I awoke in my ship engulfed in darkness. The power had officially gone out, and I vaguely remember before I left our war ravaged planet that it had a low power level. Then I went out, for I had set the ship to a stasis travel. This meant that as soon as it exited the atmosphere of Cybertron, it knocked its inhabitants out, until they arrived at their destination. So that probably meant I arrived at my destination. Actually I didn't know my destination, all I know is that I pressed the button that tracked the position of the nearest autobot. I arose from the pilot chair and walked down a cramped hallway, towards the energon cabinet. I opened the door there beside the blue glowing cubes, were my trusty little friends, Twin Sais, that can extend into swords, at the touch of a button. The best part is that I could mash them together to make them one, and they become a dagger, or a way to store them on my hip.
I picked them up, forgetting that I came for the energon, which was in very short supply anyway. I grabbed some nearby cleaner, and a cloth, and decided to clean them up a bit. After the years of energon caked on them, they probably needed it. I went to the pilot chair once more and scrubbed the weapons of mass destruction well, making sure to get in inside each little crack and crevice. I carefully scrubbed the blades of each, not wanting to puncture the cloth, which in turn would end up stabbing me. The smooth surface glided easily under the cloth, like a pond of oil that hadn't been disturbed. I slowly made my way to the hilt of the weapon; I gazed at the black/green swirled marble. The swirls of green inside of the black seemed to move on their own, twirling in a never ending dance. I moved to the top of the hilt, where a green gem resided. I slowly and carefully polished the gem, making small gentle strokes as I went. I set the cleaning materials aside, and pressed the gem. A quiet whirring sound could be heard in the dead silence of the ship.
Within moments of pressing the gem, a green flame appeared on the perimeter of the Sais, they soared up into the still air of my ship, where they slowly dissipated. The light emanating from the Sais diffused throughout the room. Suddenly a beep was heard from the control console of the ship. I put the twin Sais on my hip, and ran to the control board. I quickly pressed a few buttons, the beeping wouldn't stop. Suddenly a jolt could be felt from the back of the ship, I straightened myself and ran to the rear of the vessel. When I arrived I could see torches melting through the thick metal plating. I drew my Sais and pressed the gems on each of their hilts. The flames appeared just as the metal wall fell, the light poured into the darkness. It all happened so fast, I could feel multitudes of servos grabbing all over my frame, and then it all went black.
I awoke in a cell, where the stench of rust, energon, and lubricant were mixed. The smell of the room made my engines turn; I could feel the little amounts of energon left inside me rising up my throat. I tossed the remnants of sustenance out of my mouth. The foul substance covered the floor, and trailed down my chin. I moaned as my engines threatened to up-chuck again. From the cell adjacent, I heard a voice trying to get my attention. I scooted myself towards the entrance of my cell, the sound echoing through the vast network of halls. I turned my helm in the direction of the voice, my optics widened in joy. "CLIFFJUMPER! IS THAT YOU?"
The red mech swiftly nodded his helm up and down. Streams of lubricant trailing down my faceplate, as I saw my cousin, Cliffjumper, the one mech I thought I would never see again. Suddenly the sound of metal footsteps could be heard further down our cell block, making their way towards us. I quickly scooted away from the cell bars, and I quickly wiped my tears. I made my way to the back corner of the cell, and I turned my attention away from the shadowy mass that appeared across my cell. A deep grunt was heard, and I raised my helm to look at the large mass. I could see the large shoulder spikes of a warrior, the purple eyes radiating flames. I could feel my Optics dilate in fear, as I swiftly turned my helm back around, trying to hide from the fear slowly creeping up inside me. I could hear the clinking of the metal bars to my prison, the rusting locks rubbing against each other making my auditory sensors fry. I curled into a smaller ball, when I felt the ground shake under the large mech's pedes. Then I heard a screech of metal, and a grunt as somebot hit the ground, hard. I slowly turned around to see none other than The Warlord himself, Megatron, lying there in a pile of engine fluid. The warlord sat up and rubbed his helm, as of no doubt the fall gave him a huge processor-ache.
He rose, and stumbled towards me. I could see him now, the scar designed body of a gladiator. I closed my eyes, as I remembered my father dying in a gladiatorial match to the death, which hadn't actually been to the death he just happened to get his helm removed. All too soon the memory was interrupted when large servos grasped her torso, and she was flung over the shoulder of the warlord. She bumped against his back, the remnants of her engine fluid getting all over her front, some of it trailed into her mouth and down her throat. She coughed it up, along with the rest of the remains of her internal fluids. The mixture rolled down Megatron's back and onto the floor.
Megatron growled as he felt the vile fluid role down his back, he turned the femme over to where he could carry her in a cradled position. The small silver femme stared up at the large mech with fear filled optics; the only thing she wished is that she could be beside Cliffjumper, to at least give him a hug. Megatron looked down at the shaking femme; he became transfixed on her luminous, green optics. Megatron asked in complete curiosity, "Why do you have green optics?"
"W…we'll Sir, uh I have the…them because, well uh my mother was a triple changer, and my father was a predicon. Their CNA codes made a transformer that could become a dragon, a vehicle, or a normal bot, Sir. My green optics are a mix between my father's yellow optics, and my mother's blue ones." The silver femme said stumbling over her words. Megatron stared with a face of further curiosity, and utter fear. The femme continued, "I always knew I was different, but, well I haven't really gotten control over my predatory side yet. When I transform I just lose control, my processor goes blurry, and I can't think. That's why I rely on my Twin Sais, or my blasters to protect me."
The femme knew it wouldn't be smart to attempt anything, for it would result in death. She slowly nestled herself tighter into a ball and remained silent, as the sound of footsteps lulled her into recharge. The femme awoke on a metal slab, all of the engine fluid had been washed away, and she felt fully rested. A red mech and a purple mech walked over to where she lay. "How are you feeling, you suffered from a large loss of energon, causing a small infection in your engine, which caused it to constantly turn. We wanted to wait for you to on-line so that we could start administering medicine, and so you could digest some fresh energon."
She nodded solemnly, she felt weak, and sick, and powerless. The red medic walked over and handed her a cube of energon, He told her to slowly sip the food, as he administered the medicine. Then just before he inserted the syringe, he said, "Off the record, my name is Knockout. What's yours?" The femme said bluntly, "Lightstreak."
Knockout finished administering the medication, as Lightstreak finished her cube of energon. The doctor took the cube from her, and dropped it into the nearby sink, where it settled into silence. Lightstreak looked around the room, until she settled her optics on something sitting in a cage, in the corner of the room. It was her Sais, apparently the science lab and medical bay were somewhat attached to each other. Knockout caught her staring, and 'tsk'd' her. Lightstreak averted her eyes feeling embarrassed at being caught. She decided to pick up a conversation with the doctor aiding her. "So, uh when am I discharged to my cell?" "You want to get rid of me that fast?! Well I guess when your signals even out, and I can't find traces of that nasty infection." Lightstreak just nodded, as she turned over and faced the door. She reluctantly fell back into recharge, as she had nothing interesting to do.