"What am I….?...What else have you been keeping from me…" I glare, getting from being saddened, to my 'aggressive pose', staring him down. "Nothing, this is all, I swear!..." *he puts both hands partially up, defensively, as Starscream silently watches us, I notice a small smile out of the corner of his eye, but ignore it. "…..Well?!...What's the REAL story?!..." I growl, getting angry. One of my own problems is anger, when I get mad, people tend to disappear without a trace. "…We found you…as a baby, in a pod, just at the edge of the forest…We took you in..Xander told us to keep it a secret, and, to have you de-roboticized..To make you flesh to better suit our own crusade…I'm sorry, but that's the whole story and truth…" As he explains, he can't look me in the eye, his voice is full of shame and sadness. He turns his back on me, leaning against the table, his arms supporting him. He shakes his head, trying to clear his mind.
"Im sorry…but orders are orders…If you want to go, that's fine, but, I have an injection that will make you take your true form…." When he finishes speaking, he hands me a needle with a light blue liquid in it. I take it and storm out without another word, saddened and angry at all the lying, that had lasted for almost my entire life. I stop at Crystal Lake, sitting on a rock, close to having another emotional breakdown. I silently stare at the needle in my hand, clutching it tightly till the color of my knuckles was pale. I was thinking it over, do I really want to be what Xander had taken me away from? He has never steered me wrong in my life, or, could be this be a one in a million chances where he is wrong? There is only one way of knowing, and I don't like it, I HATE needles!
I am unaware of Starscream watching me from the path, my back to him. I decide to take the chance and plunge the needle into my right knee. I scream in agonizing, burning pain, but not from the needle, but from the liquid. It burns every vein and blood vessel in me, I can feel my blood boiling, my heart having irregular pumps, my claws growing. With each passing second, I can feel and see my own transformation, within a minute, it is finally done, I am now on my knees, body smoking, but complete. I am all black. Dark blue accents on my wings and shoulders, and a single red optic, razor sharp claws, and thin. Height wise, I would say I'm only a few inches smaller than Starscream.
I turn to Starscream, a look of confusion, pain, and fear is across my face, he opens his arms to me. "Come, my new servant…come and join with your kind, and find the truth of your people…" He calmly says. Now, out of experience, when a guy as threatening as Starscream speaks in that tone, you should run, in this case, I'll make an exception. I run into his arms and smile, a small purr can be heard from me, along with three words that get his attention. "Thank you…Master…"