Had to fix a tiny typo in chapter one. Sorry. My beta is on vacation.

I scan the area. No life signs detected. It is safe for me to unstealth as I am now out of the Autobots' sensor range. I transmit a coded message, requesting communication.

A moment later, a secure channel is opened.

"This is Soundwave. Receiving your signal, Ravage. Report."

"The Autobot craft has landed the fourth planet in the Arcanite Quadrant. Transmitting coordinates now."

"Coordinates received."

"Any new orders?" I eagerly ask.

"Have the Autobots discovered the identity of the youngling?"

"No, she uses a false designation."

"Then your orders stand. Continue tracking the youngling. Soundwave out."

I growl in dissatisfaction. I have been trailing this youngling since she fled Cybertron. I am anxious for new orders. It is most difficult for me to remain hidden on the Autobot vessel when all I want to do is kill each and every one of them.

I could do it too. It'd be easy when they're recharging. But I do not take action. I have my orders. I do not want Lord Megatron to question where my loyalties lie…ever.

I quickly stealth again so that the Autobots do not detect my presence as I approach. I see the one called Wheeljack is still busy with repairs on the vessel. A femme approaches the Autobot from within the ship.

I approach cautiously, listening to their prattle. It disgusts me as I want nothing more than to rip them to pieces.

"How's it going, Wheeljack?"

"I'm almost done, Chromia. Better get everyone back on board."

"I already did," she smiled. "One of the younglings is missing…again."

"You know she's not missing," Wheeljack sighed, closing side panel. "Got a head on her shoulders, that one. She's probably on some rock nearby looking at the stars."

"I worry about her," Chromia frowned. "She spends too much time alone. She doesn't speak much. When she does it's after a nightmare screaming, calling for her mother or father."

"Any luck figuring out who they are yet?" Wheeljack asked.

"She won't say and I can't match her signal pattern up with any of the younglings in our database," Chromia answered. "Could…could she be a Decepticon's youngling?"

Ravager shuddered. The thought of the youngling being a Decepticon was revolting!

"No," Wheeljack stated firmly. "She may not talk much but when she does…well, she kind of reminds me of…"

"Wheeljack! We're receiving a message!" the one called Hound shouted as he ran out of the vessel. "It's from Optimus Prime!"

My claws fully extend digging into the ground. How I despise that name to the core of my spark.

My internal communicator suddenly receives a transmission. No response is necessary as it is a coded message. I quickly decode it.

"Lord Megatron, our leader is nor more. Starcream demands that the youngling be terminated."

The energon flows hot within me upon learning of my master's death. But at least I, Ravage, loyal to the Decepticons, will have the satisfaction of killing Optimus Prime's daughter.