"Drop the Girl, NOW!" Ironhide roared at the Femme, cannons whirling. The Femme merely snarled at them and stood up. Armor bristling as she placed herself so they would have to hit her before they got to the Girl. "You are outnumbered and outgunned," Optimus reasoned. "There is nowhere for you to go." The Femme slid a single pede backwards as she crouched. Then, there was a low rumbling. As if the earth was shaking. Heads and helms whirled about, searching for the source of the noise before they realized...The Femme was laughing at them. They gave her an incredulous look and she merely laughed harder, armor rattling. Then, the Femme did the unthinkable, she threw the girl into the air and then attacked them.

Before they could process her action, the Femme was upon them. Dealing hard, crippling blows to all the bots and releasing an pulse of energy that rendered the human's weapons useless. In the span of six seconds, all the Bots and humans were either incapacitated, disarmed, or unconscious. The Femme caught the girl in her servo, gently, before glaring at her defeated foes and vanishing into the forest. Leaving no trace, no path to follow.

Prophecy

"Som'un wan' ta 'splain wha' 'appened?" Skidds asked no one on particular. "What happened… What HAPPENED?" Mudflap yelled, tackling his twin. "We jus' had our asses whooped. That's wath happened you stupid genius!" The twins were rolling around, knocking down trees, destroying rocks, then as Ironhide was about to throw them away from each other, they hit something with a loud CLANG which was followed by a screech of pain. They all froze and looked at what the twins had hit. They were all startled with what they saw, it was Starscream. He was barely clinging to life, only his torso, helm, left arm and servo, and part of one of his wings was left of the Seeker. His optics instead of being the red that they were all familiar with, they were blue, and flickering on green, as a seekers optics should be.

Starscream did not seem to register that he was surrounded by Autobots, all that he knew was pain and a desire to escape it. There was a crackle of static as he tried to speak, but he only ended up keening in pain. The Autobots and conscious humans looked at him in pity, Ratchet decided to at least stop him from losing too much more energon and offlining because of it. "What- No. Who was that?" Sideswipe asked, his prankster nature gone. Replaced with a seriousness born of battle. The question was directed at Optimus. Seeing as he had the Matrix of Leadership, it may decide to tell Optimus who the Femme was, and why she attacked them. "I. Do not know." Optimus rumbled. There was only shocked silence in return. As they were about to say something else, he continued. "The Matrix, however… seemed to… recognize her." He said haltingly. "IT feels as though she is more worthy of it than me." More shocked silence before there was a clamor of disbelief. Surprisingly, they were interrupted by Starscream. His voice was strained but he was determined to tell them something. "Of course it feels that way Prime…" The Seeker half-sneered and coughed. "That FEMME… was the one who inspired Megatron to seek after the title of Prime…" More coughing. "In the Pits she was known as The Crimson Demon, Hellscythe, Bather of Energon, Slaughter of Predacons, The Empress of the Ring, Vanquisher of Darthorox. Those are all names that, that Femme had in the Pits. What she is most notified for though… Is fighting her way out of the ring, and to freedom." He coughed again, no more Energon to bleed. "And you should remember that well… ORION PAXX." The Seeker gave one last shudder before falling still, Spark darkening and then going out. "I have a bad feeling about this." Lennox groaned.

Back at the N.E.S.T. Base

"What do you mean, the mission was a failure!?" An irate voice squeaked. They nearly groaned, just what they needed, Director Galloway. And it seemed as though he was in one of his bad moods. "You had every single Robot there! As well as all certified personnel! You had one job! ONE OBJECTIVE! And you tell me that it was a failure!" He was gasping by the end of his tirade, and clearly catching his breath for more. "Excuse me, Director, but I was under the impression that they did what they could considering their circumstances, and unforeseen events." General Morshower admonished from the catwalk. "Circumstances! Unforeseen Events! What is this major! What have you not told me!" Lennox heaved a breath, preparing himself for the explanation. 'This will be fun' He thought.

