A/N

Hello! Folks. It's me, the author. Obviously. anyway! This book will have erratic updates. As I haven't started any concrete planning.

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The Prime outlined and briefly explained the war on Cybertron and much to my slight irritation left out key details. Like how the war originally started because one bots wanted to be free.

The robot section of my brain. Which is all of it now. Labeled the Prime as a high class threat. I chalked it up to his status as the supreme leader of a race of giant metal beings.

Said Cybertronian strutted over to the platform with Ratchet. Giving the weapon in my hands a brief look. His Pede steps made me and the humans have to steady ourselves. I swayed slightly; it was barely noticeable when compared to Miko's wobbling.

I blankly looked at Arcee who was stealing glances at me. I shrugged and slowly kneeled down to my bag, Fiddling with the straps. I secured it over one shoulder. Bulkhead looked apologetically down at me while Miko moved closer to me.

"C'mon girl! Lets meet my friends"One of the Japanese girls' hands excitedly snagged one of mine. The muzzle of the my over sized gun tapped off the floor when I was tugged forward with surprising force for someone as small as Miko. I slowly resigned myself to my fate.

Seconds later Miko hijacked a controller from one of the boys and shoved it into my free hand with a cheeky grin after sticking her tongue out.

"I-No Thank you MIko." I opted to drop the controller back into Jacks lap. "Thanks..?" The Darby smiled up at me.

Stupid me. I forgot to give him my bullshit name. "I'm M." He adopted an 'o' expression and threw out his hand in response to my introduction. "Jack Darby"

My gloved hand shot out to meet his. "Nice to meet you." Jack looked nervous after I stared at him for a second loner than was probably necessary. I was just comparing his face to the one from the show. I gave his hand one last squeeze and released it. Next was Raf.

My gray eyes trailed to the kid….who was blushing? "I'm M." I didn't stick out my hand this time as I was absentmindedly Watching the Prime and Ratchet bicker about the Omega key location's.

Ratchet was did more of bickering than Optimus, The Prime waited with a small smile upon his face plates for his oldest friend to finish. Raf's nervous voice gathered my attention again. "I'm R-Raf"

"Nice to meet you" I tried to give him a smile but it came out as an awkward grimace. I was struggling to comprehend my situation. Why me?

Light thuds approached from my right side causing me to give the perpetrator a side eyed glance. "What's with the rifle Kid?" It was the suspicious blue Autobot. One of my favorite from the show when I was a wee little shit.

"It's mine" My answer came off as a whole lot more possessive than I meant it to. "I can see that. Now why are you carrying a high powered gun with you?" Arcee's tone was impatient and slightly filled with distrust.

"I'm ex military" My eyebrows knitted together as I glared at the Autobot. My white lie had more genuine truth to it. As I was in the Military. So it flew under Arcee's watchful radar As a certified truth.

"And the Human military recruits children?" My eye twitched. "Affirmative, some do" My response was carefully scrubbed of my brief annoyance at being called a child. I was a 24 years and some odd months old. I wasn't a child.

The Femme hummed in thought. "How old are you?" That was Raf this time. My gaze filtered from the Autobots face to innocent Raf's his brown eyes where trained on my own.

I didn't know this body's exact age.

—-Approximately 6 hours 22 minutes and 36.51 Secconds—-

Uhh. Yes? "I'm 18" Raf's light blush fell instantly.

"Wha? You are?" He seemed aghast. Like he couldn't wrap his brain around the fact someone just barely shorter than MIko could be so old.

"Yes" I stated in monotone. a hint of an amused smirk twitched at the edge of my lips.

Seeing as I was done discussing my age Raf sighed and went back to his computer which with some concentration. I hacked into. It was like snapping my fingers and Viwola! I was in.

Did Primus give me some sort've espionage ability?

–Our creator has granted You several abilities and upgrades not usually found in your model–

I pointedly ignored the AI like it was some old dishes in my room. That answers that. I guess. For pure funsizes I opened up a chat with Raf.

M200: Hello human.

Seconds later and a gasp from Raf, I got a reply.

Raf: Hello?

"Optimus?!" The child genius shouted out in panic. I should tone down my trolling. It would most likely bite my ass in the long run, but I couldn't help myself at this point in time.

