Spark racing, optics widened. All these motions were what the Cybertronian femme could express. With being held at gun point so close that she could feel the warmth that evaporated from the barrel of his null ray gun, even she knew that it would take a miracle to get out of this dilemma in one piece.

"Any last words?" Asked Starscream in a cold and deadly tone. It was almost as if he was aching to end her life there and then by his own hands. In fact, she was almost surprised that he hadn't shot her yet out of nothing but for the mere feeling of satisfaction, despite from the fact that the two were meant to be allies. Then again, this was the Decepticons that we are talking about, they were the prime meaning of deception.

However, something came up on her scanners. Something large and powerful. Although she had doubts that the male seeker knew with taking in consideration that he didn't from the spot. If he did know, this could mean numerous things, only one that would result in her favour.

"Well? Answer me!" Ordered the mech, losing his patience with his 'prisoner'. He was just presuming that she was just stubborn, which was the truth but not in that case. It wasn't that she was being stubborn with him, she was merely buying time as well as the fact she simply didn't have anything to say. The signal was coming closer and closer and this was merely in just a few seconds.

With her head lowered, Mia couldn't help but flash a grin as well as a small, barely audible chuckle which brought a growing confusion that was evident in the mech's expression.
"What are you smiling for? You should be afraid!"

"Get… scrapped…" She replied back with taking a pause in between her words. This insolence infuriated the mech, a growl escaping his throat as he was about to take his shot. The femme flinched as she waited for the explosion of pressurized energy to execute the last of her life.

Three…

Two…

One…

The blast resounded through the air, nothing more than just a faint echo quickly fading into silence. However, unlike Starscream, who should have been laughing and gloating at his victory, the mech was silent. Shock had spread across his face whilst his body stiffened. A servo had grabbed his arm, altering the blast so it didn't hit Mia. It was Megatron who had saved her in the end…

"Did he harm you?" He asked in a gruff voice, only for Mia to hide away her bleeding wing. Even when she hid it, Megatron spotted the small pit of energon that surrounded her, a growl escaping whilst his grip tightened. The sound of creaking metal was heard once he did so and frankly, even Mia knew that that must have hurt quite a lot from the expression that Starscream gave.

"N-No please, Lord Megatron! It was a mistake! I promise!" He cried out, falling down on his knees in order to beg to the Decepticon leader who didn't seem to be amused at all.
"You dare hurt a new recruit!" He screamed at the mech he held tightly, pulling him off of his knees and into the air before proceeding to slam him into the ground. Starscream groaned from a stinging sensation that grew over his body, as well as his unconscious thoughts becoming a little fuzzy however Megatron didn't seem to care about that.
He pulled Starscream's face up to his, glaring at his with fiery crimson eyes, ones that was expressing the rage and hatred that he was holding back. If it wasn't for the femme sitting there, he would have ended his life right on the spot.

"If I see you again, I will extinguish your spark… And I will do it slowly so that you can feel the pain that you have deserved all this time that you have been under my command…" He muttered to him harshly, throwing him to the side. Of course, Starscream wasn't staying back to see what will happen so he simply transformed and took off as fast as he could. In mere moments, it was only just Megatron and Mia that was present, a silence emptying the area with the exception of the mechs heavy footsteps that advanced the femme.
Her multi coloured gaze slowly made its way up the mechs frame, only to be welcomed by a servo that was held out to help her hand. Of course, she was grateful for the mech in rescuing her from being killed so she simply nodded in gratitude whilst taking his servo, pulling herself up and onto her feet.

"Soundwave, open up a ground bridge and inform Knockout to prep the medic bay…" He ordered calmly to his loyal communications officer. Just from the fact that the Decepticon could change his mood so quickly from one to another was quite impressive for the femme. Luckily enough, it seemed that she was still on his good side… for now…

Moments had passed yet nothing happened. That was until sparks of blue, green and white began to shoot across the air like fireworks. The sparks grew into a portal, one of which seemed to be welcoming the Decepticons back to safe grounds. Before Mia could move, she found her body being lifted off the ground, two arms supporting her back and legs so that she was comfortably sitting without her injury being touched. Of course, she would objectify this action as she felt the need to do such a simple thing on her own but then again, how many Cybertronians could say that they saw the merciless leader acting like a total gentleman and live to tell the story.

The two passed through the portal without a problem and without hesitation, the mech took the once former human to the medic bay in order to get her wing fixed. Entering the medic bay, Mia could have sworn that it was actually just the lab that she was forged in. It looked so similar with the exception of a slight difference of the type of equipment laying around. But what took her attention was a crimson red mech that stood nearby the table, buffing his finish. With hearing the footsteps as well as the door opening and closing, he turned his head, a smirk of delight crossing his facial features as if he enjoyed what he was seeing.

"Why hello there. ~ How may I help you?" The Decepticon medic asked in a soft yet seductive tone, almost as if he was to the brink of flirting with her. This certainly got a reaction from the femme, one that Megatron didn't like.
"Attend to her injuries at once, Knockout…" Megatron said. Despite the fact that he seemed to be keeping his composure intact, only his optics told what he was feeling and it wasn't anything pleasant. Knockout, as well as respecting the leader, he also feared him so he simply backed down, even if he found the femme attractive.

"Of course, Lord Megatron…" He responded as Megatron lowered the femme onto the berth, allowing Knockout to do a quick and simple diagnostic on the injury.

