Title: Transformers II No World for Tomorrow

Genre: Action/Drama/Romance

Rating: T for mild language, some strong violence, some crude and sexual humor.

Summary: An Autobot who betrayed Optimus Prime and her best friend shows up again, being hunted by those who she conspired with, The Decepticons. For what purpose, only Sam and Mikaela can wonder.


~Chapter Seven~

Bad Situation


Things were not going well as they were planned.

The Secretary of Defense, John Keller had been in an important meeting with the President, stating that they did have a minor situation in Russia when his phone rang. He was not in the mood for any interruptions so he simply connected it to his secretary so she could deal with it at the moment then went on to explain how he sent a team of agents to Russia to pick up the girl that had hacked into their system to get the information on the Mission City attacks. He stated that they were simply collecting her to find out what she knew and what she had meant about the giant robot in Russia that was threatening her father or the crew of the Typhoon sub.

The phone began to ring again.

Cursing his stupid phone and the person who was calling him, Keller turned away from the vid screen he had put up with the president. "Excuse me, sir. Forgive me." He then reached over and picked up his phone, glancing at the ID screen. It did put him in a better mood to see that it was the agent he had put in charge of collecting Miss Anastasia Karpos. Sighing, he answered. "Keller, here. Agent Ryans, you better have a good excuse for interrupting my meeting with the president......." He was saying.

"Mr. Secretary, we have a situation."

That didn't sound good.

"What kind of situation? Did you find Miss Karpos or not? Or is she being difficult to reason with?" Keller asked, irritated.

There was a minor pause on the other line, as if the agent was hesitating. That wasn't really a good sign at all. But then Agent Ryans let out a low sigh over the phone and he cleared his throat. "We've made contact with Miss Karpos' family and her older sister, Corpella Karpos stated that she had spoken to Miss Karpos only a few days ago, the day the call was made. She reported that Anya was quite irrational and hysterical. She claimed that her sister believed with every inch of her soul that her father, Mr. Vladimir Karpos was in danger because of the acclaimed Cybertronian here in Russia." He hesitated. "She also stated that Anya was planning on entering the United States, to warn our Government about the threat. We went to the airport to receive Miss Karpos, but....." He stopped.

Keller felt the dread once again. He didn't like the way that his agent was hesitating. "But what? What happened?" He asked quickly.

"..........." The Agent hesitated again before he cleared his throat again. "We could not locate Miss Anya Karpos, sir. We asked ticket takers and the security if they had seen Miss Karpos. No one has but one ticket taker. She claims that she took Miss Karpos' ticket but then the girl was approached by men. She overheard them tell Miss Karpos that if she did not go with them, they would take her by force. She believed that they were Government agents, like our selves. But when we contacted the Russian Government to find out if they sent anyone in to collect her, they denied it. Only one Government Agent was sent to interrogate Miss Karpos but.....they lost contact with him. And he was by himself. He was not with anyone else. But the ticket taker claims that he was with American Government Agents." He hesitated again. "Sir, we did not send anyone to meet with the Russian Agent to pick up Miss Karpos. I believe someone else is interfering with the investigation of Anya Karpos."

"Damn it! So you're saying that someone has taken our only witness and connecting link to finding out if there is a Decepticon or an Autobot in Russia?!" Keller exclaimed.

"Yes, sir. As for the news about the Typhoon, sir. We've tried to make contact, ourselves with the officers aboard. We received no transmission from them. So we asked the Russian Government to do it for us. They tried. But there is no news of the submarine at all. In fact, it's vanished off their radar system. No one knows where it is now."

Gritting his teeth, Keller reached up with one hand and began biting his knuckles, which was something he did when he was troubled or thinking too hard. He knew that this was a very bad situation in deed. It was time to contact the Autobots. "Agent Ryans, gather as much information as you can on Vladimir Karpos and the Typhoon submarine. Get permission from the Russians to take the Karpos' into custody. I don't want to take any chances of them becoming victims of the Decepticons, just in case that the Cybertronian is one. We have to make sure that this family is protected and kept under wraps as much as possible. And do yourselves a favor and find Anya Karpos. Now!" He then hung up, staring off at the wall. He was quiet for a very long time before looking at the vid screen of the President. He obviously had heard the whole ordeal from him. "Sir, I think we should wrap up this meeting. Forgive me, Mr. President."

"Contact Optimus Prime immediately, John. This just became their problem. If this giant robot is a Decepticon, we need them to deal with it." The President only said before closing the connection.

Keller swore as he quickly reached over and grabbed his phone again and pushed a certain number. He held up the phone to his ear and had to wait for only a moment before someone answered. "Simmons, we have a situation that calls for the Autobots' attention." he immediately said.

"Sir, I was just about to call you. It seems we had a situation with the Autobots."

His mind now reeling, Keller threw up his hand and let out a frustrated sigh. This was definitely not his day. Too many situations were being thrown at him left and right. First, it had to be the phone call from a Russian hacker stating that there was a Cybertronian in Russia. Now that hacker was missing, along with a nuclear powered submarine. And now this. "Of course there's a situation with the Autobots! There are situations popping up every where! What is it now?"

Simmons hesitated, sensing Keller's frustration and annoyance but then he replied, "Two hours ago, NBE-D2 and NBE-D6 attacked Tranquility, sir. It seems to me that the target was at the Camaro Kid's residence. NBE-A1 and his team......"

"Simmons, right now there is a lot on my plate, so enough with the stupid codes and numbers! Speak as if you will!" grumbled the Secretary.

There was another pause before Simmons let out his own frustrated sigh. "Sir, two Decepticons attacked Sam Witwicky's house where he was holding some kind of party with the Autobots. Which, I'm annoyed to say, I didn't get invited." He grumbled but then cleared his throat when he heard Keller's sharp intake of breath. "Anyway, as far as I know, the Decepticons were after information from a civilian who didn't even know about the Autobots! He didn't know anything and yet, the Camaro kid, Witwicky let him hang around the Autobots until they got attacked. The Decepticons were looking for another unknown Cybertronian, which I'm still trying to figure out if it's an Autobot or a Decepticon. They ripped up the Tranquility Lake fighting the Decepticons! Now there are two civilians who are aware of the Non-Biological Extraterrestrials." He sounded very annoyed by the report. "Sir, I've told you time and time again. It's not a good idea to continue letting those things stay....."

