Peter is selected out of millions of applicants for a newly opened position of Decepticon Liaison. However, is this too good to be true or is this a setup?

Fifty million applicants. Peter had jumped at the opportunity to be the Decepticon Liaison, a position given to a human to manage their part of the Decepticon forces and keep relations steady. It was also an exclusive position to be Megatron's human companion, trusted with secrets and codes no other was allowed to know. Who wouldn't want the role?

While the Autobots let anyone join their ranks, the Decepticons were brutal about who joined them. Humans were selected with multiple qualities in mind. Strength, intelligence, and resourcefulness. Although that made the human soldier ratio against the Autobots lower, what they lacked in numbers they made up for in power and ultimately the weaponized deadliness of humanity. The human factor was the key to Autobot victory as the Decepticons had no allies; now, Peter was convinced if a war ever started again, the Autobots would not win because what set victory for them in the war could now be used against them with humans who were trained to kill Transformers as well as the Decepticons now gaining new allies every day due to one person.

The former Decepticon Liaison, a madwoman who left the Autobots, became a model ally and gained many followers among her own kind. At least one eighth of the world had switched to the Decepticon side because of her ability to not mince her words. The honesty alone built trust and that led to humans trusting her enough to side with her, even among a side of the Cybertronian empire that once tried to kill them ironically. Then there were the Dinobots. Grimlock was a sub-leader, overruled by a powerful Kanjian Dinobot who sided with the Decepticons instead of the Autobots. Grimlock had no choice but to obey or his Cybertronian Dinobots be destroyed, also convinced by the Decepticon Liaison to switch. The last advantage the Autobots had was the Space Bridge Nexus. Their master engineer and the original partner of the Decepticon Liaison had followed her to the Decepticon side. The Autobots were virtually defenseless now, but peace remained for Megatron had no qualms with them...so far.

Recently, it was reported the Decepticon Liaison was not in action. It was never specified why, some speculation being she had outlived her usefulness, but, then again, the identity of the Liaison was never revealed to the public. Only those within the private army, the Deceivers, specific Autobot allies and the bots from both sides knew truly who she was.

The Deceivers would be the toughest to convince to convert to a new leader. They were a group of human allies in charge of the army and companions to many well-known figureheads of the Decepticon empire. Twelve Deceivers and twelve Decepticon commanders within each section of the army, and they reported to the Liaison herself. Her disappearance opened the position and many among the Decepticon empire wanted to be top dog and operate the Deceivers. Out of all fifty million, Peter somehow got the job.

He was a master technician and hailed from Canada's military. Aside from the obvious jokes of his heritage, he was an elite Brigadier-General and his father had been a Decepticon sympathizer for years until his passing. To achieve such a position would have made his old man proud.

Peter was stoked when he stepped on the forbidden Decepticon Island, a remote isle overtaken by the Decepticons off Japan's coast where the Nemesis had crash landed years before. Unable to get it airborne, the Decepticons shooed the human inhabitants off and made it their home. Surprisingly, the animal life and the vegetation remained untouched by their more destructive behaviors.

He was surprised, if anything, that Megatron himself was there to greet him. "Peter Murray, is it?"

Peter gave a respectful bow and said, "It's an honor, my Lord."

Around Megatron, the twelve Decepticon commanders with the Deceiver leaders all stood formally at attention. He could tell though that the Decepticons weren't impressed, and the Deceivers weren't happy. If he remembered correctly, the Deceivers only went by their callsigns. Very few knew their real names but if he was to be their superior, he would learn each in due time when he proved his commitment to being the Decepticon Liaison.

"Well, Peter, I need someone who can master their greatest weaknesses, rise and conquer worlds. Achieve what no one else can. Do you think you can handle it?" Megatron asked.

Peter didn't hesitate to nod, "Absolutely. I didn't get to be a Brigadier-General by doing nothing."

Although Megatron was still smiling, he noticed a small twitch and assumed that maybe they weren't associated enough for him to be sarcastic. Despite the implied annoyance, Peter noted the Decepticon Leader was eager to get things rolling.

