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I was led down the hallway in a pair of stasis cuffs. They had not believed me about the attack on Praxus, and if any had, they thought I was with the Decepticons and giving false information, so to scatter their resources.

I was being brought to the stockades. Two heavily armed Autobots were my escorts. If I dared make an incorrect move I would be killed. We had reached a part of the passage where entrances to other rooms came up. I quickly scanned my surroundings. The most logical way to escape would be to enter into the room with only one mech in it, after I dispatch the guards. I was not going to let my city die.

I had almost reached the opening I needed, when two Autobots came down the passage. The first one was a Femme and the other seemed to be the head of Autobot Intelligence.

'Though the battle of Tyger Pax was a bad one, we pulled through with a few casualties,' there it was again, 'and a lot a' 'Cons to the pit,' the Mech said to the femme.

'Must have been quite a fight Jazz.' So that was his name.

'One a' the best Orix,' so that was her name.

'How many casualties were there?' they still hadn't noticed me. Perfect. I took that chance.

'One hundred and ninety six,' I supplied to her before I threw my guards into the wall and grabbed their weapons. Surprisingly heavy. I silently slipped out a dagger for good use. So to speak.

Unfortunately, the two Autobots in front of me had weapons of their own, and I was looking down the barrel of a gun. The same could be said for them.

I picked up a comm. message being sent to other Autobots. I wished I didn't have to do this. I started concentrating on the wall, out of my peripheral vision. I heard footsteps coming down the hall.

The large piece of metal started shaking, as well as other pieces of the wall. It was only supposed to be that piece. I threw my guns down, and took a few steps back. The two in front of me had noticed the walls shaking. Although now they were being wrenched off.

I took a few steps to my left, just as a blast of energy soared past me. I turned to see three Autobots behind me. I sent all my focus into the walls and they crashed into Jazz and Orix. I realised that my actions had probably alerted the other Autobots in the surrounding rooms. I had to find a way out of this.

A painful sensation shot through my arm, as one of the Autobots took aim. Had to focus. I found the door I required and quickly slammed through it. I locked it behind me and turned towards the mech I knew would be in there.

Although what I thought would be another warrior was in fact a medic. Not the main medic of the Autobots, but probably one of his staff. He had a scared expression on his face. It was evident he has not been in battle.

I retracted my dagger. I did not want to give him to wrong an impression. After what had happened outside, I didn't think it made a difference. I noticed he was working on a datapad. I knew he would not fight me, so I would use this to my advantage.

I stood up straighter. I was much taller than this Mech, so I probably looked intimidating. Exactly what I want.

But I did something that I thought I would never do, 'What are you working on?' I enquired the terrified medic in front of me. His eyes widened incredulously, and he looked at the datapad in his hands.

'Th-the damages s-sustained during the battle of Tyger Pax,' he stuttered out. I raised an optic ridge. At least the medics cared.

'Who is your Head tactician?' I asked him.

'Our Head Tactician?' he stood straighter, 'That's Hardsnare. He recently became the Head.'

Hardsnare. This name I did not know. I nodded to the medic, before a loud bang sent the door flying with sharp pieces of metal. Out of instinct I quickly froze them in the air. I had practiced with small objects in my free time and I could do this without any focus, just simple practice.

The Medic stared at the pieces of metal hovering in the air. He reached out to one and plucked it out of the void. He then turned his gaze to me. He seemed to be about to say something, but the Autobots came in, and I was sent into stasis.

Four earth months. That was what I was told when I eventually awoke. The energy I spent at defending myself must've worn me, for I had gone into a non-penetrable stasis. I would only wake up when I was fully functional.

I slowly opened my optics. But instead of an Autobot cell, or even a medical ward, I was looking at the face of an organic. I had learnt about the strange creatures made not of metal but of muscle. There were so many, but this one did not look familiar to the ones in our quadrant. It had Caucasian skin, black rolling off its head in curls, and green optics. It also appeared to be female.

It blinked at me and I blinked back. She looked away from me.

'Hey Ratchet, he's awake,' she looked back, 'um… hi,'

I was at the moment deciding how to react. Either get up and run, or reply.

I looked close, 'Fascinating.' She seemed slightly surprised at my reaction.

She the smirked, 'Not to bad yourself, handsome,' my optics widened and she started laughing. Just as another Autobot obstructed my vision. It appeared to be another medic.

'He seems fine. Better check,' the medic ran a scan on me. The organic was still staring intently. She then looked at Ratchet.

'So what's his name?' the medic glanced at her and replied shortly,

'Prowl.'

'Prowl. Cool. I'm Myra,' the girl was very friendly. That was weakness. I then realised that I was not in a cell. And I was not on Cybertron.

I jolted upright and nearly knocked her off. The medic caught her though.

