His heels clacked against the hard stone floor. He paced around in his new cell with a passion. His wings ached from the constant pressure of the clamp that bound them. The enclosed plain walls would no doubt trigger his claustrophobia at some point. The only piece of furniture, a simple recharge berth, made the room only appear smaller. All of these factors would normally agitate him, but right now he was focused on something entirely different.

Nya was safe, he was so relieved. Nya was safe, he was so confused and ashamed. This small creature baffled him. He failed to keep her safe from the decepticons, yet she had tried to defend him when she thought he was in danger? Why? Shouldn't she hate him? It was his fault that she had been captured, that she was now wrapped up in war, for primus's sake! She should hate him, maybe even be frighten by him, but she wasn't. It baffled him.

Back with the decepticons, whenever he had failed, there would always be consequences. If it had been minor, he'd might have been able to beg himself out of a beating, but if it were something major, he'd receive a one-way ticket to med bay. Sure, he didn't expect Nya to beat him, but he had been positive that she would have been furious with him or would want to forget ever meeting him, but that didn't happen. The opposite had happened. She stood up for him. She defended him. She probably would have fought and died by Arcee's servo, if he hadn't stepped in. All for him. Why? Why was she doing this? So, he would be always indebted to her? So, she could torture his mind? Why?

Maybe, she was doing this because…she cared for him. No, she couldn't. No one cared about, Starscream, the decepticons' former second in command. Not anymore. The last people who cared about him was his trine, and he didn't even know if they were alive. Thundercracker. Skywarp. His… What was that earth word? Brothers? That was it. His brothers. It had been vorns since he had seen them, not since… No, he couldn't think about them now, he didn't want to start crying when there could be an autobot just outside of his door, but he couldn't help it. It had been so long since he thought about them.

Nya made him feel the same way that his trine made him feel…safe. He hadn't felt safe since Megatron returned. Maybe that's why he was so determined to get her back. She healed him. She talked and joked with him. She made him feel loved? Yeah, loved... that was the word. Maybe she could forgive him and they could continue to be friends? No, that wouldn't happen. He was a prisoner, the autobots would most likely keep her away. They would take her into protective custody. Far away from him. What happened must have been the heat of the moment, she must have felt threated and was trying to defend herself. After all he's done to her, she couldn't possibly forgive him. Human or cybertronian, no spark is that pure…

He wanted to scream in frustration. Why did this human matter so much to him!? She was nothing but a discussing fleshy organic. A feeble creature that the high and mighty energon Seeker Starscream, shouldn't give a frag about. Yet…Here he was. Panicking about what she thought of him and her wellbeing. Why did he care about this?! Why did she matter so much?!

He sat down on the berth. Everything was a storm in his mind, and his spark hurt, but not physically. He didn't know how to describe it, but it was utter agony. What should he do? He felt so lost. Maybe he should apologize? He'd didn't know if that would help, but Nya deserved an apology. If he ever got to see her again, he would apologize to her. He'd had just made up his mind, when a clearly female shriek made his spark jump, and his eyes grow wide with worry.

Something was terribly wrong…

He ran up to the small window in his door, and craned his helm and neck to try and see what ever was going on. He didn't know why, but his spark felt like it was breaking.

Back in the main area of the silo, June had rushed in the moment Jack had called. After finding Nya on the floor, she quickly got to work.

"What happened?" she June quickly said her voice concerned yet focused.

"Her eyes rolled back, she collapsed, and then started shaking." Fowler quickly answered.

"A Grand Mal Seizure," June mumbled to herself, "Ratchet! I needed her vitals! Right now!"

Starscream paced around once more, he could hear the panicked voices coming from the main room of the base. Sure, they were muffled but he knew something was wrong. What was happening out there? We're they under attack? The Decepticons couldn't track him here…right?

He started to pace even faster, as every single scenario flashed through his mind. All of them threating to stop his spark with panic…and included her. Why was this human torturing his thoughts?

Did he care about her? No, that couldn't be it. Could it?

He glanced back at the door. Whatever was happening, he'd prayed to whatever god was out there that he was wrong.

