Introduction: This happens sometime during chapter 10 of Revolution. It actually used to be part of chapter 10. I didn't want to cut it because this scene isreferenced in chapter 11, but it didn't really fit anywhere. And I guess that's the point of spare parts, so... here you go.

The old mech stumbled as he was shoved forward, but kept his balance despite the stasis cuffs holding his arms behind him.

Slag it. This is worse than I thought. There's that big gladiator himself.

I didn't bother to look away from the computer screen as Megatron stopped pacing and glared at the guards.

"What is the meaning of this?" he demanded.

"It's an Autobot spy, sir," one of the guards said.

"Autobot nothing!" the old mech huffed. "I've never even met an Autobot."

"He signed up for the army, but then was trying to sneak out of Kaon," the guard said.

Megatron looked at me. Who's telling the truth here? Does this mech have anything to do with the Autobots?

I get myself into all of these stupid situations. I've got to get out of this. What to say… The truth might be enough of a story…

Jazz, who had been doing something on a computer on the other side of the room looked over at the mech. I don't recognize him…

But I did, from somewhere. I had seen this mech before.

When had I seen this mech before?

"Soundwave?" Megatron asked. Is he a spy?

I shook my helm.

"Send him to the mines," Megatron growled. "He's just a deserter."

"Look here," the old mech said. "I'm not on a contract and I didn't sign nothing. You can't keep me here. I only came here looking for an old friend anyway." It was a big mistake. But I thought surely he couldn't be on the Council's side. Now I think the Council's side is probably not so bad.

I recognized him.

Megatron narrowed his optics. Who does this mech think he's playing with?

"Kup." I said.

They all looked at me.

"How do you know my designation?" the mech asked. Who the frag is that anyway? I know I've never seen him before. I'd remember a mech with a visor like that.

"Do you know this mech?" Megatron asked.

"Not personally," I said.

He was an old friend of Master Yoketron's

"Sure don't think so," Kup said. "How do you…"

"Silence!" Megatron said. "Soundwave?" What should we do with him? Is he important for any reason?

I shook my helm.

"All right," Megatron said, turning to the guards again. "I told you to take him to the mines."

"Hey!" Kup said, stepping forward as the guards came up behind him. "You know a mech designated Yoketron? Didn't he train you, gladiator?"

"No," Megatron said. "I've never heard of him."

Looking for Yoketron? Jazz thought. Why the pit would he look here? Maybe if he thinks he trained Megs… Slag, I guess he did in a way but... surely a friend of Master Yoketron's would know he'd never get involved in a conflict like this.

Now that's a lie, Kup thought I know Yokes's style when I see it. It's a little different yes, but the foundation is right. "Then you must be trained by someone who was trained by…"

"I don't have time for this," Megatron growled. "Get rid of him."

I don't slagging think so. Gotta get out of here…

The guards closed in on the old mech, but he tripped one and kicked the other over before sprinting for the doorway.

Ravage leaped out from under my desk and streaked after him.

Kup almost make it to the door before my cat pounced on him, sinking claws deep into his back.

The old mech cried out as he was knocked over. He threw Ravage off, but that gave the guards time to close in on him. Even injured and stasis-cuffed he nearly fought them off.

Megatron watched the scuffle, suddenly very interested.

Ravage padded back over to jump on my desk. I reached up to rub behind his audios.

I got him, he thought, licking the energon off of his claws. That was almost as fun as Ratchet. He's almost as cranky too.

"Good job," I muttered.

The guards eventually subdued the old mech and then dragged him to his pedes.

"You're a fighter," Megatron said.

"An old soldier," Kup replied proudly, looking Megatron in the optics.

"There would be a place for someone with your experience among the Decepticons."

Kup snorted. "Thanks for the offer. But I don't usually fight for tyrants."

"Call me that again and I'll have you offlined."

Kup looked down. They'll imprison me and I'll find a way to escape. Especially if they send me into the mines.

"I've changed my mind," Megatron said. I can't trust anyone with military experience in the mines. We'll just have to keep him locked up. "Put him in a high security cell until I've decided what to do with him."

They dragged Kup away. Megatron sighed. "Well?"

"He is truthful," I said. "And you're right. Don't send him to the mines."

Megatron shook his helm.

Yoketron, Jazz thought. If that mech really is his friend, I ought to… nah. Leave it. Leave it, Jazz, leave it.

Jazz.

If I was any good at guessing, he might not be loyal that much longer. Even now, he seemed hesitant to agree with Megatron sometimes. But he was always careful when I was present, so it was hard to tell exactly how close he was to slipping. When he did, I would have a choice to make.

It wouldn't be a very difficult one.