"Simmons, shut the hell up. I don't want to hear your complaints about the Autobots! Right now, I just had a lot more than I can handle dumped onto my lap! Now, do what you can to clear up the mess and then have Optimus Prime contact me! It's urgent that he does!" Keller ordered before slamming his phone down. He was feeling a lot of pressure on him right now and it was not good. Too many things were happening at once and he wasn't prepared for it. "Somehow, I get the feeling that the Karpos girl is what we need to bring everything together." He said, thinking out loud to himself. 'But where is she?'


Anya had never ridden in a jet before so she was somewhat excited about it, yet anxious. She had to admit it though, she was more anxious about the situation she was in now. She didn't like it at all where she was at. The agents who had custody of her now were very strange; she knew that from the beginning. She remembered exactly how she came to be riding the weird aerial craft. It wasn't like any jet she had ever seen though.

The jet had been on an isolated air field, on the other side of the airport. It was a heavy jet, so it wasn't small but it wasn't huge. According to her knowledge on any aerial crafts, it was a Falcon 2000 air charter. On the tail fin, Anya saw the serial numbers for it. It read: CYCLNS 2000. It could have fit at least ten people inside of it that was for certain. It was a deep gray with violet markings all over it. Inside the jet, the seats were steel gray and did look somewhat comfortable. The floor carpet was a violent purple color though. There were at least nine windows on the fuselage. There was a large flat screen TV on the wall near the door where Anya was lead into.

It was a very unusual jet, in deed.

So for nearly six hours, Anya was sitting in a fetal position and biting her nails as she looked out at the window, watching as clouds flew by. She had already been interrogated by Agent Domovoi, who hadn't been the kindest person talking to her. But one thing was for sure, he was a whole lot nicer than the other agents. They were constantly snapping at her and demanding her to tell them what she knew about the so called giant robot. She had been pretty nervous about the whole thing and spoke with a shaky voice. She refused to answer any questions unless they were a little nicer about it.

So far, Agent Domovoi was the only one she'd talk to. He had been standing off, watching the other agents question her but after Anya nearly broke down in a fit of anger and fear, he ordered them to back off. It only surprised Anya that the other agents actually listened. So apparently, Agent Domovoi was the one in charge of the whole thing.

"Miss Karpos," Agent Domovoi spoke as he approached her. He sank down in the chair across from Anya, looking at her twitch a little in nervousness. "Miss Karpos, it's been six hours now and we haven't learned anything from you. I don't know if you're aware of this but if the crew of the Typhoon submarine is truly in danger, you are the only one who can save them. Now, we need to know anything that you can tell us." He told her calmly, yet still sounding stoic.

Anya glanced at him before letting out a sigh and looking away towards the window again. "I have a question for you, Agent Korbács." She then turned her dark eyes back onto Agent Domovoi who straightened a little. She knew he was just as irritated as the others were but he was being more patient about it. "Do you like your job?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" Agent Domovoi asked blankly. Anya looked over at him, giving him a raised eyebrow look. Impatiently, he looked away as he sat back into his chair before turning his dark eyes back onto her. "Yes. I like my job."

"Why?" Anya asked, almost taunting him.

Agent Domovoi narrowed his eyes at her before he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He was annoyed; there was no doubt about that. But he was keeping his temper in check. "I just do. My job allows me to track down and persecute enemies. Now, if you don't mind. Are you willing to tell me what your father sent you and can you tell me what you know about the giant robots? Or do we have to do this the hard way?" He asked, dryly.

Anya rolled her eyes but then reached down into her bag, grabbing her laptop. She pulled it up onto her lap and turned it on. She glanced up at Agent Domovoi, giving him a playful glare for trying to see what she was doing but then she chose to ignore him. "All you have to do is say the magic word. You know? Please?" She almost laughed when he gave her a dry stare. "You know what your problem is? You are just like every Government agent. You're so strict and too professional. You guys need to learn how to relax and be a little friendlier." She told him before letting out a light sigh. "Things go faster that way."

There was a pause between them as she went onto logging onto her laptop and he watching her. But after a moment, Agent Domovoi decided she had a point. Letting out a sigh and running his hand through his thick dark hair, he nodded. "You're right. Things do go faster when we're more on friendly terms." He then forced a friendly smile and held out his hand. "Let's start over. I'm Domovoi Korbács."

Anya looked at him for a moment before she smiled right back and took his hand, giving it a shake. "Anya Karpos. Now, see? That wasn't so hard." She told him almost in a teasing voice.

Rolling his eyes, but smiling, Agent Domovoi nodded to her lap top. "So what are you doing?" He asked, actually sounding curious.

"I," Anya paused as soon as she was on her laptop and then began pulling up the files that she had saved onto her computer. She didn't answer for another few seconds before nodding for him to sit next to her, which he did. "I am pulling up something that you should see. As you might have guessed, I am a hacker. Which," She looked pointing at him. "I really hope you guys won't hold it against me. I'll admit it; I'm nosy when it comes to top secret things. I'm hoping I can get a job in the Government some day. But I just really do not want any criminal records against me. My father would kill me if I got into serious trouble like that." She pulled up a video file and turned her laptop a little so that Agent Domovoi could see. "A year ago, as you might now, there was a terrorist attack on an American city, Mission City, Nevada. I heard about it through a friend and I had to see it for myself. I knew I should have kept my nose out of it, but like I said, I'm nosy. I wanted to see what the whole deal was so I hacked into a public street security system, using another hacker's codes as under cover. So if I got caught, they would think I was that other hacker."

"Scandal." chuckled Agent Domovoi, actually amused by how deceptive this girl really was.

Anya shrugged looking as innocent as she could. "Hey. A hacker does what they have to do to make sure they don't get caught. I also used a computer virus which I called a Pathsweeper to erase any connections towards me. So when the hacker that I used did get caught, it wouldn't come back to me. It keeps any links from being connected to me. Anyway, like I said. I hacked into the public streets security system to see what the whole deal was in Mission City and.....well, I found this." She told him before hitting play.

On the screen of her laptop, the video clip was from a street camera on street light. It was one of the cameras that could capture anything that was happening on the streets of Mission City. At the moment, there was a lot of people running and screaming and there were explosions happening in the background. The two viewers couldn't see the source of the explosions yet until something seemed to explode right out of a city building. And Agent Domovoi actually looked surprised to see that it was a pair of dueling giant robots. The two were trying to kill each other but punching at each other or blasting each other to pieces with unusual weapon systems.

"You look surprised." Anya said, frowning as she looked at him. "I thought you knew about the giant robots."

Shaking his head, Agent Domovoi just narrowed his eyes as he continued to watch an epic battle taking place between the two robots before one was being shot to hell by F-22 jets flying over head. "I did.....I do. But I've never seen the actual footage of the alien robots. I was only told about them. They're bigger than I thought."