June continued to rush around the young woman lying on a gurney in the Autobots sick bay. Most of the equipment in there was for treating autobots but there were a few pieces that could help with the situation.

June was busy doing a physical exam, while ratchet was setting up a full body scan. Sure, the old autobot wasn't a human physician, but ever since the incident with Raf, he'd taken to studying the human body and medicine in his free time. During his studies, he had been both impressed, and at times disturbed, by the human body. However, he knew he wasn't an expert so he took the back seat and immediately followed Nurse Darby's orders.

Ratchet had finally gotten Nya's vitals on the screen, "Nurse Darby?" he turned around.

June looked up, she had been trying to make since of the bizarre pattern of Nya's pulse, and the vital signs on the giant screen only confirmed that she wasn't going insane.

"Bill? Does she have any pre-existing medical conditions?" She quickly asked, several different possibilities flashing through her mind.

"None that we know of," Agent Fowler answered.

June had found Nya's Dog tags, "Well you should be able to get her records, shouldn't you? She's obvious military."

"We tried. Most of the information on her has been classified."

"Great, just great," June mumbled, noticing the bruising along Nya's arms and she pulled what was clearly pilot's jacket off or her, "How did this happen?" She looked back at Fowler, "Where on earth did you find this girl?"

Fowler looked up at Optimus, signaling the bot to tell her. As a witness it would be easier for him to explain.

Optimus nodded, "Nurse Darby, Nya was held hostage by the Decepticons."

If June wasn't in emergency mode she would have frozen in place. Held hostage? After being kidnapped herself and seeing Megatron in person, she knew how dangerous, and destructive the decepticons could be, if they wanted to. This information didn't really help her diagnose Nya. Now the seizure could have been caused by anything from stress to an injury that she had sustained as a hostage.

"Was she in recent contact with anyone? Any numbers on her phone we could call?" June asked.

"She didn't have a phone with her," Fowler quickly answered.

"And I'm none of us know any of her recent history," Ratchet chimed in.

"Well, we could ask Starscream," Miko said.

"Who?" June asked not recognizing the name, but guessed it was a bot by how peculiar it was.

"Absolutely not!" Arcee said.

"Yeah, why would we even ask that con for help in the first place?" Bulkhead said.

Bumblebee made a whirring sound, that June didn't understand, but Arcee's answer was enough for her to know what he had said.

"Just because he said they had spent time together doesn't mean that he knows anything! Besides if anything he probably rescued her to return the favor for patching him up!" Arcee's voice was violent and burning with anger.

"Look! If there's a chance to get more information on the currently unstable girl that might not leave this table alive! I don't care who this Starscream is! We need to know whatever he knows!" June shouted.

The shouting had grown more antagonizing, making Starscream's concerns grow and the questions in his mind to swirl fasters. What was going on out there? He started pacing again, and his he wings began to flex against the clamp; he didn't even notice how much they hurt.

Sudden quick paced footsteps coming down the hall, made him jump. Was that the attackers?! Were they coming for him?! His spark nearly jumped out of his chassis, as his cell's door slowly opened. Arcee and Bumblebee entered. He didn't know whether to be relieved or continue to panic.

"What's the meaning of this? What's going on?" Starscream asked, his guard up slightly, hoping the Autobots wouldn't noticed how worried he'd had been.

"Shush!" Arcee drew her gun, which Starscream thought was a reasonable reaction, they didn't have any reason to trust him, "You said you spent time with Nya, before she was captured?" Arcee cut to the chase.

"Yes, for a few weeks. Why?" He answered, suspicious.

"Do you know anything about her medical history?" Arcee asked.

He felt his spark stop. Memories of finding her unconscious on the barn floor, flooded back to him. Did she collapse again? What is her human spark? Was she…gone? As far as he knew the Autobots didn't have a human medic. Silent panic filled him once again.

Arcee saw the confused look on his face, "Come on bee. He doesn't know anything." They started to leave.

Starscream suddenly realized that he hadn't answered, "Wait! What happened to her?" he called after them.

"Classified," Arcee said, "unless you have information."

