Alliance

"So you awaken…did you find yourself?" Cynder asked

"How did you know that me being unconscious would help me remember?" He replied flatly.

"A robots mind is very similar to that of an organic. As an organic sleeps, the brain's synapses repair themselves. The concept is the same, but our kind can do it very much faster." She said.

"Why save me though…you must have known I was a predacon before watching that."

"Heh…forgetting how kind maximals are?"

"I see." He stood up. "I am in your debt, and I need yet another favor."

"What is that?"

"I need to return to Cybertron. It seems that trouble is looming over its shoulder."

"Of course, I need to report this expedition anyway. However, I fear that some of your predacons are close by in this solar system. They may give us some trouble."

"It matters not, I believe I can defeat them easily. I am sure your skills are adequet."

"That leaves the matter." She transformed, "What of your little problem?"

"I believe…I am in need of some training." He replied relunctantly.