Sideswipe stood dumbfounded at the secret he just discovered about the new addition to the team. Breaker is a FEMME!! he thought; A FEMALE Transformer! I better tell Optimus! But before he even got the chance to leave the room, Sideswipe found a short sword tapping his nose along with his back pressing against the closed (and locked) door. He chuckled nervously, and decided since Plan A didn't work, he'd go with Plan B – reasoning. Sideswipe gathered himself together, and was about to make the best reasoning speech ever, when he noticed something which left his voice box malfunctioning. Clear liquid was falling from Breaker's optics as her body shook. She bit her lip, obviously trying not to show these emotions.
Sideswipe knew these emotions well enough. He encountered them when his bro, Hot Shot, had saved his life from Wheel Jack. He felt afraid and confused, not knowing what was going to happen next. "Breaker-" he started, but was cut short.
"DON'T EVEN START!" the unmasked femme snapped bitterly, cutting the tip of Sideswipe's nose with her dangerously close sword. Her voice showed pain from many hidden years ago, along with slight fear. "There is NO way that I'm going back to Cybertron . . . I've overcome too many obstacles to let someone like you-!"
"Look!" Sideswipe cried, finally getting the attention of the weeping femme. "Why don't you tell me why you aren't on Cybertron in a regulated safety facility like the other femmes?" he asked with a calm voice. I bet the best way to get some answers is to try not to upset her . . . he thought, still having the sword tickling his nose. "You must have left the Decepticons for a reason, and made a start choice to be an Autobot," Sideswipe started, carefully moving the sharp weapon away from his face, "so why don't you tell me what happened? I'd really like to be your friend instead of how everyone else is so sketchy about trusting you or not."
Worry and unrest flooded Breaker's face. She didn't know if she could actually trust him. For all she knew, this could be the same as what the others on Cybertron, telling her anything that she'd want to hear just to . . .
"How can I know I can trust you?" she finally asked, lowering and returning her sword to her lower leg.
"How about I don't tell Optimus that you're a femme?"
"Good offer." They both took a seat on Breaker's "bed", as Sideswipe suggested she started with giving her real name, obvious that "Breaker" isn't exactly an everyday title for a femme. Cautious, she looked deeply at the young Autobot, and decided that maybe, just maybe, he was different that the others.
"My name is Midi," she began.