierce battle near the glorious and beautiful neutral city of Crystal City a light almost as bright as Primus'es spark filled the sky, making the two warring sides to stop and cover their optics. And as the light faded they looked up to the eternally star filled sky to see a slightly dimmer shooting star falling towards the city...

Towards a new fate

****Now****

Archangel's P.O.V

Awareness is both something that is familiar and unfamiliar to me.

Thanks to the several years of service I have had along with the neural link I had with my pilot I have always been in a sense aware of myself and everything around/happening to me and my surroundings.

But this? This type of awareness was different and new to me.

For one, there was no sense of US, only a sense of ME. And while I am not proud to admit this but it terrified me a little. Since my first activation so long ago there has always been a sense of US, myself and my dear pilot. The neural link we had gave me my first grasp of awareness and taught me of what it was like to be human and to be...Alive.

In a way, she was my mother, my creator. Without her I would not be the gundam I am today.

But I couldn't feel her at all...I was awake for the first time in my existence and I was alone. I didn't like it.

I wanted my mother back

***Scene Change***

A static filled groan escaped my speakers and my systems onlined for the first time without HER being there to do it, my hydraulics gave several hisses and whines as I moved for the first time on my own, my left servo resting on my helm before my optics and on board cameras fuzzily turned on and I SAW for the first time. Thanks to my long range sensors and cameras I could see my surrounding area first.

Where in the maker's name am I?!

Even though I am considered on the small side compared to other gundam's everything else that was natural that we encountered was Human size or smaller! Other gundam's and spaceships were the largest METAL things I've seen besides a few skyscrapers in cities of human planets or even space-stations not withstanding.

But this place was NOTHING like my memory logs have on file from other encounters.

EVERYTHING around was to scale! Buildings, animals, EVERYTHING was to scale to myself! And another factor was that everything was made of METAL! Even the two moons that I spotted in the sky were metal in appearance from this planet's surface!

Again...WHERE IN THE MAKER'S MERCY AM I?!

Pulling back from my new-found ability to feel and actually panic I once again tried to focus my long range sensors and cameras to try and figure out if anything sentient lived here. My processors and new emotions stalled as I finally figured out what all that motion my sensors and large amount of heat I was sensing and I finally got visual's of what was going on. What I saw just SHOCKED me.

Gundam's...Lots of Gundam's...

And they were FIGHTING each other rather brutally. Even though I barely saw many that was at my own height or taller.

The human's piloting them must be much smaller than what I have encounter...That is, if it was human's that pilot them. While I have no records of other races besides human's in my databanks and memory logs that doesn't mean 'aliens' didn't have the same idea as my creators to make mobile suits once they discovered Gundainum, especially if they are as violent in nature as humans.

But moving on...

Either their long range sensors weren't online to notice that I was online and moving or they didn't care. Since all mobile suits that I know have have the same long range sensor abilities that I have at MINIMUM due to the fact in space you need to be able to notice if something, or someone is coming at you from far away FAST. Not to mention my mostly white and gold coloring is not only still very much unscathed but also not meant for something like stealth. Not to mention quite a few, almost all that I can 'see' in fact, are a few feet smaller than me and I am a unknown so they would, if the pilot's were sensible, keep track of a larger and possibly potential threat.

But I had no plans of getting pulled into this conflict.

The biggest of many reasons I have is that I have NO clue bout ANYTHING right now. Who was 'good' or 'bad', where I WAS, WHY I was brought here, WHY I was fully sentient now...

Where my pilot was...

Simply put I had too many questions for me to recklessly jump into a fight and attack everyone that came near me without having a CLUE about what this was all about.

Plus Selena...My pilot would have scrapped me for spare parts if she had learned I did that after all we have been through. For me to act like a shiny new rookie rather than the veteran that I technically am. We had been made Captain for a reason and I was not about to act like a fool and get myself scrapped.

Also, it seems like these people, whatever they were outside their suits, had a language of their own that my own language protocols could not identify. And this was a database that had ALL Earth's languages-dead or otherwise-along with other dialects that we managed to download into it from our many encounters and travels through the cosmos. But these people are talking in...Clicks, whirls, and other mechanical noises. Nothing that I have ever encountered before, the CLOSEST I have managed to find was a ancient Earth language in the former country of 'Africa' that was made with clicking noises of the human tongue but even then I couldn't understand a 'word' I was hearing.