I crossed my arms After setting my rifle to rest on the railing next to me I noticed Arcee's optics following my every move as I maneuvered the M200, I choose not to pay the two-wheeler any attention. The Prime looked to our platform. When the Prime turne dto face us his pede steps rattled my rifle, So I grabbed to to steady it. and to prevent a accidental discharge if it fell."Yes Rafiel?" Raf hopped from the couch, laptop in hand He stumbled briefly before making his way towards the other platform with haste. He pulled a cord from his pocket and making a bee line for the usb jack. "Y-you have to see this" He stuttered while fingering his glasses with a hand.

The boy plugged in the laptop with the mainframe. It swiftly took over and produced Rafs screen onto the bigger one.

On display was our chat room with my message, inadvertently drawing the attention of all present.

Everyone stared at Raf and I's chat room baffled. Before Ratchet scoffed at the screen and walked to Raf's side to inspect the laptop closer, just before a notification popped up in the corner of my vision.

I willed it to open and it did so.

Optimus: You've made it clear that you are aware of our base's location. Is harassing our human companions necessary?

With everyone distracted. Including Arcee I took the opportunity to sneak off. With the grace of an owl I climbed over the railing and let myself drop. When I landed. I promptly bolted off down the large hallway to my right.

M200: Prime.. Have you ever thought that the war was your fault?

Metal on metal screeching and Ratchets angered shout echoed down the hallway. I imagined the medic broke one thing or another or he pulled out a wrench from his subspace and leveled it threateningly at the main screen.

Optimus likely had his messages on full display on the monitors in the main room.

Optimus: Many mistakes have been made, but when my brother attacked innocents. I couldn't standby and watch.

M200: Fair.. I suppose. Hey? Do you mind if I borrow a few cubes of energon?

My request gathered a conversation, That slowly devolved into a heavy debated on who the mysterious messenger was to break out among the bots in the main room because he took a few minutes longer to reply.

Optimus: We can spare a few cubes. If you allow us to know your origins and who exactly you are. We can also provide asylum..

One eyebrow lifted on my perfect porcelain face as I jogged deeper into the silo.

M200: I'll pass. Thank you though. Imagine the holy prime of Cybertron letting someone's Tanks run dry… :(

I sent him a frowning face for good measure. As a smirk broke out on my own. Slowly my jog came to an end when I passed by a room that glowed a aggressive blue. even through the seams in the door. The humming of an energized substance clued me in on what the room was. My boots drifted soundlessly off the concrete as I slid to a stop.

I slung my rifle on my free shoulder and prepared myself to open the door. I must've brought it with me without me knowing.

I set my palm on the handle and twisted only to find the small human door was locked tight. I twisted harder and the doorknob snapped right off. The strength I put into it caused me to smack my nose off the rusted metal door as the nob left its confines and I fell into the door.

A dull pain immersed from my nose. But it quickly faded. I nursed it with two gloved fingers out of pure habit.

If I were human I would've sent a fist into the door. Why? Cause it dared attack me! in my own lack of being careful.

But this time I just set a hand on the hole where the knob came from and pushed.

It ominously creaked. The old metal held surprisingly well at the moderate amount of force I put into the push, I mean It stayed close when I smashed my pretty face into it. Just then my message box chimed.

Optimus: If you are dangerously low on Fuel. We will provide some.

I applied more force into the door and it snapped open. I caught myself this time and eyed the small stack of Cybertronian life blood.

M200: No need for it Prime. I was just poking fun.

Because I was Already in their storage room. Like a rat. I pranced up to one cube that was as wide as a small lawn mower and as tall as an atm.

I reached out a gloved hand. The M200 clinked off my backpack. I closed my hand into a fist and widened my stance. I waited a few seconds as my message box dinged.

Optimus: Will you please state clearer instructions on how you plan to end this war with my Autobots help?

I let my fist fly, the metal box gave way easily enough. I buried my hand to the forearm into the box, the rushing of liquid lasted for a split second before my arm plugged the hole. unfortunately I did end up getting my jacket lightly doused in energon.

The light silvery glow of my eyes faded as I typed out a message. I didn't even know my eye's glowed in the dark!

M200: I'm sure Megatronus is just as tired of this war as you and I

"My eyes glow?" I asked the empty room. I failed to receive a response from the AI. Globs of blue slid down the container and dripped from my arm as I pulled away to inspect the glow from my eyes on the bridge of my nose, crossing my eyes briefly. Leaving the substance to drop onto the floor in sickly drops.

It almost looked like a bot was leaking out. The droplets of energon reminded me of a time when someone would get a bloody nose it dripped about as fast as one.

I used my finger from my other hand to scrape the energon from the floor on it. My pointer finger was quickly tinted blue. Before it could drip from my finger to the floor I opened my mouth and plopped it in.

