Not much to say as of now except that I don't own anything Transformer related but my OC.

Chapter 5

The next day, Jazz and I were on our way to the Decepticon base. It had been a year and a half ago when they had found where the red optics had holed up. Skyfire had had taken us as far as he could, but the rest had to be on foot, or in this case, on tire.

For some reason, I found it totally predictable that the enemy had set up a base on Antarctica. Away from distractions, free roam, and could experiment all they wanted without interruptions. It still surprised me that others hadn't found out about the many explosions Wheeljack, the Autobot scientist and inventor, had set off. Or how the Decepticons hadn't found out where they were, too.

For a few days, we trekked across the frozen land, deep into the interior of the continent. Eventually, through the sudden storms and life-freezing temperatures, we found it at last. Jazz easily got us through sensors I had expected to be there but didn't know how to counter them.

There were some kinks in the sensor grids, which we seamlessly slipped through, gaining access to the crashed spaceship that was their base. It was covered in snow and ice, but I could tell that it was truly frightening to look at. Although, it seemed that one of the robots had the urge to look a snow-crafting favorite on the Internet. Outside of the entrance, off to the side where it wasn't very noticeable, stood a snowman twice my height. It was completed with metal rods for arms and some extra metal parts for eyes, another smaller rod for a nose, and several rounded extras to form a smiling mouth.

It seems that they have taken a liking to Earth.

I crouched beside the silver mech, and I was distantly aware that my new legs worked wonderfully.

It had been the same day when I arrived at Diego Garcia when I had to get a check up from the Chief Medical Officer, Ratchet. The lime green medic had made quite a first impression. It was Jazz who was escorting me to the med bay behind the small line of injured Autobots, and Ratchet had forcefully thrown two smaller mechs by the names of Mudflap and Skids out of the med bay. There was a round of chuckles, absolutely no sympathy for the two.

I was the last one to receive treatment for minor scrapes I hadn't even realized I had gotten. By then, it was just the medic and I in the expansive room. When Ratchet found out I had prosthetics, he immediately gave work to the engineers and scientists that had arrived. Wheeljack and Perceptor, who had just recently arrived on Earth, were quick to start experimenting on how to make legs for me so that they could move exactly like the ones I had lost. They had finished just in time for this mission, and so far, I was enjoying being able to bend my knee once again.

I followed Jazz into the warship, both of us moving so quietly, we couldn't hear each other. The halls twisted and turned, but I trusted Jazz's tracking methods. We were going to the command center of it all, so we could get some information on their next plans. At least, that's what my partner was going to do. I waited and followed until he gave me the signal to turn and go my own way.

I knew exactly where to go, after studying the maps of the ship that they had managed to gather. My mission was to go to the debriefing room, because there was going to be a meeting in a few minutes.

Just in time I arrived, sneaking out of the ventilation system and onto the rafters high above the spiky helms of the Decepticon officers. Megatron sat at the head on a chair that was more of throne than anything else. Everyone else was sitting in simple stools, listening to the opening comments from the Decepticon leader.

My eye gazed at each mech, studying them so I was sure who was who. Megatron had been the most obvious, and I confirmed it was he by mentally matching him from the picture that was shown to me earlier. Also at the table were Starscream, Shockwave, Soundwave, Hook, Thundercracker, and Skywarp. I began recording their conversation while keeping an eye out for trouble. Because I didn't have a spark, I was virtually invisible to their advanced sensors.

They began to talk about an experiment that required a human. They were talking in their native tongue, but that much I understood. Why would they need a human? Why were they going to experiment on people? It probably had something to do with us working with the Autobots, and they wanted to get rid of as many NEST members as they could. I caught words like 'messy,' 'human,' 'experiment,' 'change,' 'transformation,' and 'weapon.' Otherwise, everything else was lost to me.

I would have to inform Prowl that I wanted to learn more about their language. It seemed like I would need it in the future.

Just as Jazz sent a ping to my two-way radio, the meeting ended. Great timing, I had to say. I slipped back into the air vents unnoticed and made my way to the rendezvous point near the area where we had come in. This time, however, more Decepticons were in the halls, seeing as it was the end of one shift and the start of another. While some of the Autobots back at Diego Garcia thought them as unorganized, energon-thirsty monsters, they did have some semblance of order. Sure it wasn't anything like they had to follow, but they were not complete idiots.