The duties and tasks of the Decepticon Liaison were told on point, what he could and couldn't do without permission. The island was never to hold any Autobots, human soldiers had to be approved by not just him but Megatron as well, and there was no rank a human could get than liaison which was supposedly below a commander. As they walked the halls of the Nemesis, Peter caught that last detail that confused him.

"And, of course, the only bots that answer me alone are the commanders. Everyone else is yours to direct as you please but for nothing stupid as we've had in the past."

Peter frowned, "Didn't your previous liaison order them?"

Megatron seemed to fall back on his statement before quickly saying, "M-uh...she did...but that's why I'm no longer allowing it. The commanders, she used them for things she shouldn't have. I got careless and allowed her to continue until her recent departure. I hope you understand it's nothing personal, but I must be a leader, not let someone else do my job."

That made Peter concerned. What else did she take over she wasn't supposed to? He pondered this looking up at Megatron until he slammed into someone. A human armored to the brim with Cybertronian metal and a helmet with a full covered faceplate with two red eyeholes made of a specialized polycarbonate material stumbled from the force. He assumed soldier-class, but the armor was a bit personalized, decorated with Cybertronian symbols unlike the regular human soldiers. Most likely an elite guard who was supposed to be a part of the Liaison's private forces. Regardless, Peter was pissed.

"Watch where you're going, soldier! Stand at attention; that's an order!"

There was a second of no response but then they complied. They then said, "Sorry, sir."

By the voice, he could pinpoint the soldier was a woman, a very snarky one by the tone too. "What were you so obligated to do that you failed to heed your superiors, soldier?"

"I was dragging dead weight out of my workshop, sir," she said with a hint of amusement. "Kind of hard to work with a bunch of clutter in there."

"Is something funny, soldier?"

Peter knew she wanted to answer with something sarcastic, but she wisely held her tongue. "Nothing at all, sir."

Peter gave her one last look in disgust but peered into the room which she came only to see a green figure disappear around the corner. He thought he saw something blue as well but was frustrated enough by the soldier's presence that he moved on regardless with Megatron who didn't react at all.

When the tour was over and almost everything spoken of, he was assigned a berth room near Megatron's own. Before he went in, however, he noticed the room across from Megatron's. It seemed blocked off for a reason that was unclear. The sign above was partially covered, and it was a symbol, a Decepticon symbol with swords through it. An armory maybe? Kind of suspicious being so close to Megatron's quarters where someone could murder him. When he retired for the time being, it still plagued his mind what could be in the closed off room.

The next day, Peter was quick to rise and meet with the Deceivers as he was apparently supposed to. He learned their callsigns quickly.

Typhoon, RPG, and Capitán were probably from military or something similar, different regions each. Their respective commander companions were Starscream, Lugnut, and Slipstream. Shackle was a scientist like Shockwave but had a nicer personality though Peter was skeptical his motives were any nicer. Lady Viola, a proper woman who looked rich with her evening dress, was, in fact, a DJ and Soundwave's partner; it threw Peter off greatly.

Normandy has psychological issues thinking he was a World War II British officer despite not being remotely old enough. Funnily, Blitzwing was his partner. Morgue was Knockout's partner, a surgeon, Apex the Korean boxer had Breakdown, and Syntax was a linguist with Nightbird as his companion. Playboy was an entrepreneur, Peter recognized, with Blackout as his protector. The last two were polar opposite people. Olokun looked as regal as a queen to her partner, Predaking, and Toto was...a girl with interesting taste. A blue husky-themed tail attached to her belt and matching fuzzy headphone animal ears with blue paw print stockings and blue paw fingerless gloves to match made her look like an anime girl...assuming she wasn't already. Steeljaw was her companion.

The lively assortment of characters that were the Deceivers hardly looked his way. The youngest, Toto for sure, merely crossed her arms as he approached. Olokun, however, was the first to speak. With her eyes closed still, she pointed her staff at him.

