*Part 11*
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'Where do I start?'

'While I had had to reveal my Cybertronian self to the rest of the Autobots for the mission to retrieve the twins, it had been a miserable failure. Aurora was called away and it had annoyed her more than anything to not be involved in the twins rescue. I had gone along with the Autobots after Teletraan One had correlated their signals.'

'At the present moment, I was incapacitated in the Ark's medical bay, drifting in and out of stasis. I was being worked on by Ratchet. Or at least he was trying to.'

'He had not yet come across my incredibly complex internal mechanisms before. And while I retained some of my basic parts, I had been heavily customised over the years and it was hard going for him, and also Perceptor, who had decided to help out.'

'It didn't help matters that Rusty decided to help by bringing my usual Doctor to the base.'

'I always imagined what the first meeting between our group's Medic, Heartbeat, and the Autobot CMO would be like. Both were very used to getting their own way. It would have definitely been something to watch, but at the time I wasn't online.'

Ratchet had not been paying attention to what had been going outside his medical bay as he had been heavily engrossed in working away at Vanguard.

It was not until a red and white femme he had never seen before walked in and unceremoniously dumped their Head of Security on another table close by that he realised something was going on. She was shortly followed by Rusty who stood in the doorway watching the goings on.

"What the frag…?" Ratchet looked up from his work on the white femme.
The other femme didn't say a word as she reached over to the back of Red Alert's neck and pressed something, bringing him back online again.

The first thing he saw was her looming over him and he warily tried to inch away. He was beginning to not like all these unknown femmes popping in and out of the Autobot base lately, it was all creating so much stress on his processors, all these new people and situations.

"Next time you shut up and let me pass or I will dismantle you where you stand, understood?" She said firmly.

Not wanting to have a repeat of the situation at the entrance to the Ark, where she and the big orange femme, Rusty, had had a talk with him, he quietly agreed and sat up then quickly left the room, edging past Rusty at the door on the way out.

"What's ya rush Red'!" She snickered as he sidled past her quickly.

"Are you going to answer my question or not femme?" Demanded the curt Medic.

She looked at him and answered a simple "No."

"Then what the frag are you doing in my Medical bay and what do you think you're doing to my patient?" He demanded again as he tried stopping her from rifling through his tools.

"You're patient?" She queried.

"Yes, my medical bay, hence my patient." He said flatly.

The young looking red and white femme took a container from her subspace and moved over towards Ratchet. She huffed, "Well then if she is your patient then you better stop trying to terminate her and yourselves by reconnecting those fibres. Vanguard is a walking lightning conductor, and connecting those two lines would short out everything on the base with a massive electrical blast." She said matter of factly.

Ratchet rounded on her, "Just who in the Pit do you think you are coming in here and telling me how to do my job, I've been saving lives long before you were even brought online youngin' so don't patronise me…"

She cut him off mid tirade and yelled back, "That is my patient and is therefore my responsibility and I'll be damned if I'm going to let a backward imbecile who knows not a thing about her highly advanced systems go traipsing around in there and ruining all the work I did to get those said systems operational and keep them that way. So you will shut up and let me do my job. And if you don't like then you can take a rotating drill and shove it up your waste port because I'm not taking any scrap from you!" She turned from the stunned Ratchet to Vanguard and began taking tools out of her subspace medical kit and started working on the femme.

Ratchet couldn't believe it. Here, in his Medical bay, a complete stranger had just walked off in of the street for all he knew, had come in here and gave him a verbal what for.

Wheeljack was laughing his vocals off on the other side of the room; many others who were still being repaired and heard were also joining in, but quickly shut up when they saw Ratchet's faceplate and his well known death stare.

"Shut it 'Jack." Even though the Scientist didn't quiet down straight away, it wasn't like it mattered, as Ratchet had taken his attention off of him and centred it on the femme invader.

Wheeljack also had become interested, as they could see that she was using tools they had never seen before. In her hand she has what looked like a glowing knife. It was emitting a pinkish energon like glow and wherever it shone on Vanguard, lines were reconnecting, spilt fuel was disappearing, burnt out parts and torn metal were repairing itself at an accelerated rate.

When the femme put the tool down, there was not one scratch on Vanguard's chest casing. When the white femme began to come online again, the femme Medic leaned in and looked down at her.

"Oh hey Heartbeat, how goes it?"

'I laughed lightly, knowing I was in for a lecture.'