"Ye-ah. Because they are giant alien robots. What part of giant don't you understand?" Anya asked, very amused as she lightly nudged him with her fist.

Glancing un-amused at her, Agent Domovoi just shook his head as he returned to watching the footage. "What else do you have? Do you have any more that we can see? Were those the only two robots fighting?" He asked, very interested in the entire subject.

Anya nodded as she pulled up more footage, a light smile on her face as she did so. "No, there was more. But, yes. I do have more. When I saw this footage, I went to hacking into more of the security system. I even picked up footage where some of the alien robots were actually protecting people. I don't understand it though." She shook her head as she pulled up another video clip of several robots covering humans from a large tank, which turned into a very large robot when a smaller one jumped on top of it and proceeded to yanking out weapons from its shoulders. "If these robots are alien invaders, why did they defend the humans? What are they doing here and what do they want?" She asked, looking at the agent.

There was a long silence as the Russian Agent just watched but then he looked away, almost too thoughtfully. It looked like he was doing some careful thinking. "I don't know. As far as I know, all of the alien robots are dangerous. They are not here with good intentions. It's possible that those robots were only protecting people so that they could take human slaves. I'm not sure. Our Government has our theories. The Governments are working to destroy the alien invaders but we fear that it won't work. The alien robots are too big and too strong for even our military weapons. We can't determine what they want. But as far as I can tell, during the Mission City incident, a lot of Americans were killed because of the invaders. I don't even know if these things are even safe."

"What about my father?" Anya asked, now sounding very worried. "Is he going to be okay?"

Agent Domovoi looked at her, hearing the fear in her voice. He just stared into her eyes for a moment before he tried to force a smile as he nodded. "I'm sure he'll be fine. As long as he does what he needs to do, I think you'll see him again. To be honest, if he's anything like you, I think he's doing great." he told her.

Anya looked at him before smiling as she turned her eyes away from him. She felt her face flushing at least a little. She felt a little embarrassed by his remark but she also felt glad for it. She couldn't help but think that he was giving her a compliment about how she was trying to be brave. "I don't know about that." Her face fell a little and tears began to sting her eyes as she thought about her father. "I'm.....I'm actually really scared. My father is with one of those things and I'm stuck in a stupid jet going who knows where." She remarked before her eyes flashed and she looked out the window again. "Speaking of which, where are we going?"

The Russian agent frowned as he glanced at the window before shaking his head and standing up. He turned to look over at the other agents as they were conversing with one another. "That's a good question." He started walking over to them. "Where is the pilot......." He was saying.

Suddenly there was a loud boom and the jet gave a sudden jerk, causing Agent Domovoi to stumble hard against the wall, and Anya screamed as she was nearly jerked out of her seat. She had to catch her laptop from being thrown to the floor, where she quickly proceeded to shutting it down and shoving it into her bag as she looked wide eyed at Agent Domovoi who looked sharply out the window. The agents, however, stiffened as if they had just been told something before they let out the strangest noise that Anya had ever heard.

A metallic screech.

Eyes growing wide, Anya felt as if someone had just punched her in the chest. That was the same sound that the came from her father's signal. The language of the giant robots. "No, no, no, no!" She yelped before she jumped to her feet and snatched up her bag. She knew very well that this was not good. "Domovoi! Those agents!" She screamed before yelping as she was thrown against the wall because the jet jerked again as soon as there came an explosion from outside. "Domovoi! Those are alien robots!" She yelled.

Agent Domovoi looked sharply at her before turning around and glaring at the other agents, who were struggling to keep being thrown against the walls. But without a word, he yanked out a gun from inside his jacket and fired at one of the agents. There was a loud clunk before one of the men seemed to explode. His skin turned silver and he simply became a large seven foot robot, looking sharply at the Russian agent. The other agents shuddered before the exact same thing happened to them and they too were robots. Agent Domovoi pointed his gun at another of the robots, who snarled at him before lashing out and smacking him hard to the side. He hit the jet's wall before crumpling to the ground. The robots then turned their hot red optics on a terrified Anya, who cowered.

"No!" Anya only screamed as she hugged her laptop.

And before the robots could start towards her, there was another loud crunch as something rammed into the jet, throwing it hard out of the sky.

Anya couldn't even stand still when that something rammed into the jet. She shrieked as she was thrown to the ground, as were some of the alien robots. She only grimaced as she hit her head against the floor, causing stars to explode right before her eyes. She just laid there for a moment, feeling the jet tossing and turning before something seemed to explode all around her. The jet seemed to fall apart, right around her, ejecting her right out of the craft into open sky.

Shrieking, Anya opened her eyes and found herself falling. She turned her head sharply to see what just happened and her breath, if she had any because of the fall, caught in her chest. The jet had exploded but not in the way she though it would. It had actually transformed, now locked in a battle. It was a giant alien robot just as she had thought. It was locked in a battle with an ink black and violent red transformer robot who was now throwing a metal fist hard into the Falcon 2000's twisted face.

Not being able to help herself, Anya screamed again, wasting her breath as she fell a high velocity.

The black and red transformer, however, seemed to have heard her because its head jerked to look around its enemy, and its fiery red gaze spotted her, kicking and screaming as she plummeted towards the earth. Letting out a loud grunt, the transformer kicked out hard into the Falcon 2000's chest, knocking it hard away from it before it turned sharply and transformed into a large Blackbird jet. With a loud boom, it blasted off away from the Falcon 2000 right after Anya.

Anya heard it before she saw it. She just heard the screaming of the engines before she turned her head sharply to see the Blackbird moving fast towards her. She screamed, still hugging her bag tightly to her and closed her eyes. She truly believed that the jet was going to hit her.

However, she was nearly shocked out of her mind when there came a loud metallic click and the sound of metal grinding against metal before she felt something enclose around her.

Her eyes snapped wide open when she felt hot metal wrap around her, jerking her upward. She looked wide eyed up at the giant robot now holding onto her as they both fell out of the sky. There was an actual giant alien robot catching her. She couldn't find her breath to scream but stare in fear as it looked down at her with its fiery red gaze, still plummeting towards the earth, which was no doubt only 500 feet away now. What surprised her even more was how gentle the giant robot was being with her. She had been expecting to be crushed immediately once the robot had her but instead, it was pulling its fist close to its chest as it made a half transformation to slow its fall.

Just before it could pick itself up out of the fall, there were several loud screeches, which caused the transformer to jerk around to see several smaller robots now speeding towards it. They were like little jets, almost large model plane sized. Each and every one of them was a sharp silver and violent purple with fiery eyes on each one of them. They were coming in fast to attack the Blackbird.

