Medkit sat at the table silently, as did Copper, while they watched Knockout examine the two patients in question. She had healed them fine, but the red mech was doubtful that she was even able to do such a thing. Breakdown on the other hand was all the more willing to accept this fact as he seemed to believe their current states were improved after her meddling. Tarn and Dreadwing calmly remained in their places as they were being examined.

"Well, this is certainly a sight to behold," said the medic, "not only are you two repaired of your injuries, but you are fully restored and refreshed. Almost as if you two were fresh out of the well."

Medkit kept silent. She knew anything she would say could make things worse. Not that she wouldn't love to speak her mind, it was more of just the fact that Tarn was overly cautious about how things were worded in front of the Decepticons. Copper however, rolled his optics as this went on. No need to brag how interesting this was, considering his own shard had yet to do anything other than bring him back to life.

"Is that unusual," Tarn asked, as though to make sure he learned from this experience.

"Well I surely haven't seen any sort of healing like that before! Human or Cybertronian, this is something neither could simply accomplish alone," he answered, looking over at the human, "which begs the question, how can a human child obtain such a power?"

Tarn stood up and stepped in front of her, as to show he was not willing to let him examine her. To which, Knockout pouted in response. Breakdown smirked as he walked up to the doc placing a servo on his shoulder.

"Well, either way," he said, "it's better to see this as a victory than anything else. After all, we made it back in one piece."

Dreadwing stood up and nodded. "Indeed. I owe much to you Tarn. And your small organic."

Medkit frowned. She so badly wanted to protest, but kept silent. Looking over at Tarn, she saw his smile. It wasn't a genuine smile, just for show. Not that they could tell. After all, the warlord was a master at faking emotion. It was the only explination as to why her father fixed him up. When she was able to return to being Sari, and back with her friends, she was going to make sure he was going to get it. Though a thought betrayed her as it seemed to second guess. Tarn was still Megatron, and he would have fled to save his own skin-er, plating. Why would he go through near death to save an enemy?

As soon as things started to calm down, the head next to the human spoke up. "If we are done with this, can we at least get back to my body. I'm sure that would be really great if we could get that finished and done with please!"

Tarn frowned as everyone turned to Copper. If anyone knew how to sour a mood, it was the seeker himself. Knockout stepped away and headed to his monitor to pull up schematics.

"Well, since Tarn was interrupted in the middle of his hunt for supplies," he began, "might as well get you back on track. After all, you only got one item."

Rolling his optics, the gray mech walked towards the door, only for the hand of Dreadwing to cling on his shoulder.

"Perhaps I can assist," he suggests, "if we divide and conquer, we will get this list down twice as fast."

"Make it three," Breakdown said aloud.

The group smirked as they huddled together and devised a way to approach the list. Tarn wasn't certain at first, but was glad to see his disguise was working. Not only was he learning more about this "Megatron" fellow and how he ran his crew, but he was gaining info on technology that the Decepticons would not as often have. He especially was able to begin a small group within their forces. While Breakdown and Knockout were barebone useful, they didn't seem to be proper Decepticon material. The two were too fixated on their personal gains and desires. Dreadwing was different in certain ways that was hard to describe. He was conserved and more in control of his emotions than the other two, but at the same time, he was dedicated to honor than the Decepticon cause. It was a start, but he needed more. None the less, Tarn found himself pleased with his progress.

Medkit watched them while she sat next to the head of Copper. The two frowned as they were left out of the conversation and groaned. Despite how helpful she was, the human always felt like she was the odd one out of the group. Even with the Autobots, they made sure she was least involved if they thought it was dangerous for her. Granted, those times involved a fight, but she was a part of the team too.

"Honestly, this has got to be embaressing," the seeker head mumbled, "why can't you at least heal my body and get this over with."

Medkit looked at her key in detail. "It can heal bots, not rebuild bodies. Even if I try, 'Tarn' won't like me just messing around with it."

"Why should that stop you," he asked, "if it were me, I would use it like he did with me. Drain his energon until nothing was left."

"I-it . . . it can't do that . . . can it?"

