Chappy # 1! So happy I actually kept my word for once ^^'

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Chapter 1

"I just don't think this is wise, Optimus. What if Starscream finds out about it?" Ratchet was persistent in expressing his concern for the welfare of Prime's plan. He wasn't being defiant, but it was pretty close to it. "Besides. Our energon supplies are getting low. Having another bot in our base will only cause it to be consumed faster than it already is."

"I see your point, Ratchet. However, we can not let the Decepticons gain the upper hand on this planet. We can not afford the loss it may hold." Prime voiced his understanding in his medical officer's words but tried to convince him otherwise. "I believe that the agent I've contacted will be diligent in her consumption of energon."

"Her? You mean there's another femme coming here?" Bulkhead was surprised at the thought of another female walking around the base, his face filled with disbelief. "As if we didn't have enough problems dealing with Arcee on her cycle."

Arcee glared at Bulkhead for his comment but shoved it away as Bumblebee beeped an enthusiastic reply to Bulkhead's smart remark. "At least it's a femme and not another mech. Femmes consume less and are more agile."

The medic sighed in defeat and opened the ground bridge at the coordinates Optimus gave him earlier before looking at him and Arcee. "Just be careful. I don't need you two wounded if Cons are to show up on her tail."

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I stoped at a red light next to a red sports car. This particular car was a blood red with vinyls on the door. The paint job was 'sexy' and well kept, showing a possible human who was obsessed with their car.

I looked over the car beside me using my rear view mirror, beginning to swoon. I've never seen a better looking car in the time I've been on earth. I heard him whistle, a deep metallic voice sounding like a self absorbed mech ringing in my audios. I shivered at the voice.

"Nice paint. Your chrome isn't too bad either. What did you use? Candy coat? Looks sexy."

I had heard these types of swooning before. It only told me one thing about a mech and it was either they wanted spark play or to just have a night and leave the next morning. I wasn't too much into those kind of mechs. They were too snobby.

A large vehicle drove up behind him. It was very muscular and very... Blue. Not a big fan of blue either, but it was tolerable. That was when my radar picked up two Decepticon energy signals next to me.

I revved my engines and inched forward as the blaring and ear shattering noise impersonated the sound of an angry snake trying to fend off a predator with a hiss. My back tires dug into the asphalt and left a burnt rubber smell in the air before I took off right as the light turned green and left them in the dust.

The red one was hot on my trail. I pushed my engine harder and squeezed more energon into my fuel cells to go faster. Then I felt something tap my rear fender. I immediately got angry. He dented my chrome exhaust pipe...

He backed away, saying something about a race and speeding the other direction after he took a U-turn. I sighed in relief. At least he didn't make me blow my cover.

I took a ramp to get to the highway so I could get to the coordinates my father told me to get to. I soon pulled off into a beaten path that kicked dirt onto my frame, making me thoroughly irritated. Not only was my rear fender dented and the chrome finish destroyed, I was covered in dirt from this damned road I was driving on. Why the hell me?

I pulled into a field where the coordinates have been set just as a ground bridge appeared in the same location. Two vehicles pulled out of it before the bridge retreated and they stopped just several inches from me. My scanners had picked up Autobot life signals and I sighed deeply. Thank god I didn't have to run again.

A deep calming voice echoed on my communicator from I guessed the 18 wheeler seeing as how the bike was probably a femme or a frail mech.

"Welcome, Lunarstreak. Come with us. We will brief you when we get back to the base."

Ugh. My brain hurts from all the distractions. Anyway. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next one will be out shortly!