"Hand the human over, traitorous scum!!" A metallic screech found Anya's ears.

The Blackbird robot jerked its other arm outward and there was a blinding white flash as several blasts exploded out of its arm, striking several of the smaller robots. The giant robot that held Anya only tightened its grip around her, yet not painfully tight. It was more like embracing her as if expecting some kind of collision.

And then it hit the ground.

Anya's head felt like it nearly exploded from hitting it against the robot's metal hand and she couldn't even find herself to screaming as she felt a sharp jerk around her before hearing the rumbling crashes. She just braced herself as she felt everyone shaking violently around her. She truly believed that she was going to die out of this. And eventually, there came the welcoming oblivion of darkness swarming to meet her.

She wasn't even sure how long she was out but she knew that once she woke up, she was no longer in the clutches of the giant robot. She felt her entire body aching as she slowly woke up to the dulled explosions from all around her. She heard metal slamming against metal before there were deafening booms. Her eyes fluttering open, she saw dulled light all around her. The ground was vibrating and rumbling violently under her but it seemed a little ways off. Anya groaned as she tried push herself up but felt sharp pain in her arm, causing her to cry out. She had been on her stomach but with some effort, she pushed herself onto her back. Her head was throbbing painfully, making it very hard to think.

Another explosion outside whatever shelter she was in made her jump and look wildly around. She was surprised to find herself in rocky shelter. Some how, she had been placed into a cave.

Grimacing, Anya tried again to push herself up against the rocky wall, only to jump at another explosion. That one had rocked her shelter, causing her to gasp and accidently inhale dust when it kicked up all around her. She covered her head with her not so hurt arm and waited for the cavern to collapse around her. She listened to explosions for a good solid several minutes before they slowly died down.

Soon, there was nothing but eerie silence, other than metallic screeches outside the cavern.

Shaking, Anya slowly looked at the opening of the shelter, waiting for something to emerge there and scare the living hell out of her. She stared for a long moment, listening to only thunderous booms and felt the ground shaking under her. She felt her blood drain from her face as she watched a shadow pass over the opening. She began to shake violently as she saw it coming closer then stop, still standing over the cavern. It didn't move though and nothing happened. Still shivering, she pushed herself to her feet and crept to the opening, being very careful and as quiet as she could manage. She saw greenery every where outside the cavern, so she was no doubt no longer in Russia. Judging by the terrain, it was somewhere in Asia. She could see that Bamboo trees had been knocked over and splintered at the mouth of the cavern.

Her breath very raspy and coming out sharply, she crept to the mouth and carefully peered out. She couldn't see what the shadow belonged to, but it was no doubt standing over the shelter. Shivering again, she slowly peered out further, looking fearfully up into the sky, only to freeze.

The large black and red robot was there, looking off away from where she was at. It was looking up into the sky, actually. It was as if it was waiting for the other robot to come back to attack it. The robot, itself, was what brought more fear to Anya. It was massive in size. It stood almost twenty-two feet tall with a very large frame. It's Blackbird wings were folded behind its back, almost like black angel's wings, but it was no where near being an angel. Still, it was huge. Bigger than the robots she saw from her video clips. Her breath unsteady, Anya drew back into the shelter again, looking wide eyed at the ground. She had no idea how she was going to get away from this thing. If it saw her trying to run away, it wouldn't be any trouble catching her. But she couldn't let it. She needed to get away as fast as she could, get to safety, if there was even a place for her. She still felt shock in her system and she was fighting herself from fainting. She could feel herself shutting down again but she knew that she couldn't do it. She had to get away first.

"You can do this, Anya." She whispered to herself before grabbing her back, hanging at her side and hugging it tightly. She only hoped that her laptop hadn't been damaged in the fall from earlier. She couldn't check it now though. She'd have to do it later. Taking a deep breath, she started to step forward, ready to bolt.

Suddenly, there was a loud rumble and the cavern roof starting moving. Anya let out a startled shriek as she collapsed onto her rear and she looked wide eyed up to see that it had been lifted up, showering her with sunlight, other than the shadow from the giant robot. She looked fearfully up at the large black and red robot as it looked down at her. Her breath caught in her chest again and her body completely went on shut down, not being able to move at all. She just stared up with fear.

The large alien robot just pushed the large boulder aside as if it were nothing before it carefully lowered itself down to its knee, moving closer to the young human.

It was then, Anya found her strength to quickly stand, ignoring the pain in her left arm. She let out a terrified scream and turned to bolt. She knew it was stupid to run. There was no way she could get away from that thing. But she had to try. She had to get away from it as fast as she could before it caught her. She felt tears starting to run down her cheeks as she began running down a grassy slope before she glanced back to see how far it was. And to her surprise, it hadn't even moved. It just sat there, watching her run before it's fiery eyes lit up and it stood sharply, now moving forward.

A second later, Anya knew why.

The ground simply left her feet, or at least she left the ground. She shrieked again, jerking her head forward only to see that she had just ran off a cliff. She gasped sharply as she saw herself now falling off the fifty foot slope towards a rocky river below. However, before she fell too far, the jet black robotic hand lashed out right under her and caught her before she completed her fall.

Anya's head nearly spun on her neck as she turned sharply to look up at the giant robot that caught her. She couldn't stop herself from screaming again as it brought her back up. "Help! Someone!" She cried out before she yelped as the robot turned around and lightly dropped her back down onto the grassy ground below them. She collapsed onto her back but didn't move again as she looked up at it with fear. It was just standing over her, looking down at her with almost, surprisingly concerned look in its fiery red eyes.

"Your arm has been damaged, but it's merely dislocated. You will need medical treatment immediately to avoid any more damage. There is minor bump on your head, so you could be suffering from a concussion. So I suggest you not to try and run again. The next time you do, you could drift off into stasis and not wake up again."

Flinching at it's powerful voice, Anya cowered under its gaze but she didn't say anything but stare wide eyed up at it. She couldn't bring herself to say or do anything again. She just stared wide eyed up at the robot. Breathing rapidly, she swallowed hard before pushing herself to sit up.

"Wh......what.....what are you g-going to do.....do to me? Are you go-going to hurt me?" She asked shakily.

The robot's head jerked back a little before it grunted and turned slightly away, yet still watched her as it slowly lowered itself to its knee above her. "No. Harming humans is against my orders. I'm not allowed to. I could, but I'd rather keep Optimus Prime's trust." It's shook its head as it gazed at her. "But I can see why you would think I would try and harm you. You were in the possession of Cyclonus and a few Sweeps, which surprises me that they're even here. More or less, without that infuriating Scourge. The Sweeps don't listen to Cyclonus very well without their master." It told her.