"Prime! What in tarnation are you doing?! We don't know who or what caused this! It could be a Decepticon trap!" A much closer and rather louder series/string of noises caught my attention quickly. My audios, optics, and sensors quickly switched back to short range allowing me to see the 'path' I had made when I crashed here along with who was 'speaking'.

The one who seemed to have 'spoke' was a somewhat shorter mobile suit than myself. His helm reaching my chest height and he was mostly red and grey. Though he was smaller than me he didn't seem to be short on 'muscle' and looked like he could take quite a few swings before his armor was pierced. Even now as he noticed me he seemed ready to charge at me and face me head on. His blue optics stared back coldly at me waiting for me to make a move that showed I was friend or foe. But really shocked me was that he didn't have a mask and even seemed to have a 'face'. His face similar to what my databanks of human facial expressions tell me is one of 'hostility and mistrust'. And a strange red symbol resembling a stern face of sorts on his lower chest before his abdomen.

Human Gundam's do not have faces, there was never need for it and it would have created a dangerous opening that could have lead to opponents getting a straight shot at a pilot if a downed gundam's mouth was open and they shot straight down through it. Most situations would have been caused of the suit was pinned and...Well, I shall spare the details before my new-found emotions start creating images in my processors.

"Come now Ironhide, this mech clearly isn't a Autobot or a Decepticon, he would have no reason to fight us, especially with the fact his wings appeared to be badly damaged. The poor mech is probably in agony right now." The second suit suddenly 'spoke' to the first one. He seemed to be the same height as the first one. Though his colors were drastically different with mostly white with splashes or red and grey. The same red symbol as the other one on both his shoulders and while he didn't seem like a warrior he gave off the feel of that my old mechanic/repairer when my pilot didn't do it. Or the human mechanic that would rush over to Selena when she had been damaged in a way after a hard battle and a few shots got past my armor. What had they been called again? Medics? His face in a 'stern but kind' look with the same blue colored optics.

But the third one...HE caught most of my attention. Even though he hasn't 'spoken' yet.

He was taller than me, even if by a few feet. He was mostly red and blue with grey everywhere else, his chest large and broad and had a helm design similar to my own with a facemask. The mask giving me some sense of familiarity and eased me a little. His dark blue optics seemed to stare into my very being as the three of them stayed at the edge of my 'crater' I had made when I finally stopped crashing. More like I had busted into a building of some sort and broke through several floors and walls until I landed here.

But this mech...I don't know what it was but...I felt like I should follow him, that he was a leader worthy of following...

I don't know why I felt this...I really didn't know or even understand it.

Then again I don't understand ANY of what was going on right now.

Especially when I noticed IT.

None of them showed ANY signs of having a cod-pit, or any visual signs that they had pilots and I could already tell they were too advanced to be remote control drones. Feeling the urge to panic again rising into my systems my visor no doubt brightened and I instantly tried to scramble back while still sitting down, not noticing the sound of metal screeching against each other from my frame rubbing against the metal ground as my-apparently from what my systems tell me-badly damaged wings pressed against a wall of sorts as I desperately tried to grasp what was going on.

They weren't Gundam's

They were sentient

They were ALIEN'S

...Well...Technically I was the alien since this was their world apparently...But still...

I was NOT in a familiar situation at ALL and I was ALONE!

I wanted Selena...

I wanted my mother...

My sudden movement must have alerted them I was fully online because instantly the first MECHA moved in front of the third one and even pulled out what seemed to be cannons from nowhere!

"Prime! Watch out! He's awake!"

The second one seemed very annoyed at the fact the first one was pointing a weapon at me while I was damaged. Maybe he thought I would feel pain due to them? But I didn't, if Selena was here she would feel them since with our link she was suppose to be the 'heart' of it. She would feel my damages like they happened to her own frame. But we weren't linked, I wasn't able to process pain and so I don't feel it. Though I was still grounded and without the feeling of pain I couldn't tell how much more damage my frame could take before I went offline.

"Did you not hear what I just said Ironhide?! He's a grounded seeker with wings that would make any flyer cry out in pain if they saw them! He is in too much pain to even try to attack so PUT AWAY YOUR MONSTROUS CANNON'S BEFORE I WELD THEM TO YOUR AFT!" I felt the rest of my frame wince as the apparent medic's tone took a shrill sound, like he was yelling at the first mech whose seemed to look at him with I face of 'I dare you to try it'.