"Make your intentions clear. Do not waste our time."

Peter scowled, "That isn't how you talk to a superior-"

"Superior?!" Apex scoffed, "Since when was that established, Gaejasik? You must earn that privilege. No title means shit to us."

Olokun calmly opened her eyes and walked towards both as Apex growled at him. She put her hand up and Apex understood, giving a small bow before backing away. "The fact of the matter is this: we answer to the true Decepticon Liaison. To us, you are nothing and you will remain that way. The commanders will not yield to you as an equal; the Deceivers will not obey you as a leader. Prove us wrong and we shall see."

The Nigerian woman stomped her staff before turning away as Normandy and Morgue sneered at him. Lady Viola, Typhoon, and RPG merely rolled their eyes while Capitán stuck her tongue out in mockery. Peter understood that as the leader of the Deceivers, Olokun's words were law. If she despised him, the others would too. Since he was new, he indeed had to prove it to her and the others. The Decepticon commanders as well.

After the fiasco of the Deceivers, which was apparently seen by several Decepticons laughing their asses off, Peter groaned at the horrible start to the first day on the job. When he ordered them to stop laughing, all they did was smile with their fangs or flip him off, sometimes both.

He felt useless already. Years in the military where everyone obeyed yet no one even batted an eye towards him like he was one big joke. Even Megatron didn't come to his defense when he asked what he did wrong on the commlink. The only explanation he got was to find his groove and stick with it or let them destroy him.

However, as he briefly retreated to his chambers, he passed Megatron's quarters and surprisingly, the closed off door across from his was open. He knew it wasn't his place to look but his curiosity was edging him to take a quick sneak peek.

The room was full of etchings on the walls like a psychologically damaged person had carved their madness across them. Torn up drawings of Autobots, some with knives thrown at them, lay uselessly around the room. But then he noticed there were extensions behind the first area. Going through the large doorframe to the next room, he gasped.

The lower level of the room had trophies from the Phase Shifter to the Dark Star Saber. The upper half barely seen was one giant bedroom...for a human. The bed sat on an overlooking balcony with a dresser that had seen way better years. Various musical gear, including speakers and a big computer set up displaying vivid colors as a screen saver, littered the upper room. Technology that should have never been in the hands of a human was perched on the walls and several weapons were scattered in a specific corner. It kind of looked like an edgy teen's room but with a far deadlier sense of taste.

"What the-?"

"What are you doing here?"

The voice startled him, and he turned to see Megatron standing in the doorway. He expected to be chewed out, but the leader said nothing else. He didn't even look upset, merely disappointed.

"I-I just saw it open and...is this the former Liaison's room, if I may ask, sir?"

Megatron huffed and nodded though there was a slight pause like he was contemplating what to say. "It is. She was a collector, loved weapons and music most of all. Even at 31, she never let herself forget what made her great and I admire that. Sometimes, being a kid at heart helps do many things others are afraid of doing. I was cleaning up a bit in here to maybe...use it as something else though. I was going to move her stuff to a more secure setting. It doesn't matter right now."

"You were close with her, weren't you?"

"I a-was. She was one of the only humans I could ever respect, the only one who ever bested me and stood against me. When I found out she was changing sides, well, you can imagine how surprised I was."

Peter thought for a second before asking something risky. "Who was she?"

Megatron froze and then grew annoyed. "I think her identity is the least of your worries. Don't you have things to do today?"

Peter was taken aback by the sudden hostility but didn't argue. If there was one person he didn't want to piss off, it would be Megatron. He left without any other questions.

The rest of the day was less interesting. Insecticons spat in his face, once literally, Vehicons and human soldiers present hardly cared about anything he said and yawned, the commanders did nothing of said insubordination like they too enjoyed the mockery, and, to top everything off, he ran into the same soldier he met the day prior. This time, she was drawing in the mud in a valley making out something he didn't recognize, but he was angrier at the fact she was lollygagging than whatever she was planning.

"What do you think you're doing, soldier?"

