Ok right now I'm writing these because I am so bored just sitting at home…day before we go back to school from Christmas break. I don't know how many I will be able to write after I get back to school, this next semester is going to be a lot tougher.

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Swifteye stood before Megatron as he sat in quiet contemplation. "Swifteye, I hear that instead of killing the Maximals, you toyed with them." His optics swept over her face, "is this true?"

"Yes Megatron," she turned her gaze away and didn't know what to do, he didn't sound angry.

A chuckle brought her gaze back up to Megatron as it turned to outright laughter; this made Swifteye look around uneasily.

"You are an interesting pussy cat, yess," another chuckle, "even if you used to be a maximal, you were clearly meant to be a Predacon."

This news hit Swifteye hard but she didn't let it show, so she had been a Maximal? No wonder she had felt so nasty firing upon the out numbered enemy, though she was a Predacon now, no matter what she used to be, or did it?

Megatron ambled on for a bit, but she wasn't really listening and she left when she was dismissed. Her slim legs were long and powerful, letting her walk rather quickly even if she didn't notice.

"Hey sugar bot" Quickstrike jogged to keep up to the shorter femme, "is something on your mind?"

Swifteye slowed, letting the fusor walk beside her, "not really, just going over our battle from today, why did you guys leave so early?"

The snake head that was Quickstrike's left arm hissed uncomfortably, "well you see sugar bot, Megatron called us back rather quickly, and I guess you were out of range."

The femme bot nodded in understanding and accepted the explanation, but not without processing the information and storing it for later. She patted the fusor's shoulder before taking off down the hall in a fast jog, to fast for him to follow.

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Now in her cheetah form, Swifteye felt a lot safer, as a robot in disguise. Her long legs ate up the ground as she enjoyed the breeze in her fur; it felt different, vague memories told her that she had never really felt a breeze before.

With a quick glance around she noticed several different species of animal, almost all of them based off of the Maximals. There were Gorillas, Rhinos, a few cheetahs and she was sure there were others hiding around. With a joyous yell, she pushed herself faster, trying to reach her max speed.

The plains were a great place to be, it gave an open field as far as the eye could see, to just run. Little did she know though that several beings were watching her. Megatron sat in his throne, watching every move the new bot made, Tarantulas hid within his cave and another pair of eyes watched her from right out there in the plains.

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Optimus sat in the shade of a tree, he knew from his experiences with Cheetor that cheetahs don't like to be cooped up. So he had come to the most logical place for the new bot to stretch, and there it was. His calm gaze studied the cheetah as it played about in the sun, he could tell it was young, about Cheetor's age but he couldn't tell gender.

But even he could tell that this bot had a good heart, it may be Predacon now, but it would be Maximal forever.

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It had been weeks and still Megatron had denied Swifteye from joining in the battles, there had been a few, but he had said that there had been no need for her. And as time went on, he started to act meaner and meaner, it seemed the good grace act he had put on in the beginning, had been just that, an act.

This was put in plain sight when Swifteye found everyone gone and Megatron watching a battle upon a screen.

"Megatron?" Swifteye asked softly, "why was I not informed that there was a battle to take place?"

Megatron had his chair turned away from her and he replied without a look and with a bit of a snarl, "there was no need."

Swifteye leaned around the chair and got a good look at what was happening, it seemed that the Predacons were having their skid plates handed to them on silver platters, "in that aspect, I think you are wrong."

Megatron turned to shut the infernal femme up but when he did, she was gone, no doubt to join the battle and he smirked, "about time."

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The Maximals had just taken the upper hand away from the Predacons and were pushing their attackers back. But once again there was no sign of the new Predacon, for the last few weeks, Megatron hadn't sent the new bot.

A little way from the main group of Maximals, Rattrap laughed at the Predacons and their feeble attempt to try and attack them. "Ha!" he laughed as Waspinator was blasted from the sky, "finally that infernal buzzing is gone."

But his laughter was cut short when a hand snaked its way around his neck and he felt a blade touch the needed fuel cords that were located in his neck. "Maximals!" a strong, clear and feminine voice called out, "drop your weapons!"