"He did when he had it, you could too. Then again, such a thing would be beneath an Autobot such as yourself."

Swiftly, the human jumped up and covered his mouth, "You are not going to say that on this ship!"

The seeker rolled his optics as she slowly released her hold on his words, "And what, ruin your small fame. Face it, I bet they would believe you were a slave and nothing would change. We still have to suck up to him if we're going to survive this place."

Looking over at Tarn, she felt a pit in her stomach. Oh how things have changed within the short time she was on this warship. The group had then stepped back from the door as they approach Knockout and his monitor. Seeing an opening, Medkit took this as another chance.

"Say nothing," she said to Copper, "I'm gonna see if I can find anything that can get us out of here."

"'Us'? Since when has there been an 'us'?"

"Since I decided your the lesser of two evils. Autobots or not, I need to get out of this dumb place."

Hopping down, the human made it to the floor and did her best to remain out of field of vision. Her steps silent as she walked to the door before it closed behind her. Copper stared at the exit and sighed. There was one person on this ship that considered him as an ally, and it was a child. An organic, annoying child. Though looking back at the group, he was more hoping that she would come back with something to work with. In the end, it was all a gamble.

She rushed down the halls, now scarce of any guards with the occasion of one or two guards. Medkit was at least certain she could make it back to the room. Granted, she would have to sneak into the room another way, with it being melted closed. But if she could get there and find something to get her out of this place, she wouldn't have to worry about the consequences. Heck, if she could get a groundbridge to a town, she could have even better luck. However, the moment she got to the hall with their room, the human noticed something odd.

Coming around the corner, there was shrapnel's of metal on the floor. It wasn't until Medkit came face to face with the door itself that she found it destroyed and torn apart. Her shock and fear returned as though her heart sunk lower than her stomach. She slowly stepped in to take a look around, only seeing the room was kept neat and clean. The shelf she lived in was still the same as she left it, which made her feel hungry for the cans of food that waited a top. However, the human knew this was no time to sit around when someone on the ship might . . . know about . . . scrap!

The little one rushed back out of the room. Trying to retrace her steps to the room she left. Tarn and Copper could be compromised. She could be in trouble if they found out about her key. By the time she made another turn, she had run into something solid and metal. Glancing up, she sees a leg standing in front of her. Following it up gave her the hint she was in trouble as the glass visor of Soundwave stared her down. Before she could even protest, she was scooped up by his tentacles and carried away.

Miko sat in her room, strumming her guitar softly. The cords echoed through and made a haunting noise. While she was nervous about Bulkhead recovering, it felt wrong that she was just sitting around when she could do something about it. Eventually Bulkhead convinced her he would be fine and wanted her to at least return home safely. It would take a few days before the duo came back together, but thankfully, there wasn't anything life threatening about his condition. In the end, she had to wait.

Taking a break, she placed the guitar on the ground and flopped back on her bed. Sighing in frustration. Miko heard her phone buzz and picked it up swiftly, ignoring the caller ID. "Hello?"

"Miko, it's me."

The voice of Jack Darby echoed through the phone, which got her to roll her eyes. "If this is just to check on me, I'm fine."

"Actually I was wondering if you wanted to have someone to talk to. Just a chit chat. You usually can't stand silence."

He wasn't wrong. "Not like there's much to say. Without my partner in crime, my week is ruined." She wasn't being dramatic, the two had a lot they planned to do together. Events, games, some of them involved daring stunts. Instead, she was lying down bored in her room, worried.

"Sounds like a rough time."

"Yeah. My host parents are wanting to have a 'family game night' tomorrow, and thus, my excuse is useless. I have literally no other way to escape it man!"

"I thought you told me once your host parents don't like you."

"It's more like I scare them. They think I'm a rebellious teenager that does dangerous stuff behind their backs, sooner or later ending up in jail."

"Wait, have you?"

"Not yet."

"If it helps, my mom has me do this thing called 'craft night'."

" . . . You're joking."

"True story. We invite neighbors over and do some sort of craft together and then donate the successes to my mom's hospital."