"Well well well…. It seems that you took quite the hit…" He began whilst investigating the wound. Of course, he could easily tell by the scorch marks that surrounded the cut off area that it was from Starscream's weapon.
"But no matter, nothing that I can't fix." He added, a sense of pride evident in his voice. Of course, it seemed that instead of flirting, he would just try to impress the femme instead, mainly not to make his leader angry. Megatron nodded in silence as he left the medic bay but not before he gave a quick glare towards Knockout, simply as a warning. Or perhaps it could have been a threat. Either way, Knockout didn't hesitate to start the operation, taking time and precision to replace the broken wing.

Soon enough, the part of wing that was removed had been replaced. In fact, it looked good as new with the exception of a scar that acted in a similar way to a scar. However, even moving in was painful, a clear flinch resulting with a frowned expression to show on the red mechs faceplate, almost like a disappointed look that a parent would give to their child if they were trying to do something wrong. This look only lasted for a matter of minutes before he proceeded to look over a data pad that he laid aside.

"I'll let you out on the condition that you stay on this ship. That means no flying or else I will have to get someone to supervise you until it's healed…" He said to the femme, not taking his optics off of his work. It wasn't as though he was being rude as such. In a way, it was almost as if he knew that she had at least some sort of common sense within her processor, something that only few Decepticons were discovered to have.

"Understood…" She muttered whilst standing up onto her pedes. Even to her, just standing nearby Knockout or any average soldier was overwhelming, especially since she had always been used to being quite short in height. Perhaps it was time to accept and get used to the new body changes.
Giving her gratitude to the doctor, she left and proceeded down the hallway and to the main communications room, where Megatron was most likely to be located.

She couldn't understand why but as sure she was that he only wanted harm to come in order to bring justice, she felt safe around him which seemed like a really strange thought that no bot would have ever thought of, let alone speak of.

Two seemingly average sized pieces of a sliding door stood before her. They opened within seconds, allowing her to move through without wasting much time. However, something caught her optic straight away.

Blueprints.

Now, this would seem not that of importance to the femme in a way as she was only just a mere rookie. However, what took her off surprise was it wasn't the Autobots that he was targeting primarily, it was the one individual who took her into the family. It was Optima.

And Mia was merely a distraction in the plan…

Mia stood there, gaping in shock on what she was witnessing. Sure, she had been warned about Megatron and to never set foot near him but why, she had never been told. All of the hidden questions had been kept in the darkness from her was finally coming into the light. She knew now of Megatron's true purpose.
Megatron came up behind her, smirking in triumph over his soon to be victory.
"Now, you really shouldn't be poking into things without my consent…" He replied, knowing well that the femme had found out what he really wanted to use her for.

The seeker turned around to him as soon as she heard his voice, a strange selection of fear and anger swelling up into her expression. What was she going to say? If she refused on participating or even admitting that Optima was family to her, she was sure to be punished. Severely. She had to remain calm, despite her body language screaming out what she was thinking and feeling. The sudden sight of fright made the mech standing before her chuckle as if he found the negativity in someone's personality quite humorous. It was sickening…

"I… I just came along to see if there was anything that needed to be done." She quickly made up in the spot, even if she had only just managed to return to the nightmare reality she soon took apprehension of in the short period of time.
Megatron stared at her. He knew when someone was lying and it didn't help that Mia wasn't a master of deception. She was in trouble now…

With taking a few advancing footsteps towards her, she matched his rhythm, taking the same amount backwards although one step that was taken was too much. Before she could react quickly, a set of robotic tendrils wrapped around her arms, keeping her in place.
Even with struggling with all her might, she couldn't budge even the slightest. Megatron slowly advanced her, lightly trailing the tip of his blade across the side of her faceplate but only enough to give her a hint of what he was capable of if she isn't careful. Before he could have another word in the situation, a loud bang came from within the base, along with an alarm that blazed the warning that there was an ambush taking place. All of the soldiers that was issued to stop the trespassers had been terminated.

"Soundwave, take the femme to the lab for a memory wipe…" Megatron stated as a last moment resort. He couldn't allow the femme to switch sides. In fact, she had already done so the second that she was changed.
Soundwave began to push her forward towards the exit, the femme's pedes scraping against the metallic floor just to try to stop her from moving any more. It slowed her down enough to buy time to who she believed to be her rescuers.

And it worked.

The door exploded into small pieces of sharpened shrapnel, the pressure of the sound enough to make the femmes audio ring within her processor, a pained expression rushing across her face. Optima and Megatrona along with a group of warrior trained Cybertronians were the ones to appear through the trail of grey smoke.

"Surrender, or else!" Stated Megatrona, aiming her weapon as well as the others. With being in enemy territory, the couldn't take the chance of letting their guard down. But by the time that the smoke had cleared up, Megatron and Soundwave had retreated through an escape ground bridge, leaving only the seeker sprawled across the floor, struggling to get herself standing.
Being as cautious as they were, they advanced the mysterious Con, aiming their weaponry at her. After all, the majority of them had never seen her as a human before, let alone a Cybertronian. It was impossible to tell just by appearance that it was her.

Prowl walked through the crowd of Cybertronians and cuffed her in order to escort Mia back to the Autobot Headquarters for interrogation. All that had happened all in the midst of one day, she couldn't think of any other worse scenarios.
However, despite all odds, there was one thing Mia knew through the whole thing: She was a survivor.