Alexis was between consciousness and strange sleep, floating between perceptions that left her feeling bodiless and free. Voices were present, strangely altered ones that were all around her, talking- no arguing, yelling- no twisted interest. And somehow, some way, she felt; no knew, that whatever was going on concerned her.

Light started to brighten. Her body beginning to regain weight as she returned to a place of balance and awareness. She flexed her fingers and barely shifted. Trying to figure out why it felt like she was laying on a couple of hard logs. Finally, her heavy eyelids pried themselves open. The area dimmed until she felt like she woke in a world of shadows. Something long and metallic in appearance shifted over her, beeping softly as her wrist stiffened, clenching reflexively against the sudden onslaught of painful sensations.

Alexis could do nothing but scream. A rather loud vocalization that brought the reality and situation back as if she had been punched in the gut. Her gaze shifted upwards and then down. Alexis tried to sit up, only to nearly fall over and out of what she realized was a rather large hand. Her body was still hanging slightly over, even more so since she sat up. The ground was far enough away that to jump would have been a rather foolish thing. And yet she had to fight the impulse when Alexis realized who was holding her.

Barricade.

The electrical impulses that were trying to tell her brain that she was still hurting, were bypassed for a moment as fear caught up and settled in her chest. Alexis slowly turned her head backwards toward the sentient police car then back around to glance at a rather stolid looking Starscream and another individual who made her breathing nearly stop for a moment. For he was the one who had gone after those four running people when they had first arrived on the base, those individuals who never returned.

It got worse when the one, who happened to have what looked to be very sharp and deadly blades behind his back, leaned forward, his eyes shining as he peered at her with what could have been construed as a rather brazen look. The intense gaze made Alexis try to back up a little. Also forced her to realize once again what a precarious situation she was in, for she nearly slipped again.

"The femme is awake!"

"You have a gift for the obvious, Cyclonus." Barricade's voice boomed from behind her, so close that she felt vibrations tickle down her spine. And the Cyclonus one still staring at her, gave Alexis a cause for further anxiety.

"Hold her still, Barricade. I will finish this." Starscream made a motion with his hand, the reaction of which were Barricade's massive fingers sliding across her and pinning her down to his considerable palm. She struggled, frightened by was going on, hating the implications of the just spoken words. Loosening her elbow a bit, she thrust it toward the nearest finger as hard as she could. Unexpectedly, the giant digit gave way, but that wasn't all, the hand shot down. Before she knew it, Alexis was sliding out of the hand and down toward the floor. Fortunately, for her, by the time she landed on the ground, she was close enough that it didn't cause any damage.

"Slag' it!" Barricade shouted, waving his hand widely in the air.

Alexis took tiny steps backwards, horrified that she was stuck with not one, not two, but three giant robots. One that looked like he was ready to crush her and the other looking a little too happy. And the last one silent and watchful while holding a large tool clenched in his hand. She did the only thing that seemed logical at that moment, the only thing she could comprehend to do.

She ran.

Their size made them less maneuverable than her in the small area. Alexis was astounded by her own courage when she darted right between the Cyclonus' legs, and that she did so unchecked. She sprinted and moved as fast as she could. Not knowing where she was going, Alexis wondered how much that mattered, especially when the ground beneath her started to awaken with tremors as she was pursued, shouts and orders following that were getting closer.

Then she felt a breeze, a whisper of the wind that caressed her arm. Smells came along with it: wet grass, the faint scent of flowers and maybe even dirt. Alexis breathed it in and her heart swelled. She followed it as best as she could, her legs carrying her forward at the fastest speed she could manage.

Something large swept above her as she turned a corner. She barely missed whatever had been aiming for her, instincts taking over as she ducked. Alexis turned into an unknown hallway and passed equipment and electronics. The devices were alive and active, some with monitors. They held alien dialect and charts on them that made Alexis feel somewhat helpless, as it reminded her that she was way out of her element.

But then a door came into view. She ran through it and out into what looked to be a hanger and through the large barn like doors that opened to the outside world, a world that was filled with chaos. Hard rain was pouring down, lightening shooting through the sky looking dangerous and ominous, yet to Alexis terribly beautiful as well.

It was the sky and the real ground, grass and even trees. Alexis didn't stop when she reached the outside. The heavens drenched her with its tears immediately, seemingly lamenting for her sake as it washed the blood off her hand with its purity. Alexis was surrounded by freedom; it called her name with each crash of thunder. A dark path became illuminated with every shattering burst of light. Adrenaline was still flowing freely, but Alexis knew it was just a matter of time before her pace slowed, and her body caught up with the terror induced chemical reaction.

She didn't even get a hundred feet from what she saw was an abandoned, rather dilapidated looking military base, before she was captured. Alexis was still running when a wall of metal came out of nowhere, covering and folding over her in a suffocating manner as she clawed and kicked.

Unfortunately, it seemed her struggling just wasn't going to work a second time.