" . . . Seriously?"

"I have a sweater that proves it."

"That is lame."

"Yeah, but it's something fun. I sometimes like it. And I get to know more about other people."

"Don't tell me you're gonna invite me to it so you can have me learn something stupid."

"Like I said, we're chatting. It's your choice where the conversation goes."

She was silent. Just for at least two minutes. Granted she was feeling a bit better. Having someone to talk with seemed to relax her. Especially since it was someone she shared an experience with. Sitting up, Miko gets comfortable as she prepares to change the topic once more. Slash Monkey specifically.

" . . . and since Soundwave is no doubt tracing this signal, you know where to find me."

The message ended it's cycle of repeat. Megatron scowled. This insect was no threat to him, and yet it bested two soldiers. Even more so, an Insecticon was helping her. This perhaps only meant that whatever was to happen next, was going to involve tricks and cheats. By all means, this was going to be no fair fight. Which is why he was preparing for the battle ahead. Soundwave finally entered the room with the organic in possession. He grinned as he turned to the creature, who was being placed on a table so neatly.

Medkit stood up and faced the Decepticon with fear. Her mind raced trying to make sure she was going to say the right thing. For all she knew, he was let in on their secret. Or even worse, he was the one who broke into the room. Being in the unknown was a problem, especially if she was going to try and survive this place. With no idea what to do, she did the only thing she thought was best: get on his good side.

"Wh-what did I do," she asked, trying to pry information while looking innocent.

The warlord waved his servo gently. "Nothing as of so far," he replied, "unless you're hiding something I should know."

She stiffens, "Well, I mean, I was trying to find Tarn when Soundwave found me," she rambled, "so while I was running around, I was certainly still staying close to him which means I-"

A chuckle slithered out of the tyrant, freezing the human in thought. If she knew anything about the real Megatron, she knew that anything that could make him chuckle was a bad sign. Either something was going this bot's way, or he was about to put her in place.

"How similar you sound to my former second in command." The words sounded familiar as Medkit listened. "Making excuses, finding favor in my graces, groveling. I almost miss it. But that is a topic for another day. That is if you survive."

Her throat dried up as she gulped. Guess she really was about to die. "Sir?"

"Tarn had recently survived a battle between the wretch known as Airachnid. A problem that I will be eliminating well in time. However, since she will most likely be using her own tricks, I am choosing to remain two steps ahead of her."

"If that's so, then wouldn't it be better to ask Ta-"

"He failed me. I see no reason to give him another chance." Megatron paced around the table the child was standing on. "If anything, I am more interested in the miracle that brought him out of his poor condition. From what Soundwave gathered, it was your work that did so."

Medkit suddenly realized what he was asking. "Sir, I can't fight! I'm a human! I would die-"

"For the Decepticon cause."

Silence fell upon them both. Medkit-no, Sari was feeling a chill in her spine. She clutched her arms as her heart beat raced even more. This wasn't what she wanted. She wasn't a Decepticon. She wasn't going to keep helping them with this . . . murder, slaughter. Why was she even thinking of saying yes? To keep in good favor? Favor of what?

"Surely you don't believe that I follow every word that Tarn has told me," he said, "I would dare say that he is not all that he says he is. Perhaps I may know more than you believe? All that you must know is that the moment you three came upon my ship was the day you all signed your freedom away."

She looked up only to face his optics. Locking contact with those red burning, demon like optics. The more she looked, the more she felt the fear drill deeper into her heart. Her frail heart that was losing hope. No! There had to be a way off this ship. There had to be a way off.

"You have little, if not no choice at all in this matter. The only one you have is if you will do it willingly, or do it fighting a useless fight."

The human exhaled, breathing in again. It all felt like a threat. A threat that trapped her. As metal claws wrapped around her small body, she felt her chains tighten. There really was no difference between Tarn and this "Megatron".

Boy, chapter ten. TEN! To me that is a milestone! I am glad you guys are enjoying this! As always, review your opinions! They are my motivation and my challenges to my writing!

I'm rising up and rolling out!