"Uhm…she had been a plane crash, I'm not sure how long ago, but she's had some type of fainting spells ever since. It also did something to her spark, oh wha... agh! Whatever a human spark is called!" he sputtered out.

Arcee was shocked, by the sincerity and worry that rang through the Seekers voice. It almost seemed real. Then she remembered that he was a con, and the deception was in their name for a reason. She quickly turned to leave, before answering him.

"She collapsed." She mumbled, before slamming the door.

Starscream flinched, partly due to the door, and partly due to his wings hitting the clamp as they jumped. His vents started to work over time, as his insides began to overheat with worry.

Nya had collapsed again.

The words danced around in his processor, along with a whole new batch of questions, as he sat back down on his berth. Was she alright? That was silly of course she was alright…she was just fine before. But this wasn't before. He didn't know the extent of her condition. So, she could be… no, no, she was too stubborn. She couldn't be…could she?

June was finally able to get Nya stable. Well, as stable as she could get. Her heart rate was still irregular, and there wasn't much she could do for her bruises and any other minor, not life threating, injuries. Knowing that she had been in a plane crash and had survived, made June both impressed and concerned. Surviving a plane crash was quite a feat but no one walked away from that unharmed. She would definitely be talking with Nya once she was awake.

The sound of heavy footsteps, entered the med bay. June turned to see ratchet, clearly concerned.

"Is she alright?" Ratchet asked.

"She's as stable as she's going to get, thanks to Starscream input. Did Raf manage to find any of her medical history?" June said.

"I'm afraid not," Ratchet said, "Like much of her information, it seems to have been erased. An idiotic decision if you ask me. Even if she isn't part of the military force anymore, that doesn't mean the information they had on her wouldn't have been useful, especially if she had been in plane crash," said Ratchet, "if anything they should have mentioned the… uhm what was it called again, Nurse Darby?"

"A seizure Ratchet. A grand mal seizure to be exact. It happens when communication between the neurons in the drain is disrupted," June sighed, "It could have been stress to that triggered her attack, or whatever trauma that she sustained in the crash," she sighed, "it's difficult to tell."

"Is she going to be okay?" a small little voice asked.

Both medics turned to see, Raf and Miko walking into the room. Miko was unnaturally quiet, and Raf looked nervus as ever, both of them knew that the situation wasn't a laughing matter. Suddenly the sound of rapid footsteps, both human and Autobot, came running towards the door. Bulkhead and Jack burst into med bay, a moment later.

"Sorry, Mom," Jack quickly said.

"We couldn't stop them," bulkhead explained.

"It's fine. She's stable now," June reassured, "but try not to disturb her."

"That's good news, the others are still worried out there," Jack said.

"Yeah, I didn't even know that could happen to a human. Come to think of it, I don't think the others knew either," bulkhead said.

"Yeah, well with the limited experience to the human body, you guys have I'm not surprised," June sighed, and turned to Ratchet, "We'd better go tell the others what happened," she turned back to Bulkhead and the children, "Can you four keep an eye on her?"

"Yeah, we can!" Miko Shouted, some of her energy returned know that she hadn't actually watched someone die in front of her.

Everyone quickly shushed her. The teen quickly covered her mouth, and smiled apologetically.

June smiled, "If anything changes, come and get me. Ok?" After, getting affirming nods from the boys, June nodded back to them, and walked out with Ratchet.

All optics immediately shot to the little nurse. All eager to hear Nya's Judgment. The last time a human had been in a critical condition in the silo was when Raf was infected with dark energon. At least then they knew somewhat what was wrong with him and what had happened, but this time they were completely in the dark.

"How is she?" Optimus questioned.

"Stable," June said.

Relief washed over everyone.

"What happened?" Arcee asked.

"A grand mal seizure. It could have been caused by stress, but I can't be sure without her medical records. Have you really not found anything on her?" June said.

"No, ratchet and Raf were practically disassembling the computers looking for it," Smokescreen said.

"Excuse me?" June, asked, the room when silent as all attention became focus on the human medic, "But how did you meet her in the first place? I know that she was a hostage, and you came to her rescue, but what exactly happened?"

