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(Normal POV)
'Hey Prowl,' her shaggy brown hair covered her eyes as she looked at the unconscious Praxian. She smirked. She was glad that she had grabbed him from the base before anything else had happened.
It was a surprise to sense Prowl on Earth. They had met on the mental plain, when he was meditating and she was asleep. They had quickly developed a friendship. He had told her all about Cybertron. The war, the cities, the Cybertronians, Autobots, Decepticons, Praxus, Simfur, Typhern, Tyger Pax, Iacon. She had asked which side he was fighting for, and he had replied simply, 'None.' She hadn't heard from him in a while, and was afraid that he had gotten killed during the war. She didn't show a lot of emotions outwardly and hardly had any social grace to speak of. Prowl and her got along great.
So after four months of silence from his end, she detected his mental presence up north. The thought of him being on Earth baffled her and, per instincts, she traveled up there.
It took a lot of looking, and quite a bit of meditation, to lock onto his target, but she had found it was at a secluded military base. She snuck around the base with fake credentials, agent Mclenn. She stayed undercover for the duration of four months, until she saw Prowl being shown around by a young girl, round about in her early twenties.
She watched as Prowl vanished from sight when Jazz and Orix showed up, and followed him through the base, being careful that no one spotted her. She followed them to the courtyard, and watched the events unfold. She saw Prowl get angry, and couldn't help but shudder. His powers were to be brought to mind. Why hadn't he told her about them? I suppose he can have some privacy, but seriously! They communicated IN THE MENTAL REALM! It's not like anything else would be let loose. She wondered what else he had hidden from her. With growing unease, she recalled how she had gotten Prowl out of that situation.
The ground had just been torn out from the Earth, and the young girl had just fallen in an unconscious heap. Prowl's eyes had been completely black, and his control over his own mind seemed to be slipping. She brought out the grey box she'd been carrying on her person the first day she went undercover. She had placed a bomb near a pressure point in the building, and if she was correct, then the explosion would definitely draw their attention.
When her and Prowl had communicated on the mental plane, he had showed her some of the foundations fro a teleportation device. Or a portal opener. Or a-
She forgot what he called it.
He told her that an engineer he knew before the war had designed it, and he remembered the blue prints. She created one out of meager supplies a year later. So far, it had come in handy.
When they were distracted, she had run up to prowl and opened the portal beneath him. He fell through and the pieces of rock fell. She went in afterwards, but not before they spotted her.
'Hey!' a red and white Autobot had shouted. She suspected he was the medic.
And now they were at a warehouse that she upheld, out in the desert. Very isolated, but the teleporter helped her get to shopping strips for food and survival supplies.
It currently felt like a hundred degrees, and she contemplated going to her summer retreat, up in Montenegro. Much cooler there than here.
She heard stirring behind her, and went to the place where Prowl was. His optics were slowly on lining. After a few minutes he was fully awake. He looked towards her.
'Eliza?' he asked. She nodded.
It's been a while, hasn't it Prowl? Her voice entered his processor.
Unfortunately. I am sorry that I haven't contacted you. But it is fascinating to meet you in your biological form. A slight grin graced her lips at the reply. Prowl and Eliza could communicate telepathically, thanks to them both perfecting the mental state.
It's fine. You had a good excuse. Prowl cringed slightly at the memory.
Where are we? He "asked".
We're in my winter home, set in the desert. I prefer places that are a decent temperature in the Winter, as well as places with a good climate in the Summer. She replied.
How did you get me here? Last thing I remember was blacking out when the ground started moving.
Do you remember the um… what was that thing you showed me with the teleportation. She brought up a mental picture.
The ground bridge? You created a fully functional ground bridge using the primitive technology on this planet? Prowl was impressed. He didn't show it openly though.
Earth isn't as pathetic as other alien races picture it. Though, compared to Cybertron, we are pretty… primal. She defended her home planet in a terrible attempt.
Understood. How did you find me?
I sensed your presence. I am familiar with Earth, while you are not, so it made it much easier to track you. You would've sensed me if I was on Cybertron. She explained the concept.
Fascinating. He ended the connection, 'How are you?' he took up the polite pleasantries that both had perfected so well when on the mental plane.
'I am good, but I wish that my family didn't continually pester me,' her mood darkened.
'Be glad there is someone to look out for you. On Cybertron, when the war started, a lot of younglings were orphaned. Their families were either killed, or their parents deserted them.'