I watched in mild curiosity as a percentage indicator leveled a percent. Going from 66% to 67%.

Energon worked as a power source for me. apparently.

—-A spark needs Energon to function—-

'A spark?' A brow tweaked on my neutral face. 'I'm Cybertronian then?'

I let my hand stay in the container. 'That would explain my body. But I've never heard of a Tactical Doll… What exactly am I?"

—You are a Tactical Doll, Sniper class; M200—-You are a human construct. Therefore you are not Cybertronian.-

"That makes absolutely no sense." I idly commented. The system lacked an answer for me. A human construct with a Cybertronian spark.. Bullshit.

Deep sounding thuds resounded from the hallway to my rear. They were large and metal in origin. I yanked my arm from the container causing the enegon to start gushing out.

I didn't think this through. I scrambled like an egg and collected all my items I may have left Which was my sniper which was once again leaned on the side of the box. Seconds passed as I slipped deeper into the maize of energon cubes. My speed and agility was impressive as I slide around a cube. It was another reminder I wasn't human.

I smiled at that. Because that means I no longer had humanities limitations to worry about. I dripped energon from my arm leaving a small trail as I came to a door that led to Primus knows where. I had little care as I went through it like it was tinfoil Bashing it off its hinges.

The bang and crunching of metal alerted the Autobot to my presence. "Hey!" Bulkhead shouted into the room failing to notice me as the door was hidden by Energon cubes. The door I bashed through led to another hallway and I took off into a sprint down the right end because I guessed the left wrapped around to the other entrance to the storage room.

Did I mention this hall was human sized?

I ran like hell. My feet are stealthy clapping off the floor. I made little sound in my uncontrolled sprint. Which surprised me. But I had bigger fish to fry. I skidded to a stop and opened another door gently and shut it behind me with a click. My eyes snapped to a dark green painted pipe I skipped towards it and started scaling it like a human sized spider monkey.

Thankfully I was adept at climbing as I made it up high enough to be just above helm and optic level for the shorter Autobots. Meaning all but the Prime himself.

I started scaling the pipe with more tact. A fall from this height will probably hurt. No matter the body I was in.

I was hidden amongst the rafters in minutes. Wires, pipes and conveniently open human sized vents surrounded me.

"It's a wonder how fast the scraplets infested," I sarcastically whispered. If any mech goons infiltrated the base. The Autobots would destroy half of their own roof attempting to get them. That's if the ass wipes found the Silo.

My plan was formulated in seconds I was going to deviously map out the vents. I heaved my backpack onto the lip of a support structure. My trusty gun was held in my off hand. The weight bothered me very little. As I gripped the damaged grate with one hand. The rusted metal creaked as I applied more pressure to my grip.

I gave it one steady pull and the poor grate snapped the few bolts holding it in place, giving me uncontested access to the large ventilation system of the silo.

I smirked. I just acquired myself a base. Within the base. Well it was little more than a place to rest my head that was hidden from the bots. if I stuck around. But that mattered little to me.

I carefully slid my pack into the 4 foot opening, my eyes cast a white glow over the vent. It was roughly big enough for me to stand hunched over in it. I peaked my head further in it and looked right and left.

Left led up and the vent got bigger as far as I could see. The right led straight and so far the darkness swallowed the little light my optics provided for me.

My tie hit the opening as I hefted myself into the ventilation shaft. I was careful not to let my gun hit the entrance as I slipped into a low crouch and began to head up the steadily widening vent.

I snaked through the system, the Autobots none the wiser. I had an inkling as to where this incline led but I was unsure. I watched my step to avoid several small holes that rusted through the vent. Stale air was hitting my nose like a sledge hammer but I pressed on with zero acknowledgement to the air other than my nose wrinkling slightly.

It took minutes of stealth crouching through the vents before light started peeking through the darkness.

I set my bag down gently to my right. The muzzle of my shouldered rifle struck the roof slightly as I was less careful in standing up. Thankfully it seemed this end of the vent was surrounded by concrete. As the diminutive sound failed to echo more than a few feet.

I doubled my pace towards the light. I was correct on where this vent led. As I gazed down upon the main hub of the silo. Ratchet was working on the monitors. Optimus was pacing with a comlink open. His voice was faint but slightly panicked, well for a Prime.

"One of the human's came into contact with energon?" The Prime paused in his thunderous walked to turn to Ratchet.

The medic overheard him. Ratchet Spluttered. As it was well known energon was deadly to humans and all the children knew it... Except the new human M. "Ratchet, Prepare sick bay"

The humans mainly Miko looked to each other in confusion. "Whats so bad about energon?" Miko blurted. Well. Raf and Jack.