Optimus, knowing that keeping this secret any longer would not be helpful to the situation, came forward, "June, Nya had been recent contact with the decepticon's formers second in command."

"Starscream," June guessed, as she continued to listen. She could tell that this was going to be a long story.

The world around her was dark. A sharp, yet faint pain tightened in her chest, as she inhaled. She reached up and held her throbbing head. She didn't panic, this usually happened when she woke up in the morning. Until, she heard unfamiliar voices.

"She's moving!"

Someone gasped.

"I'll get my mom!"

Who was that? Their shouts didn't help her head. What had happened? The last things she could recall was walking to the alien's base, meeting the children that they apparently had, and… She had collapsed! Oh Crap! That stupid shrapnel had finally killed her! She was dead and hearing ghosts! Wait…if she was dead…did that mean he was here…

She decided to face the music and open her eyes to see what the afterlife looked like. She was.. not impressed. The afterlife was underground? Oh shoot! She wasn't dead. She was still in the Alien base. At least this meant that she didn't die and leave Starscream behind. She started to lift herself up of the hard, clearly worn out, gurney, when a woman that was wearing scrubs and had black hair adorning her head, came running into the room and pushed her back down.

"No, no don't get up." The woman in scrubs said.

Nya gently pushed her back and sat up, "Don't worry. I'm fine."

"You just had a grand mal seizure, and have been unconscious for two hours. You're not fine."

"No, really don't worry about it. This happens all the time." Nya quickly said.

June noticed how casual that Nya sounded, "How often is all the time?"

"Every few weeks, sometimes less, depending on how active I am." Nya sat up and swung her legs over the side of the gurney, after lowering the guardrail.

June nodded, and took out some of her instruments wanting to do a conscious exam, "I'm June. Do you mind?"

"Nya. You won't bill me for this will you?" Nya asked, half joking, half serious.

June chuckled and shook her head, earning a consenting nod for Nya.

Nya look up and just now noticed all the other people in the room. The children, and two other bots; a white and Red-orange one, and the large green one that tackled Starscream. She was slightly on edge seeing them at first, until she noticed how comfortable the children were with them. She flashed them a warm smile.

"Did you really survive a plane crash!?" Miko chimed in.

"Miko." Jack said.

"What? I'm just asking?" Miko said.

"Everyone has things that they might not want to talk about." Ratchet said.

"No, it's fine," Nya quickly said, reassuring the others, "To answer your, little lady. Yeah, I was. Not something I recommend trying."

"Yes, Miko listen to her," Quickly said the white and red-orange bot.

"I never said I was going to do it Doc bot! I just thought it would be cool to say I've survived through one if it happened." Miko said.

"Do you mind if I asked you a few more Questions regarding the crash?" June asked.

"Not really." Nya answered.

"How long ago was it?"

"Let's see. About two years now."

"When did the seizures start?"

"Right after I was kick out of the medical wing of the base near where the crash happened, AKA not long after I was fired."

"Have the seizures been getting more frequent since then?"

"Yeah. At first, they'd happen, maybe, every two and a half months. Then they gradually started to pick up to every two weeks or less."

"Have you seen any doctors about this?"

"I would have, but can't afford it. I don't have insurance."

"Do you know your heart beat is irregular?"

"I'd be surprise if it wasn't, considering I have nearly two pounds of shrapnel stick in my chest."

"What?" June suddenly asked in shock, before turning to White and red-orange bot, "Ratchet, I thought you scan her?"

"I did," Ratchet said pulling up the scans on a nearby monitor.

"They how did we miss, two pounds of shrapnel stuck in this girl's chest?" June walked over to where Ratchet was.

Ratchet pointed to some bizarre looking spots on the scan, "I did see these and thought they were odd, but I just thought maybe her skeletal structure was different."

"Nope, Ratchet, that defiantly not supposed to be in her body," June turned back to Nya, "How did this happen?"

"It happened in the crash."

"And your medics didn't remove it?" Ratchet asked.

"No, not after I wreaked their fancy jet. Kicking me to the curb was a much better option, in their eyes."

