She was cold and alone when she woke up. The teen expected to awaken to the sound of a hospital monitor and that chemical-flower smell of hospital antiseptics. What she did not expect was the smell of trash and feeling slimy, as if she swam in a dirty pond. Her hearing slowly came back to her at a turtle pace, almost as if her body knew that the sudden introduction of sound would cause her to freak out. The sound of water dripping and small animals skittering around reach her ears and then her vision begins to return. A terrified shriek leaves her as she looks upon an unfamiliar body. Short navy blue legs stretch out in front of her, complete with small black heels. The left leg moves with her and a small sob leaves Petra, what happened to her?

Like a newborn foal, Petra stands on her new legs. She almost falls backwards from the sudden imbalance of weight and to keep herself from falling he teen leans forward in a hunch. This still doesn't keep her from falling for she falls eight more times before reaching a small puddle of liquid under a slim beam of light. Petra stares at the puddle apprehensively, if what she could see of her body as foreign her face might be too and that fact scared her. With a deep breath she shoves her body at the puddle, eyes sealed shut in terror.

Slowly, Petra opens her eyes and a cry leaves her. No longer does she have long caramel blonde hair, light peach skin and yellow-brown eyes. Light copper skin that shines slightly in the light adorns her face and her hair is replaced with a tri-color helmet made up of navy blue, black and silver metals. What bothers her the most is that she no longer shares the only connection she had with her father, her eyes. Pupil-less orange eyes that look redder than orange stare back at her in fear.

Petra cries until no more tears come and still she lies there sobbing. After for what seems like an eternity, Petra finally comes to terms with her new body… for the most part. This will always bother her but it will linger in the back of her mind like a phantom.

"I swore I heard a sparkling crying down here." A rough voice says, breaking the monotonous dripping of liquid.

Petra's heart races in newfound terror something's coming towards her and she doesn't know what it is.

"I think you took one too many hits to the helm Horn," another voice comments, getting even closer to her.

The teen quickly crawls into a small nook of trash, shaking in fear now as footsteps get even closer to her hiding spot.

Scratched up black metal feet enter her vision and Petra suppresses a sob.

"Look Horn, there's nothing here. There's on mystery sparkling you've been hearing for the past couple of orns."

Her back starts to hurt her and Petra moves and the sound of metal lightly brushing up on another piece of metal fills the small cavern of trash. All sounds halt and she just about had a heart attack from the fear coursing through her veins. A large ugly metal face fills the entrance to her little nook and Petra screams bloody murder. The face is replaced by a large strange looking hand that grabs her left leg. Petra can feel something moving on her back, accompanied by a tingling feeling as she is dragged out her nook crying and screaming.

"Told you there was a sparkling here Washer." The metal creature holding Petra by her leg says with a grin and then she passes out.

When Petra awakens she is no longer in the small trash cave but a building of some sort; it distantly reminds her of a building in the Middle East with the decaying walls and exposed wires for electricity. The door opens and a large metal creature walks in and her heart rate picks up in fear.

The creature takes notice of her awakened state, "oh, little spark it's alright I'm not going to hurt you."

Petra still shakes in fear as the creature gets closer, her eyes shut as they reach for her. Shock reels through her as they begin to caress her head in a sort of motherly way. Ever so slowly Petra begins to relax at the creature's touch, a warm fuzzy feeling filling her up.

Sonar's EM field picked up on the sudden wave of pure terror once the sparkling awoken. To say she was miffed when Horn and Washer brought her an unconscious sparkling was a very large understatement. Her anger began to rise as she saw the way Horn was holding the sparkling and the sparkling's current state. The sparkling was no bigger than a neon-feline and skinner than laser-insect and Horn was holding it like a lob ball. Sonar took the sickly sparkling from the mech and beat him with the pick-axe resting against the wall. Her red optics roved over every scratch and dent that adorned the sparkling's frame, who would do this to such an innocent being.

The fembot carefully scrubbed the sparkling clean and disinfected every wound she found. When Sonar was finished she couldn't believe her optics, this sparkling belonged to the noble caste. Her processor buzzed for reasons why suck a valued sparkling would be doing in the trash heaps of the lower castes. Her answer was given when the sparkling awoke; bright red-orange optics stared up at her in fear. This sparkling was of mixed energon, their carrier must've been a pleasurebot.

"You poor thing, this isn't right. They shouldn't have thrown you away like a pile of trash." Sonar croons as she caresses the now sleeping sparkling's helm.