A/N: That last chapter kinda ended weird... XD

Swirlspot: Did I not clear up who was captured? Sorry... :P It was Darkflame... And Bumblebee was bought by Sam Witwicky, but that's in the movies. I'm doing the Transformers Prime TV series. So no Sam. And the leader in the movies (The semi truck) was Optimus Prime. He's leader of the Autobots in the TV show as well. (In fact, he's leader in basically everything Autobot. :)) And thanks... glad you love my stories! Autobots; Good. Decepticons; bad. :D

Optimus Prime11: Glad you love it! That always makes me smile. :D I try! ;)

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A large mech sat on a red and black throne, facing another mech that was clearly a soldier of some sort.

The soldier was informing the mech on the throne of recent developments on the war between the Avian and Draconian war.

"-far reaching, and encompassed the northern camp, your Majesty." The soldier was saying, standing straight.

"Thank you, you are dismissed for the time being." The now-affirmed king waved his clawed servo, turning to the queen that sat on his right. "What do you think dear? Should we send more troops to help the northern camp?"

The queen, a tall, stately light pink and grey femme, smiled softly. "The northern camp is not as critical as the sourthern, but it is still valuable. The Avain captain will slowly take out the less important ones until he has the majority of your Kingdom. It is much like the Decepticons' strategy, and I fear they may be taking note of the bots' endeavors."

The king nodded. "I shall send another troop out to aid the northern camp."

The queen grinned, showing fanged denta. "You may come out now, Fireflare."

They waited a moment longer, then a fiery red-orange Predaconian slunk out from under a bench across the room. "How'dcha know I was there?"

"I am a mother. I always know when a youngling is hiding nearby."

The king chuckled softly at this. "Then how is it you don't know about the two hiding in the rafters?"

The queen looked up, startled to see two youngling femmes waving down at her from above. "Hi mommy!" One squeaked, losing her balance.

The king stretched out a large servo and caught her easily. "Aww! I scratched my armor!" The youngling viewed her purple and black armor sadly. "Here, let me see.'' The queen took her daughter, and viewed the small scratch. "It's fine, it isn't very large."

The elder femme slid down on a curtain, laughing. "Come on Fireflare, let's go play battle!"

The two scampered away, the small purple-black one following swiftly. Grinning, the king and queen leaned together, watching their two children and their friend run off together.

"You're not going to let them go without punishment, are you?" The queen said, still smiling.

"Of course not. No desserts for a month." The king said, still smiling as well.

The older femme stopped, her white-blue armor shining under the dull lights of the crystals in the small cavern.

"Ok, Starshine, you go over there and be carrier leading the troops. Fireflare, you can be captain of the Avian army. I'll be the warrior princess!"

They stood in their places, holding thin crystals as swords. "Ready? Go!"

They charged each other, whacking feebly. Starshine suddenly squealed, a large dark servo having reached out behind a crystal and grabbed her. She was stuffed into a small box, and the lid was shut.

"Hey!" Fireflare charged, only to be knocked aside harshly. He slumped to the floor. "Fireflare! Starshine!" The elder femme shrieked, not sure which to attempt to save first.

"Come here..." The kidnapper spoke with the harsh accent of a Avian. "Noooo!" She raced for the entrance, tripping over a crystal. It shone brighter, and she was stuffed into a box. "Help!" Her cry was muffled.

She panted, despite not having to breath. The box cramped tighter around her, and she shrieked. Suffocating... She pushed against the walls, and they seemed to close in...

My optics snapped open, and I flailed against my restraints, pulling on them. They remained solid, but my tail however, was free. It lashed against a table, sending it flying with a great crash.

The too-bright lights blinded. "Where am I?! Starshine!" My tongue hurt when I spoke. Something was around my snout, and I strained to speak correctly, letting out a strangled roar.

"Hey! Hey! Come on, calm down! You're safe!" The voice suddenly came from my right, and my tail automaticly lashed toward it, spikes open.

"Whoah!" There was a crash, and I hunched,trying to stand. "Listen, Predacon! Calm down!"

I hissed, turning to the owner of the voice. It was the white Autobot. I tugged again at my chains. He held a placating servo out to me. "Come on, it's not that bad..." I moaned. The chain around my snout was!

I held my helm out to him, touching his servo to my chains. "Off? You want them... off?"

I nodded softly. "I can't... but you are calm now... swear you won't bite my servo off?"

"Of course." He jerked his servo back an inch at my voice, so I settled on nodding again. Quickly unlatching the chains with the key, he stepped back quickly.

I opened my jaws wide, smacking them together serveral times to ease the ache away. My tongue was sore, and understandedly so.

Turning my helm, I looked to the chains around my peds, then to the Autobot, then back again.

"Oh, no. Oh no! I am not taking off the rest of your chains!"

I moaned softly, feigning innocence. He sighed. "No. I can't, especially with only me and Ratchet here."

I sighed, huffing a stream of smoke from my olfactory sensors. He blinked. I stared at him. He stared back. Staring...

Right into the middle of his blue optic I stared, searching for anything that hinted to the brutality that the Decepticons claimed the Autobots did.

I saw sadness, deep sadness in his optics, carefully hidden by a veil of kindness, and sometimes, anger.

"Wheeljack!" The startled yell jerked us both from our staring, and I pulled my helm back, startled. He leaped back, staring at the owner of the yell.