Anya's head started aching as she took in the little information, making her wince a little as she reached up to rub her forehead. "Sw-Sweeps? Cyclonus? Wh-what are they?" She asked, uneasily.

"Decepticons. They're pretty nasty pieces of work, but then again, so was I when I was apart of them." The giant robot remarked but then its fiery gaze narrowed a little onto her. "But you don't seem to know anything about what those are, do you?" He wasn't surprised when she timidly shook her head. Instead, he glanced away from her, almost thoughtfully. "An outside civilian. You're not even aware of the Autobot/Earth Alliance. This isn't good. If the Decepticons are after humans who don't have a clue about us, what are they planning?" He asked, mostly thinking out loud to himself.

A feeling of dread washed over Anya as she thought about it herself. She had a feeling she knew what those....Deceptions or whatever this guy called those robots were after her. She had told them, or at least Agent Domovoi about what she knew. They could have wanted to keep her quiet and not warn the Americans about them. But what about this one? It seemed all right. It had saved her from nearly becoming a 1000 foot drop splatter on the face of the earth. She was lucky enough to only have a dislocated shoulder and a possible concussion. She knew very well that she should have had a lot more than that. She should have been dead. But this thing.....this giant alien robot had saved her life. Her arm was killing her though and her head was throbbing. She knew very well that she needed to see a doctor soon or she could collapse from shock.

The robot seemed to have sensed her discomfort because it was looking at her again, seeing her wincing a little. "You need to be repaired. I would do it for you but I'm afraid I'm not much of a medic. I should take you to find Ratchet but I believe that crash we both had might have knocked out my radar system and scrambled my communications. I need to repair them to be able to find him."

"Rat.....Ratchet?" Anya asked shakily, trembling as she tried to climb to her knees. "What....."

There was a light chuckle as the giant robot looked down at her. "The Autobot medical officer. He's studied the human anatomy and so he knows all of the functions and even the skeletal system of a human. But unfortunately, he's not even in this part of Earth. He's on the other side, millions of miles away from where we are." It lowered itself a little closer, which only caused Anya to gasp and draw back away. "Easy, Sparkling. If I wanted to harm you, I would have just let you fall from the sky and be destroyed by the impact of the ground. Perhaps, maybe I should transform. Would that help you settle your nerves a little?"

Anya stared up at him in surprise but she slowly shook her head. "Wh.....what are you?" She asked, holding her breath and waiting for something bad to happen. She wasn't sure if she should have asked it that or if she would even get an answer. But she wanted to know what it was.

The giant robot tilted its head before chuckling softly as it pulled back, sitting down on its metal heel. "I am an autonomous robotic organism from a Planet called Cybertron. A Cybertronian, an alien, I suppose you can say. My designation: Jetfire."

"Des-designation?" Anya asked, squinting her eyes in confusion. "You mean your name?"

The giant alien robot only nodded as it rested its elbow against its knee, still looking down at her. "Affirmative. In the way Earthlings would introduce their selves, my name is Jetfire. I am apart of the Autobot Fraction fighting against the Decepticons." It turned its head and looked at one of its wings before there was a slink!

It had struck out one of its wings, making Anya jump a little but she saw that it was just trying to show a symbol on the wings. Her eyes grew wide seeing the robotic head insignia on the wings. It was violent purple against the black and it looked like there were sharp spikes on either side of its head. "That insignia......" She murmured.

"It is the symbol of a Decepticon, which I am no longer apart of." Jetfire explained turning its burning red eyes onto her. "The Decepticons are Cybertronians who are lead by Megatron, an evil and ruthless Cybertronian who wishes to destroy every planet's inhabitance and rule the planets they conquer. Including Earth. They wish to destroy humans so that they can rule your planet and even absorb your Energon, harvesting it to take back to our planet, Cybertron."

Anya's eyes grew wider by the minute as she listened to Jetfire. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. So far, she heard him telling that giant alien robots called Decepticons had came to Earth to destroy it. Just like she thought. "And......and the Au-Autobots? Wh-what do they wa-want?"

"You do not need to fear, Sparkling." Jetfire told her, trying to be soothing as its sharp red eyes dimmed a little. "The Autobots have come to Earth to protect it and its young species. I, who used to be a Decepticon, fight along with them. I am not here to hurt you or any of your people. I know you cannot trust what I say but I assure you. I speak true." It then slowly lowered a giant hand towards her, holding out a finger feet away from her. "I swear on the name of Primus, the First One and the Creator of our kind. And that is an oath that all Cybertronians take seriously. Even the Decepticons. Come, let me help you stand." It told her.

Uneasily, Anya stared at the giant finger, nervously. She wasn't sure if she could trust it. But so far, it had spoken to her in a soothing voice and seemed friendly enough. It didn't seem to want to hurt her, or it could have done that already. It had plenty of chances. So with a trembling hand, she reached out and placed her unhurt hand onto the offered giant finger and pulled herself up. She bit back a scream of pain because of her dislocated shoulder but only winced.

"Careful." Jetfire told her gently before helping her up. Then it kept its hand close to her, as if trying to tell her to sit down on its palm. "We need to get you to a medical facility. Climb on."

Of course, Anya looked at him with worry. "You're going.....you're going to carry me?" She asked, uneasily.

"It's faster this way, Sparkling. The sooner we get you to a medical officer, the better for your arm. I can sense your pain through my sensory units and I can tell that it is, how you would say, killing you." Jetfire said, lightly, trying to joke with her.

Anya couldn't help but smile and laugh weakly but she took a deep breath and sat down onto the offered hand, pulling herself to the center of its palm. She had to suck in a lot of air when Jetfire lift her up and it stood but it did very slowly so not to startle her. Her heart was thumping hard against her ribcage when she found herself now eighteen feet up in the air, but she felt a wave of awe roll over her at the sight surrounding them. She could see almost everything from Jetfire's palm. Turning her still anxious eyes onto the giant robot's face, she bit her lip. "You're......" She held her breath when Jetfire turned its sharp red gaze onto her. "You're.....a....guy, right? A male? I can't really tell." She said, wincing. She was sure that would offend the robot.

But instead, Jetfire chuckled and bobbed its head into a nod. "I am of the male sex. If I were a femme, you would be able to tell. I'm sure you don't want to continue being called a Sparkling. So what is your designation?" He asked.