"What do you…?"

"Well look who back out of kicking the bucket!"

Nya looked passed the others and saw that Agent Fowler enter the room.

"Agent Fowler." Nya greeted.

"Good to see you awake, soldier. I had honestly thought you had been late to a meeting with the good lord himself."

She chuckled, "Not yet. Sorry if I made you worry."

"It's fine. You're alright now?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Fine? Major Nya Lee you are not fine. You have multitudes of shrapnel, currently stuck in your chassis." Said Ratchet.

"What?" Fowler asked, surprised.

"Yes, and you was just about to tell us how this occurred?" said, Ratchet, turning to Nya.

All eyes suddenly shifted to Nya. She took a deep breath; it was time to come clean.

It had been a sunny afternoon. The air was dry and the winds calm. It was perfect.

I remember walking onto the tarmac, and my best friend's laugh; he had been my copilot that day.

My grip on the controls, had been firm but gentle. The jet didn't like me being a strict commander, but rather a gentle guide. There had been a few blips on the instruments, but I didn't think too much about it. It was new tech.

I remember the command clear as day,

"Go for a nose dive."

I lowered the front of the jet, taking a deep breath. I counted down the yards I had before I to pull up. Deciding to play it safe I tried to pull up early but… it didn't respond.

My breath quickened as I tried again. The instruments and screens either went black or haywire. I heard my copilot call out from behind me. The cockpit began to shake. I looked up, or rather down. To see the trees flying towards us…then nothing.

When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed. Terminated, disabled, and grieving.

Fowler, looked at the young pilot before him. She was close to tears. Clearly going back through that event, had reopened some deep didn't know what to say.

The children and bots in the room seemed to be for a loss of words as well. Even Miko was unnaturally quiet.

"And the doctors on seen just left the shrapnel in your chest?" June broke the silence

"Yep, they just patched me up, and sent me on my way. Their excuse was that it was too risky and they didn't want to risk my family suing, if I didn't make it during the extraction. Though I personally think that a lo…" she glanced at the children, and cleared his throat, "lie. After my father death, I consider myself an orphan."

"That explains why you were terminated. But it doesn't help your files make sense." Fowler said.

"Oh, that…hehe…let's just say I also managed to tick off a lot people with a lot of money, that day." Nya rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

Agent fowler was about to asked for more details, but his cell phone prevented him from doing so. Excusing himself, he quickly returned to the main part of the base in order to take his call.

"She's alright prime. A little shaken up but, that's expected," he voiced to the Autotbot leader before walking off.

"So how fast have you flown?" Miko asked.

"uhm I can't really remember…" Nya answered.

Ratchet and June had left, now that Nya was conscious and stable. Leaving the former pilot to the endless questions of the children (Mostly Miko) and Bulkhead. But some of them she didn't have the chance to answer many of them.

"How many missions have you been on?"

"Uh…"

"How long did it take you to become a pilot?"

"Well…"

"Were you good at flying at first or did you have to train to be that good?"

"Uhm…"

"Why did you…?"

"Miko slow down. She hasn't been able to answer most of your questions." Raf interjected.

"I'm trying spill her guts!" Miko said, making bulkhead look at her, very concerned.

Nya burst into laughter, upon seeing the large Autobot's confused and concerned face. Her laugh sounded somewhat like a cackle but it was sweet and welcoming, not high pitched and evil like a witch's, "Don't worry big guy. She means that she wants me to talk, or spill the beans. But this isn't an interrogation, so it's kind of unnecessary."

"Beans?" Bulkhead said.

"Er…Never mind."

Sudden footsteps form the entrance of the med bay, drew everyone's attention.

"Hey everyone." A mostly white bot had entered along with the blue one Nya had aimed at.

The stripes on the white one, made Nya immediately think "Racecar". He also seemed younger, then the other two. He gave off a young energetic dreamer vibe, not that she found it annoying. She had seen many of them, as the base she had worked at usually had quite a few pilots coming fresh out of flight school. Heck, she probably had been one herself once. The only thing she hated about them was what usually happened to them. They'd start out so bright, so innocent. Then they would see something that would stick with them forever and that spark would vanish.

