The bot carrying me groaned in mass pain, dropping to his knees. I tumbled out of his arms, yanking the cloth covering my optics down as I slowed to a stop.

Master was far away, battling with the red and blue mech that I saw that one time in the command. The massive green one was laying on the ground where I had fallen, and I assumed he was the one who had carried me. I twisted behind quickly to see the blue and yellow one holding his servos in the air innocently and moving towards me.

I quickly moved backwards, closer to my Lord and further from the mechs. The green one had smoke rising from his back, from what I could only assume was a blast from him.

"Soundwave," he growled into his comm system. "Activate the ground bridge, and come for my slave,"

Immediately, a green orb appeared at my side. I quickly backed towards it, the yellow and blue bot apparently content with allowing me to go, instead turning his attentions towards the green one. The slim frame of the silent mech appeared through the tunnel, grasping my arms with his servos. He quickly yanked me back, into the orb which closed behind him.

I moved with his servos, allowing mine to be pinned behind my back, and bound with an unseen strip of metal. Soundwave was the only bot that Master allowed to treat in such a manner. Though, he never abused his power, I knew I had to obey him much like I did my Lord. I had to learn quickly his silent cues, which I had mastered by now.

We appeared in the command, where Soundwave returned to his post at the controls. He lay a light servo on my shoulder, and I immediately fell to the ground, resting on my heels. A tap on the helm and I tucked my chin into my chest plates, not moving until my Master returned.

It wasn't a long wait before the familiar pedesteps strode in through the doors behind me. I froze, as he circled around me, casting a shadow on my already minimized frame.

"My pet," he cooed, laying a gentle servo on my faceplates. He cupped my chin, tugging up, directing my optis to him. "You returned to me,"

"Of course, my Lord,"

"Yet, you defied me," he tightened his grip on my chin, denting the metals. "Why?"

"Master," I soothed. "I… I have been, hearing things,"

This got his attention. He spared a glance at Soundwave, before back down to me. "When did this start? Why did you not tell me?"

"It only just started, my Lord. Just before you called me to accompany you to the cave we just returned from,"

"Who is speaking to you?"

"He claims to be Primus, my Lord,"

His optics widened, before shoving my helm back to the ground, where my optics stayed. "Primus is nothing, slave," he demanded as he circled behind me. "He is not here to help you, he does nothing but evil,"

I thought this over for a moment, before I decided to risk it. "May your slave ask you a question, Master?" If I followed the rules by the book, he should be pleased with me. Maybe, we can avoid the punishment that was to come. He gave his permission. "When I looked, it said that Primus was the God of Cybertronians. Doesn't that mean… he shouldn't be evil?"

He scoffed. "You would think. No more questions, you are dismissed,"

I nodded, before standing. I hesitated by Soundwave, but the mech did nothing.

"I said, you are dismissed,"

"But master…"

"Go!"

I quickly left the command, my servos still bound behind me. I could feel the soldiers optics on me, but I did my best to ignore them. I made my way back to the room I got to call home when I wasn't doing something for my Lord. It was bare, no berth, no wash racks, nothing. I wasn't to be clean unless it was with Master.

I tried many different ways to get the metal off my servos. I scraped it against anything sharp I had, which was hardly anything.

A soft chuckle stopped me in my tracks. I raked the room with my optics, when I finally halted.

"Well, if it isn't Megatron's pet, alone again,"

I froze as the skinny second in command approached me, his red optics devouring my frame.

"Knockout, don't touch!" Starscream hissed at the medic, right as the disgusting con was about to lay his servo on my metals.

KO raised an optic ridge at the mech. "Why not? You threaten and drag me out here after this femme, then deny me my right to touch what we caught?"

"Do you forget the newsfeed Soundwave sent out? Do you remember what happened to the last two who laid a digit on her? That wretched Megatron knows all, and sees all. We have to make this quick. Slave!" I raised my optics to his, glaring at him, searching for his spark in those narrowed ones. "You will do exactly as we say, or we will -"

"Or you'll what, tell Megatron?" I spit at him before he could finish.

Knockout seemed to be stumped, ready to bolt, but Starscream only smiled. "Or, we'll tell our 'Master' that you incorrectly addressed both him, and us," he sneered, moving towards me. He glared me down, and I suddenly felt very small. "We'll tell him about your refusal to follow the simple rules and instructions he gave you, and we'll report you for touching yourself,"

"But I haven't," I argued, looking up to him pleadingly.

"Not yet," he smirked.

Knockout had stopped coming to my room a few weeks after that incident. Starscream, however, made his frequent visit. It was only after he was certain that Master was finished with me, and besides, Master never came in here, so he was safe.

"What seems to be the problem?" he smirked, closing the space between the two of us. I didn't answer him, only bowing my helm to avoid his optics. "I won't ask again," he threatened, voice deepened to sound intimidating. If I was anyone else, I'm sure he would be, but I know he won't touch me. He fears Master's wrath more than anyone.

