A/N: This one will be sorter than usually how I want it because it basically a info dump, but I hope you get some enjoyment from it. For some reason it was also really hard to write it, it just didn't feel right. But I tried my best and hopefully it didn't come out badly. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the show.

Chapter 2-Questions, Answers and Deals

I stood silently as I inspected my weapons carefully, I couldn't see damage on either which was good. Now you may wonder how I got them back? Easy, just told them that they were extremely dangerous when not handled proper and BAM, got my guns back.

After my guns were given back I was introduced to the entire team, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Arcee, Cliffjumper, Bulkhead and Bumblebee.

"Now with introductions out of the way, answer me this, how did you end up unscathed in a crater?" Arcee with an air of suspicion.

"A crater?" I thought back for a moment, remembering the mention of it before. "Sorry, don't know what y-you are talking about."

She sighed, "How about this, what's your last memory?"

The battlefield of the Calamity ran past my optics and I had to quickly blink it away so as not to go in a panic attack. Regaining composure I answered almost truthfully.

"I remember a battlefield, chaos, then something cold hitting me and then nothing."

The features on some of the Autobots softened, empathizing with my experience.

"I see," Optimus said, cutting through. "If you don't want to dwell on it any further we understand."

I nodded, "T-Thank you, I appreciate it ...So, what now?"

Ratchet piped up, "Yes I was thinking about that, you are a Neutral, correct?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

Bulkhead butted in, "Have had any combat experience?"

"Oh yeah, I-I maybe Neutral but I still need to protect myself." I looked at them thoughtfully, "You guys want me to join you, don't you?"

"What gave it away?" Bumblebee said innocently, I chuckled at that.

"Well I did hear you're conversation all the way across you're base."

Cliffjumper said, "Wait, wait, you heard us from across the base!? Were we that loud?"

"No, I have super sensitive audio respecters, as well I'm generally more attuned to my senses than others, so much so that I can be as quiet as a whisper."

Cliff's optics widened, "Wow, why are you like that?"

"I serve a great purpose, Cliffjumper. I am a gatherer of knowledge of the safekeeping or finding and restoring purposes. So I must be able to sneak into places and hear things from those who wish their knowledge secret. That is the teaching of Ioun."

Optimus seemed intrigued as he asked, "Who is Ioun?"

"Ah, she is the Goddess of Knowledge and the one I serve, her symbol is engraved into my weaponry." I showed them the golden eyes emblazoned onto the weapons and they seemed to get it.

"So," Arcee said, "Why have I never heard of this Goddess before?"

"Oh," Something popped into my head to answer the question, "My society lives beneath the surface of Cybertron, there are many names for it but most commonly it is referred as the Countless Lands."

"I've never heard of such a thing!" Ratchet scoffed.

"We keep to ourselves…" I trailed off feeling this awkward tension in the group.

"Hey," Bumblebee called out, trying to change the subject. "Why don't I give you a tour of the base! Maybe later we can find you an alt mode!"

"Alt mode?"

Optimus answered, "We are robots in disguise here, which means picking a vehicle mode to disguise ourselves around humanity, the people of this planet."

I nodded and asked, "I-If I may ask, do you by chance of access to scraps and 'blackpowder'?"

Bulkhead asked, "What's 'blackpowder'?"

"Well if you've never heard of it, that means I'll have to look elsewhere, don't worry about it." They seemed off put by it, but I am a naturally tinker, I need materials to make my stuff.

Hm, maybe I should dismantle my guns and see how the new bullets interacted and changed my guns...that's something for later.

"Bulletta, I have another question for you," Cliffjumper asked, "Is everyone from the 'Countless Lands' look like...you?"

He sounded like he was really trying not to sound offensive, which was commendable, he did it better than most people back home. Of course the others didn't like the question at all as he was given a good slap on the helm by Arcee while she growled.

"Don't ask stupied questions like that, it's offensive."

I sighed, "No it's alright, Cliff is actually one of the better ones whose asked me that." They gave a curious glance at me as I was silently asked to proceed. "In the Countless Lands there are many different types of bots, my species are called Tieflings. We are born with the blood of devils and demons running through our veins. Personally, I don't know how I came to be, only that someone either made a pact and I was the outcome or someone...took a liking to the devil or demon and I was born.'

'Either way you put it, our kind is not well liked. They think we are harbingers of evil and while yes, some turn to the darker side of their lineage, I don't. Since I never knew my creators, I have only known myself, and the way of Ioun, of course."

There was a tense filled silence before Cliff said, "That's...rough."

I chuckled, "Yes, but my life was already rough, half of it was spent on the streets and no one, no matter the species, like street urchins."

The tension seemed to leave to room a little bit but not much.

Arcee than said, "Why are you so willing to share with us, you're like an open book."

"Well, I am a follower of the Knowing Mistress, as such I abide by her commandments. I am a bringer of knowledge, I am the one who tears the veil to reveal all secrets, I shall never lie for those who do are never of pure intentions. I will destroy those who would keep the truth from the world and of course, I will never stoop to the level of liars."

Optimus smiled slightly, "Those are very good morals to live by, I think you'll do fine among us, Bulletta."

"Thank you, Optimus, maybe we can discuss further about my home and maybe I can learn more of yours. But for now, I'll take up that offer, Bumblebee."

Bumblebee, who seemed downtrodden at being ignored this whole time bounced right back with glee as he said.

"Right this way!"

"Who knew this place was so big, so how many levels are there?" I asked as we entered the training hall.