"Heya smoke, Cee!" Miko said, and the others followed suit with various greetings.

"Smoke? Is that short of something?" Nya asked.

"hmm? Oh…Yeah, it's short for Smokescreen." Smokescreen answered.

"Nice to meet you, Smokescreen. I'm Nya, my name is too short for an abbreviation." She offered a handshake.

"uh…okay," Smokescreen said, confused, as his experience with earth culture was still very limited.

"Let me guess you new here?" Nya said. Withdrawing her hand.

"How did you know?"

"When you work in military for a couple years, you learn how to spot them, and you are practically a picture-perfect rookie."

"Picture perfect Rookie? I'm not that inexperienced."

"Oh, cocky denial. Not helping your case." Nya said causing some of the people present to snicker.

"Heh, you're good." Arcee said.

"Thanks and sorry for… you know…holding you at gun point. Hehe…I just didn't know if I could trust you or not."

"It's fine I know the feeling."

"She was panicking when you collapsed. Think that she had scared you to death." Bulkhead said.

"I was not." Arcee denyed

"Yes, you were. I've never seen you pace so much." Smokescreen added.

Arcee growled. Nya saw the look on her face. It was complete 'why do they have to be right?'. it made her laugh again.

"Well, you don't have to pace now, especially if I collapse again. It was from something that happened a long time ago," Nya reassured.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Enough Chit Chat! Back to Questions!" Miko said.

"Alright, alright, what do you got for me kiddo?" said Nya, returning her attention to the hyperactive teen.

"Okay, I'm going to shoot straight. How did you meet Starscream?" Miko asked.

"Oh, that huh? Did he already tell you that?"

"We're sometimes left out of interrogations," Miko said frowning, before instantly perking up again, "Besides I want to hear it from your perspective."

Nya chuckled, before replaying the memory of the night an alien crashed into her yard, "Well, it had been a normal day, I would have gotten up around six, or when ever the sun rose that day; it was a habit I formed back in, Flight School. I did a few things around my barn."

"You lived in a barn?" Raf asked.

"Yes, I did. One that was practically falling apart, actually. I didn't have the funds to afford a real house, or luck getting a job. But I was actually kind of lucky living there, it sat on a pretty large natural clay deposit. I used the clay to make sculptures, and sold them at a monthly fair, in the nearby town. It wasn't much but it kept me from starving."

"That's pretty clever," Raf said.

"I wouldn't have thought of it," Bulkhead said, stating the obvious making everyone laugh.

"Okay, back to the story," Miko said.

"Right," Nya took a breath before continuing, "Well, by the time the sun had gone down I had crawled up to hayloft," Nya paused seeing very confused faces of half the people in the room, "that's a little storage space near the roof of a barn. I reworked the one in my barn into a makeshift bedroom, and was just trying to fall asleep, by that point. But that wasn't going to happen. I heard a loud crash, and everything around me shook for a moment. I ran outside and found a gigantic hole in my yard, with Starscream in it."

"And you used your knowledge of jets from you pilot days to fix him, right?" Miko asked.

"Well, sort of it wasn't really flight school where I learned how to fix a jet. My father worked as a mechanic for military bases all over the country, he taught me everything I knew about jets. Sure, I found there were quite a few differences between, a cybertronian and a normal jet, but I managed to learn as I went along, and thankfully I didn't kill him." she joked.

"That wouldn't have been much of a problem." Arcee said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you did accidently kill, him. I wouldn't miss him."

"So, would have left him in hole?"

"I might."

"Why? What reason would you have to leave someone to die? I know you have a history with him, but if you didn't what would be the reason?"

"He's a con what other reason do you need." Smokescreen said.

Nya looked at them, her face somewhat disappointed as if she was pitying them, "Have you ever been on a tight rope?"

Everyone looked at her, confused by the randomness of the question, and the fact that one of them didn't know what a tight rope was. Nya didn't wait for them to answer.

"It's a difficult journey from one end of the rope to the other. One miss step and you'll fall. That was what Starscream was going through with the decepticons. He couldn't speak out of turn without risking the chance of having a fist ramming into him. it's not healthy way too live."

