Lightstreak awoke to the annoying sounds of beeping machines. She switched on her optics to look for the source of the sound; it was a seeker, whom had been beaten badly. Lightstreak sat up so she could see the situation better; there were wounds all over his frame, some so bad they were seeping energon. Lightstreak put on a worried face when he looked in her direction; half of his faceplate was missing! Underneath where the strong metal should have been, were circuits, and wires that had all been burnt. Some were even shorting out. The doctor quickly rushed over to his newest patient, when another beep sounded.

"ARGH! I CANT GET A BREAK CAN I?*sigh*Your free of your infection Lightstreak, you'll be escorted back by one of my assistants." Knockout said pointing towards an eradicon. The eradicon came over and helped her discharge the cables that were attached to her frame. He then assisted her off of the metal table and out of the doors, down the hall, back towards the cell block. When suddenly their path was blocked by a looming shadow. The two looked up and froze in fear when Megatron spoke.

"You will not need to head back to your cell yet, we must go through interrogation first."

The eradicon nodded as he released Lightstreak from his grasp, and began to walk back towards the med-bay.

Megatron directed Lightstreak into a room, nearest the end of the hall. Where an aura of heat took over the room. Lightstreak looked around the room, only to find a similar sized femme, sitting adjacent from an empty one. The femme gestured towards the empty chair, which Lightstreak did graciously. The orange/red femme introduced herself as "Firestarter". She dropped a whip onto the table, and Lightstreak looked at it with caution. Thus Firestarter began her interrogation.

"How did you arrive here?"

"Well, I left Cybertron, in my ship of course, after receiving the order from Ultra Magnus to leave Cybertron."

"So you were in the Autobot Academy?"

"Yes ma'am"

"We'll aint that something, but that doesn't answer my first question. How did you get to Earth?"

"I hit the locator beacon inside my ship, which tracks the location of the nearest autobot."

"This must've been one of the ones we have in the cells."

"One of the ones?"

"Ya, we have the red mech, and a white and black predicon, as well as the leader of them all, Prediking."

"Hmmmmm."

"I think that will be enough." Said Megatron, but Megatron wasn't in the room. Lighstreak looked around the room, not noticing anything, until she looked out the corner of her optic. It was a large, purple/black mech. He walked forward, out of the shadows. Out of his torso came a long feeler that slithered its way towards Lightstreak. "Not to worry, Soundwave simply wants to do another quick scan on your processor."

Before Lightstreak could blink, the feeler connected itself to the back of her helm. Her memories past back in front of her optics, reliving great joys, and horrible tragedies. Then it was all over, the connection was lost when Soundwave disconnected his feeler from her helm. Lightstreak blinked, and then turned to look at the two Intelligence officers standing in front of her. Firestarter asked Soundwave to confine the femme, and escort her to her cell. Soundwave wrapped one of his feelers tightly around Lightstreak's servos. They silently walked down the corridors until they reached the cell blocks.

Cliffjumper just turned his optics to glance at me, trying to not draw attention to him. Then a roar was heard further down the cell block, which is right where we were heading. I turned to look back towards Cliffjumper, who looked at me warily, as if he knew something bad would happen. I turned back around and kept on walking, we came upon very large cells almost like cages. In one of them was a large brown and yellow dragon. He was ranting in a language that sounded familiar to Lightstreak, but she couldn't quite make sense of it. Soundwave went to the cage on the right of the large dragon and tossed Lightstreak in. The larger dragon stopped roaring to see the new addition. Soundwave glanced toward him, and walked away. The dragon watched with a weary optic as Soundwave left, making sure that they were alone the dragon turned to her. With a low hum, the dragon transformed into his robot form. "You're a Predicon!" Lightstreak said with excitement.

"Yes, I am. Though I must ask why are you here? They only bring predicons down this way."

Lightstreak looked up towards the looming form in front of her, "Well I am a triplechanger. That means that I have a robot form, a vehicle form, and a preditorial form."

"Interesting, but that is beside the point. My name is Prediking, and that poor creature over there is Firon." I looked into the other cage to my right, and saw a white and black dragon femme with spots of grey on her. She had small blue highlights around her optics. She looked towards Firon, and when their optics met, Firon averted her eyes. Prediking continued, "I was brought here with Shockwave, the ships only scientist. Firon was captured in a raid back on Cybertron, she is an autobot, but the desepticons disgracefully removed her insignia. So what is your name, and how did you get here." Prediking asked in curiosity.

"My name is Lightstreak, Sir. And I came to be upon this ship because, mine broke down. The cons barged into my ship and forced me into being a prisoner. Although not all of them are cruel, the medic, Knockout seems quite helpful and friendly."

Prediking nodded, and then asked a question. "So if you're a predicon, how come you haven't transformed yet?"

"Well when I do transform, I can't control my actions. I either blow something up or nearly kill someone." Lightstreak said gazing sadly down at Cliffjumper as she remembered the time she transformed to prove a point, resulting in the loss of an arm. (Luckily it was repaired)

"Well maybe this time, now that you have kin that can understand, you can transform and not fear for the sake of others."

Lightstreak nodded as she accepted to try. Prediking stepped back away from the bars, and slowly transformed into his predicon form. He then gestured towards Lightstreak, telling her to transform. She took a deep breath, and stood up. Then she transformed, doing a back flip, and landing on her front claws. Her silver, grey, and black metal body was covered in lime green luminous slashes. The golden spikes atop her helm became the horns atop her helm. Her tail was long, and matched the colors of her body, the very tip was in similar shape to her Sais, but in the middle the green flames could be switched on or off. Her wingspan was quite large; it took up the whole cell. (In reference that's about 1 ½ of a bot.)

Prediking told her through a dragons' language to first lie down. Lightstreak's reply was, "Who the frag are you?!"Lightstreak charged a flame in her spark, and then blasted it towards the unsuspecting Predicon leader. Prediking now knew the severity of the situation, not only could she not control her actions, she had a completely different self. Prediking turned back towards the femme dragon, "Okay Lightstreak I know you're in there, try and push through this barrier, let your real colors show."

The femme dragon looked questionably at him, and then she dropped to the floor. She started to wither around on the floor. Prediking knew she was fighting her secret-self, and it appeared that it was not a battle, it was a war. It appeared as though Lightstreak was winning, but only by a little bit. It seemed like eons, until the anger in her voice drained, and the fire in her optics. Lightstreak stood up and shook her helm. She had accomplished the impossible, she had been able to transform and handle her opposite side. She looked towards the mech who had helped her, Prediking.

Lightstreak pulled one of her forelegs under her and bowed. "Thank- you your highness."

"Formality isn't needed, in this situation. I was simply doing my part in helping kin."

"Thank-you then, I couldn't have done it without you."

Prediking nodded, but then a clang was heard down the hall. Predicon quickly went back into a fit throwing rage. Lightstreak transformed back into her robot form, as Shockwave walked down the hall. Shockwave turned at Prediking's cage. He unlocked the locks to the cell, and reached into it trying to retrieve the Predicon he had created.