Good day/night whatever to my readers! I am back! I am sorry for such the wait on this chapter, I have had quite a few things going on, its called life. Between my job, writers block, and other personal issues, Chapter 2 of Scorn is finally here! I know I said I would attempt monthly updates, but at the time I didn't know what was going to happen, again I am sorry to my readers. I will attempt to make a more frequent update though as I get back into the swing of things. I am currently working on the next chapter of Glitch in the Game so hopefully that will be up soon along with Indominous.

So having a computer for a mind does not make getting blasted with what essentially is a telekinetic mind dump any easier... To be honest it makes it worse. I mean the beacon was meant for organic minds, not super computers, so when I booted up from recharge, I found my self in the cargo hold of the Normandy with the two engineers you always see in the games, can't remember their names for the life of me, trying to pry open my side with freaking plasma cutters! My optics shot open, and the light shifted form the yellow they usually were to a deep, almost blood, red. Roaring, I turned as well as I could in the space, sending a quick jet of flames towards them (close enough for them to get a scare, but not right at them), as I stand on all four limbs and growled at them before checking my side. Thank god they didn't get any of my armored covering off, or god forbid got into my spark chamber, I don't even want to know what they would have done seeing the object keeping me alive.

Hearing a wooshing sound, I turned my heard to see a bunch of armed personnel run off the elevator, and aiming their guns,well more like pea shooters compared to what I'm use to, at me and most of them having a look of being scared shit-less on their faces. All of them were about to fire when I heard more people coming the way

"Hold your fire!" a voice yelled out, one I recognized as Shepard's, man of the hour I jokingly thought to myself, before he stood between me and the scared trigger happy marines. "It helped us out on Eden Prime, so we give it the courtesy of asking it questions before we do anything." Shepard said before turning to face me, looking up and keeping a straight face, well trying to keep as straight a face anyone can when facing down a 30 foot tall robotic dinosaur. "I've seemed to have drawn quite the crowd." I said in a deep baritone, gravely voice , "And my designation is Scorn, I'm not an it." I growled out, if there was one thing I hated, it was being called an it. Monster I could handle, I've caused decepticon minions to run in the opposite direction of me screaming that, but it, that I drew the line at, I'm completely sentient.

Apparently a talking robot dinosaur was a bit to much for one soldier, since I heard a shot, then felt a ping in between my optics. I snort in laughter at the looks on their faces when sniper round had about as much effect on me that a rubber ball fired from a slingshot would have had on a bear. "Was that suppose to hurt?" I asked, still tense with all the weapons aimed at me. I mean yeah, they won't hurt me unless they some how have a Cain, but anyone would be tense with about 25 guns all aimed at them. "Jeez, harsh crowd." I say sorting, causing a bit of smoke to exit the small exhaust ports resembling nostrils.

Shepard then seemed to gather up some courage, as he walked towards me, stopping about 10 feet infront of me, every single human tense as I stare down at him. "Thank you for your help, but what are you? Are you an AI? Because you seem to be to articulate to be a VI. And where did you come from?" he asked, but it sounded more like he was attempting to make it seem like I had no other option but to answer. Like a small almost 6foot tall human could force me to answer, but I decided to humor him anyways.

"I am a cybertronian, we are living machines. I'm from a group called the Dinobots." I answer looking down at them, scanning every minuet detail I could seeing the looks of pure disbelief on every ones faces. "If that's so, then why hasn't anyone ever seen your species before?" a voice called from the back, before said owner of the voice walked up front next to Shepard revealing Anderson. "I don't know, last thing I remember was an explosion, my optics going blank and coming back online because of the horn blast. It's possible the explosion somehow interfered with a ground bridge but don't take my word on it, I'm a warrior not a scientist." I reply staying in character, before my vision starts to spin, and I collapse to the deck, shaking the ship. "Ughh, I feel like Trypticon and Metroplex decided to tap dance on my head." As I lay there, I decide to make it easier on the humans, allowing my holoform to reappear sitting on my alt mode's snout. "So, how long was I offline? And more importantly, how in the ever loving hell did you get me onto your ship, I easily weigh almost 30 tones*." I ask, tilting my head slightly to the side.

"You were out for almost 21 hours, and as for how, almost all of the loading machinery with judicious use of the docks mass effect field generator." ah there is the deep voice of Keith Davids or as he's know here capt. Anderson, "Now then, we still need to decide what to tell the council about our discovery along with what happened to the beacon." he said turning to Shepard, damn you'd think seeing a freaking metallic, transforming (not that they know that bit yet) dinosaur would hold his attention more. I make my holoform shrug its shoulders a bit, waving my hand slightly. "Uhhhm I'm right here you know, can hear everything your saying. And what, is this council a bunch of stuck up idiots?" damn I hate playing stupid, as soon as they found out about me I knew that they would want to destroy me and send my remains to the Selarians. Everyone's train of thought was cut off by the intercom going off, "Sir I thought I'd let you know that we just exited the relay and are entering citidel space. Also, what we gonna do with Jurassic Park over there?" That must have been Joker...wait a minute did he just call me jurassic park?

"Thank you Joker, and Commander, lets keep this," Anderson waved his hand over to me as he said this, "tight lipped for now, so we can think of a proper way to explain it to the council." I end up snorting in annoyance, allowing my holoform to disapate. "So I become a science expirement, I don't think so." I growl slightly, getting onto all fours again, staring right at Shepard, "I want to know what the hell that telekinetic blast I felt planet-side was." Oh god I hated playing dumb, but Shepard stares right at me wide eyed, mouth slightly open.

"Hold on just a minute, your telling me that you saw a vision from the beacon too? The vision of synthetics killing organics?" he asked, stepping forward a bit, since I knew the vision would be fairly discombobulated for him at the moment.

"I just remember seeing decepticon rejects rejects slaughtering organics, but that's it." I replied, flexxing my front claws, leaving indents where my claws were. It was one thing seeing the clip in the game, but to witness it first hand was some thing else, and if I had of been still organic I don't I that I would have been able to handle the force of it upon my brain.

"Shepard we need to head up to the bridge now, and get you ready for the council meeting." Anderson said, still taking glances over to me, so I for a better word, smile, which looks more like i'm snarling, making him walk quickly to the elevator with Shepard. I shake my head a bit letting out a chuckle as they both get on the elevator They are just all so easy to rile up, I wonder how its gonna be with the rest of the crew when they get here I think as I smirk and lay back down, closing my optics, seemingly going into stand by but remaining conscious of everything around me.