The guy that came through the door was red and white. With wings. He turned around slightly to yell some instructions or curses at someone behind him. I frowned. He sounded vaguely familiar... Where was it from?

I hummed as I tapped my chin, deep in thought. Decepticon, Decepticon, where have I heard you? Wherever it had been, it was right on the edge of my thoughts. There was water, and someone else was there. Two someones, in fact.

"Starscream!" A shout startled me out my thoughts. "Be careful you don't the damage the human too much." The way 'Starscream' turned and smiled, my blood ran cold. "Of course not. Wouldn't like to displease the All-mighty Megatron." Talk about snark...
I gulped as Starscream turned toward me.

It took a while but eventually the rest of the Autobots fetched by Bumblebee (with some Dinobot help) calmed Grimlock down. Optimus, Prowl, Ratchet, and Wheeljack had to convince the entire Dinobot group not to go hunting Deceptions down, after the rest of the Dinobots found out what had made Grimlock so angry. Angry enough to start attempting to burn the Ark down.

"We have to wait to save the human. Knowing Megatron, he will give us a ransom demand soon enough." Prowl was lucky. He wasn't turned around to see the extreme looks of displeasure, to say it mildly, that the Dinobots gave him. "No wait! Go save Kendra now!" "We cannot, Grimlock." The Prime stepped forward, staring the Dinobot leader down. Surprisingly, it was the T-Rex that looked away first.

"Will wait." He mumbled. Slag protested, of course. "Save human! No listen to Prime." Grimlock turned on the Dinobot. "Slag listen to Grimlock! No listen, no rescue Kendra!" He added one more phrase in an undertone. "Wait for now." Slag grumbled but agreed to back down. Swoop was the last to speak. "Poor Kendra." He said mournfully, optics looking at the ground. Everyone else had to agree. Poor Kendra.

Starscream took in the quivering human before him. Very afraid, he could tell from his knowledge of humans. Sensible of it. If he so chose, he could squish it and it could do nothing about it. Very unlike the Autobots' idiotic fleshbags with no sense whatsoever.

"Wh-what am I-i here f-for?" The human finally spoke out, optics darting everywhere but the Decepticon. "You?" He purred. "Why would we need you?" It was so entertaining watching the fleshbag's mind twist itself into knots. He tapped his chin. "Oh, I know. You would make quite the useful hostage." Its eyes widened. "Hostage?" "Dinobots are so delightfully destructive. Not to mention rather unintelligent. Unfortunately, they are extremely loyal Autobots...unless you know how to break them."

The human only curled up tighter in response to this information. Disappointed, Starscream huffed a bit. No reaction to tear down. Just a normal organic being a disgusting organic. "Fleshbags are some of the most disgusting beings I have ever run into." "I-i'm not-t gross!" A token protest, nothing more. "Of course, I could always convince Lord Megatron to spare you if..." He drew it out until the human lost its patience. "W-what do you w-want?"

The Seeker smiled. "Tell me the Dinobots' weaknesses." There was no reply. "You won't be harmed and will be returned to your creators. All you have to do is tell me." Still no answer. This time, it was Starscream losing patience. "Human, if you want to live, you will tell me what I want to know when I return." He hissed before turning to leave the room.

I was quiet for a while after Starscream left. At least you know what the Decepticons want now. Boy, wasn't that comforting. I was stuck between a rock and hard place as some people might say. In this situation, I would call it between 'a Decepticon's foot and the floor.'

There was a choice, though not much of one. It was either stay here and probably die, or tell Starscream everything I knew about the Dinobots. If you talk to Starscream, you'll live at the very least. The Dinobots won't march in and get themselves hurt for you then. The little nasty voice was partly right. Knowing the Dinobots, they probably would march in and get killed for the simplest of reasons: I was pretty sure they liked me.

But that voice missed a couple of other points. There was no guarantee that Starscream would let me, 'a pathetic fleshbag', live. Besides, didn't he say he had to get permission from Megatron to let me live. Somehow the Decepticon leader didn't seem the type to let random girls that accidentally wandered into his games out again. He seemed more of the other type. The bad type.

I jolted out of my thoughts as the cage was rocked. "Hello? Squishy? Still alive?" "Stop doing that!" "Stop doing what?" Rumble and Frenzy, if you hadn't guessed, had returned. "Never mind." I mumbled, curling back up.

"Well, fine then. We got you something." Frenzy got right in my face. "Here." A notebook appeared, barely an inch from my nose. I snatched without further thought. "You guys got me this? Whoa, thanks!" I hugged them for about two seconds before they wriggled out of my grasp, looking uncomfortable.

"How did you know?" Without a pause, I continued. "Oh, of course, Laserbeak! Thanks! Thanks a ton!" I looked up. The twins had disappeared. Huh. I shrugged, taking out the pencil in the binding. Might as well draw.

A certain TIC's private quarters...

Soundwave turned around once he heard the door slide open. The twins had returned. "Mission: Successful?" Frenzy shrugged, looking a little uncomfortable. "I guess. She was so excited about it. Didn't even think much about why we did it." Soundwave nodded. He had noted that the human's time with the Dinobots had been mostly occupied with 'drawing.' If providing the human with a notebook would provide more insight into its thoughts, then it was worth the gamble that Starscream would notice and put the dots together.