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know? Don't you have someone to beat into submission or something, Brigadier? Isn't the duty of the Decepticon Liaison to take control and lead, something you seem to be unable to do so I've noticed."

Peter paused and growled, turning to her with utmost rage. "Why do you have such a disregard for authority?!"

The armored elite soldier merely laughed, "I don't. I have a high disregard for idiocy and those who can't back up their claims. You're a Brigadier-General and you're so used to people having to obey you or else get court-martialed. Here, no such rules exist. In the empire of the Decepticons, you must take charge and keep it by any means necessary. You obviously don't have what it takes-"

Peter grunted, "It's my first day; every private messes up once in their career."

"Oh, but I disagree," she said amused. "If you mess up here, you're as good as dead and we can't have a weakness in the army."

Peter frowned and was about to ask what she meant when suddenly Thundercracker flew down and purred as she lifted her hand to pet the faceplate of the Seeker. Sunstorm and Dirge nearby both playfully chattered in Cybertronian, looking down as if to wait for her signal.

He then asked, "I'm sorry, who are you again, soldier? You don't talk to me like that."

"No one you care about...but maybe you should. I could show you how to make them obey you if you wish. It's quite simple really."

"And that would be?" He asked, now frustrated.

The soldier then laughed, "If I told you, that would be giving up all my tricks and I don't think I want you of all people to know, Peter."

Infuriated, he grabbed the neckline of the armor holding her close to try and intimidate her. "I grow tired of your mouth, soldier! I will give to the count of three to get your head out of your ass or-"

Thundercracker roared angrily at the sight and Peter froze as Decepticons relayed immediately the situation at hand. Each one quickly talked like a game of telephone. By the time he blinked, uncertain of what the soldier was playing at, the news had spread to almost every Con on the island. Hordes of them flew from the Nemesis and climbed down the landscape until both humans were being watched, surrounded by peeved Transformers everywhere.

He pushed the soldier away and pointed at her. "Arrest this scoundrel for disloyalty to the cause! She needs to learn respect or die!"

He felt proud saying that but after a moment, he frowned when he realized nothing was being done. He glanced around to see them staring at him and him alone. When he turned back to the soldier, she was already being flown up where several of the twelve commanders perched upon a cliff face poised and ready to attack. The entire time, to his confusion, the soldier was cackling.

She stumbled holding her abdomen as Thundercracker went near Starscream after setting her down. "The look on your face! Oh, classic!"

Peter shook his head, "What are you talking about? Get her! Do something!"

To his surprise, she then pointed at the distraught Brigadier-General. "Make sure he stays there, boys!"

The Decepticons hissed at him, some moving down a bit from their previous positions. Peter stumbled backwards as the Decepticons instead obeyed the unknown armored soldier. At first, Peter thought they were under mind control, but they showed no signs of it, no unusual behaviors aside from suddenly turning on him.

"What is this?!"

"You see, Peter, they respect me. It's why they listen," the soldier laughed. "Megatron hates humans, his Decepticons even more so, but I earned my place among them that no one ever dreamed to achieve. I proved myself and now, I'm the only human they will ever obey. You are nothing to them."

Blackout snarled crawling down the rocky walls with Starscream and Thundercracker while Slipstream, Shockwave, and Soundwave lowered to her level like predators eager to kill on the ledge she stood on. Megatron, however, barely missed her as he stomped down his pede; she didn't flinch nor did she look away from Peter, keeping her aggressive and commanding posture.

He realized, to his horror, this was the real Decepticon Liaison. She had never died, never left, and this was all a ruse.

Peter turned clockwise around multiple times as more Decepticons glared down at him from above into the small valley, red and purple optics tainting the darkness of the night. He felt tiny, even more than usual in comparison to the aliens.

"Funny, isn't it? You had such high hopes to take my throne. Did you think I died? Did you think they would betray me?! I am the human factor, and this? This is our empire! Mine to command, Megatron's to control!" The armored Liaison then gestured behind her. "Isn't that right, old friend?"

