Well, here's Chapter 2! I think I got rid of most of the issues in this one that were present in Chapter 1, so everything should flow a lot smoother!

I realized after uploading Chapter 1 that I'd forgotten to mention a few things. Number one is that this story does NOT follow any established canon, though it does take a lot of inspiration from the Aligned continuity (WFC, FOC, Prime). Number two is that I'm using the Prime design aesthetic for this. So Megatron, as well as most of the other pre-established characters, will look how they did in Prime. The only character at the moment that I know for sure I'm changing the look of is Optimus, who will look more or less like he did in Generation 1, just with the more realistic and updated look of Prime.

Anyway, let's get on to the story! Enjoy and don't forget to review!


"Primus, Blueshift. You think anyone survived that?"

"I don't know, Inferno," Blueshift said. "But I'm not going to leave empty handed."

Inferno shrugged. "Alright, suit yourself. See you back at base."

"Roger that," Blueshift said as she turned on her high-beams to help cut through the smoke. Slowly, she began making her way through the wreckage, careful not to step on any of the shrapnel from the ship. As she began approaching the ship's initial impact crater, the vague outline of a bot became visible through the smoke. Rapidly making her way towards the bot, Blueshift's spark sank. The damage to the mech's frame was extensive. There were scorch marks all over, as well as countless gashes that were rapidly bleeding energon.

"Scrap! Prime, this is Blueshift! I need a bridge at my location. One survivor, but he's in really bad shape. Tell Ratchet to be ready."

"Copy that, Blueshift. Can you tell if our patient is an Autobot?"

"Negative, sir. He's received rather severe burns across his body."

"Understood. Disable his weapons, just to be safe."

"Affirmative," said Blueshift as she began shutting down the mech's weapon systems. After finally managing to disable the twin missile pods on his back, she commed Optimus and the ground bridge opened next to her.

1 Hour Later:

With Ratchet's help, Blueshift had managed to get the mysterious mech stabilized. Thanks to all the energon he'd lost, they'd been forced to use a good portion of their rapidly dwindling energon supply. Now, Blueshift was busying herself with cleaning what she could of the mech's charred frame. Being in this close proximity to her patient made certain details very apparent to Blueshift. The first and most striking was the mech's protoform. While at first glance it had looked like he had just a standard black protoform, closer inspection showed it resembled the human gemstone called tiger's eye, changing from a black to a golden color based on how the light hit it. The second was that he was a flyer. Not a Seeker, judging by his bulk, but he could definitely fly based on the thrusters on his back and on the bottoms of his peds. Frankly, she found him fairly attractive, even in this damaged state.

She'd been cleaning him off for about half an hour when she reached his shoulder armor. Just as she began cleaning off his right shoulder pad, however, the mystery of this mech began to unravel.

SCRAP! Oh, scrap, scrap, scrap, thought Blueshift as her bad luck continued to worsen. Right at that moment, Ironhide decided to walk into the room and immediately took notice of the mark on the injured mech's right shoulder.

Right there, carved into the mech's shoulder pad, was the mark of a Decepticon.

"What the FRAG?! Blueshift, for the love of Primus, please tell me you didn't just drag a slagging 'CON into our base!"

"I…I didn't…"

"You didn't what?!"

"I didn't know! You saw how burned up he was! How was anyone supposed to know he was a 'Con?"

"What's going on in here?" Optimus said, coming into the medbay to see what all the commotion was about.

"Prime…I…um, he…" Blueshift tried to form words, but she was too shaken to do so.

"What Blueshift here's trying to say is she's the stupid glitch that brought a fragging 'CON into our base and…" Ironhide said before Optimus cut him.

"IRONHIDE! That is more than enough out of you!"

"But, Prime…"

"I said enough, Ironhide! One more outburst like that and I will confine you to base for the next month. Understood?"

"Bu…understood, sir."

"You are dismissed. And, please, not a word about what we've discovered about our guest. We don't have the time or resources to deal with that right now, Ironhide."

"Fine. But that 'Con pulls anything and it's on you, Optimus." And with that, Ironhide stormed out of the medbay, off to do Primus-knows-what.

After taking a moment to absorb everything that had just happened, Optimus turned to find Blueshift next to their Decepticon patient, shaking uncontrollably.

"Blueshift…Blueshift, I must…apologize for Ironhide's actions. He…"

"N-no. No. Optimus, he's…I…. He's right."

"What?"

"Don't you get it, Prime? I brought a Decepticon, an enemy, into our BASE. I could have gotten someone killed!"

"Blueshift, this isn't your fault. There's no way you could have known…"

"Optimus, please, as a friend, I'm asking you to just shut up."

A long silence follows, punctuated only by Blueshift's quiet sobs of self-pity. Eventually, Optimus moves closer to Blueshift to speak with her.

"Blueshift, if it helps you any, I believe I know who this Decepticon is."


Well, that escalated quickly! Anything that you think I can improve on? Let me know in a review! This story can only get better with your feedback, and I really enjoy reading what you guys think of it!

For those of you wondering why I made this story M, you'll find out in later chapters.

Until next time, this is Cutter 497 signing off!