Transformers: Prime

Disclaimer: Because I own Transformers: Prime, I can transform into a Truck.

A/N: It's me again. Please tell your fanfic buddies about this story. I plan on keeping it alive and staying consistent. Also, i'm open to suggestions for any characters you'd like to see showing up in the story, preferably from the Animated or WFC/FOC/Prime continuity. Thanks!

"Give me your face..!"

-Optimus Prime (Revenge of The Fallen)

Chapter 3

Optimus did not want to jump to conclusions when coming across the transmission designation.

10-22.

He had left her with her forces on Cybertron, because it would be safer there for her. How did she come to end up here? He supposed he would find out when the area was searched.

"You think it might be another Autobot?" Ratchet asked aloud. He was crossing his arms with his back the railing, waiting for the Prime's response.

"It is highly likely. The deisgnation code that appeared along with the distress signal is one that only I and one other Autobot know of. But circumstances lead me to reserve judgement." The skilled Medic looked down in thought at Optimus's explanation. Hopefully it was another Autobot. Megatron always had plenty of soldiers, a ship-full to be factual. It wouldn't hurt to have at least one more friendly.

"I'm sure it's a friendly. Wouldn't a decepticon have went straight towards his ship?" Ratchet suggested. Optimus saw merit in his old war comrade's explanation, but still did not get his hopes up too high. "Perhaps, old friend. For now, only time will tell."

Smokescreen still couldn't for the life of him figure out why the darn thing was even in the hall of relics and trinkets anyway. It wasn't there all the previous times he'd been there, and something as important as a TransWarp device would be secured. It didn't add up.

"What were you doing in there?" The bot asked quietly to the inaminate object. He poked and fiddled with the device, hoping to find the access hatch that would get him to the circuit board. However, as if responding to his question, the TransWarp device began to blink it's lights sporadically.

"That doesn't look good," Smokescreen said slowly. "Might be a bomb, better throw this out!" He exclaimed as he ran through the hall, into the Bunker, and passed a surprised Optimus and a confused Ratchet.

In accordance with precaution, Arcee, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee stood at an outcropping a few yards from the distress signal's source. They hid there silently, with their charges behind them, while Bulkhead used some sort of scanning device.

"The signal is definitely Autobot in origin," Bulkhead began slowly.

"But?" Arcee predicted, narrowing her eyes at the slightly distant, shallow crater that was still kicking up dust from a recent crash. It looked like someone tumbled out of something, as the impact didn't or wasn't big enough to be caused by an aircraft.

"There's some red flags that the scanner's picking up. Decepticon markers," Bulkhead continued, attemptingto keep from raising his voice too high and alerting the foreign presence, friend or foe.

"What are we waiting for? Let's just go in there! If it's a baddie, Arcee can do her cyber ninja thing, Bulky can use his wrecking ball, and Bee would go in with some Parkour!"

Before Arcee could ask what a ninja was, the smoke and dust began to clear and a figure was becoming noticeable inside the crater.

"That can't be right..." Bulkhead huffed.

"Airachnid," Arcee spat. With a frown, she readied her pistol arms and descended down the cliff without a word. Bumblebee attempted to get her attention, to tell her they should make sure first, but his beeps fell on deaf audio receptors. Arcee wouldn't hear it this time.

"Arcee! Wait!" Bulkhead attempted after Bumblebee, but he figured she probably didn't even hear him. She was already transformed into her Motorcycle alt form, careening towards the insectoid figure.

Blackarachnia shut her optics in pain. Her left side was stinging from the impromptu crash into the ground, but luckily, nothing was broken. Her left arm was stinging a bit, but it was nothing serious.

"Scrap. That portal machine is as good as trash now," she observed. Lying on the ground close to her was twisted metal that would have once been a TransWarp Gun. Now it was a metallic pretzel. Still holding her pained arm, she attempted to see through the now dissipating smoke.

"Lovely. Desert for miles."

Kicking the now useless piece of metal in frustration, she tried to get a fix of where here was. She had to frown at what she found. Time didn't seem to have altered at all from what she could tell, only space.

"What the frag am I doing in Jasper, Nevada?" she muttered in confusion.

"Airachnid!"

After hearing a name she's never heard of, she could hear the squeal of tires rushing towards her. Shifting one of her arms into an energon blaster with practiced ease, she attempted to put up her guard for whoever was coming for her. Suddenly, the sound of a speeding motorcycle changed to rapidly moving feet and before she knew it, a blue cybertronian leaped through the dust and smoke, seconds from tackling her. Even after preparing, she wasn't prepared enough as the blue fembot knocked her to the ground.

"What are you doing!?" the spider shouted in both suprise and annoyance. The other robot was on top of her and already producing a sword to deal a lethal blow to the neck up.

"Making sure you don't hurt anyone ever again!"

Before she could process what that statement even meant, Blackarachnia palm struck the shoulder not using the sword arm, putting her off balance. Next, sh kicked outward, knocking her attacker off her.

"You son of a glitch! What is wrong with you!" she yelled at the motorcyle cybertronian in a burst of anger.

"Arcee! I'm trying to tell you, that's not Airachnid!" a voice shouted, slowly rising in volume, signifying that the voice's owner was coming near them. The autobot that attacked her, Arcee, she now knew, seemed to widen her optics in surprise, but nonetheless relaxed her stance. It didn't go unnoticed by Blackarachnia that her right arm was still a sword-arm. She obviously didn't trust her. And that only made the scientist hate her condition even more.

Soundwave made his way to the command center of the nemesis at an even pace. Across from him, the Dark Lord, Megatron, stood facing the viewport windows, his large arms crossed behind his back. Sounwave stood their patiently, waiting for Megatron to notice his presence.

"Soundwave, what information have you found?" he asked with a slight turn of his head.

"Lovely. Desert for miles."

Megatron recognized it as a voice clip. But the timbre was noticeably foreign and female.

"A newly arrived cybertronian? And one that I have never heard." Megatron deduced that it could be a neutral, and therefore a potential ally. With a nod of approval, Megatron turned to fully address his spymaster.

"Excellent work, Soundwave. Deploy any officers and soldiers you see fit to collect this individual," Megatron concluded, obviously pleased with this information. He walked out of the command center, with Soundwave exiting shortly after.