An hour or so and lots and lots of ranting, interruptions, and exclamations of disbelief later. Lennox finished the summary of the mission. There was a heavy silence. "If there is another who their Crown of Kings-" "Matrix of Leadership" Lennox supplied for Galloway. "Whatever, deems more Worthy, then why don't you just go on and destroy or recruit?"

"Its not that simple-" Lennox tried. "Not simple?! It is easy! Just take the tech from S-7 and point it in the direction that the thing went."

"I am afraid that you do not understand Director." Morshower said calmly.

"Oh? Now what would that be!" Galloway said sarcastically.

"All the tech from S-7," Lennox started. "Was taken apart and given to their rightful owners." Morshower finished. He then plowed on, ignoring Galloway's protest and rebuttal. "You should remember this Director," there was an underlying current of venom to the General's voice. "They are here to help us, to fix our mistakes. They could have easily left this planet and headed elsewhere if they so wished. Unforeseen circumstances and new Cybertronians are an occupational hazard of guaranteeing our planets safety." Lennox, at the generals' signal, followed him out of the room. Leaving a quietly fuming Galloway behind.

They walked to the Rec. Room where all the soldiers and the bots, in their holoforms, were waiting. "So, General." Figgs stated. "What brings you to our pequeña isla of the world?" The General smiled and chuckled. That drew some odd faces and everyone undivided attention. "Our satellites have detected a rather large UFO heading our way. I believe it to be one of yours, but I wanted to be sure before I told everyone it was not a threat." The Autobots perked up at hearing that. "And just where are these pictures?" An unusally calm Sideswipe asked. The General smirked before taking a picture out of nowhere and placing it on the center table. The bots all got a good look at it and confirmed that it was, in fact, one of theirs. "With all due respect General," Epps spoke. "That does not seem to warrant a visit from one of your ranking. So what exactly did you com here for?"

"Ever the observant one Robert. You are correct in that regard."

"So what did you come here for then?" Ironhide asked.

"I have a request for you. All of you" This set off their nerves. The last time he had a request, it ended up with Simmons on base for a month. "I want you to ensure that this 'Newcomer' you have encountered comes out alive." That was not what they were expecting. Mirage's eyes narrowed. "Why should we ensure that this Femme stays online?" The general did not answer, he just took an Old, Yellowed file from his briefcase and placed it on the table. He then took some pictures, written reports, and profiles from the file. One of the pictures showed a grinning young man leaning on a single-winged aircraft that matched the design of the Femme they had seen. Another showed Amelia Earhart, leaning on the same machine. There were several others, but they were all in the same picture as the aircraft.

"This being has been here for a long time. Passed down from Ace to Ace. Pilot to pilot. Parent to child. Friend to friend. I had the pleasure of seeing this aircraft and meeting the current pilot myself. But, they were believed to have been killed in an assasination roughly a Decade ago." he looked around at the gobsmaked faces. "Knowing that there is another pilot brings hope to old Project Starfire."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Jolt sprang in, moving his hands in front of him. "You told us that everything had been shared. Why are we now hearing about this. And 'Project Starfire'? What is that?!" everyone was slowly coming to realize that some information had been withheld.

"To answer both of your questions, Project Starfire is one that has been passed down through a series of families for as long as records exist. I did not know that the being was one of you, and even if I had, I would not have been able to mention it without the Leader of the Project allowing me to. Which just so happens to be the pilot of the being. The project exists in the same way S-7 did. No one knows unless let in. And information cannot be spread if you wish to live."

"Even so, how is it possible for this project to have existed for as long as you say it has?" Ratchet questioned. The General sighed and sat down while rubbing his forehead. "It has been existing as long as it has because the being has viciously attacked and protected those who they had decided to have as a 'pilot'." he sighed again. "Look, I do not really know how or why they are here. Only that they are. And that they have always given someone the title of the best in the sky." with that information said, he stood up and headed to the barracks, suggesting that they take measures to save and hide those files since he was technically not supposed to tell them.