Now as a teenager, right about sixteen, being two to three human years away from adult hood; Shocksinger cut her hair just recently. Her bangs is quite away from her face, her eyes have these lines drawing down, she is in her battle mode (Minus the battle helmet that is down) which she has been in for most of her life. Her entire torso to her knee's is dark black, her knee caps are purple similar to Bumblebee's design, her legs are edgy looking and so is her shoulder plating embarking a familiar resemblance with Shockwave's shoulder plating. Her digits are so human like but claw like as well.

Her helmet came up.

"Dad's out and about," Shocksinger said, while leaning against the wall of a cybertronian building. "Time for me…make my move." Her heels ejected out highly energized skates. Then she skates through the city having one place to go and visit a friend she has known for most of her life on this planet, she didn't see her friend that often when hitting the age fourteen.

She actually did not know how long it has been in out of the big pod-like object, most of the time her father had been busy in some meetings and visiting some unknown foreign planet when the ambassador of Autobots was sick. When Shocksinger has been left out from the pod she would usually see her father getting some Intel and feedbacking it to some spaceship. However, he stopped doing the transmissions fifty stellar cycles ago. For several of her childhood years, from eight to eleven, it seemed as if he had lost hope. Two stellar cycles ago he started talking with some unknown cybertronian. Shocksinger does not know who this is; she mainly had been trying out different suits for her to help out in tough spaces and planets that didn't have oxygen.

Shocksinger skates to a halt in front of a building, similar to a New York building that had been made huge and given large doors. The huge doorway has cracks to the side of the wall, some windows are broken, and a total mess revealed itself in a way since there is not a door. Her eyes display confusion as if it wasn't there before. Odd…that wasn't there before. Shocksinger takes note. Her hologram comes up disguising Shocksinger as a cyber-mouse. She could not be sure if Autobots were to kill her right on spot.

She walks in. Her sparklinghood friend has been given a name, just this solar cycle, he had been put into the age accelerator to make him a teenager in Cybertronian years. Now we follow her going through the hallway keeping way from two Autobots, Ironhide and Hotshot, who are talking about something. The short Techno-Organic leans against the wall.

"Did you hear about the Allspark-signature?" Hot Shot asks Ironhide who is a black armored mech. They walk right past her. "They say it's on an organic planet!"

"I thought it was just a joke." Ironhide comments, and then he grumbles. "I hate organic planets; don't want to be near one." He shuddered. "Gross and unlikeable." This conversation tells Shocksinger that Autobots were not clearly favorable to be around if she had been a complete organic, then again, she's a born Decepticon.

Hot Shot laughs.

"Considering Waspinator escaped from The Stockades, and Velicitron's non-agreement to letting racers comes in…" Hot Shot loses a trail of what he is thinking about.

"They aided in helping The Decepticons and those eewy Robosapian things." Robosapian is an attempt word of robots using an human body, looking completely as one. Despite the knowledge of not knowing what Techno-Organics are they sure had some issues with lower class cybertronian related sub-factions.

. "Good-goody 'Cons deserve what they get for protecting organics." Hot-Shot chimes in. "Speaking of which, you were close to Waspinator,"—they stop in their tracks. "Did he visit you or something?"

Shocksinger tip-toes away from the duo.

"…No.," He sounded as if he is lying. Truthfully.

Shocksinger ran into a room where a mech is trying out his latest newly-revealed weapon, a sling-shot styled pistol. He has the common body type that most scout bots share being skinny and having small cybertronian car modes. Except is design is a far it diferent by the sharp heel's,Dark brown glove-shaped elbow armor, red optics, coal black western-like armor, and a dark gray faceplate. His pistol transforms into a yellow rope object that retracted metal parts and revealed a stinging red electrical line surging through the entire object itself.

"This is better than I anticipated!" He grins, slashing it on a cup of energon that it sent it into his hand.

Shocksinger hid behind a large tool-box.

He's…changed.

He puts down the cup of energon.

"Who's there?" He looks over his shoulder plating shaped somewhat like HotShot's. "Show yourself already; whoever's using-a-failing-hologram!"

Shocksinger boldly stood in-between the open doorway, letting her hologram fall down.

Chuaeo-ciecha

Her helmet retracted to show her human face.

"Hello, old friend." She said.

The Mech staggers back.

