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There was brightness, too much for her liking. It swallowed her completely, making her unsure what was reality and illusion. There was nothing for a while. A blissful nothing. It was safe and secure, free of all whom she despised. For a moment, Andromeda had intended on staying in this place.

However, she had no control over the situation, and reality was as if she had landed on a rock.

Andromeda immediately opened her optics. She groaned and lied there for a while. The femme didn't want to get up. The ground was comfortable. It was too soon. If Andromeda got up, she'd actually have to do things and formulate plans... ahgg she was getting a processor-ache from just thinking about it!

It wasn't until she felt dry particles enter her seams did she bolt up. There was an unbearable amount entering her joins, making her very uncomfortable.

The ex-guardian rose up and looked down at her armor. Her optics quickly detected the places on her frame most contaminated. It wasn't difficult; there was dust everywhere! Andromeda began squirming and shaking to remove any remaining particles. This dust was a lot smaller and more annoying than Cybertron's own grime.

"Why. Is. There. So. Much. Dust?!" she took care in making sure her armor was rid of most of it. It was a tedious task that made her lose patience quickly. It was a sin to try to look at one's best.

Once that was taken care of, she averted her attention to the next most important thing.

What planet did Primus say she was in?

Some smaller world... oh yes, Planet Earth—more like planet dirt. Despite her clever remark, her processor didn't have much knowledge of her correct location.

Scratch that, Andromeda had absolutely no idea what earth was or what type of creatures inhabited the planet. She also had no clue on the planet's mass or measurement in size.

That made another issue on her long list. How the heck was she supposed to find Megatron there? The femme didn't have much advantage there. Maybe actually knowing what he looked like, could have been useful.

Gah! She needed information, and she needed it quick. Her wings gave a few irritable twitches before she took a few steps forward.

Where she was walking, Andromeda didn't know. So began her long path of walking towards oblivion.

Essentially, her first notion was that it was nice to stretch her legs out, loosen her joints up a bit. At least if she walked forward she would be getting somewhere. Since Andromeda had no real knowledge of time, she wouldn't stop soon. Andromeda continued forward, dust getting more abundant as she proceeded.

The large ball of fire, also referred as the sun, seemed to go away after a certain period of time. It was replaced by a smaller star: the moon. It didn't really give off much light but it was comforting. It was the only thing she could see, excluding all the stupid dust.

The femme was regretting not taking a vehicle form when she had the chance. She wished she had some kind of form so that she could speed this up. Not only that, but her wings ached for flight, and honestly, anywhere was better than this filth place. Andromeda made a noise of discomfort.

Her optics searched the whole area, detecting for any life signatures or possible exits. It all looked the same to her. Everything! Nothing seemed distinct, gah! This planet was so plain! This mission was obviously a mistake. Because of the space-craft probably still on Cybertron, Andromeda was limited to walking and less closer to finding any trace of the high and mighty Megatron!

For all she knew, there was no life on this planet of dirt.

Her optics scanned north and south of her for a brief moment. They narrowed when they caught a source of inferior technology. It was a pair of lights.

Andromeda wasted no moment to begin running towards it. In less than a breathe, she had already closed the distance between her and the thing.

Her pedes stepped on a platform, standing in the direction the vehicle was heading. It would either stop, or collide with her. Hopefully the first option but whatever happened... happened. It seemed small enough though. Something good ought to happen to her for once.

Andromeda stood there for a few moments and the vehicle immediately swerved. Not long after did she realize that there was an organism in the vehicle... weird.

A tiny creature hastily exited and looked up at her. It yelled out inaudible things and continually pointed at her. Prettle unintelligent if you asked her. Andromeda assumed that this vermin was the dominant species of this planet. Maybe it could give her answers.

It stood dumbly in front of her yelling out more gibberish.

Andromeda stepped forward and grabbed the little thing. It squirmed in her gasp and screamed when she squeezed too hard. Damn, those were squishy little pests.

"You're an ugly thing aren't you?" she questioned. She turned it, examining the species from different angles, much to its discomfort. "Where am I?"

It spoke incompressible things. It most likely spoke a different language. Her audios adjusted to its voice, waiting for certain signals to synchronize into her processor.

"Ah! Let me go you Robot!" it screamed.

She almost scoffed at the primitive word.

"Tell me where I am." she stated. Her vocal transmitters were a bit different as it adjusted to the new language.

"Ahh! No don't probe me, man!" it yelled.

"Probe?" she asked arching an optic-ridge.

The thing managed to get its arms free. In its tiny squishy servos, it held technology, albeit rudimentary. "Hello? 911? Yes, I'm being abducted by aliens please help!"

Andromeda plucked the technology from its grasp, accidentally crushing it in the process.

"No, my phone!"

