"Autobot moon rider to autobots of Earth, do you read me?" A femme yelled down the comm channel. "This is the autobots of Earth, moon rider we read you." Stated a voice. "Thank primus. My ship is heavily damaged through my voyage from cybertron. I have been sent to find the autobot leader, Optimus prime, to assist the battle." The femme said. "I have also been...injured and require...assistance" she said reluctantly. After travelling in space for a few orns with no assistance to then have to ask for it was a bit humiliating in her opinion. She gasped for breath. "I think I'm going critical!". She gasped again. "Moon rider, set course for these cordinates and we shall ground bridge you to our base." "Thank..you"she gasped again the reached to set the ship in autopilot. She knew she would be able to keep repair-stasis off much longer.

As she slumped in her seat, holding her open chassis to try and stop the energon leaking out to quick, she tried to think of what was to come. She hated her past and would refuse to share it at any costs but knowing she was going to have a better future was all she needed to know to keep her smiling, she'd just wouldn't share intimate details of her youngling/starting adult life. Keep to her battles of war, not internal and personal.

Those were her last thoughts as she drifted off into a slightly panicked repair-stasis.

i onlined my optics to a medbay. First time I'd ever been in one, even though I could of drastically needed one when I was younger. If I ever probably would go, they'd ask questions about the injury and then I would be taken away. I never wanted that.

As my audio sensors came on I was aware of another presence in the room cursing in another language unknown to me, in a gruff voice. This made my optics widen. If I went into repair-stasis I wouldn't know if the 'cons got me or not. I shivered. This wasn't good. I took off all the monitors and I lowered myself to the floor, glad I was a spy, and set course for the door. Easy mission.

I used to do this when I was in the abandoned youth sector when I was on the run. Got caught after a few vorns as I fell into recharge in open space but it was a good start to my career.

I crouched and edged my way to the door. It was going well I was just out the door when I heard an almighty shout. I didn't understand it, being in another language, but I knew it was due to me being gone. I ran down a small corridor (I don't know the bases layout exactly) what looked like it opened into a open area what could be described as a living quarters. I crouched back down and hid in the shadows of what appeared to be a ground bridge. It was primitive and looked like out-dated technology though. Probably from the native species here. I roll my eyes, this going to be fun. I see my ship across the room and use the shadows to get to it. I curse when I trip on a cable but luckily no one is around. I suppose tripping comes with having a near enough destroyed equilibrium from sparkling age.

I get into my ship and I hid in my armoury. There isn't much but what I have, I will guard. I pick up my rifle and load it, knocking the safety off. I bring it to my left shoulder,being left servoed, and aim at the door.

When I've been here for a few cycles, I get bored. If I hadn't been separated from my brothers I would of be out of here. Pranks too.

My brothers are sideswipe and sunstreaker. When I was a youngling, the arguing between my sire and creator got worse and I didn't want the sparklings to have to witness the hate. I sent them on a ship to a youth sector away from here when I was told to look after them during a bad fight. I told them they got lost and that's when they started to abuse me. They seemed happier with each other but would save the build-up of the day filled with rage for me.

I know my brothers won't remember me unless we get in close proximity and our bond replenished. I don't know where they are until the autobots tell me but I know they are good fighters and notorious for pranks. I smiled. If they ever read my mind, and not know I was their sister, they'd think I was stalker.

That's when I got my idea. I shut my optics in full concentration and clenched by denta together. I tried with all my might to open the bond up and got through to a reaction I did not expect.~/ sides I'm going to destroy you till your slag. I told you don't disrupt me when I paint!\~I blinked. Well that must be sunstreaker. Living up to his name I see.~/this is designation moon rider. the slag are you two on Earth?\~ my request might of sounded strong but inside it was kind of desperate. The desperation must of been sent through the bond cause I got a reply what I didn't expect.~/this is designation sunstreaker. I am heading to medbay of the autobots of Earth looking for an escapee. Where are you? and to what relation?\~_~/ are you our creator?\~ sideswipe I presume asks. All to eager for a disappointment. I felt sorry for him to believe his creators would care to look. ~/I am currently located in the armoury of the ship 'iron rust'. I am your sister\~

Too be continued...