The Maximals gave pause and swung around toward the one who called out to them. A bot held Rattrap on his tippie toes, a blade to his neck and as best as they could tell, it was a pissed off femme bot.

Inferno cackled and flew over to the femme, "good work female, now destroy the puny enemy!"

Rattrap could feel the femmes hold loosen a little as she hesitated and lowly answered the ant bot, " if I were to kill him, then we would no longer have the upper hand."

Inferno shrugged, "the royalty ordered we kill all enemies as possible." He raised his own blaster and aimed it at Rattrap's head, unfortunately his head was about where her chest was. If he were to fire, he could take out her spark.

"What are you doing, put that down," Swifteye snarled at the ant, "it would not be honorable and it is not right to kill one who has no defenses."

"Do I have any say in this?" Rattrap asked from the Femme's grasp.

Both Predacons ignored the rat bot at they continued their argument that only the three could hear.

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Swifteye had taken enough, the Predacons treated her like a female that couldn't do anything and Megatron ignored her like she wasn't even online. With a snarl she dropped the rat, "get out of here runt" and leapt on Inferno, plunging her blades into the infernal ant bot.

She didn't wait to see if he had moved, she was just buying the silly Maximal time to get back to his troops. With a grunt she picked up Inferno and tossed him into Rampage, sending the two rolling down the small hill they were stationed upon.

Bringing out her sniper, she shot Quickstrike's snake hand right off, sending him tumbling after Inferno and Rampage. Swifteye took Terrasaur out almost as fast and she was sure that Tarantulas was happy he had not come along.

"Thanks kitty," the voice brought Swifteye's gaze back to the rat bot, "but why would you kick your own sides butt?"

Swifteye's blue optics were glazed over as she stared at Rattrap and she raised a smaller blaster that she had pulled from her hip and aimed it at the smaller bots head and her finger started to pull back the trigger.

But the trigger never clicked as blast from behind the femme made her gaze drop towards her middle, where a hole blossomed in her middle and fluids now decorated the ground. The femme's gaze met Rattraps once more, her optics now clear with pain as they dimmed and turned black. The femme bot toppled to the ground atop the smaller rat bot, showing Rampage, standing near the tree line, blaster raised and laughing.

The crab bot turned and disappeared.

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The Maximals waited patiently in their ship as the femme bot was in the CR chamber. She had taken a bad hit and Rhinox wasn't sure if he could save the femme bot, the shot had just missed her spark and it had taken out some of her programming.

"Hey, Big Bot," Cheetor looked at Optimus, "why do you think she attacked her own?"

"Well Cheetor," Optimus smiled at the young cat, "she's like Silverbolt, she may have been programmed to be Predacon, but she has the spark of a Maximal."

"At least part of it is," Rattrap grumbled from his position at the computer council, he swung about in the seat, "that dame was going to kill me, she's a pred and there is no changing it, just like Dino butt."

Dinobot snarled at the comment and glared at the back of Rattrap's head as he turned back to the computer. "Well Optimus," Dinobot said in his snarly voice, "are you going to take this chance and reprogram her as a Maximal?" He eyed the chamber, "she won't survive without those needed circuits."

Rhinox nodded as he stepped in the room with a box full of circuits, "I have the parts to repair, but it's up to Optimus if he wishes it."

Everyone watched Optimus as he thought it over, it wasn't himself to force decisions upon people but finally he gave in with a sigh, "alright, If we must."

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Swifteye didn't know what had happened to her, she had been angry and that's all. Currently she was stuck in the blackness that was offline, who was her leader? Whoever he was he must be furious with her, she should have never of defended that damn…what was it?

But for some odd reason she felt like she had done the right thing in defending whoever it was, even if it might have cost her life. That's when she felt her circuits coming on line, how could that be? She had expected that shot to kill her, maybe her leader would let her live and only punish her, she hopped so.

The first thing she saw when her optics came online was a menagerie of unknown faces, and they were enemy…weren't they? Her face etched into a snarl and she lunged at the one who looked like a k-9 of sorts, the enemy was caught off guard so she was able to pull the wolf-birds arms behind his back and hold a blade to his neck.

