Chapter 7

The dark crimson femme removed her digits from her helm. She glared at Megatron, who was preparing his fusion cannon. He shot angrily at the femme, but she dodged his blasts with relative ease. Realizing that ranged fingting wasn't going to cut it, he transformed his blade out, and went in for close combat.

As Megatron charged forward, the femme did so as well. As she dashed towards the much larger mech, she unshealthed a fairly big sword from her backside. As the dark lord swung his blade at her, she quickly blocked it with her own.

Scorchstrike watched from afar as the two clashed swords. The femme was doing exceptionally well at countering Megatron's much stronger swings. Feeling safer, Scorchstrike open up his chassis and took Jack out, then placed him carefully on the ground. The human teen watched the battle with him, both unsure if they should make a run for it.

Megatron was surprised by the femme's performance. She was doing surprisingly well for her somewhat small size. Her unusual tail thrashed back and forth, the spikes running along it scratching his legs every now and then. Her blue and violet optics burned into his. She was a extremely well-trained fighter.

As the two traded blows, the femme began to get weary. Megatron could tell it had been a long time since her last fight, and she was slightly out of shape. Regardless, she remained silent juring the entire fight, except for a few grunts and huffs.

The femme, realizing she couldn't keep going like this forever, suddenly took a few quick steps back. She transformed the top of her arm into some sort of blaster, and began charging it. Soon, the decepticon lord was doused in flames, these ones much stronger than the autobot triple-changer had blasted at him. He quickly seized her wrists, preventing her from attacking him.

The femme glared at the decepticon lord with a burning rage. As Megatron was about to strike her down, she suddenly retracted her mouthplate, and spewed a large fireball from her glossa into his chassis. The decepticon lord was blasted backwards.

Megatron just lay there for a moment, dumbfounded by the attack. How was that even possible? Regardless of how, she was a huge threat, and needed to be eliminated immediately.

The femme gasped, steam rushing out of her glossa. The fire-breath attack seemed to have a negative effect on her, as she need a few kliks to cool down. After the steam subsided, she transformed her mouthplate back.

Megatron seized the oppotunity of her recovery, and struck her across the chassis, sending the red femme flying. Energon sprayed from her glossa and wound as she hit the ground hard. She stumbled to her feet, gripping her large, devastating wound. She grabbed her fallen sword, only to have it smacked from her servo. The decepticon lord towered over her. He forced her to her knees.

"You were foolish to think that you could defeat me, a gladiator who fought in the pits of Kaon. Now you shall meet your end, autobot."

As he readied his blade to decapitate her, the femme finally spoke to him, strong, long, and clear.

"Who ever said I was an autobot?"

Megatron hesitated. In his hesitation, the femme lept up and grabbed his arm, preventing him from finishing her.

Both Scorthstrike and Jack heard the statement, and gasped. They looked at each other, with an expression of surprise and shock.

"What!?"

As the femme tried to prevent her termination, Megatron stared at the spot where her faction symbol would be.

There was no autobot badge there, but instead, what the appeared to be the faint remains of a...

A groundbridge suddenly opened behind him.

The autobots had found their missing mech.

Knowing he would be outmatched, Megatron tossed the femme off of him, and transformed into his alt mode. He flew away as Optimus, Ratchet, and the two young autobots ran out the 'bridge. Seeing them, Scorchstrike carefully picked up Jack, then yelled to them.

The crimson femme kneeled on the energon stained grass, staring silently up at the sky, as she was left leaking and unnoticed.

"Scorchy, you're ok!" Skyshard leapt at her brother, embracing him in a hug. Stormrust joined them.

Ratchet rushed over to the young mech, anxious.

"Scorchstrike! What Happened? Are you ok? Where Jack?"

"Right here, Doc." Jack waved at Ratchet from Scorchstrike's servo.

"And were both fine!" Scorchstrike replied happily.

"Thank Primus."

As Ratchet checked over the young mech to make sure, Optimus walked over to the group.

"So how didja guys find me? They disabled my comm and everything."

"We recieved a message from an unknown cybertronian claiming that they knew of your location," Optimus stated. "Scorchstrike, do you know who this is?"

"Well there was this femme who stopped Megatron from recapturing me after I escaped. She fought hard, but Megatron would've won if you guys hadn't shown up." Scorchstrike looked towards the fallen femme, then pointed at her. "She's badly injured."

Ratchet looked towards where Scorchstrike pointed, then rushed to the crimson frame. She had gone into stasis-lock in her kneeling, sky-gazing position. Ratchet picked up the strange small femme, who was bigger than Arcee and Skyshard, but smaller than the other 'bots. He called base for a groundbridge, and soon one open infront of him.

As the autobots went through the bridge, Scorchstrike put his servo on ratchet's shoulder. The medic stopped looked at him.

"She also stated that she wasn't an Autobot."