"Ahhhh Soundwave what brings you to my abode?"

"Reason: Emergency!"

Megatron rumbled than looked towards the anxious intelligence chief. He had never seen his TIC so worked up, Soundwave had a shape of fear on his frame, and it was extremely rare."Soundwave come with me!"

Soundwave nodded and ran down the nearby hall behind the lumbering Megatron. When they entered a room at the end of the corridor, they abruptly stopped he quickly sent Lazerbeak to hook up to the large monitor in the middle of the room. Soundwave quickly set to work hooking up everything to the monitor to where they could view the security feed. Soundwave took a step back and allowed the warlord to view the screen.

"Soundwave what could be so important, that you break secrecy to fly here?" Megatron spoke.

Soundwave quickly pressed the button to start the video. Megatron's face diminished from his normal grin to a face of hate and betrayal.

"That is one of the former autobots, I recognize her from our brief time of her being our captive, and that is a former vehicon (Most likely Steve). And that large mech I do not recognize. Soundwave I will need you to do a search on him."

Then an all too familiar voice came through the recording.

"Starscream, I should have known he would be up to his old tricks!"

All of a sudden a comm. came over the comm. Link "Sir, Commander Starscream has returned to the citadel—He requests permission to speak to you_"

"Very well send him my way."

Not long after the message was sent, the high-strung seeker found his way into the surveillance room. "Starscream, perhaps you could clear something up for me."

"What is it master?"

Megatron stepped to the side allowing view of Soundwave, and the security feed. "Emm umm that looks like a security feed taken by Lazerbeak."

"Yes, but let us listen to it and see what you can uncover?"

Soundwave switched on the audio and replayed the feed. Starscream cringed at the sound of his own voice.
-

Ratchet looked towards the clock; Lightstreak was late, and not reasonably late. She was three to four hours late. He made his way to the phone and proceeded to dial the number that belonged to Lightstreak and Smokescreen's home. No reply, he then called Smokescreen. After a few seconds, "Hey Ratch what's up?"

"Did Lightstreak leave the house today?"

"Yea why?"

"She has not yet arrived and it's only a little bit before we close for the day…"

"Hmm I wonder why she hasn't shown up yet."

"Yes, very interesting… Are you almost off your shift at Iacon?"

"Yea I have an hour left, I'll head over soon."

"Very well."

Smokescreen swiftly walked through the entry gates of Iacon, and proceeded to drive all the way to the hospital where a former Warlord and intelligence chief were making their way inside. Soundwave and Megatron, what could they possibly need from the hospital?"

Smokescreen transformed and ran through the doors, where he found Megatron and Soundwave conversing with Ratchet. Well Megatron was conversing, Soundwave was presenting information.

"Smokescreen, I believe I now know why Lightstreak has not shown up today…"

Soundwave turned a blipped the security feed onto his visor. Smokescreen stared in shock; a tear of lubricant welled inside of his optics and permitted to fall down his face-plate. He swiftly turned to leave and ran back through the doors he had previously come through.

"Smokescreen wait!"

"Come we will follow, to see if we can offer assistance. For as Soundwave tells me, other autobots are also disappearing…"

Ratchet, Soundwave, and Megatron followed Smokescreen down the dark desolate streets. Smokescreen turned a corner ahead of them, and when the posse permitted to turn the corner they almost tumbled over a hunched Smokescreen. "Smokescreen what do you think you were doi… Smokescreen!?"

Smokescreen was staring at a small puddle of energon, not blue like the normal color, but a mix of yellow and green. Green being the most prominent and on the outside it was yellow. The tears began to flow continuously, he could not stop them.
"Ratchet, where did she go?"
-

Lightstreak on-lined her optics, and as she looked around she could only see darkness. She struggled to move but found it impossible.

"ungh uh where am I?"

She adjusted he optics and looked down at herself, she was bound to a table. Her chassis were strapped as well as her peds and her servos, luckily her abdomen was free. Lightstreak suddenly began to worry, was her sparkling okay?