'Watch it!' he shouted, 'Humans are not as strong as us!' so that's what she was. Human. I brought myself back to the present problem. We weren't on Cybertron. I wasn't in a cell, or dead, and there is an organic femme sending me dagger glares. Pain shot through my head at the illogical events.

The only way to get answers was to ask. If there was any other way, I would've much enjoyed anything else.

'Why are we not on Cybertron?' I asked Ratchet. His expression changed into one of sadness.

'Cybertron… is no longer livable.' He replied slowly, and tensely. Anger flowed through me. This was their entire fault. Megatron and Optimus could have stopped this. But they fought for power. The Prime could not say he fought for peace, not if Cybertron is now dead. Thousands of lives lost, all because of a feud between the two.

I tried to control my emotions; I didn't want to have the same incident that happened back at Iacon.

'How many… survived?' I asked the medic. His gaze faltered.

'Anybody who was inside the main building at Iacon survived. We took as many as we could, including you. We all fled off of Cybertron and went through a spacebridge. We arrived here, and met the humans,' he gestured to the girl, 'Altogether, the government knows about us, as well as a few civilians that are now under our care for their protection.'

The only ones in that building? But, the whole of Cybertron was left behind. The humans expression seemed to soften after the medic had explained.

'Hey, it's okay. You still have some of your allies here.' The atmosphere turned cold and I tensed at her simple sentence. Ratchet ceased what he was doing, and looked towards us.

'I… am not an Autobot,' I replied. Her eyes widened.

'You're a Decepticon?' she asked, slightly more hostile. I shook my head. She turned to Ratchet, a question evident. He sighed,

'Prowl, has not got a side, nor is he a neutral. Four months ago, he would've been killed on the spot-' I cut him off.

'So why am I still alive?' I demanded. He took a step back from me, the human brought further away. Why would the medic be so frightened?

Realization dawned. He must've heard about what I did. Brilliant. I will not be locked up in a cell, but neither will I be trusted.

He regained composure, 'Due to the uncountable deaths of many Cybertronians, none more will be killed for purpose of the guidelines,' Guidelines? They have guidelines on killing your own kind?

'Anyway, you're good to go. You're not an Autobot, but until you decide, and have been cleared for it, you will remain what you were. Until you can be one of us.' The medic walked away, leaving the girl in front of me. I scowled. One of them.

'So… you want the guided tour?' the organic asked me. This would be impossible to cope with.

I silently sighed, but grinned at her. I might as well go along with this, 'Very well, female organic.'

She laughed at that, 'Please, seriously call me Myra.'

'Yes… Myra,' she started walking and I followed. During a very long walk down a hallway, she interrogated me.

'What kind of vehicle can you change into? What type of weapons do you use? Why are you not an Autobot? What do you do in…' she trailed off when she noticed I was no longer following her. I was looking out of a window, at the scene before me. I had heard about this vegetation. We had learnt about it from the other planets in our quadrant, but this looked much different. The shade of green and interesting patterns of this vegetation was fascinating. More interesting than ever seen on Cybertron. Of course our planet is entirely metal.

Myra stood next to me. She smirked, 'Welcome to Earth, Prowl.'

(Myra's Perspective)

The entranced Cybertronian beside me was glued to the large courtyard outside. Most of the others had been surprised that there had been sentient beings very similar to them, minus the part about us being organic. This guy couldn't care less about seeing a human. I didn't know whether to feel insulted, or relieved that he hadn't stared at me, or been totally freaked out.

I heard voices coming from behind and turned to see Jazz and Orix coming down the hall. Those two were always together. I wondered if there was something between them.

'Jazz, Orix!' I called to them.

'Hey Myra,' Jazz replied. Orix simply waved. There were a few other femmes on the base, but none that I had grown partially acquainted with. I wonder if they had met Prowl. He was lucky though. He missed out the fighting when the Autobots arrived on Earth. The Decepticons had followed them and were attacking parts of America in the western region. Such as Washington, Oregon, Idaho, and California. The Autobots had been sent there to apprehend the Decepticons. I was some how caught in the crossfire. And by some amazing tampering by the Government, the world still did not know about the Cybertronians. Just we select few who got in the way.

They got closer to us. Prowl looked slightly worried. Probably nerves. I turned and started walking to them.

'Hey guys,'

'Hey. What are you doing here? You're usually in the games room.' Asked Orix.

'Oh. Well I went to the med bay to see Ratchet and…' I explained what had happened. I think I forgot to give his name, 'And now I'm showing him around the base. He seems most interested in the plants,' I motioned to the window.

'Cool. So where is this mech?' Jazz looked behind me.

'What do you mean? He's right…' I turned around and was greeted by an empty passage, 'Here.'

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