NOTE: I do not own Transformers in any way. All characters (except for the OC) are NOT MINE.

Also, PLEASE note the 'M' rating for later chapters. This story WILL get quite violent and WILL contain non-con slash (Skywarp/OC, Thundercracker/OC, Skywarp/TC, Starscream/OC)...You've been WARNED.

Yes, I am getting around to the 'fun' in this story. I just felt that I needed to give some background on my OC (Shaba). And since this is an AU (based off G1), I also had to set the stage a bit and establish the canon characters' roles (Starscream as leader) and environment (Earth).

And, as always, please R&R and ask any ?s, if you have any.

Thanks!

Ch. 3

Shaba sat quietly in her quarters, working on an intelligence report on Autobot forces. It had been several weeks since she was taken from near death on Cybertron by Starscream and forced to join the Decepticons. Shaba found out that they inhabited a primitive world named Earth and that there was an ongoing war with the Autobots to claim the planet as their own, as there were valuable energy sources here.

However, after that frightening initial encounter with Starscream, things were going rather smoothly for Shaba. Since she wasn't originally designed for battle, Shaba had no weapons or heavy armor at all. Now, as a Decepticon soldier, she was fitted with a plasma cannon, stun ray, and also battle-grade armor.

Shaba also learned that she had to blend in and, as the other Decepticons had done so already, change her appearance to mimic an Earth-based machine. She spent the better part of a day exploring the surrounding area outside of the bunker with a fellow Decepticon, Soundwave.

He was growing ever impatient that Shaba hadn't made her decision yet and directed her to a nearby facility that she identified as an military operations base and saw several primitive looking vehicles parked in orderly rows.

"Hmmm, those things actually fly" she turned to Soundwave, chuckling slightly. He nodded in agreement "Make your choice quickly; Starscream will be quite angry that we've been out of the base for so long" he reminded her.

"Yeah, sure…hold on" Shaba quickly replied as she scanned the aircraft, her data processors identifying the various planes and their capabilities. She then gave a frustrated sigh and walked to another part of the base…then she saw it, parked outside of a solitary hanger at the far end of the facility; stark black and angular…and quite deadly looking. "Yes, that is it" was all that Shaba said before scanning the aircraft and, seconds later, assuming its form.

"Yes…very good, now we must return" Soundwave turned and immediately started back towards the command bunker. Shaba followed suit, quickly transforming into her F-117 form and followed Soundwave.

She could not have been any happier now and marched right into the control room, showing off her new form for anyone that was there. Shockwave turned, annoyed "Quiet down, I'm trying to work here" was his response. Shaba just laughed and quickly apologized to the Decepticon 2nd in command, then continued to parade around the room.

Shaba then froze in her tracks, feeling a presence behind her. She slowly turned around and came face-to-face with Starscream, who didn't look pleased at all.

"Oh, sorry, commander…guess I got a little carried away" she said, a bit of nervousness in her voice.

"A little carried away?!" Starscream snapped in response, and then grabbed the femme roughly by the neck. "Just who do you think you are, femme?!" his iron grip only got tighter around Shaba's neck, causing her to yelp in pain.

Starscream didn't let up at all on Shaba. "I've been noticing you are growing more and more arrogant and that I was hoping that Soundwave would warn you before I did…but that fool kept letting you have your way. Now, here's my warning" Starscream hissed.

He released his grasp on Shaba, then landed a vicious punch to her face, connecting squarely with her jaw and knocking her to the floor. She slowly got up, rubbing her jaw, energon trickling from her mouth. Her optics were wide with fear and a solitary tear streamed down her face. "N….no more, please!" Shaba pleaded, bowing before the Decepticon commander.

Starscream only regarded the femme coldly, but he didn't have time to fool with her as there was still much work that needed doing. He glared down at her as she regained her composure and stood, awaiting his next action.

"This isn't over, femme. You will report to my quarters at exactly 11:00 tonight…and if you're not at my door at that time, I will personally deactivate you. Is that understood?!" he roared.

Shaba only nodded at first, drawing another angry growl from Starscream. "Y…yes, commander" she stammered and bowed again.

"Very well then…do not forget" he warned as he turned and left the control room, leaving Shaba in a near wreck. Why had she forgotten Starscream's warning so soon? Shaba just shook her head as she quickly walked out of the room and up the corridor to her quarters. She then lost it as soon as she entered her quarters, sobbing uncontrollably.

Just what exactly did Starscream have in store for her?