The gate opened with her outdated passcode, leaving her to become tenser than she was to begin with. Her spark (life source and soul) hummed in her chassis (chest), nearly whining in her helm (head) while the gate slowly opened. It had good timing, and the Decepticons made sure to keep this as a barrier between them and the Autobots. A Decepticon guard came and gripped her arm, which she made no motion to fight, even when it hurt.

"Megatron will be pleased to see you," He said.

She stayed silent, though her thoughts flowed freely, 'I'm sure he won't be once Rubicon steps in.'

The Decepticon led her through the musty corridors, all covered in grime from the battle-worn mechs (men). She knew these halls and felt her submissive and scared self begin to come back from where she hid it, for she had locked that part away from her siblings to help them not see the actual damage she had received.

The doors to Megatron's throne room slid open quickly, and she was pushed in without care. She didn't expect it, but it hurt just as much. She waited on her servos and knees, not daring to look up at the figure she knew was sitting in the throne.

"Ah, my little pet has returned," Megatron's voice carried throughout the room, echoing a bad omen. "Care to tell me why?"

"No," She answered quite firmly, revealing the side of her that Megatron had seen personally before.

"Hmm. I heard you were evading my men. I assume you have given up?"

"Never," She answered firmly again, still not daring to look up.

"Then why—have you—returned?" He asked loudly, stocking forward before bringing her up by her neck, partially blocking her motor relays from her processor. It was how you would make someone go limp before completely paralyzing them. She could only speak, even if her hands were the only other part working.

"I will never tell you. Your selfish desires have made you an enemy beyond your expertise. I will never let you win," She replied with a scowl.

Megatron was quick to realize that she was not the submissive femme (girl) that he once knew. She was not unlike her carrier (mother) in that she not only held the Autobot blue optics but the similar frame type. Her color was a bright shade of pink, though dull, and unlike her carrier who had a series of purples.

Her color was the only difference that pointed to her creator (father) who was a deep red. Rubicon had a slightly darker red than his sire (father), but his sire did not have the black stripes that Rubicon sported. Megatron knew there were possibly two others as he had seen both Starflare (their mother) and Axion (their father) talking about the youngest and the fact she was sparked (pregnant) again. That was one of the last times he saw her, and he was pleased that Galactica was here now.

The spark is their life source and their soul. Each soul has its other half, but for Transformers it is hard to find their match. As a result, there is less of a chance to get sparked with another if that person is not the other half of their spark.

"Now, what of our little endeavor? Were you sparked?" He asked with a smile, one of pride for his immoral accomplishment.

"No, I was never sparked," She replied evenly, not giving up her firm expression, but also finding her spark softening as if she had once hoped to bear a sparkling (child) regardless of who it came from.

The truth was that her spark sang for his, even now as she hung from his servo. Though they were not sparkmates (a married couple), she had found her spark's match. Another mech could have her, but he would not be her match, which could result in the incapability of having sparklings. They could no longer adopt as the AllSpark had not made a sparkling since the war began, which meant no future soldiers or the next generation to continue their race.

A sparkbond binds together two as a couple. A sparkbond between couples makes it possible to have sparklings, which are their version of kids.

"Well, why don't we try again, and this time, we will bond as we should have," He said, his malicious smile returning to his faceplates.

"I'm leaving, and I'm not coming back," She stated. Her face was filled with that firm expression, but her optics revealed the hurt she had within. He could see it, and he knew it was partially because of him.

"We'll try again, and bond; if only to give your brother time," He said with a knowing and somewhat sorrowful tone. How he knew about her brother, she would never know, but she figured it was a little too obvious.

She could feel her expression falling as he took her to a back room. Her seal had already been broken, and this would count as her second time. Only once didn't mean a success, especially without the sparkbond. However, there sparks were connected as the souls for each other and Megatron had hoped of the rare occurrence of sparklings even without a sparkbond between two matching sparks.