'Puts things into perspective. But my father's line of work is something that provides for the family, but also puts us in danger. He works in politics, high up on the chain, and so lies must be spread for his party to get the high point.' She walked towards a set of stairs that led up to a higher ground level, 'Which is why I chose a different type of job.' She pulled a lever and the wall moved back, revealing a set of extremely advanced computers, 'I keep surveillance on the Earths main satellite, looking out for drug dealers, murderers, mafia goons and head mafia. Basically, anybody who does anything wrong. I inform the feds, they go get the guy.'
'Impressive.' Prowl was impressed. And slightly embarrassed that his own living quarters were not up to any standard.
'So what's your family like?' Eliza closed the computer terminals and resealed the wall.
Prowl went rigid, 'I… don't remember,' Prowl did not remember his creators but he did remember his siblings, who were with him in the orphanage. This was before the war, so there really wasn't any excuse as to why they were there.
Flashback
'Give it back Swingglide!' Shouted Barricade as he tackled his sister to the ground, trying to grab the piece of metal alloy, the only interesting thing in the home. It wasn't a very well financed orphanage, so all the money went to energon rations. The rich were luckier than them, so energon was a ration for them, even before the war.
'Quit it you two.' Prowl's older brother went towards the two fighting younglings. He was in his second frame and was the oldest of the four.
'Oh, come on Seyer! I had this before Barricade! It's rightfully mine!' whined Swingglide. Her and Barricade were the same age. Prowl was slightly younger, but not by much.
While the two got into a heated argument, Prowl entered the room. He barely even glanced at them, before going to sit by the only window in the house, which looked out across the street. The neighborhood was tacky and unkempt. One of the worst parts of Praxus.
Seyer went over to his younger brother, 'Hey Prowl,' Prowl didn't reply. Even as a youngling he had been emotionless, a trait that would undoubtedly help him in the oncoming future.
'What 'ya looking at?' asked Seyer. Prowl sent him a quick glance but then focused his attention back to the street. Why did his brother have to be so nosy and inquisitive? He simply wanted to be left alone.
Seyer was about to ask something else, but Barricade shouted up, 'It's mine now!' he ran towards the older and younger Cybertronians by the window, and slammed into them.
Fool, thought Prowl as he was slammed into the wall. Out of all of them, Barricade had the most brawn. Swingglide ran by and grabbed it. She was one of the more deceitful, and could lie her way out of any situation. Seyer was always asking questions. And Prowl was the most logical and nimble.
But none of the siblings knew their creators. But then again, who would want to know the people that sent them to this place.
End Flashback
Eliza watched Prowl closely. Neither of them moved, or even talked. Prowl noticed her eyes which were an unusual shade of brown. Almost nearing gold. They may have met continuously on the mental plane, but you were too focused on being able to stay there to notice much else.
Eventually a loud noise broke the silence. Prowl flinched, but Eliza seemed to spring into action. She opened the computer terminals and began typing.
'There seems to be some sort of energy sources moving towards us,' she said hurriedly. Prowl looked over her shoulder and froze. Those energy pinpoints.
'We have to get out of here.' He said quickly. He grabbed Eliza, much to her displeasure.
'Why?' she asked, 'Are those the Autobots?'
'No. They are Decepticons. Much worse. Where are the ground bridge controls?' Eliza pulled out a small box, with a flashing screen.
'Could you set it for somewhere far away from here, particularly a cloaked location?' he asked.
Eliza paused for a moment. She looked up, 'I've got a perfect place.'
The Decepticons were moving fast and quickly came across the Warehouse.
'Sir, there don't appear to be any forms inside.' A ground trooper supplied for his squadron leader.
'Well then they're obviously cloaked, you IDIOT! Now quit delaying and get in there!' the troops transformed into their bipedal mode and ran the rest of the way. The leader transformed, just as another Decepticon pulled up.
'You sure this was his energy signature?' asked the obviously female Decepticon, transforming as well.
'When have I been wrong?' he asked. The femme smirked.
'Was that supposed to be a rhetorical question?' the mech growled low.
'I would think you should treat me with some respect!' he shouted.
'Please! I outrank you a million to one,' she replied rudely.
'I didn't mean in the professional field, sister.' He hissed. She only laughed.
'I'm better than you even then,' she grinned. He started to lunge for her, but a comm. message stopped him.
/: Sir:/ a troops voice.
/: What is it!:/ He shouted.
The troop hesitated /:There is nobody in here, sir:/
The leader cut the message.
'Well?' asked the femme.
'Prowl got away,' he hissed low. The femme growled.
'That's what we get for having you in charge Barricade! If I had been leading this scout-' Barricade cut her off.
'Shut up Swingglide! We have larger priorities.' The two transformed and went back the way they came.
Prowl would be caught. That is for sure.
Yes, I updated!
Sorry about that, very busy week. Well now you know more about Prowl and you've met Eliza.
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