It was the medic, Ratchet apparently, and he was holding a datapad. "What are you doing, exactly!? That's a Predacon, in case you didn't notice!"

I realised the white Autobot-Wheeljack, had been standing a servo's length away from me.

"I, um, uhhh..."

"Out! Go!"

"But, Doc..."

"Don't call me that!"

"She's nice... I know!"

"Yeah, and I'm a human!"

A wrench suddenly connected with Wheeljack's helm with a loud clank, and I winced. "Oooh, that's looked like it hurt!"

Wheeljack huffed, stomping from the room. Ratchet eyed my chainless snout. "How am I supposed to get them back on?"

I stretched my snout out, nosing the chains to his peds and waiting for him to put those hated things back on.

Which he did, and swiftly. I sighed, wrapping my tail around to cover my faceplates.

To earn the Autobots' trust, and eventuall freedom, would take a while.

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Timeskip: Seven months later:

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I was now allowed free movement in 'my room' now, the Autobots having come to trust me relatively well.

A chain, however, remained around my chest and neck, chaining me to the back wall, just short of the doorway.

Wheeljack had placed himself as my caretaker, and had come twice a day to check on me. He would occasionally tell me what was happening; Arcee and Cliffjumper were doing something he called 'dating', and Bumblebee had tailended a human on the road and was in trouble with the earth authorities, and Ratchet had dented his helm in once more.

I enjoyed this, as it helped me get to know the Autobots better. I finished my writing I had been doing on the ground. The 'writing' was claw marks, spelling out random words I thought of.

It didn't work to try to write to the Autobots, for they didn't seem to understand my markings. The leader, however, seemed to be rather curious as to my markings, and would study them for a while, attempting to make sense of them.

I finished the loop signifying the end of a sentence, and looked at my marks. There were a lot; they covered the floor, and there were some on the walls.

The door suddenly banged open, making me jump. "Dragon!" Wheeljack had named me dragon, after a earthen mythilogical creature that closely resembled the Draconic Predaconian species.

"Prime says I can take you on a flight!"

It took a few moments for me to process this; then I roared happily, padding toward him and whipping my tail back and forth.

"I know! But I have to ride on your back, and be ready with my swords (Or does Wheeljack have katanas?) just in case!" I churred, crouching down so he could undo the chain that was attached to a metal collar around my neck and chest.

Once it was undone, I eargerly followed Wheeljack out into the base. I was almost never out here, and the Autobots stood to the side and let me pass, even though there were a few weapons pointed at me.

I made sure to keep my tail-spikes down and helm down.

As we were walking through the tunnel, I slid my wing-compartments open, unfurling my blade-tipped wings in preparation.

Stepping outside, I was hit with a helm-ache. It wasn't as bad as some, for a strange reason, so I let Wheeljack climb on my back.

I shot into the air, letting a screech out. The wind whipped it away, and I dove through the clouds, doing ariel manuevers easily.

Wheeljack held on, whooping occasionally. As I kept flying, however, the helm aches kept getting progressively worse, until the nausea and double-vision hit.

I moaned, shaking my helm.

"Hey, Dragon, what's wrong?" I heard but did not pay attention to Wheeljack's voice, heading lower with intent to land.

"Come on, what's wrong?"

I lost altitude quickly, crash-landing near the base. I staggered, tripping and hitting the ground heavily. Wheeljack got off, and the helm-ache grew worse. I moaned again, standing slowly. I couldn't focus on Wheeljack, who was talking to the Autobots who had come out of the base when I had crashed.

I pawed weakly at my helm wincing when Ratchet said something. "Take her in..."

"Come, Dragon, let's go in the base."

I followed the pull at my collar, stumbling blindly. This had never happened at the Decepticon ship... they had to have something to do with it...

Turning, I raised my wings. "No! What are you doing?!" Several more pairs of servos grabbed me, pulling me toward the base.

I groaned, shrieking as the helm ache slammed through my helm.

I crumbled, taking someone down with me.

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Ratchet watched as the other Autobots left the room, excluding Wheeljack, before turning to the inconscious Predacon.

"I don't understand. We were perfectly fine, then she just kinda... dropped." Wheeljack said frustradedly, pacing back and forth.

"Hmmm." Was Ratchet's only reply, as he scanned the Predacon for the second time. "I need her armor off. Wheeljack, start at the neck. I'll take her back."

As soon as the first piece of armor came off, they both gasped. Scars crisscrossed over the section that they had removed. Quickly taking off more, Wheeljack said, "They're everywhere! Poor thing..."

Ratchet growled. "They're recent. The Decepticons must have beaten her plenty to make her submit, as seeing she doesn't have the slave code like the male Predacon does."

Wheeljack clenched his servos, saying nothing.

"The scars aren't the problem however. I need to do a deep-frame scan." Soon his scanner bleeped, signifying it had found something out of the ordinary.

"Here." He pointed to a small disc inserted at the base of her helm. "It's this."

Wheeljack pulled it out, exmaining it curiously. "What's it do?"

"It receives a signal from somewhere, and in a certain range. As long as you stay inside the range, you are fine. Outside... it's a different story."

Wheeljack crushed it in his fist. "Not anymore."

"The Predacon must have been experiancing a lot more problems then I realised. Prehaps it's why she is ornery at times."

Wheeljack began snapping armor back into place, seeing the Predacon's tail twitch. "We're done here, right? Cause we're going out for another flight."

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A/N: That chapter was... hmmm... good, what do you peeps think?

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