"I am Gunslinger and I am not the friend of an Organic!" His weapon buzzed. "There's an Organic in my room!" Gunslinger shouts loud enough he drew attention to himself. It hurt her feelings a little to hear him say something like that. They were almost like best friends when they were little. Gunslinger's weapon becomes a pistol, and then he shoots at the Techno-Organic.

Frag! Shocksinger zips out the doorway and is chased by the two Autobots in her disguse mode.

"I can't help but say this. That was her first bad choice." Starscream's voice is heard. "Not completely worse….She'll meet me and the other's in a while—"He shakes his helmet. "It's not completely easy doing some 'narrating'."

"Shocksinger to Shockwave, I got a little problem." Shocksinger's rather sharp digit lay on her helmet as she tosses things in the way of the Auobots, making them tumble and crash into another. Ironhide has trouble getting over Hot Shot who's right underneath him.

"What did you do now?" Her father's voice is heard from the comnlink.

Several other Autobots come out to see what's with the commotion.

"I revealed myself to an Autobot—"

Shocksinger zipped under the Autobot's legs.

"You showed yourself to an Autobot, after all I have taught you," Shockwave does not sound pleased. "Why?"

Gunslinger shouts something the Autobots heard, going after Shocksinger despite her hologram being on. "Um… I wanted to visit him." She tore through the large glass ware of a window and lands on the sidewalk. The glass around her seems pointy and a perfect circle having triangle marks all around.

"Who's this him?"

Even in the midst of a ticked off Shockwave, we can hear a chuckle coming from Starscream.

"Gunsli…inger." Shocksinger pants, dodging the in-vehicle mode Autobots . She was not built or created for speed, Shocksinger had been an accident made for disturbing sound frequencies in machines and shatter glass if she sung way too loud. "Dad, seriously,you…don't need to get—"

"You visited the son of Ultra Magus when I told you not!"

Shocksinger hid in an alley,panting.

"…This worked up…"
She leans against the wall.

"Shocksinger, meet me at the bridge, you are going to a little blue planet."

Anyone can definitely see Shocksinger's eyes become huge from under the helmet, she hadn't heard about the planet in years, now; all of a sudden her father had just gotten a change of knowledge. More like a change of spark. She's far-more adapted to this planet. The metal planet; inhabited by a bunch of evil-crybaby-vigorous bandit of Autobots, who are hysterical about the presence of a Techno-Organic, and despise them for a living assumingly. Nobody knew she is there. Not even Ultra Magnus.

Shocksinger punches the wall. The feelings overwhelming her are mind-boggling. Especially, how The Techhno-Organic will be forcing herself to the bridge station. Things used to be so simple and less terrible on her feelings; it made her want to cry. The loss of a friend is powerful than somebody kidnapping a child. It's like somebody has ripped out her spark and squeezed it until she could feel no more.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." She mumbles to herself. "What do you expect? An Autobot to recognize you as a friend. Not just an organic?" Shocksinger's left hand punched the wall. She screams in frustration. She wipes off her tears pouring off from her face.

"Sorry to interrupt, but, there's a scene you may want to witness." Starscream apologetically says, his digits are heard on some keyboard. "Done."

The Scene rotates to the Elite Guard Headquarters with Ultra Magnus reviewing some files he had assigned and stamped for approval. He has on these glasses that only a man would wear when reading a book, it's come to terms that somehow he's learned about glasses as well from human culture.

"Daad, daad," Gunslinger's unexpected voice brought the leader's attention from the paperwork. "I saw…a Techno-Organic."

Ultra Magnus looks at him in disbelief.

"Who's incredibly an idiot to bring a human here?" He growls, thinking his son may have a part in it. "Sit in a chair before you have a spark attack."

Gunslinger sits in a chair.

"I saw it." He projected the picture of Shocksinger. "She claimed to be a old friend of mine."

Ultra Magnus's red optics flickered.

"A…Decepticon?" He stood up from his chair. The message on the files, is about Decepticons trying to stop a rag-tag-washed out Elite Guard Crew from returning to Cybertron with the object in tow is right on top of the files. It had been sent by Ratchet when they were having trouble. "Gunslinger, we are going to get the Space Bridge crew…and I have an idea..."

Gunslinger seems well-surprised.

"About what?" Gunslinger asks, he knew his father has plans of a mastermind. The only leader, who led The Autobots in the Great War and came out of it alive, with his spark mate Camo-Drill.

His father's evil smirk came on.

"An impressionable recruit to stop the Decepticons from succeeding."