Shouldn't the Decepticons be evil?

Special Agent like

The next I woke up in a gray room that has a security camera at the right hand far corner.I raised my hand up only to discover it is chained to a handle part on the side of the desk. My head feels a lot like hell.There is a voice in my head reading 'in location of the Allspark' that is not Soundwave's voice at all but a woman's voice. So this means my brain is equipped with its own GPS announcer.

That is really not an achievement.

A man came into the room appearing so agent like; the black suit, the tie, the glasses, the black shoes, and the white buttoned up shirt. He reminded me of the guy whose partners with an Irish guy in a TV show called Castle. He had a set of small yellow earrings on both his ears containing little diamonds by the looks of it.

"Where are the other robots?" The different Special Agent said.

I couldn't believe this agent didn't introduce himself, I just couldn't.

"He's a Cybertronian." I said. "Rephrase that question to me. And then you'll see if there's an answer."

"...Where are the other cybertronians?" The different Special Agent asks.

"I don't know." I said.

"You were with a 'cybertronian'." The different Special Agent said, probably expecting a straight answer from me.

"Yeah."  I said.

"How can you not know where the others are?" The different Special Agent asks.

I tap my fingers on the table.

"Split up, possibly." I said, tapping my fingers on the table. "My name is Ivy Autospring, but please call me Auto." I was curious what they knew about both sides to this impending and evitable war. "How much do you know about The Decepticons and The Autobots?"

"I am not allowed to tell a suspect of aiding hostile robots." The different Special Agent refused.

I lean back, grinning, at the different Special Agent's reply.

"Then you won't get a willing explanation as to how a driverless mercades went under so many green lights." I said.

"They've been around for a long, long, long time." The different Special Agent said. "Egypt, dinosaur bones-we have a secret museum for the 'cybertronian' dinosaur bones," He has a sheepish smile mentioning that including a fascinated glint in his eyes that  usually comes from a dinosaur lover. "They've got a lot of history on Earth."

"Okay," I said, holding up my cuffed hands. "Uncuff me."

"You don't need to be uncuffed to talk." The different Special Agent said.

"Tell me about my talking car." I said. "What are they doing?"

"What most people do when an alien has crash landed in their yard."  The different Special Agent said.

I could feel my anger growing and my emotions running high.

"Un-cuff-me." I said, keeping my cool. "Then I will tell you about the Autobots and The Decepticons." 

"I am trained in taking down unwilling suspects." The different Special Agent said.

"All I am offering is my knowledge in exchange for freedom and the whole fate of the human race be on the right road." I said, adding a sly smile.

"..Fine." The different Special Agent said.

The different Special Agent unlocks the handcuffs.

I punched him at the face then flip over the table that sent him hitting the wall.

"YOU'RE TORTURING A ROBOT WHO CAN FEEL," I shout, throwing my chair at the different special agent.  "A LIVING DAMN ALIEN ROBOT FROM OUTER SPACE SAVED MY LIFE AND FOR THAT HE'S GETTING ELECTROCUTED MOST LIKELY. YOU'RE AWFUL!" I point at the security cameras. "ALL OF YOU, AWFUL, STUPID EMOTIONLESS PEOPLE!"

I didn't even notice I was crying until a couple men came through shouting at me and they were blurry.

I thought they would have caged Soundwave and studied him in captivity.

No, they didn't, they're torturing him.  

How do I know? Because what people would most often do is experimenting on the alien beings recently arrived to their home planet. The kind of experimenting that would be hurtful to the alien individual. On the other side children welcome the friendly non-dangerous looking alien  and help them find a way home; either  it be repairing their ship, giving them a place to stay, and helping them send a signal to their mothership.

"Don't even move." I said, after taking out a detached robotic weapon off y right arm and aimed it at them.

Wait, did I just detach a gun off my right arm?

What the hell.

The gun is similar to a laser blaster shaped like a wide pea  with a handle, a flat back end, expanded both sides to the guns body, and a circular opening. The surface areas are  Caucasian  with light blue glowing colors between the metal similar to water traveling through a rock that has a wide passage way of cracks.

"No you." The first back up person said.

"You." I said, fighting back tears.  "One more step and some-one is losing their hand. You're torturing one of the good guys." I couldn't get out the image of a pained Soundwave from my mind. I just could not do it. "I am a Techno-Organic. I am a Decepticon who's come to tell you the Autobots are the exact opposite to Decepticons. If you want to be enslaved by alien robots then shoot me, shoot me, and let those Autobots tear through your families and loved ones and millions of other people. Now make your decision; freedom or slavery."