"Oh, there are several, but we don't go into the lower levels, we stick to this one are levels above this one but their human size so we can't get in there anyways." Bee said as we stopped in the middle of the room.

Undiscovered levels eh? Side project for later.

"So, what now?" I really had no idea what to do next, there were so many things I wanted to do, but it was far less easier due to my new form.

"Hm, wanna spar?"

"Spar? Oh, uh, I don't do servo to servo combat, I stick to my guns." He shook his head at that.

"How can you defend yourself if you don't have your guns?"

I scoffed, "I may not do servo to servo, but I am a master of any weapon you can throw at me. I mean, I didn't always have my guns to defend myself." To show what I meant I took a long metallic poll and swung it around before cracking it loudly on the floor in a battle stance.

"Woah, okay then, why don't I teach you the basics?"

I stood, "I don't see the point but I will humor you, as repayment I'll teach you some of my weapon combat skills, deal?" I held out my servo to which he grasped it quickly.

"Deal, let's do this."

We spent what felt like hours sparring together, me mostly ending up on the ground in pain. But I at least got the really basic stuff down, like the stance but I had yet to master blocking or even throwing a proper punch.

First going he went easy on me, but I wasn't having it. So I told him to go harder on me and thus why I ended up on the ground, it was nothing new though.

After an eternity, Bee called it.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today, wanna grab some Energon?" He said looking to me who, again, lay on the floor.

I sighed as he helped me up, "I swear when I start teaching you I will make you fall on your aft as often as I did." I grumbled as I followed him out.

"Heh, don't doubt it. But hey, everyone starts somewhere, right?"

I smiled before shaking my helm, "Yeah, I suppose."

We entered the main hall to see Ratchet working away at the computer, we past him in order to get to the Energon storage area when I was stopped.

"Ep, ep, ep! What in Primus's name happened to you!?" Ratchet stared at me with wide optics, I looked down to notice I was dinged up pretty good and had scuff marks everywhere.

"I sparred with Bee, he was teaching me servo to servo." I simply replied, Ratchet whirled around to the mech with a growl.

"And she's so badly dinged up because….?!" He awaited answers from Bumblebee who simply shrunk back.

"Ratchet," I called out, "It's alright, I-I asked for it."

He looked at me with a scowl, "Doesn't matter, you shouldn't be so badly hurt, come." He didn't ask, he commanded.

I looked back to Bee who seemed guilt ridden and he quickly scurried off. I frowned looking back to Ratchet as he motioned for me to sit on the berth. I climbed on but not before saying.

"That was unnecessary, Ratchet."

He simply rolled his optics, "Oh please, it is common logic not to hurt each other during combat training. It so that we don't have things like this." He gestured to all of me.

"I. Ask. For. It." I growled, my yellow eyes flashing and my claws digging into the berth, creaking the metal as my fangs shone in the light.

He seemed to step back momentarily before frowning, saying nothing as he worked to clean me up.

I went to go find Bumblebee after Ratchet was done with me, we didn't talk after my threatening gesture and I'd rather much leave than spark an argument with the old mech. Anyways, I found my way to Bumblebee's quarters which weren't far from mine.

I walked up towards the door and knocked.

The door opened and I saw Bee standing there with slightly relieved look before returning to his guilty nature he had before.

"Oh, Bulletta, hey."

I gave him a worried look, "Are you alright? I wanted to check up on you after what happened before, Ratchet shouldn't have yelled at you like that and I was just worried and-"

"I'm sorry." Bumblebee said, cutting my off. "I should've not gone so hard on you, it won't happen again."

"Bumblebee, you are not in the wrong here. Ratchet is, I asked for it and as such deserved to outcome that came from it, don't feel so bad. Besides, to me those were just scratches, nothing life threatening. Trust me, I've been dealt worse."

He looked at me in the optic before sighing and smiling.

"I suppose you're right, but still, I'll go easier on you next time."

"Whatever makes you feel better, Bee. Well, I'm going to recharge, have a goodnight Bee!" I gave him a quick hug before walking off and saying, "And thanks for the training session!"

As I walked away my sensitive audios could pick up the faint sound of fans ...wonder where that's coming from?

I arrived at my room, the room was bare and simple, it had a berth, a chair and a table. That was it. And I could work with this. I laid down on my berth and closed my optics, soon the darkness filling up with the data and my Atheneum. It was filled with new info from my adventures, since waking up this morning to now.

I sorted through all the information I collected and organized it within the Atheneum. To me, in my minds eye, the Atheneum looked like a large library of the mind, filled with unreadable books and books of my past learning and such, at the center was a platform with light technology that I could interact and play with.

After I completed that, I pulled up a map of the Base that I had made while on the tour. It also should the area's of which I needed to explore, those being obscured into static. I could easily access the lower levels with my hacking skills, but the upper levels could only fit humans.

I would need to develop what my Atheneum referred to as a Holoform or sometimes called Solidform.

Then the Atheneum brought up an interesting point that I had waved off earlier. The voice that disappeared, the one I woke to, was missing. None of the Autobots had his distinct voice so I am curious as to who it was they were speaking too.

I opened my optics, and looked at my bare room again.

I groaned at it's plainness, this would not stop bothering me until I did something about it.

I amped up my audios to listen to the base, hearing the sounds of the other Autobots sound in recharge I knew I could make headway in not only the decoration of my room but of gathering knowledge and supplies about my surroundings.

The night was still young and it was time to get to work.