Ratchet pulled a Gurney from his subspace it was a older human sized gurney. but he held it gently in his large servos. Ratchet took the time to cure Miko's irritation of being ignorant as to the dangers of energon. "It is our life blood, and it can kill humans if it stays in direct contact with them. its very toxic" The grumpy medics' simple answer alleviated the girl's curiosity for now.

Though knowing Miko she doesn't give a shit.

"Wait, where's M?" Asked Jack.

I snorted. I was gone for an hour at most, the dunces finally noticed my lack of presence.

Optimus frowned. "I fear your companion has come into contact with energon and has ran from Bulkhead, She is in grave danger"

He touched a digit to his audial and gave orders to search for me. "What's with the two most intellectual bots in this base simplifying everything?"

I muttered it was unlike the Prime to give curt answers. With that I dropped on my haunches sudden fatigue assaulting the back of my eyes. My quick shift into crouched to seated kicked up a dust cloud. Even as a robot girl knockoff thing, dust still bothered the shit out of me.

My gloved hands rubbed my eyes to clear them of the gritty stuff. I cracked open one eye and trailed it along the tubes that snaked along the roof of the vent. One happened to glow an eerie blue. It was a energon line. That much a three year old could gather.

What it powered? A little more complicated. Either way I marked it for later exploration. I had to return to be found.

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I choose to leave half my supplies from my bag in the ventilation system. Now I was just wandering the halls, my energon soaked coat in one hand and my M200 slung over the other shoulder. I cleaned myself off the best I could with the lack of water.

I already had an excuse cooked up. It was kinda odd how the box just started spewing the weird glowing stuff everywhere wasn't it?

I purposely made the excuse sound as human as possible.

I frowned. How long was it going to take for me to be found? I was aimlessly walking for about an hour. I was in what looked to be in the bedroom section, or berthroom if I was Cybertronian. Name plates on garage doors stood out proudly.

They were set in english for easier means for the humans. Or Optimus just really liked the human language.

I didn't care. I just noted down the location on my inner map. I passed Arcee's room as the door opened off its own accord. Causing me to stumble and twist my head to it so fast my mousy gray hair smacked me in the face.

A thud rang out in the hall as Arcee ground to a halt in an effort not to squish me. I looked up and my silverish white eyes greeted a larger pair of glowing pink rimmed ones. I was wordlessly scooped into a servo and the Autobot instantly connected to a comlink. "I found the human, She looks normal-Yes, I'm coming"

Arcee started jogging. But was careful not to jostle me around. "Are you alright kid?" The femme asked.

"Not a kid" I snarked. "Just fine then" Arcee snipped, The autobot probably reasoned if I could argue with her.. I was just fine. We fell into an intense silence. I silently attempted to map out the route from the dorms to the central room but the speed we were going at made the self appointed task difficult.

I prevailed anyway. I also succeeded in making my body heat up mildly. My breathing was picked up by a unnoticeable degree but I greedily sucked air down. Even if it was dusty, shitty air it cooled my down by the time we entered the main room and I swapped servos.

Seconds later I was set upon a gangly medical bed. My eyes glared up into the medical officers. He opened his scanner and scanned me.

I thought I was found out right there. But Imagine my surprise when The White and Orange Candy cane looking ass Autobot turned on his heel muttering under his vents. "I'm fine. Why was I just rushed here like I was on the brink of death?"

My monotone voice tinged with humor.

"Did you come into contact with a glowing substance the color of my optics?" Ratchet pointed to his Optics with a digit.

"The glowing shit that spewed all over my jacket when I was exploring?" I asked dumbly.

Ratchet paced to the monitors as a human skeletal structure appeared on it. "Yes, yes. That's the one. You should be thankful none of it touched your skin."

"Why?" I asked. "Because." Ratchet sounded like he was speaking to a sparkling. "It is very toxic to your body. Anything from Rash, to death." The CMO sounded and looked disgusted by the word Rash.

"Oh" I tried to let fear etch into my voice. Ratchet plucked my jacket from the bed to my right and moved it as far as possible from me.

"OH! Is very right young lady." The medic pointed an offended digit at me. "You are to remain here, because we not only lost a cube of energon somehow. And on top of that. you put yourself in grave danger!"

I couldn't help but let my head bow at his scolding. Miko, Jack and Raf were nowhere in sight.

So I sat there and took the full brunt of an irritated Ratchet.