Heartbeat put her hands on her hip casing had asked sternly, "Well what's your excuse for forgetting to use your shields to protect yourself this time, hmm?"

'I had no answer for that one.'

'I guess in the midst of battle I hadn't gotten a chance to put them up, but I'm not going to tell her that. Because as far as she and just about everyone else is concerned, I'm usually very cautious and careful with everything. This time I wasn't. No one is perfect.'

'Other than Shadow when she was in one of her dark moods and looked like she would kill everything in sight, Heartbeat was downright scary when you didn't do what she wanted. She was just like Airbourne, another human who had willingly been made into one of us. She was young compared to the rest of us yet we often felt compelled to comply with her wishes because she knew just how to throw her weight around and stand up for herself, which is probably why Shadow recruited her in the first place.'

'During the battle in question, I had sustained massive structural damage, just mauled up to my internal superstructure frame as I had been the closest to the blast, but that wasn't what was bothering me.'

'Something had happened on that secret Decepticon base to trigger a reaction in one of the twins. When we had arrived there was this enormous temporal rift that was being controlled by Victor, it was also getting out of control. I don't know what had transpired to lead to that particular event and I was keen to find out, but it would have to wait. Two others had disappeared along with Victor when the rift had suddenly shut down, the Aerialbot Skydive and also the Decepticon Dead End.'

'While no one was complaining that the Decepticons had lost the use of Menasor until further notice, it also left the Autobots without Superion, and Optimus Prime wasn't happy about that.'

'I explained all this to Heartbeat. She wasn't too happy with the reason for my damage. I had been caught in the blast that wreaked havoc both inside me and out when it hit me and taken me down but not out, thank Primus. I should have had my shields up but it had all happened way too fast for me.'

Heartbeat reached over to me and clocked me upside the helm like she always did and remarked snidely, "You dolt."

"Just who in the bloody Pit is this young upstart?" Ratchet demanded.

'I smirked. Looks like Heartbeat had met and had dealings with Ratchet already, pity I missed it.'

"Ratchet," I said, "Meet our CMO."

'Technically she wasn't our CMO but she was the head of a Medical facility we visited that served both military and civilian services. And she ruled it with an iron fist.'

'Heartbeat charmingly smiled and bowed as she was introduced to everyone, except Ratchet, when she got around to him she pursed her lip components, placed one hand on her hip casing and with the other, she flipped the bird at him. And Ratchet…I've never seen him so speechless, ever!'

Later, in the Ark's main rec room.

"I couldn't help myself, I burst out laughing. No matter how badly my intakes were hurting right then and there, it was just the funniest thing I'd ever seen, and Ratchet's expression was just so…" I exclaimed, continuing to laugh.

Jazz laughed, "Man o' man, I wish I'd been there t'see it!"

'Cliffjumper and Brawn who had been there, being repaired by Hoist and First Aid elsewhere but within optical range, had seen it, and they were sitting with myself and
Jazz as I was retelling my part of the story.'

'Having worked with Ratchet as an Autobot soldier from the time of Sentinel Prime's leadership till my subsequent disappearance, it was funny as the Pit to see someone do that to him, especially a femme, even more so Heartbeat who was younger than most of us.'

Wheeljack came and sat with them with a piqued look of amusement on his faceplate that showed in his optics. He commented, "Last I heard, Heartbeat and Ratchet were having a discussion in the Medical bay to further their new working relationship!"

"I wonder if either one has killed the other yet!" I mused.

This made them all laugh.

'I had to admit that I missed hanging out with some of my old friends, it almost made me want to give up the promise I had made to the Captain oh so long ago. But a promise is a promise and I intend to keep it.'

'Being around them again helped me fall into my role as the psychologist I had once been way back when. I couldn't help it, it was in my programming, to analyse anything and everything in my environment no matter how impossible or improbable it seemed. This was the main quality that served me so well as a Detective when in my humanised form. And unfortunately, this job had suffered of late as I had been around the Autobots more, re-establishing old ties.'

'I was here at the Ark just as often as Rusty was. While I knew what she was doing here all the time, I wasn't going to pull her up on it, she wasn't hurting anyone but herself by doing it, but according to her morals, she wouldn't be affected by her actions anyhow. If I was a human Police officer, I'd have her arrested for soliciting. Primus only knew what Prowl would do if he found out, but who would he chide, her? Or me for not informing him? The Captain even, I don't think she would care?'