The young teen made a face at the word femme. It didn't take too much to know that Jetfire meant a female. But she had to wonder what in the world was a Sparkling? "My name is Anya Karpos. Anastasia Karpos, actually. But I prefer being called Anya." She then hesitated, thinking about what Jetfire kept calling her. "What's....what's a Sparkling?"

Jetfire started walking towards the East, his footsteps leaving light booms but it didn't bother Anya anymore than before. But keeping his optics forward, he shook his head. "A Sparkling is what we call young ones. Children." He looked at her when she made a scoffing sound and was looking somewhat offended. He knew why though and it made him chuckle. "You may not be exactly a child of your human species, but considered to the Cybertronians, you are a child. Our species can live a million years, maybe even billions or even eternity. Myself, I am an Ancient of our kind. I have lived for nearly nine billion years." He informed her.

Anya's jaw dropped in astonishment. "You're that old?!" She gasped. She was answered with a chuckle from the giant robot.

After a while of walking and having a small conversation, Jetfire finally stopped in the thick of the bamboo trees before carefully lowering Anya down to the ground, gently putting her down. He stayed down on one knee though, looking off towards a small city they had came across. His optics were narrowed a little in thought, as if he was scanning the entire area for anything bad but then he seemed satisfied for he turned his optics onto Anya, who was holding her dislocated arm. "The medical facility is on this side of the human city. I do not sense any Sweeps there but I know they are close. I think I will try and hunt for them and destroy them to make sure they do not harm this city. You should just go to the facility and get looked at by a medical officer. If you wish to return to me, just return here. I will be here. If not, then this will be our farewells. Just be careful, Sparkling and keep a look out for anyone suspicious. I fear that the Sweeps may still be after you."

Anya felt herself shiver to think about that. She didn't really want any more to do with the alien robots other than just getting to the Americans and warning them about what happened with her father. She still hadn't told Jetfire why she was with the fake agents and Agent Domovoi, which she was pretty sure was a real agent. He had tried to protect her from the aliens on the jet. But with a nod, she turned and started towards the city, hesitating a little to look over at Jetfire. He was still watching her, which made her only a little nervous but....in a way, she felt relieved.

"Go, Anya. Go be repaired." Jetfire told her, nodding towards the city.

Smiling faintly, Anya went on towards the city to get some medical attention. She felt somewhat grateful to having met this giant robot. She had been pretty scared of him at first, thinking he was the kind that would hurt her but, it seemed that not all of the robots were terrible as she had seen from the Mission City video clips. She wondered if the others were like him at all. She really hoped so. She felt a certain trust going towards him, yet she was still a little uneasy about him. It was probably the fact that he was an alien robot. She found the hospital all right. All she had to do was walk up to someone, who was clearly Chinese.

Judging by the people in the city, she had to be in China, somewhere. She wasn't even sure what part but it was clear that the so called Decepticon jet with the "Sweeps" had been taking her west from Russia. That had only made her frown and think about why they were going that direction. The fastest way of getting into the Americas was taking the east route.

It was to Anya's greatest satisfaction that there was an Asian who spoke English in the medical facility. So she didn't have to make herself look strange before the doctors and nurses in the entire building. She didn't know why she didn't tell the exact truth to the doctor, but she explained to him that she had actually fallen out of a tree and that was how she dislocated her shoulder and hurt her head. The doctor probably knew that she was lying but he didn't push her. He just examined her before telling her to brace herself and then he popped her shoulder back into place.

Of course, she couldn't have helped but screamed in pain, managing to muffle it at least a little.

Then while she was waiting for the doctor to return after telling her he was going to prescribe some pain killers to her, she just sat there on the table, moving her sore arm a little to get rid of any kinks. She winced only a few times but it did feel so much better than before.

Still waiting, Anya decided to check her laptop now. She needed to find out if it was okay and none of the information had been damaged. She had to make sure that the video clips and even what her father had sent her were all right. They were the only pieces of information she had to warn the Americans about the giant robot that could be threatening her father. She wondered if she should trust Jetfire with this information. There was a possibility he could help her. But she wasn't entirely sure if he could be trusted. She had only met him and he could be using her to get the information. Much like what those "Sweeps" had tried to do with her.

Turning on her laptop and waiting for it to load, Anya glanced around to see if the doctor had come back yet. So far, he hadn't. She frowned, wondering what was taking him so long.

But with a shrug, her attention was on the laptop when it was finally up and running. She immediately began looking it over for any damages. So far, she found only a few scrapes and dents on the outside. It didn't look terrible. But her indefinite worry was the fact that some of the programs on it were a little sketchy. The screen had lost some color but it wasn't too bad. She pulled up the robot video clips and checked them. She had only lost one but the others were fine.

Now for the information her father sent her.

Pulling up the video clip her father had sent to her computer, Anya prayed that it hadn't been damaged. She really hoped that it hadn't. It was this information that would probably save him. She was in for a minor disappointment.

The imagery of the symbol her father had taken from the Typhoon had been damaged and it was difficult to see it. It was really snowy and there were black and white dots jumping up every where on the screen. She could barely see the symbol at all. That made her swear loudly, causing a Chinese nurse passing by look at her with a weird look. She tried to smile at her though to get out of it. She was only glad that the nurse just went on before she turned her attention back onto her laptop. She played it to see how bad it was and was sorely disappointed on the imagery. The sound, however, was okay. There were some blurred parts but she could hear every word that her father was saying. So that was some relief.

Now for the signal her father had sent to her.

Anya pulled it up, yet turned down the volume. She knew it would probably freak out the staff if they heard it. Once it was low enough, she played it. She listened to the metallic screeches and clicks with a frown. It sounded like it was all in order.

It was right at that moment the doctor returned. However, something did seem different about him. He looked more serious than before. He had been smiling when he left and looking friendly. But now, he didn't look so friendly. His face was stone like and he had one arm hidden behind his back, as if he was hiding something. In truth, his stature scared Anya a little. He had the same look the fake agents when they had picked her up at the airport.

Un-nerved, Anya quickly put her laptop on standby and shoved it into her bag before standing up and moving back a few steps away from the doctor, giving him an uneasy look. She stared at him for a moment as he entered the room and stopped in the middle of the room, staring blankly at her. Letting out a shaky breath, Anya hugged her bag close to her. "What did you do to the human doctor?" She asked the Sweep. She knew very well that the doctor before hadn't been a Sweep. He couldn't have. He had been kind and gentle to her. Especially with her injured arm.

"The human medic is no longer your concern." the Sweep spoke blankly before pulling out his hidden arm from behind him. It had startled the young Russian girl to see that it was a transformation of a strange alien weapon molding into the human form's arm. "You're only concern is that if I offline you or not. If you do not wish to be offlined, you will come with me. Try and escape like you did before, I will destroy you. You comply, you live. Do we have an understanding?"