Peter backed up as a green mech came into view, optics blue and standing out among the red haze. However, a Decepticon symbol was on his chest, the mark of treachery. He recognized the bot and froze, "Bulkhead?"

The big Transformer stood beside Megatron with little remorse for the situation. The Wrecker was not who Peter believed was the space bridge expert. He always thought it was either Wheeljack or Perceptor because both were rumored to have left to a "neutral" position and both their human partners were women of science. If Bulkhead was the one who defected...then the Decepticon Liaison was-

"Kill him!"

The Decepticon Liaison pointed at Peter again, and he had no choice but to run. He could take on Autobots but Decepticons, especially an entire legion of them, was beyond his skills. He skidded on the island's mud when Starscream leapt at him. Thankfully, the mud caught the Seeker off as well making the latter miss a swing to grab Peter. However, Starscream had a far better recovery time than a human and swiftly pursued him, clawing at the ground like a deranged beast.

Peter slid under an arch as Starscream got too close for comfort. Upon hearing the Seeker get stuck, he smirked in his brief victory. It was short-lived when he heard footsteps above. He peered up as he ran to see several Decepticons running up on the ridges matching his direction and aiming to head him off where the valley ended. He couldn't slow down with the noise behind him growing but he looked to his left to see the Nemesis sitting on the mountain. The space bridge could be operated easily by a human, it was just a matter of getting to it.

Making up his mind, he dipped from his path and headed straight for the ship. He used his small size to make sharper turns as he entered the cave system that was reworked to go up to the Nemesis itself from underneath.

Shockwave suddenly appeared behind him growling, rock falling from the ceiling when he slammed into the side of the cave entrance. The red glare of the singular optic had Peter frantically trying to out-maneuver the mech. He aimed back with his gun out and fired upon the scientist. Shockwave seemed wise to his actions and dodged most of the shots without skipping a beat even when the human aimed for crucial areas. That left Peter in dismay. They knew his tactics too.

Peter took a sharp right and Shockwave slid, whacking his helm against the wall with an animalistic snarl. When he was out of sight, the human navigated the caves fearfully. This wasn't like facing the Autobots he had killed; this wasn't the same as them attempting to reason with him or Peter getting the advantage over hesitance of human hunting them. The Decepticons were far more vicious than he could have imagined, and he was among the entire hive.

"Peter!" The Liaison's voice cackled throughout the cave tunnels, "Where are you, Peter?! Having fun yet?!"

When he reached an open pit, he looked up to see the Nemesis' entrance attached to the rocky platform above. Moss and Energon grew like a plague among the cavern as moisture from condensation built on the ship from the altitude leaked down the walls.

Suddenly, the sound of a buzzsaw alerted him and he had mere seconds to dodge it coming down. Knockout growled as it got stuck in the ground when Peter moved. Swiping his claws angrily, however, Peter failed to move back in time. The human cried out as his side was struck, three gashes ripping through his armor and into the flesh itself. But he knew he couldn't stop and tend to himself. He had to keep moving to stay alive.

As he ran up the rocky path up to the Nemesis, he heard a rumbling from below. He nearly jumped as Devastator appeared from the chasm below, several red optics glaring at him as he continued. The neon green and purple Combiner roared, baring sharp fangs as dust and other materials were pushed into a cloud of debris by the force of his voice. Then the Combiner raised his arm.

Determined to kill the human, Devastator brought his arm down upon the rocky pathway, shattering it. Several pieces fell into the chasm while the rest of the path started to break apart. The hit alone made Peter stumble, and he felt the ground becoming unstable. The natural pillars that held the pathway up each broke one after the other leading to more sections of the pathway to crumble. Peter ran as fast as he could with his injury. He was so close to the metal lift of the Nemesis that he was determined, adrenaline kicking into overdrive.