"Why are you defending him?" Arcee asked. "Stuck on a tight rope or not. He's a bot killer."

"Because I've been stuck on a tightrope too."

The lights started to flash red and alarms began to flare. Nya and the kids covered their ears. Man, it was loud.

"What's with the klaxon?" Smokescreen asked.

Everyone quickly filed out of the Med bay and into the main area of the silo.

"What's going on?" Arcee asked.

"Decepticons," ratchet answered, as he worked on one of the many monitors.

"Wow, these guys really don't waste any time bothering ya'll, do they?" Nya asked.

"Not usually, and you should be resting," Ratchet said.

"Don't worry about me, Doctor. I don't plan on dropping dead in the near future."

"Ratchet, what has happened?" Questioned Optimus, as he and bumblebee entered. The little yellow scout buzzing his own question.

"No bumblebee, it appears they are converting on another area, other than the one we have recently been too," Ratchet said.

"PRIME!" A very familiar voice shouted. Agent fowler, came running back into the room, he must have taken his call on the roof. "The cons are attacking an abandoned, military base in northern India. You bots better get your saris and get out there."

Optimus, like the other times Agent Fowler had said bizarre phrases, just nodded, unsure if he wanted to know what a sari was, "Ratchet…"

"Wait did you say, Northern India?!" Nya quickly glanced at Optimus, suddenly realizing that she had cut of an over 30-foot-tall alien commander, "Sorry that I interrupted but I have to know. This base wasn't formally called 04-delta was it?" she walked up the stairs to the platforms.

"Yes, it was. Why?" Fowler answered.

Nya's eyes when wide, and she looked at the floor, "shoot," She whispered, before turning to the bots, "You can't go there."

"Why?" Smokescreen said.

"I was stationed out on the newer base located near the one the cons are attacking, a few years back, when I was a rookie pilot." Nya began, "long story short, the area is littered with land mines."

"And why that concern us? While a couple hundred mines are troublesome, if we watcher where we step, we should be fine." Ratchet said.

"Annex two more zeros on that couple hundred Doctor. Even creatures as small as humans can set multiple amounts of these things off, just by walking five feet outside of the base. In some place's the mines are set too close together and setting one off can trigger over 20."

Concerned glances were shared around the room. Optimus concerned for the safety of his team, turned to the only sore of information, "Can you confirm, this fact?"

"Yeah, I saw the base myself, and even saw one of the mines go off when a tree fell on it. Heck! This was one of the reasons why this base was abandoned in favor of the current one, it was too dangerous for the soldiers working there." Nya answered.

"Really?" Fowler asked.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure who ever was running that base, had a mental breakdown," Nya said to Fowler before, turning back to Optimus, "They only way to enter the base's area is by flying. That's how I was able to see in it the first place, I was doing a routine scouting mission from the air."

"Well, sorry none of us are jets." Arcee said.

"I didn't mean it like that." Nya replyed, "I meant that the chances of you getting through that field on the ground are near impossible."

"Is there a safe route through the field? There had to be some way to get supplies in and out that place." Fowler said.

"There is, I remember being told about it. I`d have to be there to be sure. But we don't really have to worry this right? if the cons aren't affiliated with humans, so they wouldn't know about the safe route. They would just be walking to their deaths." Nya said.

"No, they wouldn't, most of the cons are fliers." Arcee said.

"Well, then you guys are double screwed." Nya said, "There's no cover from air fire, anywhere near the base due to all the mines."

"So, basically the sky will be raining fire, and the ground will be erupting," Fowler asked.

"Yep, you could paint it like that." Nya answered.

"So, what's our move?" Bulkhead asked.

Silence fell upon the base for a few moments. They could either not go and risk the decepticons taking a win, or go and risk their lives. Neither option was preferable.

"You could just take Nya, with you," Miko said.

Nya looked at the young girl and did a double take, "excuse me?"

"Miko are you insane?!" jack asked, "She can't go out there. It might be too dangerous for the bots to go there."

