A/N: Well I'm not sure about this chapter, I like but then again I don't. I think it could've been better, I might rewrite later when I have more time. Let me know what you guys think?

So as not to confuse you guys

"blah" is regular speech

:blah: is com speech

'blah' is bond speech

blah is thought speech

Edited: Units of time

astrosecond:.498 sec/breem:8.3 min/cycle:2 hours/joor:6 hours/klik:1.2 min/orn:3 weeks/ vorn:83 years/solar cycle:1 day/stellar cycle:7.5 months

Disclaimer: Hasbro/Takara owns any of the beloved Transformers and Amarantos is Skellingtongirl's creation.

The rain drizzled on a black shadow while made its way around to the backend of deli. It lifted a sewer lid up and went down into it.

Glowing red eyes penetrated the black abyss and rested on the form of a human girl.

:Ravage to Soundwave. Over.: Ravage hailed her creator through her comlink.

:Soundwave reporting. What have you discovered?:

:A human girl.:

:Bring her here.:

:Soundwave, she seems to be playing a strange musical instrument I've never seen before; I will have to wait to capture her.:

:Time is of the essence: we must return to Nemesis. You have 7 breems. Ravage: do not keep me waiting.:

:Yes Soundwave. Ravage over and out.:

Blending in with the casted shadows, the rest of her charcoal body went unnoticed by the human girl. Ravage crept closer, inching her way to the girl. Her garnet optics flashed from the knowledge she gained as she continued to observe the human. Pondering, she wondered if those foolish Autoscum ever discovered a talented human as this one.

Mostly likely not.

They may have spent their time with the squishies such as Spike and Sparkplug more than the Decepticons had, yet after many cycles of reconnaissance on their intel; their databases on Teletraan I never procurred information on humans gifted such as this one. The passion, the spark put into the sound reminded Ravage of an era before the war. An era when she could spend her time listening in on the Cybertronian geniuses of the day. Musicians like the Polyhelixian, vibrato player Durgaa Nu or the Kaon motley crew that made up Spitzer Six, were some of her favorites. Durgaa Nu could strum the vibrato with her six arms like no other. Back in the days of the Golden Age, the vibrato was a popular long, bow-like shaped instrument that had fourteen electrically charged strings attached to the opening of the top end and the bottom end came out like a megaphone. Durgaa could play the full Zeldron Rotunda Symphony's Fifth on the vibrato without any kind of accompaniment. Like Durgaa Nu, the Spitzer Six consisted of six serving drones given "lower intelligence" (as the ruling class deemed it) from Vector Sigma. They would play just about any instrument on Cybertron during theirs shows, not mattering if their sounds clashed together. The Spitzer Six could and would make them fit together in a cacophony precision, hard to the audios of Iacon or Towers mechs but simply melodic to the gladiators and the rest of the scum living in Kaon. Ravage still had the memory files from one of their last concerts in Kaon right before Megatron seized power. Ravage remember the days when Cybertronian music was at its height. It was almost shocking to find humans capable of such talent. They were such inferior creatures.

The human concluded her melody. She removed her violin from the bottom of her chin and sighed. She wandered over to one of the filthy concrete walls and sat down. She carefully laid the violin and the bow in her lap. Closing her eyes, Ravage assessed that the human was about to enter recharge. Now was Ravage's chance.

Optics narrowed, body hunched, ears back, and her legs brought close to her body; she was a puma on the hunt for its unsuspecting prey. She prowled towards the sleeping human, her movement gradual and light. She had a certain beauty and grace; so much more different from the lithe motions of a seeker in the air; or the fluid, battling motility of the groundpounders. To humans the stalking of a feline would be more familiar than the ancient Cybertronian martial arts. Her entire body mirrored the feline species. With her perfected hunting stance, the human would not wake up in time once Ravage pounced in for the kill. At least that was what Ravage was thinking while she stood less than ten feet away from the girl.

The human stirred slightly. Ravage ceased and closely observed the human as she shifted closer to the wall. Good! She was still in recharge.

Ravage hovered over the human for a klik, optics lighting up the unwashed face. She observed the features with an intrigue. She never thought a human could look this filthy. It didn't matter though. She was sure that Soundwave would clean her up and keep her as a pet due to her musical talent. And she secretly hoped he would.

With indifference, she yanked the human up by the hood with her mouth. As the girl was being lifted up, her eyes shot open and she made a grab for her falling violin and bow. She writhed as Ravage's jaw clang tightly to her hoodie. Trepidation was so evident in her eyes as they widened when she realized what was holding onto her and the situation she was in.

The girl thrashed around in Ravage's, trying in vain to escape. Bizarre sounds came from her mouth as she squirmed about. Ravage peered down at her curiously. She could not even begin understand why the human reacted this way, she could not comprehend human behavior. She could only compare it to what she knew from her interactions with Spike. Which, she considered the girl's behavior rather odd. She expected the squishy to yell and scream for help.

Besides her confusion, Ravage felt her pride swell with the confidence placed in her stealth abilities by her creator. She knew Soundwave would be pleased and he would reward her for catching such an interesting find. She commed Soundwave.

:Soundwave...I've captured the human.:

:Ravage:well done. Bring the human to these coordinates.: He relayed his position to Ravage.

:Ravage out!: Ravage glanced down at the human one past time before racing off down a passage. She downloaded a blue print of the sewer and bound for the opening.

The girl stopped moving about and just whimpered as Ravage took her who knows where.