'Speaking of which, Prowl just entered the room. I watched him as he wandered over to the Energon dispenser. He filled his flask, deftly managing to do so with only one hand, as the other was full of unread mission reports and a datapad he was currently reading.'

'I continued to watch him as he wandered over to another table and put down both the cube and the tablets he was carrying, glancing over towards me briefly before going back to reading his datapad.'

'I excused myself from the mechs and went over to join Prowl at the other table.'

"You know it's great they finally have their relationship back in order again." Brawn Commented. 'Shame the rest of us are all still so alone!"

'Brawn remembered Prowl and I being together a long time ago.'

"Why Brawn, I di'n' realise y'were such an ol' romantic!" Jazz mused.

"No I'm not, and if you say to anyone I am, I'm gonna rearrange ya faceplate." He huffed then got up and left the table. Cliffjumper just looked at the other two and shrugged, then followed Brawn over to another table.

"He is right though." Wheeljack stated.

"Prowl is one lucky mech." Jazz lamented.

"Isn't he just." Wheeljack joined him in his sorrow.

"Makes me more miserable thinking 'bout bein' single." Jazz put his drink down and crossed his arms, leaning his head on the top of them across the table. "At least Prowl is a bit mellower than usual." When he realised that Wheeljack wasn't joining him in his lamentation any more he turned his head to look at the Scientist. "Maybe we can try our luck with all th'new femmes that're showin' up eh?" Jazz thought out loud.

"Yeah maybe." Stated Wheeljack, having one femme in mind.

Elsewhere. Another dimension.

"How long has he been raving on?" Someone asked.

"He has been at it several hours and has been roaring uncontrollably, demanding we set him loose to find them." Someone else answered. This voice belonged to Galaxy, also known to humans in her human form of Nikolyena Galaniev. "He knew something had happened to them as soon as the attack at the film studio had occurred, prompting security to have him chained up. It took them an hour to do so I have been told."

There were only a small handful in existence who could keep Reignfire in check, not many who could lord themselves over the former Decepticon General who was not intimidated by anyone. And even then Reignfire only listened to certain people when he chose to. It was just fortunate right now he had been subdued.

Reignfire was livid at the moment, having been previously discovered what had happened to young Victor and Violet.

Upon him starting to show signs of aggression, he had been chained up in special chains made only for him by security where he was being kept when not under someone's company or direction. They were made due to the fact his alternate mode while in his Cybertronian form was that of a dragon, a big heavily armoured and highly weaponised dragon. The chains were designed to keep his power in check and he had yet to find a way to break the incredibly dense material they were made from once they had been put on him.

"What is the current status of your children?" The first voice directed at Galaxy. This voice belonged to the Captain of the femme's group.

"Victor is missing in action and the Decepticons still have possession of Violet." Galaxy wasn't the type to show much emotion. She hadn't yet shown any emotion in regards to her offspring, which was another reason Reignfire was being riled up, by her lack of wanting to retrieve them. "Shadow informed me that she would take care of Violet's situation and would leave Victor to the rest of the group."

Galaxy just wasn't the motherly type either, this much showed in her cold expression and explanation of the situation. Reignfire and Shadow spent more time with the two young ones and were closer to them emotionally then their own parents were.

However Galaxy knew how dangerous it was for the knowledge of what they really were to be available to the Earth bound Decepticons. The Captain knew and understood this too.

The reports the Captain had received were that the male twin Victor, had disappeared in mysterious circumstances, into a temporal rift that had been created by him but had gotten out of control. It had resulted in him being sucked into another time zone, where and when it was unknown. As well as the fact two others had been taken in with him, one each from either faction. No one knew where or when they were.

The female twin was another matter entirely; she was apparently still with the Decepticons and under the threat of being experimented on. Galaxy knew her old brethren too well, knew that they would not hesitate to use the female in their plans somehow; the appearance of the youngsters was just too good an opportunity for Megatron to pass up.

'That was the other thing I hadn't talked about yet. Violet was missing.'

'She had been seen in the possession of the Decepticons after the disappearance of her brother and because of how bad the battle had gone as well as the light show Victor had put on, we'd had to withdraw and let Violet go, unfortunately she had left with them, though not willingly.'

'I knew somehow that Reignfire would have known without being told and wouldn't be taking it lightly. No doubt they had him incapacitated.'