Oh great, now the things was squirming! She shook the creature in her hands to get it to calm down. It eventually did. "Tell me where I am." she spoke.

"Hey man, I was just driving through this state—"

She repeated her question, unafraid to raise her voice.

"Y-you're in Nevada I think," It shielded itself with its arms.

"Nev-ada?" she asked. It didn't really help her situation. Andromeda pondered for a few moments, forgetting she had the creature in her servos.

She had no idea where she was, no energon, no knowledge of Megatron, and she was no where near completing her mission! Primus set her up for failure dammit! In the end, the only one scrapped was yet again, her. Andromeda let out a deep long groan.

She was so frustrated she wanted to punch a wall. She looked around realizing that there was nothing since she was surrounded by nothing! Her irk caused her to kick the creature's vehicle, smashing it in the process.

The femme's audios picked up on the familiar roar of the engine. She was 60% sure it wasn't the one she had just destroyed. This engine sounded more familiar... Her wings stood up in alarm and her head turned towards the source. The thing was still in her servo but she had simply ignored it at this point.

She didn't know what was happening or if she should choose fight or flight (not that she could fly), so she stood there.

However, before she could actually chose, multiple vehicles surrounded her. Not that she was scared. Andromeda would smash them as she did with the other one. She only began to have doubts when they all simultaneously transformed into Cybertronians.

The seeker's optics widened at the opportunity. This was the type of sign of life she was looking for! Other mechs could lead her to the mech she was searching for. So she had gotten somewhere after all. Those Cybertronians would lead her to Megatron, all she had to do was play her cards right.

All of them surrounded her, lethal weapons on every one of them. The way they were all pointed at her made her very agitated. She flinched slightly making an uncomfortable noise.

The largest one spoke directly at her.

"Release the human before we are forced to react with violence." he said. Andromeda didn't like the way he was giving out commands to her. But the femme wasn't stupid. She knew when the odds were against her and although it hurt her pride, she did as she was told.

The seeker immediately dropped the thing onto the ground. It made a thud and it groaned. It would have helped if she had been a little more gentle...

Her wide optics stared at the one who had spoken to her. Andromeda had yet to respond.

"I advise against harming the humans of this planet." he said. She looked at him strangely.

"Harm them? I'm not here to harm them." Andromeda replied furrowing her optics ridges.

"Who are you?" he asked. There was silence. The other Cybertronians weren't budging. In fact, their grip on their weapons seemed to be tightening. She shifted her fingers slowly, beginning to clench them. Her wings hadn't lowered; that would mean submission. Submission was a commitment, one she wasn't ready to make.

The one who had spoken at her didn't break optic-contact... but neither did she. Taking a deep breathe she spoke.

"My designation is Meda." she lied. It was only half of her name, but she didn't exactly want to be recognized for future purposes.

"Why are you on earth?" his resonant voice suggested he was some sort of leader. She could sense it. Her programming told her. The way he stood, the manner in which he spoke, the authority in how he looked at her.

Could this be Megatron? It was hard to tell. How could she know? Well, there was a way to know. Andromeda just prayed that things wouldn't go haywire. Maybe for once, things would go in her favor.

"Are you Megatron?" she asked.

The mech's optics widened and things went silent yet again. However, this silence seemed to be full of tension rather than danger. She heard a few whispers and weapons shifting yet again. The atmosphere changed into one she wasn't too sure she preferred this. Andromeda looked around, befuddled at the Cybertronian's behavior. The femme had a feeling she didn't quite say the right thing.

Like always, she messed things up. Andromeda quietly sighed.

"She's a neutral." uttered another voice. Her head jerked in the direction, alarmed at the accusation.

"Neutral?" she asked.

"You don't align yourself with Decepticons or Autobots. You have no insignia on you. " the same voice stated. It was a large, round green mech, his weapon matching his size. True, the ex-guardian seemed to exceed the height of most of these Cybertronians, which could have been helpful... but skill outweighed size every time.

"Who?" she asked taken aback.

Silence was fragile and easily broken.

"Do you align yourself with any faction?" he asked.

"Only with Primus." her statement was meant to be half ironic and half sarcastic.

"We will give you the opportunity to come with us, provided you don't attack anybot or human. Do I have your trust?" came from the leader. Andromeda sensed that the other Cybertronians had many rebuttals against her.

"Yes." she responded immediately. It wasn't the first time someone had answered that question. By now, her response had simply been involuntary; simply out of habit.

The mech put his finger to his audio, "Ratchet, requesting space-bridge."

Following his words, everything happened almost too quickly.

A giant portal suddenly opened before them.

She followed the largest bot, the who had spoken to her.

Andromeda could feel the glares of some other Cybertronians as they followed.