"I know that, but have you forgotten she's a kick-butt military pilot, who doesn't take scrap from nobody. She'll go in a jet, tell the bot where the safe path is and knock every single out of the sky with her awesome flying skills." Miko explained.

"That's…actually not the craziest plan we've ever come up with." Raf said, bumblebee chirped in agreement.

"Really?" Smokecreen asked.

Bulkhead nodded.

"It's a long shot, but it could work." Fowler said.

"Are really agreeing on this?" said, Arcee.

"Due to her knowing the information of the safe path, the plan although, ludicrous, is feasible. However, with her current medical state, even attempting this could be fatal," Ratchet said, before turning to his oldest friend. "Optimus your thoughts?"

Optimus turned the Nya. The young woman may be the answer to the issues. He did not wish to involve her, to risk her life, especially with her health issues. He sighed internally, before turning the her, "Nya, I assure you that we will take every precaution too ensure your safety. You are welcome to decline. I know this is much to ask, but will you aide us in this battle?"

Nya looked up at the large metal titan before her. He gave off a gentle aura of calming compassion, unlike the decepticon leader. She knew she could trust him, and she felt she had to help them. There were just a few wrinkles in this play. One of them she knew how to solve but she was unsure if they would allow it.

"I wish I could help you, and I would in a heartbeat. There are just some issues that we need to address first." She finally answered.

Optimus nodded, signaling her to continue.

"One, how big of an assault am I expecting? I'm only one pilot, and I can't take on an army by myself. I know a suicide mission when I'm looking at one, and I know that sounds crazy coming from a person whose life has basically gone to H, E double hockey sticks, but I personally don't want to die."

"I understand," Optimus said before turning to Agent Fowler, "Agent Fowler is there anyway to acquire air support?"

"At this point in time, no. The active base nearby has already been evacuated." Fowler answered.

"Why do we need to bring in another new flyer, we already got one here." Nya said.

"You just said it yourself. You can't take all of them one by yourself." Smokescreen said.

"I'm not talking about me." Nya said.

The room suddenly went silent, for a solid minute before protests began.

"Absolutely not!" Ratchet said.

"Yeah, what's stopping the con from switching sides and shotting at us?!" Bulkhead said.

"Me!" Nya shouted, "As long as I'm up there with him, he won't try a single thing."

"And you know that?" Arcee said.

"Because unlike the rest of you, I've talked to him. I've gotten to know him. His motives and his thoughts. He's not an evil maniacal at heart. He's just a broken person, who was abused for a long time and is really bad with social ques. He trusts me, he won't do a thing under my watch. And if that doesn't convince you, he'll help me out of honor. I saved his life he'll help me out in return." Nya said, she turned to Optimus, "I know he's done some horrible things to you, but if you believe that everyone deserves a chance at freedom. Then can't you give him a chance to prove himself?"

Optimus stared at the small human before him, her loyalty and bravery was something to admire. It was easy to understand how she had become such a respected and high-ranking warrior. He pulled one of his small gentle smiles and nodded to her. Showing everyone in the room, that this chance would be granted.

"Optimus you can't be serious?" Arcee shouted, "We can't trust him!"

"I have to agree with Arcee, this is another risk on top of the others." Ratchet said.

Optimus heard their protest and understood their concerns. However, Starscream's recent behavior, and Nya's words, had shown him hope. Hope, that a decepticon, with the help of someone who was willing to listen and understand them, can be shown a better way. The others, could have protested for as long as the war. His decision had been made.

Fowler saw the look on Optimus's face; there was no changing it. He turned to Nya, "Is there any other problems we should know about?"

"I can't wear a flite suit. It could trigger an attack." Nya answered.

"Thankfully that won't be a problem." Ratchet said.

"Nya, I ask you once again, will you aide us?" Optimus questioned.

The green eyed brunette, turn back to him. Her eyes sparkling, and lips curled into a smirk, "You got a jet?"

A/N:

Well, that's another chapter up! there's most likely going to be one more chapter of the final battle, and then a epilog. after that who knows, what my next transformers story will be! (Totally not think about doing on about a certain cat).