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The obvious recognition in the group's eyes caused Cyan to pause. She hadn't expected them to remember her as well; it was quite a while ago. Taking a small step back, Cyan managed to ensure she wouldn't escape; she tripped over a rock.

Flailing as she fell back, her hand smacked against an outstretched servo. Said servo wrapped around her easily, lifting her up. Soundwave's grip was tight, as he stood from his crouch. Cyan struggled in his grip, but it was to no avail.

Opening up his Cassette hold, he dropped her inside. Closing it up swiftly, he gave a smug nod to Megatron.

"Subject Contained." Megatron considered this with a smile, if just for a moment.

"Head back to base with her; we can't risk it." Megatron's order was quiet, meant not to be heard by many.

:Starscream, call back your Trine to accompany Soundwave.: Starscream nearly fell out of the air; all the times that he had betrayed Megatron, and he was trusted to watch her. A small spark of respect formed in Starscream's spark for Megatron.

:Yes, Lord Megatron.: Rounding up his trine, he quickly scanned for Soundwave. Spotting him heading from the battle on the far side, he signaled his wing mates to follow him. Providing cover for Soundwave, they soon were far enough from the battle field for them to slow down.

They didn't slow down much though; they didn't even want to take a chance on keeping her. Speaking of Cyan…..

Pounding her fists on the inside of Soundwave, she bent her head down. This was Cybertronian steel, through and through. She had no chance of getting out. Sliding down the wall, she put her head in her hands.

Why would they do this? She knew they were Decepticons, but hadn't she helped them? Did that not count for anything to them? Was she just another fleshy to them? Then another thought occurred to her; maybe they hated her for her help?

Grasping her mask, she yanked it off her head. Putting it in her lap, she leaned her head back against his insides. There was nothing she could do, no matter how much she wished there was. All she could do was wait.

And wait she did. At least until she remembered; then she just smiled.

BATTLE

The One had known she was in the base. They knew she was with the ones who smelled the same. They knew she was safe, so they played around a bit.

When the attack came, Little Sister was no longer safe. These others may not have intended to harm her, but this fight could harm her in the crossfire. So they fought to drive off the intruders, all of their bodies attacking to end the threat.

When the attackers left, the first thing that occurred to the One was to check on Little Sister; so that's what they did. What they found made them so mad, it drove the One to rage at everything.

Little Sister wasn't there; the one like them but not was gone.

Outsiders, those who were not the One, would wonder why the One cared so much about one girl. The One agreed at times, pondering its sudden attachment as well, but it soon came to the conclusion of its question.

Little Sister was going to be one of them, had almost been one of them. Not like the One, but better; maybe even a Them. It had been so long since there had been a Them; the One didn't even want to think about losing the chance to make one.

The One could see it, whenever they looked at her. The familiar red tint had stretched around her, surrounding the white of a Normal. The traces of black were something the One was a little unfamiliar with though; perhaps it only pertained to the Them?

The One finally settled down enough to think clearly, calling its parts in from the fields and buildings. Gathering in a large room, they began to lay on each other. The bodies began to blur, changing from many parts to one; The One.

Standing up, the One looked around the room; of course, to do so it had to duck its head. One of the blue-whites (Autobots) walked into the room, and looked up at them. Curling its lip back, the One snarled.

"WhErE iS lItTlE sIsTeR?" The many voices of the One cut through the air like it was nothing, causing the blue-white to shudder.

JAZZ

The giant creature sat back on its haunches, holding up its front legs. A huge eye in each palm opened up, focusing on him solely.

"She isn't here?"

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