:: Got da info? :: Jazz asked into the radio, and I nodded. He smirked evilly, but it wasn't the one I had seen on his face just before or after he pulled a prank. No, those were mischievous; maybe a bit evil, but nothing like this.

He and I began to leave the base, but we had to tread carefully. The wind had picked up substantially, and I had a feeling that this could set off the sensors by accident. Jazz only confirmed this when I asked him.

We traveled quickly towards the spot where Skyfire would pick us up and take us back to the warmth of the island. I had been to Antarctica before, a few times actually, but while I enjoyed snow and the cold, this was taking it to an extreme. I felt like I wanted to curl up with a blanket, sitting on Prowl's warm chest armor, and stare at the winking stars. First, though, we had to get back.

"How do ya think ya first mission went?" Jazz questioned as the storm ended and we were about a few hours walk from the pick up point.

"Nothing I couldn't handle," I told him simply, preferring not to think of whom that question reminded me of. And that was the same response I had given, too.

"Tha's good. Got da recordin'?"

"Yes, Jazz, I got the recording." Honestly, what did he think I was? Some incompetent fool who couldn't do such a task as the one I was assigned? But I had kept the bite out of my voice, not wanting to get into a fight or to insult him. He did outrank me.

Not much else was said after this. Luckily, Skyfire had decided to meet us earlier and we got out just before another storm had hit us.

Arriving back at the base, the silver mech and I went straight to Prime's office, where the regal mech and Prowl waited for us. We gave our reports, I gave the recording to them, and we were dismissed. Jazz left, ready to grab a cube of energon and get to recharge. However, Prowl wanted to talk to me, so I waited until he was finished exchanging last words with Optimus and we left.

"How was it?" he asked as we started to head outside, the sun beginning to set in the west.

"Fine. I must say, the…additions certainly did wonders. Remind me to personally thank Wheeljack, Perceptor, and Ratchet for these. I feel so lucky to have them." He nodded in agreement. He had been very hesitant when I persuaded him to let me go on the mission, but the new prosthetics soothed his frazzled nerves a great deal.

We went to our usual spot. It was a very secluded area of the island that none of the Autobots felt like going to. But to us, it was special; a place of relaxation and a getaway from the realities of the world. It was a 13-minute walk from the Ark, surrounded by trees, elevated, and it looked out onto the ocean, facing west.

Prowl sat down, reclined against a tree, and I crawled up onto his chest, right above his beating spark. I snuggled into my guardian, content as the sun dipped below the horizon. Grey clouds were slowly making their way towards us, creeping into our view of the bright orb.

"Looks like there is going to be a storm," Prowl observed, servo cupped around me so I stayed on his chest.

"Yeah," I agreed, dropping my formal speech in the privacy of the one I was quickly learning to trust. It frightened me, although I would never admit it, to be able to trust an individual so quickly. But with Prowl…it just came naturally. It was like I somehow knew he could be trusted, that he would keep my secrets and I his. "I bet it will hit here around 23 hundred hours. What's your guess?"

"Your guess seems logical. But, I say it will be closer to 23:30." I cocked my eyebrow at him, but he just smirked. It was these moments when my trust grew just a bit more. It seemed illogical, pointless even, as to how trust could grow in a situation like this. But…it just did. I had no explanation.

As I returned my one-eyed gaze back to the darkening horizon line, I found myself hoping that there was going to be thunder and lightning. After the craziness of the past few weeks, I needed it to rain.

Tell me your honest opinions of the chapter and others before it, please. It's a lot more vague, but do you have any guesses as to who Thana was referring to when she was talking about the question that Jazz asked? I'm still unsure of who I want it to be from, truthfully, but it is between a couple of people you haven't been introduced to.

No reason to hide it, but yes, you will be given a bit more information as to why the Marine likes storms. What do you think of Prowl as her guardian? What are the Decepticons planning? What do you think of Jazz and Thana's relationship? Just some things to get you thinking a bit.

Leave some reviews, and I would be grateful for that. Any ideas you want me to consider, tell me, please. I guess that's all for now. Have a great day everybody!