"Soundwave," was all I gave him. He could report me for not addressing him properly, or any of the other rules in place regarding Master's soldiers.

"Pity," he scoffed. "I'll help you out… after you service me,"

I felt vile rise in my throat, and I tried to push it back down as he continued to smirk pleasantly at me. I could fight him, I could run to my Lord… he does despise Starscream enough, he might just believe me.

"And don't even think of running," he seemed to read my mind as he took a seat by the door. "I could report you for approaching me yourself to free you,"

Shit.

"Pet,"

I woke instantly. It was a habit that was drilled into me. Anything close to my Master's voice caused me to stop what I was doing, even if it was in the middle of a deep recharge.

"Master," I responded while checking my chronometer.

"Come,"

"My Lord, where are you?" I began my walk outside of the doors. I had to crawl around the still recharging Starscream, but thankfully he didn't wake.

"Command,"

I quirked my optic ridge, but changed my course anyways. It was early in the morning, I had assumed he'd be in his berth. I guess I was wrong.

When the doors to the command opened, he was looking out of the bay windows, servos clasped firmly behind his back. He stood tall, and proud, his metals shining of the many battle scars from centuries of war.

I had to admit it. My Lord was kind of attractive. Not in the human way. … entirely, but in the bot way. .. kind of.

Though that Autobot, the red and blue one. Optimus Prime. That was a mech built by Primus. And he was, literally, for Primus had chosen him.

"I have a job for you, pet,"

I bowed my helm, no longer having the advantage of having his back to me. "Yes, my Lord,"

"You impressed me today, with your allegiance to me. And while it gravely hurts me so, I want you to infiltrate the autobot base," Doesn't that mean we have to have a fix on its coordinates? I itched to ask, but I had already asked my question earlier today, I didn't want to push my luck. … well, yesterday. "I want you to befriend the autobots. Make them trust you. Make them think they have freed you. Then, I want you to tell me where they are, so that I may return, destroy them, and free you from their clutches,"

"Yes master," I responded automatically, his servo tugging on my chin. I looked into his optics which were a darker red than I have seen.

"And if you betray me…"

I was flipped around on my knees the next moment. He had his blade out, against my neck cables. Fear ripped through my spark, though I didn't move. I didn't dare blink for fear of pushing him over the edge.

He chuckled lightly after a moment, retracting his blade. He hauled me back up by my shoulder plates, delivering a solid smack to my aft. I suppressed the yelp that threatened to follow, only turning with him as he directed me so.

"Soundwave!" he called. The silent mech appeared, handing my Lord a small device. He placed it above my spark chamber, securing it tightly to the metals beneath it. "That way we know your every move," he responded, a small smirk appearing across his lip plates. "And if you misbehave…" There was a small burst of electricity sent directly into my spark. I almost allowed a yelp to escape, but I suppressed it in time, much to Master's enjoyment. "That was a small dose. Soundwave will be monitoring your every move, reporting to me when I ask it. Remember, slave, Soundwave can punish you, he has my permission too. Not only that, but at any moment, I could be watching. And you know what happens when I catch you," he grasped my chin again, digging into the metals.

"Yes, my Lord,"

"Good," came his reply. Soundwave opened a ground bridge behind me. "This is where we think they are," he continued. "Go,"

"Yes master," I responded again, hesitantly walking towards the portal.

As I climbed through without a look back, I stepped into sand. Sand, of all things. The bridge closed behind me, and I strained to see what I was surrounding myself in.

Shrugging, I moved forward a few steps. My pedes met pavement, so I followed the road. It was a calm, starry night. Nights like these were ones I had missed being trapped on the dreadful ship. I used to climb onto my roof, and listen to the crickets as I watched the moon high in the air.

I always knew we weren't alone. This universe alone is too large, let alone the other universes that there are. There's no way there can be just us.

I just … never expected to encounter the bad guys.

I know I am damn lucky that I'm not dead yet. It's a miracle, really. I'm glad I shaped up when I did, or I would be dead.

Being a slave was not what I had envisioned for myself when I was growing up. Hell, in high school, if I had a guy look at me wrong I'd tell him off so fast they wouldn't be able to think right for weeks. But now, it's all I know. Master had done wiped away everything from me. I'm too terrified to do anything against him, and I don't even want to anymore. It used to be fun, disobey him then see how quickly I could change his mind from punishing me. It used to keep me going from day to day. Then… master got tired of it. He moved on to other punishments, the one I get now. Now, it's no longer just painful… It's humiliating.

I stopped when my optics caught a sign standing proudly. Over the hill behind it stood a small town.

"Jasper, Nevada," I read aloud. The town was tiny.

I shrugged, moving towards it. I knew that I was going to wreak a lot of havoc. I was 26 feet tall, and I was made of solid metal. I didn't have an alternative mode, Master said that was a privilege I'd have to earn after orns of serving him. I wasn't sure how long an orn was, but I knew it was a lot longer than a year.

But I never even got close to the town.