"Wait," a big bot with grey armor held out his hands to show he meant to harm, "we don't want to hurt you."

Swifteye hissed at his outstretched hands, "who are you and why am I here?" She jabbed her blade to show she meant business and the bot she held flinched.

"M'lady," the bot sounded like one of those heroes from fairy tales, "we saved your life, why would you attack us?"

"I…I don't know," Swifteye's optics swept from face to face of the ones in front of her, they looked ready to lunge and tear her away from the bot she held.

"Is something wrong with your circuits lady?" a small bot asked cautiously, "can't you remember what happened to ya."

Diagnostics popped up in her internal screen…memory circuits were almost blank, except for a scattering of information that gave her nothing. All there was, was her name, Swifteye and vague memories about a place far away.

She let go of the bots arms and backed away, her back hit a ship wall and she slid to the floor. Swifteye buried her face in her hands and mentally berated herself, why had she lost her memories? She knew somehow that she had just been regaining them.

She felt a hand on her shoulders and turned to look up at a gentle face, "I am Optimus Primal, welcome to the Maximals."

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After her encounter with the crew of what she now knew was the Axelon (sp?), Swifteye had been shown her quarters and had refused to say anything. She was still trying to sort out what little information she had about where and what she was. Checking her programming, she found out she was a Maximal and there was a brief and sketchy memory of her being a Predacon, but it had been a mistake.

She sat on her recharge berth with her arms wrapped around her legs and chin resting upon her knees. These transformers were nice, but she had made a bad first impression and she wished to make it up to them. She knew Silverbolt and Optimus would forgive her right away and that Cheetor wouldn't take that long. But it was Rattrap and Silverbolt that were going to take some time and Black Arachnia was someone she didn't know if she could ever trust.

With a sigh, Swifteye jumped up from the berth and exited her room, she needed to get moving or she would get what humans called 'restless leg syndrome'. She entered the bridge to find Dinobot the one on scanner duty, so she stood silently in the doorway; no doubt he knew she was there already.

"You can approach," his voice rumbled through the air.

"Dinobot," Swifteye leaned against one of the metal walls by Dinobot, "you used to be Predacon, why did you defect?"

"The Predacons were under incompetent command," he said simply, "and the Maximals have a better chance at winning."

"Are those the only reasons you stayed?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"No," he said quietly, "but that is none of your concern."

That was when Rattrap walked into the room, "I'm sorry, am I disturbing anything?"

"No," the raptor snarled as he stood, "it's your turn rodent."

"Alright lizard lips," Rattrap shrugged as he took the seat, "why don't you take the new dame out for firing practice."

"This 'dame' has a name," Swifteye's optics narrowed, "its Swifteye."

"Well nice to meet ya Swifteye," Rattrap turned to the screen and then spoke to Dinobot, "Optimus suggested the practice."

The Raptor snarled and motioned Swifteye to follow him down the lift and outside.

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Outside it was sunny and warm, Dinobot paced for a bit and set out targets out in the distance, "alright Swifteye, I will shoot the targets first, the one to get the most nearest the center of the target wins, got it?"

"Rodger," Swifteye acknowledged the orders automatically.

The Raptor bot took aim with his blaster and fired the shots came quick and fast and almost all the way accurate. "It's your turn femme," the raptor grinned at Swifteye.

"I'll show you to call me femme," she grinned back at the raptor and pulled the Sniper from her back. She brought the scope up to her eye and sighted down to the crosshairs, "just tell me when."

"When," Dinobot commanded.

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Rattrap watched as the new femme bot, Swifteye took out the targets faster and more accurately then even Dinobot. He was captivated by how fluidly the femme handled the targets; Rattrap was glad that she was on their team.

"Good isn't she?" Rattrap was startled by Optimus; he must have snuck up on him.

"She's good for a femme," he agreed, "I don't think Mega butt will want to leg go of her so easily though."

"I know Rattrap," Optimus nodded and stood straight, "so we must look out for her till Megatron sets his sights elsewhere."