Right as the path broke beneath his feet, he jumped on the platform. By some miracle, he made it when the distance felt longer which surprised Devastator and himself. He glanced down to see Devastator destroy a formation in the cave in rage but was too far down to grab him. Another roar echoed among the cave, shaking loose stalactites and Peter instinctively flinched even if the lift was out of range.

As the lift was activated, he breathed a sigh of relief only to jump back as Megatron was instantly on the exterior, causing the lift's shaft to rock with hideous creaking noises. Snapping his jaws, Megatron nearly caught him. Peter was so afraid the mech would eat him, and, in a way, that wasn't out of the question yet of the potential ways he could be killed.

"We haven't discussed the immediate terms of your retirement, boy. Come here!"

The human was forced to navigate around the lift as Megatron crawled up and around it in pursuit, forced to shoot at the mech in the hopes of nailing the bastard before the lift reached its end point. To make his terror grow tenfold, Seekers, Vehicons, and a plethora of other Cons were crawling on the walls and up the lift.

When the lift reached its dock, the horizontal doors shut on Megatron and the others. But in the same second, multiple hits at the exterior of the door sounded with some metal bent upwards from a few good punches. He knew he had only one chance to leave. Peter spared no time in running down the halls of the Nemesis. He could hear the doors of the lift being torn apart with Megatron's roar following.

A sudden pain in his right shoulder made him scream and fall to the ground. He gasped as an Insecticon hissed crawling towards him on the ceiling. Little holes within its mouth contracted before a barb was sent flying at him. He rolled to move and swung himself upright before firing at the beast. The gun shots hit the sensitive wiring among the neck and the Insecticon screeched, backing away to paw at the damage. As it did so, Peter winced as he quickly pulled the barb out and ran again.

The Nemesis was like a maze, twisting and turning in every direction. He felt blood soaking his clothes thoroughly. He couldn't even name the pain he was feeling as he realized the barb had a type of poison, slow acting but targeted the nervous system instead of the slimy spit of the previous Insecticon who mocked him. He could feel every fiber of his body trying to fight it. His legs were growing weaker, unable to move in long strides. His arm attached to the impaled shoulder was limb and the claw marks that shredded his side were becoming unbearable.

Peter was almost out of breath. Years of military service and building himself into the proud Brigadier-General he was supposed to be wasted. He could hear the entire ship crawling with Cons searching for him. He couldn't escape; they were closing in on him painfully slow. He went into a storage room in the hopes of buying himself some time to recover or at least hide if all else failed.

"Peter, we know you're here," her voice called. "Are you scared? Are you feeling helpless? Good, we like that."

The echo of the room made him press against the wall of the storage cell, his wounds aching from the strain of the maneuver.

"I suppose I owe you an explanation. Bulkhead and I? We left the Autobots behind when all they promised wasn't enough. Optimus' spark was in the right place, but Megatron was a tough bastard, one I couldn't help but admire. I struck a deal to learn and by doing so, I became the master of the Decepticon legion. Years of gaining their trust and doing what no human in existence ever could!"

He slowly walked around once he believed the origin of the voice was resonating from the other side of the room to try and find an exit while watching every angle.

"I created the Deceivers, the human team leaders. My new friends were so much better than the old, each partnered with a high commander of the Decepticons. They served me well. You would have made a fine team leader, Peter, but I'm afraid tryouts are unavailable."

He found a vent and tried to pry it open.

"We are unstoppable, but loyalty from my followers and troops...I faked my demise to see how many of those idiots would line up for my spot, how eager they were to take what wasn't theirs. I chose you, the best of the best, to take my role just to see how you could handle it, my amusement for the day. Fifty million fools. Congratulations, Peter, you're the lucky winner, the ultimate jester. And I have a special prize just for you..."

Peter could hear the whispers through the walls from the searching Decepticons, hissing and cackling like hyenas. It made him think they were watching the whole situation unfold. Soundwave was probably broadcasting his misery.

"Peter," a whisper said.