'I just hope that Shadow would return soon from where it is she keeps having to go to. But despite the innate luck she has, we can't always rely on her to get us out of trouble all the time. Our Captain would have something in mind.'

'I just hope that where ever Violet is, she's somewhat safe despite what I know those Decepticons could be doing to her right now.'

Decepticon Base, Atlantic Ocean.

Megatron bellowed, "I want that female mechanoid under our control and make sure you don't repeat the same mistakes. You said you had taken all the proper precautions with the other one and look what happened, you very nearly blew us all to the Pit." He was lounging in his chair on the control deck while communicating with Starscream from his labs.

'Be patient o' mighty Megatron, this kind of genius takes time.'

"Why do I not believe you?" He retorted sarcastically. He could hear a huff on the other end as Starscream became offended with Megatron's lack of faith in his abilities."Fail again Starscream and you will pay for it." Megatron reprimanded, and cut the transmission short.

Starscream huffed.

Megatron was already beyond livid at the loss of Dead End, not for the soldier himself but because without him, there was no Menasor. Dead End was one of Menasor's legs. It was one less Combiner to battle against the Autobots.

His temper was already short due to the lack of victories he and his soldiers were having of late due to the arrival and help those femmes were giving the Autobots.

The upside was that the Autobot's had also lost Skydive, a component of Superion. Not that he cared. Those Aerialbots were a paltry comparison to the grandiosity of the Seekers and their superiority in the air as far as Starscream thought.

Since he had brought back these cyber-humans and presented them to Megatron, his fearless leader had forgotten about that other femme for the time being and allowed him to carry out this plan to experiment on them. Starscream had his own plans in play.

Originally he thought it would prove fruitful to make them both drones if he was able to get control of their cerebral systems. He'd have to go over all aspects of their programming, investigate how they worked and why they possibly existed to begin with.
And for all he could tell, they were no different than Pretenders, only that they were just robots with a humanoid looking nanoskin over the metallic skeletal structure and had no discernable alternate modes hidden within them or the capacity to transform. They were both just ordinary robots dressed as humans emitting Decepticon signatures.

The first control experiment had proved useless. It appeared that the male had hidden codes embedded in his programming he had not originally seen in their systems upon initial investigation. He had activated some strange program in the male by mistake and it ended up nearly destroying them and the Autobots in the process. He had been surprised by the activation of the power source within the male humanoid and had not expected it at all.

The Autobots had found and infiltrated their temporary base in lower Oregon in order to seek out and rescue the two humans, but it came to naught. They took heavy casualties in the power blast. In the chaos, Starscream had grabbed the female, before the Autobots could, thinking she would be just as powerful if they could just get the calibrations right for her control collar and make use of her.

Megatron already saw the female's value as an excellent opportunity for a new weapon against the Autobots and wanted to know if she had the same capabilities of power that the male did also.

But Starscream wanted to use the female for himself, as a weapon to use against Megatron to take over the Decepticons, again. Once Megatron was out of the way, he would use the female, if she was still functional, against the Autobots. All he needed to do was gain control of the power she had, if she had any at all.

But coming up with a way to control her and be able to take control of all that inherent raw power was going to be difficult, and he didn't want the same thing to happen as before.

For the better part of the last day, he and two of the Constructicons rifled through all the programming in her cerebral circuitry to see what they could find and make use of.

"Hey Hook would you look at this?" Scrapper commented looking over the code lines.

"What?" Hook replied. He had thought this project a waste of time and resources over two small humans, what use were they to them? It had been Scrapper that had convinced him of getting involved and so he put up with this meagre project.

The Medic sidled over to the Engineer who was looking at programming from the female's core cerebral unit. Hook had to smile, never before had he seen such ingenious programming, so simply perfect yet so eloquent in its complexity. Now he was definitely interested.

"I've never seen programming this complex?" Scrapper was aghast, "It's obvious that whoever wrote this is a genius, a super genius even. I bet you're interested in this work now aren't you!" He mused. "I can't even understand half of it? Can you?"

Hook was momentarily taken in by the code strings and didn't notice Starscream come up behind him. "Well?" Starscream asked.

Hook turned to look at the Air Commander and commented, "I believe there is enough in here that would allow us to control her, but we will need something integrated into her neural network for it to work. Her system is too elegantly sophisticated for any external device alone to be used; we need something more complex, a direct interface with which we can feed orders right into her cerebral processors, something that combines internal and external control methods."

Starscream added, "And?"