Lightstreak sent a small tremor through her spark, after a few seconds she got a smaller tremor back. The femme sighed in relief only to be met with more fear. Out of the shadows stepped the mech named Stormshade. He came closer and leaned into the femmes faceplates. Lightstreak turned away trying to escape the larger mechs antics.

"Don't worry little femme I won't hurt you, I just want to get to know each other better…"

Lightstreak cringed as Stormshade ran a servo down her frame, making her tremor at the unwanted touch. Stormshade slowly made his way towards her abdomen and proceeded to feel the small bump that resided there. Lightstreak retaliated by attempting to buck herself into the grubby mech. He graciously accepted the challenge my planting a kiss on her faceplates. He slowly began to weave his glossa into her mouth, and when it was in far enough she took her denta and bit down hard.

Stormshade quickly stood himself up and stumbled to the other side of the room. He covered his mouth with his servo, as spurts of energon began to seep out of cracks.

"Wha guh aag us at or?" He said to the best of his ability.

"Don't touch me you dirty mech!"

Stormshade looked hurt as he walked off into a corner, as he began to cry. Suddenly another sound came from a different direction, the sound of metal on metal. Out of the dark came the red slivers of optics and the all too familiar sound of metal heels on the metal floor.

"Ungh Starscream! What do you want with us?"

"Us?"

"Me I said me are you deaf!?"

"Shut up miserable whelp!" Starscream said smacking the femme across her faceplate leaving small lines of energon as it made contact.

"Ahhh! Please tell me what you want; perhaps we could make a deal!"

"I am not in the mood for making deals imbecile; I tend to use you as a piece in the game of power."

"I would be of no use to you… I have no particular part in the roles of power!"

"Do not interrupt the thinking process of your future leader, and besides you are quite a big piece. For you see when the prime realizes his former team is disappearing, than he will go to the one he believes is responsible, Megatron. All too quickly alliances will be crushed as a war will arise. In which Megatron will parish and I will rise to the throne!"

"Ungh!"

"What what is wrong with you femme!"

"Nothing it's nothing, Ahhh!"

"Hmmmm, Where is Stormshade?"

Starscream looked towards the direction of the weeping mech, large streams of lubricant ran down his faceplates as well as the energon spewing from his mouth.

"What happened to you?"

"*sniff sniff* That mean femme bit my glossa!"

Starscream growled at the femme and walked towards the distressed Stormshade, helping him up and leading him off towards a separate room resided, the one containing a semi medic named ST3V3.

"I wonder if I can somehow escape or call for help?" The femme thought to herself. "I'm such a scraplet why didn't I think of this before!"

Lightstreak concentrated her might into the joints of her constricted frame until the moment of truth came upon her, Transformation! First broke her servos, than her pedes, and finally with a little more effort her chassis were freed. Lightstreak jumped to the floor now in her preditorial form. Lightstreak quickly began to run down the corridor that Starscream had recently come through. Where she was things were very dark, and as she ascended the levels of the hidden facility things began to brighten.

Suddenly a loud high pitched scream came from below, it was Starscream commanding his followers to follow her and bring her back. She kept on running until she came upon another doorway, one she couldn't open on her own. Concentrating Lightstreak thought through her spark, Smokescreen and herself were bonded. Perhaps a message through her spark could assist Smokescreen in finding her.

"Smokescreen, help it's me Lightstreak! Starscream has me locked up somewhere!"

Smokescreen sat in the hospital waiting room along with all the other autobots. Suddenly a feeling of fear and need rushed over him. "What was this?" He wondered. He brushed it off not think much of it, but minutes later a message came through.

"Smokescreen, help it's me Lightstreak! Starscream has me locked up somewhere!"

Suddenly Starscream's goons caught up with her and froze, what was this beast? They quickly zapped the femme into stasis and brought her back to Starscream.