"He's movin' around like he ain't feelin' it, plus he seems ta still have a few weapon's I haven't seen." When he motioned back to me I noticed I still had most of my weapons. My beam sword-now broken-at my hip plate with my physical shield and sword still clutched in my servos-when did I get those out?-along with one of my dual beam pistols on my other hip. Where did the other one go? I couldn't help but wonder.

"Ironhide, Ratchet, stand down." Even I stilled when the third mech finally 'spoke' and I had no clue what his 'words' had been but it caused the other two. plus myself, to freeze and look at him. I didn't even shrink back as he gently guided the first mecha out to the side and no long in front of him. "I wish to take a closer look at this bot..,"

"But Prime-!"

"No but's Ironhide, the Matrix guided me to him Ironhide, whoever he is he will not harm us unless we give him a reason to. I want to show him we mean him on harm."

I feel like I am missing something very important going on here...

This time I DID tense as the largest of the trio came closer to me, battle 'instincts' as Selena once called them caused me to pull my sword closer to myself while I braced my shield outwards in a way it would take most, if not all, the brunt of a attack. The large mecha stopped and stood there for awhile until he lifted a servo up and-

WAVED!

He waved at me!

That was it!

My guard instantly dropped and I STARED at him, I'm sure if I had a face it would be in the expression Selena would call 'What the fuck?!' of 'What the hell?!'

"Calm yourself my friend, neither I or my companions will cause you harm." His words seemed to rumble out and something similar to a car engine seemed to PURR from his chest. Was he trying to calm me down? I have no idea...All I do know is how much of a broken doll I must look like as my visor just 'blinked' up at him as I just laid there.

"What's the matter ya big sparklin'? Prime got ya too scared ta answer?" Why do I feel like the red mecha was taunting me? Then I felt my first emotion besides fear and panic:

Annoyance.

"I can talk but I don't know if you can understand a single word of it." Selena would have been so proud to know that my first words were in the most deadpanned voice I could have ever thought come out of a living being.

Now THEY were the ones who had that look I had a moment ago.

"What the slag? What did he say?"

"I do not know..."

"Perhaps his language cortex was damaged as well..."

The annoyance seemed to build as they kept 'talking', not only were they speaking in front of me in a different language but I just had a feeling they were talking about me as well. A could feel a optic under my visor twitch as they kept going at it for awhile until they all seemed to freeze and listen to something I didn't hear, commlink perhaps?

:::Prime! Whatever it is you found over there the 'Con's want it bad! Ah've got drones poppin' outta nowhere tryin' ta rush past meh to get to ya!:::-Jazz

:::Hang on old friend we are on our way out now, meet us back at Iacon as soon as you can:::-Optimus

:::And ya might wanna prepare an' interrogation room, we got ourselves uh unknown mech:::-Ironhide

:::Say WHAT?!:::-Jazz

When they seemed to finish with their talk over their own commlink the medic mecha seemed to growl from a car engine inside himself and glower at the first mecha.

"He is in no condition to be interrogated by you, Prowl, Jazz or anybot else! For one we can't understand a word he says and we have no proof otherwise that HE understands US!"

Where they arguing?

"Ya can fix him up in the room but Ah ain't lettin' up on him till Ah say he ain't uh spy, ah ain't takin' chances on this bein' a load of slag."

I am taking whatever that was as a yes judging on the other mecha's faceplates...

They seemed to argue back and forth for a hour or so before the largest and apparent leader of the trio tensed up and looked back at them with a sharp look. Causing ME to freeze even though it wasn't directed at me.

"ENOUGH! We will discuss this on the way back to Iacon but we need to return there NOW with our new friend if we hope on not getting swarmed by Decepticon drones and whatever of Megatron's elites are heading our way."

"Yes Prime."

"Of course Optimus."

If it were possible I would have tensed up more as the larger of them returned looking at me and slowly held out a servo, a sign that he really meant no harm and he was willing to help me with getting where ever we were going and possibly whatever else I would need in the future.

I was still scared, lost, and wary of them all. But I had no choice since I was grounded and I had no knowledge of ANYTHING on this planet. If I didn't go with them I may very well die here even though I have been 'alive' for a very short time.

And...They might even help me find Selena...

I refused to believe that she was gone or dead, she had to be alive somehow...She had to be...

And so, very slowly I took the mecha's servo...

And gripped it tightly saying:

"I'm with you sir..."

DONE! Phew this was long and hard but I LOVED writing it! I hope you all enjoy and I plan to update another story here real soon! Until then this is Shimmering Dawnstar Signing off!

-Till all are one-