She fought a desperate battle to stay upright. The new wings weighed her down making it that much harder. Pain filled her circuit of her body. Stumbling, she fell to her knees before Megatron. "Trona."

"Lord Megatron," she responded. Megatron turned from her, and Barricade gave her a servo up. "Thanks," she whispered and received a nod in return.

"Is she still a grounder?" Megatron asked not removing his optics from the sceen he had stepped up to.

"Yes Lord Megatron. It could be useful to have a triple-changer among us," Barricade replied.

"Yes. It could be. Go. Train her in the ways of the Decepticons. I want her to be able to face our brother."

"Yes my Lord," Barricade took her by the wrist again and helped her outside into the hallway. Once the door was closed, he wrapped an arm around her waist to support her as they started walking. "In public, I don't care about you. In private, I do. It's a weakness to care for others."

"I understand. The thing is, caring about each other can be useful. In public, I don't like you either."

"We're gonna train. You need the skills. Fighting like a 'Con can help. Don't lose the Autobot in you though. It's not safe around here, but the Autobots hurt you all the same. We aren't exactly kind to femmes."

"I thought all Decepticons would want me to leave the Autobot ways behind."

"Most would, and do. I don't. A gentler femme's better. You seem more like Optimus Prime than Megatron."

"Thanks. Although, I think I might be a cross between them. Doesn't matter. I'm my own femme," she said with a smile. Barrricade rolled his optics. They stopped as he opened the door before he gently pushed her in. She gave a suprised yelp as she tripped and once again fell to her knees. "Why can't I stand any more?"

"The weight," Barricade helped her up. "You're not used to it. The extra parts are heavy to you. They'll feel lighter in time. Why don't you take a look and a rest while I get something for you to fight with. What's your style?"

"Sword fighting," she replied. He left her in the room. She shakily got to her pedes, and carefully made it over to a reflective peice of metal. Her optics widened in almost horror and almost awe.

Megatrona certainly looked different from Optima. Her optics had thin covers on them that made her optics glow an eery purple. A cross between her brothers. Her wings weren't like Starscream's, and looked like they could fold. If they could they would give her the appearance of a helicopter Transformer. Still, the light wings were heavy compared to the air that had once been there. The bottoms were wide like a certain annoying jet, but the top was different. They had a dip, a straighter stretch, followed by another thining section that attached to her. (http: / blog. flightstory . net/wp-content/uploads/ without the spaces for picture of vehicle mode. I suggest looking at it since my description wasn't the best). Her chest had the same windows, but was pushed forwards so there was room for the widow of the cockpit. The cockpit itself was flattened down, so it didn't do much to her size around the waist. Her legs weren't double jointed like Starscream's. She brushed a digit over the new wings, and found them less sensitive than she'd heard them describe as. Her helm was the same, thank Primus.

A loud clatter on the other side of the room dragged her attention to it. She found Barricade standing near a pile of assorted weapons. From axes to guns to balls on chains to swords. She gave him a look before stumbling slightly as she tried to walk over to Barricade. "You're getting better. Lean back more. Just a little, to balance better," he instructed. "Take your pick." He motioned to the pile. She picked up a sword that was sitting towards the egde of the pile since it didn't look like it would take the whole pile with it. "It's yours."

The sword was almost as long as her forearm. Rather thin, it looked like a medival one. It's metal was a solid silver, and when she conected it to her arm it glowed a beautiful Cyan blue. No markings were present on any part of it.

A grin made its way onto her face as her now purple optics met his blood red optics. He gave her a nod as he moved a training dummy into view. "Thank you Barricade."

"If you ever get a mate, or chose your favored brother, have then ingrave something. Their name, a word that means somethin' to them. Your name even. It won't get destroyed. Its stronger than that," Barricade said, completely ignoring her thanks. He lined her up to attack, but once he let go she nearly hit the floor yet again.

"Ah! More weight! Gah, I can't even stand properly," she moaned. Barricade stood her up again, but took the sword from her.

"Get used to standing first. You haven't even transformed yet. When you can do that, without hurting yourself, I'll train you. Till then, we're not training. Got it?"

"Got it. I know I'm not supposed to, but can I just tell Prime that I'm safe? I didn't want to leave my brother," she asked. Barricade looked conflicted.

"You're deffinatly not supposed to. If you ask Megatron to join me on patrol, I might be able to get you close enough to contact Optimus Prime without getting caught. You CAN NOT contact them from here."

"I know. Thank you," she said. Barricade nodded. He gathered the weapons into his arms before disappearing out into the hallway. Unsure of what to do, she wisely chose to remain in the room.

Right after he had finished putting the weapons back into their proper places, Barricade had gone to meet with Megatron. He managed to persuade the Decepticon leader to let Megatrona to join the police car. He found her walking around, trying to get the hang of it. He laughed as she yelled at her wings. At the sound, her optics snapped to his. He nodded for her to follow. Suprisingly, she managed to walk over to him. She followed him outside, and away from base. He stopped and turned to face her. "Transform. We're leaving base now." She nodded.

She felt the new parts shift. A squeak left her lip plates she she changed in a new way. No tires, but the wings. No cab, but the cockpit. It was a strange feeling. She hadn't even left the ground. Her jet mode was a Sukhoi PAK FA. She stared at Barricade. "Now what."

"Figure out your systems. We don't have all day," Barricade replied. He transformed and took off.

"Evil police car," Megatrona complained. About ten minutes later, she was in the air. Her movements were slow, uneasy ones, but she did manage to catch up with Barricade. "I deffinatly want to keep this transformation!" Barricade gave a laugh.

"We're close enough now. Do you have a bond with him?"

"I want to try comming him," Megatrona landed beside him, and transformed. It was much easier after the first attempt.

::Orion. Can you hear me?:: There was no reply for a moment.

::Optima? Is that you? Where are you? Are you safe? Ironhide didn't-:: Optimus

::Whoa! Slow down. I'm safe with a friend. I don't think you know him. Who knows, you might. I wouldn't know because I haven't been in your life for long. You can move on without me. I'm not telling you where I am. I really don't care about what you have to say about Ironhide:: Megatrona

::Emma's worried. She doesn't see you as her mother, but she does care about you. Even Ratchet is worried. Please, come back:: Optimus

::I'm different now. Tell Emma I love her, and Ratchet not to worry. I have some one watching my back. I'm not coming back to you. I can't. And won't:: Megatrona

She cut the line, before sinking to her knees. "I made the wrong choice. But I can't go back. What CAN I do?"

"Go back," Barricade replied. Megatrona looked up at him with suprised optics.

"I can't go back. I just can't."

"They'll take you back. Trust me, I know Prime well enough to know he'd be willing. Even if you can fly now. Don't expect Megatron to be to happy though. The Autobot are the safer choice. Go," Barricade said. He offered her a clawed servo.

"I'll go tonight."

"No. Now. You won't get another chance."

"You can come with."

"Maybe later. Goodbye. Megatrona."

"Optima. That was my Autobot name. Or even Oria. Thank you," she said. She turned from him, but stopped when he grabbed her wrist. She turned around with curious optics. "Wh-" She was cut off by Barricade's lip plates on hers. She gave a suprised squeal, but melted against him. He was the first to pull away. He let go of her, transformed, and sped away. "I think I'm in love," she mumbled with a dazed voice before transforming herself and flying towards the Autobots.