She glanced at them before raising her wings in indifference.

Two days had gone by, as they called it.

Things had been tense; Andromeda sensed they didn't like her. She knew because of the way some of them murmured the name "Nail" at her. She didn't know what that was, but the femme somehow suspected it wasn't good. The other Cybertronians, Autobots as they called themselves, kept much information from her.

It didn't bother Andromeda, as long as it didn't prevent her from her goal. She wasn't there to socialize nor did she want to. Speaking of which, she still didn't know who or where exactly Megatron was. She had to be cautious when mentioning his designation around base; the others weren't on keen on hearing it. The name of Megatron was always uttered with a scowl or a bitter facial expression. Andromeda had to assume that he was disliked among those Cybertronians.

That didn't help her mission at all. How could she ask of his whereabouts without seeming suspicious. It appeared they already where as it is. She needed to know if he was an enemy to them, or rather to confirm her suspicions. Perhaps a good rouse could allow her gain some information. Andromeda needed to lay out her blueprints for the battle field. If she stood where she was, it would take longer before she finally left this world. Bluntly asking was out of the question (it failed the first time.) Trust was very shaky among her and them. Andromeda didn't know much about what was going on either, much to her disadvantage. The femme had had a rough start and things didn't seem to be getting better.

She hadn't attempted anything as if late, though it wasn't as if she could. Optimus had made it crystal clear of who dominated the base.

Andromeda was astonished to discover that he was a Prime. (No wonder he was taller than her.) That mech- that Cybertronian, was a Prime! A living Prime. In the place where she had been created, the 13 original Primes were the utmost respected beings. Many guardians worshipped them along with Primus. From what she had learned, there had been no more since they all deceased.

If Optimus had been given that title, shouldn't she trust him? Primus and the other guardians would frown upon her if they knew she didn't utterly respect him. He was on her side, technically. Then why didn't she let herself confide him? Optimus Prime was the leader of this band of "Autobots". All of them held reliance and confidentiality towards him. The tall mech had welcomed her into his base, but exactly held her back?

Pride.

Ah yes, her pride.

Primus had given this mission only to her, and she intended on completing it on her own. Andromeda didn't need assistance from anyone, especially a Prime. She was going to show Primus that she could do this, damn her spark if she accepted anyone's help.

Any other of Primus' guardians would surely receive help from a Prime like such, but Andromeda wasn't like any of them. She looked down at her hands and clenched all her fingers. Her goal was to relieve Megatron of all evil, not dillydally with some Prime. He was just an obstacle she would move around. He wouldn't set her back and he wouldn't help her.

"Meda," at first she didn't react at the name. No one had ever called her that, so the sound of it being directed at her was foreign. The femme was quickly affront of whom called her. Her blue optics regarded him with wariness and uncertainty. Her programming told her to lower her wings in submission to this Prime, but Andromeda defiantly fought it.

"I want to give you a chance into our team. To join us Autobots to fight against the Decepticons and bring forth a new Cybertron." Optimus Prime said. She noticed how straight forward he was, down to business. Not wasting a minute, she bought up questions.

"Who are Decepticons?" she asked quietly. The question might have sounded innocent, but in reality, Andromeda would be benefitting from it completely.

"The Decepticons are those who are responsible for the destruction of our planet," he spoke. Cybertron wasn't her planet and she wasn't created there, she had to remark to herself. "Ruled by their leader Megatron-"

Primus, did he just say...

"Megatron?" she asked aloud. Her optics widened when she realized that she had accidentally said that out loud. Optimus regarded her for a few seconds.

"Yes, he has slaughtered many and left fatal blows to our home planet and our team. We fight to end his tyranny. Join us Meda," Optimus said, "Do I have your trust?"

He extended his hand towards her. Andromeda narrowed her optics at it and up at him. She studied it for a moment. Why was he offering this commitment to her? Many thoughts jumbled her head and Andromeda didn't know what to say.

Her response was to grip his hand firmly.

Primus forbid her, lying to a Prime. It was something to be shamed upon.

But no one was there to judge her, and no one was there to stop her.

Though she shouldn't be doing this. Her coding screamed at her not to go through her bad intentions. Even as an ex-guardian, protocol was to obey.

"When can I fight alongside you all?" she uttered her words with hesitation.

"All in good time, Meda," the Prime spoke, "Megatron's army was recently spotted. The others will scout as soon as tomorrow. If anything is to happen, I will send you out as a means of backup." the Prime spoke. His army?

She nodded.

"Very well then, you are dismissed, Meda."

"Thank you, Optimus Prime," she dipped her head as a sign of respect.

Tomorrow?

Optimus lightly smiled at her.

She hadn't planned on meeting Megatron so soon.

...

Andromeda would look forward to it.

To be Continued...