The Decepticons had stormed random cities on Cybertron and attacked; the Autobots didn't have any warning.
Nor did they have any time to prepare.
It was chaos.
Autobots struggled to keep the 'Cons at bay, but they just kept coming.
Overwhelmed and outnumbered, some Autobots fell into hiding while others were forced to endure harsh conditions thanks to the tyranny of the Decepticon faction.
As time went on, the planet fell to Decepticon rule and finding an Autobot not on the surface forced to endure all the torture and chaos was rare unless you were an Autobot making runs to the surface to find something and make it back underground.
Magnoblade drove as fast as she could through the tunnels.
She couldn't let the Decepticons get what it was she was carrying.
Or, more specifically, who it was she was carrying.
Lying curled up in the back of her vehicle mode was a pink and maroon sparkling she had rescued.
The tiny femme was of a flyer build from what the black femme could tell.
She herself couldn't help the poor sparkling, as much as she wanted to.
Fliers weren't the only models to have protective programming when it came to sparklings, femmes have the programming as well.
A small cry escaped the sparkling that wanted to be fed.
"Not much longer and we'll be at the drop off place," Magnoblade told, though she doubted the sparkling would understand what was being said to her.
In no way would the Decepticons get hold of the sparkling, as any one of them could be either added to the Decepticon ranks or get eliminated on sight.
Neither option was a good one and any sparkling found by the Autobots was to be sent to a secret underground location where the Decepticons couldn't find them and would be cared for.
When Magnoblade got to the location, she transformed to root mode, the sparkling landing in her arms.
The black femme went to the door and knocked twice.
"Who's there?" A voice asked.
"It's Magnoblade. I'm here with a sparkling," she whispered, in case the enemy was nearby.
"Password?"
The Autobot symbol on her chestplate flashed in Cybertronian Morse code, saying the names of each of the high-ranking officers of the Autobots.
After she finished, the door opened and Magnoblade walked in.
The door was shut after her.
"Were you followed?" The mech asked.
"No," Magnoblade told.
"If I was, I would've known by now."
Magnoblade walked further into the room, where she saw a couple groups of mechs.
One of the mechs took notice of her and the sparkling in her arms.
His optics widened at that.
"Valentine!" He exclaimed and was immediately standing in front of the black femme, gently taking the maroon and pink sparkling from her.
Valentine smiled and cooed when she saw who was holding her.
"You're her sire I presume?" Magnoblade asked and looked over the mech.
Helicopter build, which would explain Valentine being a flier as well.
The red and white mech looked at her, holding the sparkling close.
"Yeah, I am. Thanks for finding her."
Magnoblade nodded in response.
"I would never let anything bad happen to a sparkling. By the way, you might want to feed her."
And with that, Magnoblade turned and left to go find more sparklings to save, not caring if the helo was watching her.