Shaking a little, Anya just nodded as she hugged her bag tighter to her, trying to seek comfort from it. It wasn't working. "Ye-yes." She said shakily. The Sweep then jerked his alien weapon towards the door, motioning her to start walking. Terrified, yet slowly, Anya started moving.

It was right at that moment, someone appeared in the door way. And not just anyone. Agent Domovoi.

Seeing him surprised, Anya halted in her foot steps and stared at him with shock. She had really thought he had died on the jet. More or less, had thought he'd been crushed. She also felt uneasy that he was even here with that blank look on his face as he entered the room. In a way, she truly believed that he was one of the Sweeps. After all, he had gone to the airport with them to capture her. How could he not be one of them? But then she took a good look at him. While the Sweep's human form didn't look beat up after the fight with Jetfire, and she was sure that they didn't bruise or bleed, Domovoi Korbács was. He had a nice sized bruise sporting on his right cheek where the Sweep had hit him on the jet and he did have some blood staining his white shirt, which his uniform was very well ruffled up. He was limping a little but he ignored it as he pulled out his gun and aimed it right at the Sweep doctor.

There was a loud crack as the gun went off followed but another and another and another.

Anya screamed as she drowned down to her knees, waiting to get hit by a stray bullet. But instead, she heard loud clinks as the bullets almost ricocheted off of the robot, which it dropped its human look. The doctor's skin just faded away like before on the jet. The robot itself whirled around angrily now aiming the alien weapon at Domovoi. But that was went two bullets from Domovoi's gun hit the robot's optics, smashing them. The alien robot let out horrible screech as it slammed its metallic arm over its now damaged eyes. It was moving back as far as it could away from the attacking human before it tripped over its metal feet, crashing to the ground.

"Anya! Come on! It's probably alerting the other robots!" Domovoi exclaimed as he rushed forward and grabbed Anya's hand. He quickly pulled her up to her feet and started running from the room. He kept a tight hold on her wrist, pulling her after him and shoving past people.

Anya cried out in alarm as she was pulled but she ran with him. She wasn't going to stop for nothing. "What happened to you on the jet?! I thought you were dead!" She yelled as she ran.

Domovoi Korbács shook his head as he shoved past a pair of doctors, being yelled at by them. He ignored them of course but just kept pulling Anya after him. "One of the robots! I fell just like you did but one of them caught me right out of the air! It believed it could use me to get to you! Thought I would lead it right to you!" he yelled over his shoulder to her.

Suddenly there was an explosion, causing both of them to yell in surprise and come to a halt just as the walls were nearly blown in. Both fell to the ground, covering their heads while people began screaming and yelling in shock and fear. Anya rose her head with Domovoi, her eyes wide with fear as she watched several Sweeps step out from the smoke and dust, surrounding them both. She felt as if her body was turning into ice. Domovoi, however, wrapped an arm protectively around her and aimed his gun. "Yo-you don't have enough ammo!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah! But I will use it up to make sure they don't hurt you!" The Russian agent yelled back as he glared around at the Sweeps.

"Surrender, humans, or prepare to perish!" One of the Sweeps snarled at them, aiming its weapon at them.

Shaking her head, Anya knew they were in a very tight spot. She felt as if all hope for her and Domovoi was lost. She knew very well that they were now the alien robot's prisoners. She looked at Domovoi, who was glaring at the robot who spoke. His grip certainly tightened around her. "Dom-Domovoi!" She stammered weakly.

Swearing in Russian, Domovoi shook his head as he carefully stood up and dropped his gun. "We don't have a choice, Anya. Looks like they won this round." He told her, helping her stand. Again, Anya shook her head as she looked fearfully around at the Sweeps. She didn't want this to be over. She didn't want to be the prisoner of these things. She knew that the Sweeps were very bad and they might as well just kill the two when they weren't useful to them. She prayed that somehow they would be saved.

Her prayer was answered.

Before any of the Sweeps could move to capture them, their optics flashed and their bodies jerked around as if they heard something coming. One of them even began shouting at the others, just as the roof of the hospital was ripped off. Anya and Domovoi exclaimed in surprise as they covered their heads to protect them from any falling debris. There was a loud explosion and something hot whizzed right by them, as well as a loud crunch. Both Russians looked up with alarm only to see a giant red and black robot begin smashing and blasting Sweeps left and right.

Anya's heart began to speed up with joy as her face also lit up to see Jetfire. She felt so happy to see him, more happier than she had to when he first saved her. She knew that he must have heard the explosions or even picked up the Sweeps' signatures in the city and came running to her defense. She never felt so happier to see the giant robot. "Jetfire!" She said brightly as she watched the large red and black Transformer destroy the now attacking Sweeps.

Jetfire didn't respond to her but continued to blast the Sweeps right out of existence. He whirled around in a circle when a few transformed into small model planes and started to attack him but he had no trouble with them at all. In truth, he looked like a large gorilla swiping at the planes to Anya. The Sweeps, however, were attacking him at once, and it was proving to be a little difficult for even the large Transformer to defend himself. More or less, the two humans when four Sweeps dropped down beside Anya and Domovoi, now raising their weapons to fire on them.

"Jetfire!" Anya screamed in fear.

The large robot turned sharply before swinging his large fist over the Sweeps and bringing it down on top of them with a loud crunch. After crushing them, he reached out for Anya and Domovoi. "Climb 'board! We're getting' out of here!" He roared.

Anya nodded and quickly started forward, only to stop when Domovoi pulled her back, shoving her behind him to protect her. She would have felt touched for his over protectiveness if it wasn't calling for it. But instead, she latched onto his arm and pulled him towards Jetfire's metal hand. "It's okay, Domovoi! He's good! He's nice! Come on! Or we will die!" She yelled at him, now tugging on him.

Of course, the Russian agent pulled on her right back, trying to keep her away from the robot. "It's dangerous, Anya! Stay away from it!"

"He's fine!" Anya yelled right back before yelping when Jetfire decided to take matters into his own hands. he had had to swipe at a bunch Sweeps firing on him and buzzing around him like mosquitoes before having enough of it. He quickly wrapped his hands around both humans, causing them to cry out in alarm as he lift them up and began to run. He thundered away from the hospital, causing quite the panic in the streets as he destroyed the streets from under him. He kept Anya and Domovoi close to his chest, using his back to shelter them from the Sweeps' fire.