He blinked and whipped around only for his breath to hitch as an axe sank right into his chest. He barely registered a sickly grin as he truly saw the Liaison face to face. Holding the handle with venomous green eyes, Miko laughed as blood ran down his abdomen. Her hair in a messy bun with purple-pink streaks, the woman showed fake pity as she placed an armored boot on the side of his chest and kicked off him to rip the axe out. He sank to his knees, grasping at his chest unable to speak.

Miko placed the axe handle on her side with a smirk. "How do you like my little gift? I know an even better one to give to my boys just waiting to see you."

Just then, he heard a growl and wheezed fearfully as Megatron stomped through the door as it opened snarling with Bulkhead grunting animalistically pushing past the warlord. Upon seeing them and Miko barely glancing back, the giant silver mech revealed his fangs and shook his head wordlessly before kneeling as Miko reached up. Bulkhead trotted over and went to the other side. Peter watched Megatron and Bulkhead rest their chins in her hands, rubbing their cheeks against hers as she whispered cute things like one would to a pet. The fact that Megatron had no problems with the gesture solidified the fact that she was indeed in charge.

Megatron just stared at his dying form maliciously while Bulkhead merely scowled at him, occasionally softening their features when she nuzzled them. They both purred when she said, "My precious babies, Mama's got him right where she wants him. In fact, why don't we bring the rest of my darlings out to play."

She gave out a whistle, a specific short tune, and he heard all the noise around the ship die. The only thing that was heard for a brief second was the creaking of the ship as Megatron and Bulkhead stood back up. Suddenly, the ship grew loud again with all the movement heading towards them. Shooting through the doorframe and crawling among the walls, Cons of all types circled until they surrounded the man with Miko adjusting the axe so she could instead lean on the handle carelessly.

"Ten years it took to get where I am, Peter. Ten years of working my way up the ladder with everything against me. They always said I was insatiable, a liability, and just a reckless idiot...and look where it got me. The Autobots couldn't appreciate my talents, but the Decepticons could. I would tell you that if you tried, you could be up here too, but I think it's funnier just to kill you. I don't need any competition. And what's the world come to? I can't have anyone dethroning me. Hahahahahahahahaha!"

Kicking the axe head up into a swing upright, she raised at a side angle.

"Personally, I think the best prize for my boys would be to enjoy watching you bled to death, but I'm not the giving type."

Peter was silent, unable to move and unable to stop her. He barely closed his eyes when she brought the axe down with a sinister Cheshire grin. His head was sent flopping onto the floor of the Nemesis as his body came crashing down with blood oozing from it rapidly.

"Smooth," she snickered. Miko grabbed his head by the hair and gave a humorous frown. "Aw, our poor temporary Liaison lost his head."

She then used her free hand to make his mouth laugh mockingly. The entire room of Decepticons cheered and cackled at her jokes including Megatron and Bulkhead. They continued to howl in laughter even as the puddle of blood grew larger, and the body twitched.

Maria was surprised when she got the news that she had been selected for the position of Decepticon Liaison. The Russian captain was quick to pack her things. Decepticon Island was home to the empire itself, its Earth operations, and all the Deceivers with their selected armies. She was eager to step on the soil of the forbidden isle.

Waiting for her was Megatron, the Deceivers and twelve Decepticon commanders. Little did she know she wouldn't be leaving the island as the real Decepticon Liaison watched from above as the bots welcomed her next prey to her doom.

It was time for the game to begin anew.

AN: How many of you thought is was going to be Sari or someone else? Sari does exist in the universe but she's not Bulkhead's partner nor Bumblebee's. Miko was the best choice for the Decepticon Liaison I believe and she has the gall to do what needs to be done even if people have to be killed to do it. Also, most previous human characters depicted as children in the Transformers franchise will be older in this. Just a forewarning.

Another note, in case of confusion, if you haven't figured it out yet, a companion is simply a term of a platonic relationship between a human and a Transformer, kind of like Pokémon with their trainers almost. Partners is more formal but same meaning. If there's romantic or sexual relationships between the two, they will be ushered as couples or lovers usually. Just wanted to clear that up for anyone who was unsure.