"Those plans for that control collar you drew up a while back? Do you still have them?" Hook asked.

"Yes, why?"

"I believe with some modifications, we will have exactly what we need."

All Starscream could do was grin.

"If I'm right about these code lines," He pointed to a group of codes on the screen, "All we really need is to have the collar on her for us to control what she does. There is one code line I believe that will activate the same program that went into hyperdrive with the male but with the collar, we can make that process a slow one and reap all the benefits we can out of her till she becomes useless to us."

"Did you find anything else while you were sifting through her programming codes?" Starscream asked.

"Yes." Scrapper replied. "The female has all the internal system codes that we do. Essentially she is a Decepticon, weapons capabilities, anti gravity systems and all the rest but they are turned off and she cannot transform out of that hideous fleshling body. There is a whole collection of codes and programs I have not yet deciphered, but at first glance I do not think they will interfere with the collars operation."

Starscream thought about what he had said, even he could not pass up the opportunity that had dropped into his lap now and he doubted Megatron would either.
"Fine." Starscream said. "I will get started on modifying the device. You two begin preparing her for the surgical attachment of the control collar to the base of her spinal array and I will join you shortly."

Later.

Violet had woken up with an awful ache in her head and neck, a pounding feeling that just wouldn't go away.

She got up slowly and looked around at her new surroundings. She had been moved from that other place, but she couldn't remember all that had happened. She knew her brother was not with her and had gone somewhere else with his abilities at the other place, and now she was alone. And she was also wondering what they were going to do with her and what had happened to her brother.

With her brother, they shared somewhat of a bond between them, and she knew he was still alive somewhere but didn't know where exactly; the link was very faint, like he was far away. 'But at least he's alive', She sighed to herself.

And considering she had this headache and backache, she figured they had already done something to her. Her grandfather had taught her never to trust Decepticons but also to not fear them, and above all to be wary of them. The first thing she was told was to check herself over in case of blacking out or any pain in her head casing if she managed to end up in their company. She sank back down on the bunk that was in the room she was locked in and went over herself.

When she was younger, learning she was an android hadn't been the easiest thing in the world to understand or even live with but she got used to it and she also learnt to hide it from everyone. She learned she was generally superior in every way to other humans, but she wasn't invulnerable or indestructible. If it hadn't been for her Aunt teaching her and her brother to try and be humble, then she guessed she could have turned out like her mother. The Cold frigid and emotionless ex-Decepticon scientist.

She missed her grandfather though, he actually showed her cared, as did her Aunt and brother. She was now wishing her grandfather had been there that day she was taken, then none of this would ever have happened and she would be at home, safe with her family.

She had found some padding on the upper part of her spine that indicated she had been cut open and operated upon. Then she found some wires protruding from the top of her spine. Those wires were connected to a collar that was around her entire neck.

She was somewhat of a scientist herself and was already analysing the situation. Although her passion was Physics, she knew enough about her basic biomechanics to know she had a control device of some kind surgically attached to her. She even had to marvel at the precision and skill of the one who had performed the surgery. A slight peek with her fingers under the padding revealed stitching that was neat and orderly, and she knew it would heal without a scar, that is if her healing system hadn't been messed with. That also began to make her wonder about what other internal systems they may have messed with.

She wished she had her journal with her to document all this. Despite the fact she didn't want to be here, she saw it as a perfect opportunity from a scientific point of view to study the Decepticons in their own environment. This was one thing she had inherited from her mother, her scientific curiosity as well as her vast intelligence. Her skill in martial arts however was all her own, and often improved upon it with her grandfather's help.

She got up again to look around the room, it was not well lit, but not all that dark either. There was nothing in here but a ventilation shaft that was too high for her to reach. There was also a door, probably locked and there was a window shining some light into the room. She couldn't get up and see where she was through that because the whole room was Transformer sized.

She turned around and looked at the bed. It had been taken from somewhere as it was not in very good condition. She scoffed at it, but she wasn't going to complain, having something to rest on was better than the cold floor. At least it was her size, and then she noticed something under the sheets, barely noticeable.

It hadn't been there a moment ago. A book with a pen had mysteriously appeared while her back was turned. It had only been for the barest of moments, but then considering there was very little shadow in the room, she supposed that's all that was needed.

She opened the book and read 'Watching you. Stay put for now.' This was all she needed to see right now. She climbed up onto the bed and curled up under the sheets. As she laid her head down on the pillows, she smiled to herself. She wasn't alone after all and she took comfort in that.

