By the time Tarrant had managed the repairs on Lockdown, both Queens had heard the news: A ship seeking sanctuary had been attacked just above the planet, and it was amazing just how much of a will to live the older refugee had possessed. Sighing, the Hatter began to repair the younger one, surprised to notice the similarities. 'They must be related somehow…' He thought as he tried to fix her armor, only to decide it would be better to stabilize her for now when he realized how badly injured she was.

"I'm sorry, your Majesties, but the child is so badly burned that she might not make it at all." Iracebeth glanced at her sister, who looked just as worried. It wasn't often the Red Queen spoke up at these things, preferring to keep her own council, yet…

"I want to see her." Tarrant blinked, but complied. Iracebeth was shocked at the burn damage, but the child was beautiful. The pure white face-plates had soft black markings that added to her beauty. "Are her parents alive?"

"I believe that the mech Mally found is the girl's father, but he hasn't woken up yet." Tarrant was surprised at the Queen's reaction, her hand just ghosting over the girl's face.

"When he awakes, ask him if he would allow us to turn the child into a techno-organic." Iracebeth raised her hand to stop the Hatter from speaking. "It would save her, and something about this child makes me think she'd want to live."

"Of course, your Majesty." Tarrant replied, Mirana walking in and nodding. Her older sister was right. The child and her father were fighting against death, and she didn't want death to win this round.

Lockdown awoke a few hours later, his helm pounding. A quick scan revealed that his armor had been reformatted, and that he was not going to be walking for a few days at least. The soft click of china made his turn his helm slightly, revealing two femmes.

"Ah, you're up… My name is Mirana." The taller of the two stood up and smiled. Her whole form made her look far more organic than she was, from the long synthetic hair to the white armor dress she wore. Lockdown smiled back as the other one spoke up.

"I'm Iracebeth…" She didn't seem shy, just not used to being around this place. Lockdown nodded before speaking up.

"Lockdown… My designation is Lockdown." Iracebeth glanced at him, a worried look in her eyes.

"We wanted to talk to you about your daughter…" Lockdown sat up the best he could, worry etched on his face-plates. "When did her mother die?"

"I'm her mother… I take you two have heard of Megatron?" The Queens nodded, confused. "I'm a carrier mech, and the slagger found out." Lockdown took a raspy breath before continuing. "He… he forced me to carry her, but I got away at least four months before she was sparked."

"You're very lucky." Lockdown glanced over to see Iracebeth just barely touching his hand, she looked shocked. "You're daughter is very badly injured. She might not make it unless…"

"Unless what?" Lockdown asked, and Mirana took her sister's place in explaining.

"Unless she becomes techno-organic. There are several sparklings and younglings like that here, most of them lost their parents because of the War…" Lockdown nodded. It made sense.

"Do it." The Queens nodded, moving to leave. "Wait." Lockdown couldn't let them leave just yet. "Her name's Alice."

Iracebeth smiled. "Alice… There was a femme with that name here eons ago. It's a pretty name." She said before she followed her sister out. The Queens walked in silence for a bit before she sighed. "I know what you're thinking, Mirana, and something about them makes me think they need to be here."

"I'm not doubting you, Irace, but your history with anyone named Alice isn't good." Mirana replied, throwing her sister a wary glance. Iracebeth sighed and glanced through the large bay window while Tarrant was given the okay to proceed.

"She reminds me of myself…" The short but well thought answer was all Mirana needed to know her sister wa going to be alright.

-In the med-bay-

Tarrant sighed as he glanced over the vials of organic DNA. "All that's left is Jabberwocky… Might as well." He said as he took the vial out and plugged it into the machine, letting the purple fluid run into the sparkling's tubes. Her armor began to darken considerably, turning pitch black and the spikes she had lengthened, thinned, and darkened. Her helm shortened, no longer coming to rest near her cheeks, as horns grew out of it near the top and a tail and wings burst free, with some help from the nurses, as the damage healed quickly. It would be weeks before she would be able to wake up again, but she would be able to live a life that wouldn't involve Megatron and would be peaceful.