The Sweeps, of course, gave chase and it didn't help at all as the Falcon 2000 jet came diving out of no where, transforming into the Decepticon. It let out a nasty screeching roar before trying to blast Jetfire. The blast hit the Transformer in the back, causing him to spin on his feet. Anya screamed in his grip, covering her eyes so that she didn't watch the world spinning. Domovoi was yelling in Russian at the robot, demanding him to put them down but of course, Jetfire ignored them as he quickly placed the angry and definitely feeling sick agent into his other hand with Anya before spinning around and transforming his other arm into a very large cannon. One that he hadn't used before.

There was a thunderous boom as Jetfire fired and a hot red blast exploded out of the cannon, speeding across the street towards the Falcon 2000 robot. The blast caught it right in the face, sending it whirling on its own feet and crashing down heavily on the road. There had been a lot of screams from some people as they ran away from the entire scene.

But either way, it gave Jetfire the time he needed. He turned sharply, clicking loudly as he began his transformation. His body first changed before a latch on top of the Blackbird jet popped open and he quickly placed the two humans inside. Anya and Domovoi hit the metal floor inside of Jetfire pretty hard, though, ending up falling onto their knees or onto their sides. They could only exclaim in surprise before they nearly began to slide when the Blackbird blasted off the ground, into the sky. Jetfire circled only once to fire upon the Sweeps and the Falcon 2000 to get their attention before turning sharply and flying away from the Chinese City. He made a sharp round about to make sure they were following and when he saw that they were, he hit it full throttle, leaving them in the clouds.

Inside, Anya and Domovoi looked around with wide eyes at the interior of the Blackbird, seeing only steel black and silver walls and black control panels. They saw flashing lights on the panels but they didn't pay too much attention to that.

Instead, Anya stood up and hurried towards the front with a shouting in protest Domovoi right behind her. They both ran through Jetfire to his cockpit and looked at the pilotless seats with uneasy. It was pretty un-nerving to see the jet flying itself as it was flying at a very high speed through the clouds. She moved shakily forward, pausing when Domovoi grabbed her shoulder, shaking his head. But she gave him a light smile and shook her head right back at him before looking at the pilot seat. "J-Jetfire?"

"Are you all right, Anya?" Came the Transformer's voice through the radio system.

Hearing it, made her and Domovoi jump a little but she felt more relieved to hear it than he did. Sighing with some relief, she moved a foot closer, looking at the radio. "Tha-Thank you. You saved my life again." She said, somewhat emotionally.

There was a light hum as an answer. Domovoi, however, glared at the radio system, not looking happy at all about being rescued by a giant alien robot. He was even a little suspicious of the thing. And not one being to hold back his expressions very much, he stepped forward, placing a hand in front of Anya to draw her back out of the cockpit before he moved forward. "Alien robot. I am Agent Domovoi Korbács of the Russian Secret Service Government! I don't know what you're trying to pull, but I am not going to let you hurt, Miss Karpos! Do you understand me?! You will drop your altitude and you will release us or......!" He was ordering.

"Can it." growled the robot's radio. "I'm under orders by Optimus Prime to not harm humans. So I won't harm Anya. But I won't say the same for you. I heard a little of what you said back there as I was rushing to the hospital to save Anya, but I don't believe you for a second of what you said about the Sweeps taking you prisoner." Before he said anything else, there was a sharp metallic click before metal from the walls lashed out and grabbed Domovoi, yanking him against the wall with a loud metal thud.

Anya screamed and started forward but a seatbelt from one of the seats lashed out and wrapped around her wrist, holding her back. "Jetfire!" She cried, uneasily.

Domovoi swore in Russian, his eyes full of anger but he mostly kept up trying to yank his arms free from their metal binds. "Release me, alien! I will see you destroyed......!" he was yelling but he cut off when the jet gave a light jerk, making his head hit the wall behind him.

"Anya, sit down, if you will and buckle up. You will be safer that way. As for you, 'Domovoi Korbács', shut the frag up. I won't harm her or you. You protected her from the Sweeps but I still don't believe your story. Sweeps don't use prisoners to capture another. They aren't smart enough to do that on their own. And I know they don't listen too well to Cyclonus. That means if they were using you to get to Anya, they were getting orders from their Master. Problem is, I don't sense Scourge anywhere, even though he is a tough one to locate. So you are either lying or being manipulated. I am not taking that chance. We are going to Optimus Prime and the Autobots right now! I'm going to let Ratchet take a look at you. He's better at figuring things out than I am. I'm more like Ironhide. I shoot first, ask questions later." Jetfire remarked before the seatbelt around Anya's wrist dropped away. "Anya, please sit down. You must be tired and you need to recharge."

Swallowing hard, Anya glanced meekly at an angry Domovoi before she carefully lowered herself into the Assistant pilot's chair, buckling herself in. She watched Domovoi though, feeling as if her heart was shivering with her. She didn't know what was going on and who to trust. But until then, she was just going to do what Jetfire asked. "Je-Jetfire? Where are....where are we going?" She asked, nervously.

"To find the Autobots. I can't pinpoint their exact location so I don't know where they're at. I can only send out a signal, hoping that it will be them who pick it up. Let's hope that it will be the Autobots. Because if the Decepticons pick up my signal, then we're fragged. That scuffle with Cyclonus has damaged me a little and I need repairs. But it's nothing too serious. Not serious enough though. Just keep your fingers crossed, Anya. As soon as we find Prime and the Autobots, you will be safe."

"How do we know you're not lying?!" demanded Domovoi.

There was a silence in the cockpit for a long moment and it made even Anya a little uneasy that Jetfire was taking so long to answering. She didn't like it when someone hesitated before answering a question. It was a sign of them having to think of a good answer. And the good answer might have not been what she wanted to hear. But so far, Jetfire had been protecting her, as had Domovoi Korbács so she had to try and trust them.

Finally, the jet let out a low sigh as the jet slowed down just a little, now diving downward out of the clouds, showing a spectacular view of the earth below. "You're just going to have to trust me. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already. I am not the Decepticon I used to be, all due to Optimus Prime. He's the one who changed my mind on which side to fight for in the first place. And he's the one who issued the Autobot order to protect Earth and its inhabitance. Once you get to the Autobots, you will be safe, Anya. And that is my word of Primus."

Anya stared at the radio for a moment before her face softened and her lips curved upward. She didn't know why but she felt truth behind Jetfire's words. She certainly felt a little safe around him so she nodded to give him that acknowledgement. "And that's an unbroken vow. Even for Decepticons." She said, remembering what he said.

Jetfire chuckled. "That's right. Now, get some rest. You need it." He remarked before the sky began to darken as night was starting to settle in the direction they were heading.