She now had a rare opportunity to conduct some observational experiments. She had always been curious about the social lives of Decepticons, even if she was now a prisoner at their mercy. The question that still remained to her was how long she was going to be here and when she was going to get to go home.

"What?! Are ya outta ya fraggin' mahnd or whut?"

'That was Ironhide. I was with him and some others in their war room discussing a rescue operation when Shadow had showed up and pretty much ordered myself and the rest of our troupe back home, no doubt on our Captain's say so.'

'What had gotten Ironhide off colour as well as some others in the room was the fact she stated that she had no intention of retrieving Violet from the clutches of the Decepticons and our group wasn't going to have any part of it unless she wanted it to happen.'

'I must admit I was a might angry. No prisoner was safe in the hands of the Decepticons, not for any amount of time or reason.'

Of course this wouldn't stop the Autobots from doing what they thought was the right thing and at least try and save someone from their enemies, whether it was one of their own or not.'

'Ironhide wasn't the first to speak up as several others also had a piece of her about her decision as well. Not that she cared what they thought. She wasn't going to respond to them anyway.'

'I sighed. I then followed her out the door, leaving the others to their discussion.
I wish I could have stayed and heard how the rest of their conversation went, but it just wasn't to be right now.'

"Ah don' care if she ain't gonna git off 'er aft an' do nothin' or not, no kid, human or oth'rwahse deserves t'be a prisoner o'tha 'Cons." Ironhide proudly remarked, "Ah vote we go n'rescue the kid anyway."

While the others were clamouring in agreeance, Optimus was lost in his own thoughts. Ever since this dark femme, Shadow, had turned up, things were getting even stranger. Then there were the impressions he was getting from her, ones that he could not quite make out. He'd had impressions like this in the past due to his connection to the Matrix, but these new ones were somehow different in a way and he couldn't make sense of them. He figured things would work out in time just like they always did.

"Prahme?" Ironhide queried.

"Huh?" He responded.

"There a problem Boss?" Jazz asked out of concern.

"Ah no Jazz. I was just thinking."

"So wha'do y'think Optimus?" Ironhide interrupted.

"Of what old friend?"

"Of whether we should allow this young femme to remain in the care of the Decepticons or whether we should emancipate her from their possession." Prowl added.
Optimus thought for a moment. "While I don't agree with Shadows choice of actions Prowl, I would like to find out why she chose that course and what she's up to in that regard."

"Agreed." Prowl responded.

Optimus added, "We will mount a rescue operation ourselves and retrieve the young female from our enemy and stop them from using her in any nefarious experiments or imprisonment. Even if the femmes will not rescue her, she deserves the right to be free of the Decepticons. It makes it that much harder for us as Violet isn't one of our own but she doesn't deserve to be a captive of them."

Deane Manor.

"I cannot believe you are just going to let her remain in their possession!"

'I was livid.'

'Aurora was standing facing out of the window looking over the estate of the manor and wouldn't even look at me or respond to my questions.'

'We had been close friends for over sixty years now, but lately I was becoming more and more agitated by her way of doing things, so I let her know exactly how I felt about this situation.'

'When I realised that she wasn't going to say or do anything, I turned and looked at Nikolyena. That femme just didn't seem to care, and it was her kids that had been taken. She was one cold customer; she barely ever showed any emotion. No wonder she used to be high up in the Decep' hierarchy when there were just as many femmes as there were mechs on the Decepticon side. I heard she used to be Shockwave's right hand Scientist before all those femmes were ordered to be terminated. I kind of felt sorry for her in a way; she was one of the very few who had survived. She was better off not.'

'Having children hadn't changed her much. You'd think that some hard case cold spark would go mellow when they had sparklings, but her? She was still the same, since the day we crashed landed here. And not once did she ever question Shadow or our Captain, not for any reason whatsoever.'

'I gave up. I grabbed my jacket and began to leave.'

'Right now I needed to go for a drive to clear my head and think about whether to stay or join the Autobots, or even do something else I may end up regretting.'

'After I got out of the house and made my way down to the driveway, I let out a cry of frustration and switched to my Cybertronian self and just drove.'

'I was always the good soldier in the past, but I did have my fair share of disobeying direct orders whenever I felt like the right thing wasn't being done, as well as the fact I took matters into my own hands to do it too, just like I felt I needed to do that right now.'