𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 (Hiatus)

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::Autopilot: off::

::cryostasis: deactivated::

::Passenger: first degree metal burns upon: left side faceplate, upper chassis, & palms

::status: normal functioning::

(O/C) optics scanned this new area of land from which they had landed. The pod was smoking as the inside was in complete disarray of cables. Sitting down on one of the huge boulders upon the steep, while listening to the chirping of insects. It reminded her of the sounds the scraplets use to make when drilling within the walls of the bunker. Thinking of home just made her miss it more than she already does.

A sudden stinging caused the femme to clutch her wounded shoulder and start running something that her guardian had taught her before.

"Where did you go? Little TRASH MITE!"

The voice screamed around her as she could practically feel the strong vibrations bounce around and inside her very being. She still pressed on not wanting to become more injured then she already was. Not mention that she had a thought in the back of her mind: that her guardian was still with her. When seeing what she could describe as a loading ground she quickly scanned the closets vehicle. A ninja motorcycle with a silver outline, black body, and pink details.

"Ooh Trash Mite" they sang with a smirk across their slender face with red optics glowing in the dark as they searched for (Y/N) with eagerness to frighten them like they have before. Searching over every car and every crevice the femme could of possibly hidden, never once thinking they might of transformed.

"Starscream report!" A voice more husky and had a strong commanding tone was heard from the slender mechs com link. "I have uncovered the relic like you had ordered me to, master. I also might be bringing along a guest home." The smirk upon their face could be felt even with (Y/N) being half a yard away.

Panic induced as she tried her com link but only to receive static.

"Trash Mite! Come out already! We can play this game when we get back to the ship!" Starscream quickly turned around when hearing tiers moving along the rocky cement ground crushing every little pebble as they moved along the loading ground.

The pink spark within (Y/N) started to pulsate a sign that her panicked state was affecting the fragile spark. With a silent and hesitant sigh her engines roared to life and her tail lights flashed as she zoomed out of the loading ground like there was no tomorrow.

"Trash Mite!"

Starscreams scream echoed through the forest causing (Y/N) to go into overdrive out of pure fear and But without knowing this new planet she accidentally made a sharp turn thinking there would be more road but was met with a tree instead. Her helm throbbed as pink energon seeped from the side. All she could see was the starry night sky and the slender shadow of who she could make out as only Starscream hovering over her just before a blob of green illuminated over her before the darkness and stars covered her vision.

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"What will I do? now that the spy had come back?" Starscream asked himself, looking as (Y/N) laid in stasis on the metal table before him with her hands and feet bound to it along with cables coming from the ceiling that hooked up to a monitor. She looked utterly helpless like she always has.

"We could tap into her mind and see what she saw?" A red mech suggested, holding up a silver cylinder device with a long purple cable attached to its end "Unless you wish for her wake up which will only cause a struggle." They sighed.

"That will not be necessary!"

A loud husky voice boomed as heavy pedes walked along the metal floor. Their body built like a giant as if to intimidate anyone who dares to oppose them. Red optics glowed from the shadows as they stepped into the light where their gray armor could be shining.

"Lord Megatron" the red mech bowed respectfully, as did Starscream.

"Lord Megatron, Since Trash Mite has been brought home. Do you suggest that we terminate her or reprogram her?" Starscream asked his master, a small gleam went over his red and white optics similar to his master. He so wanted to end the femme life as they had tried before. Although the femme always did have a way of dogging his attacks.

Megatron seemed to of been pondering his second-in-command's suggestions. But there was something else on his mind as he did not want to lose such a valuable stolen spy. "Take Trash Mite to one of the holding chambers. I will deal with her later."

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A startled gasp came from (Y/N) as she felt a dull soreness in here shoulder from where she was shot. Glancing at that shoulder, noticing that it had been patched up professional. 'Am I with the autobots?' She thought while glancing around seeing how dreary and forlorn it looked. Especially with no light source except for maybe a few blasted holes in the metal door.

Standing up sluggishly and only using her one good arm (Y/N) glancing around one more time before charging at the door. Gasping when it opened to reveal a vehicon. Leaning back in surprised by the femme charging at him. (Y/N) looked up and down at the vehicon just before hearing voices outside of the room the vehicon had came from. Quickly she punched the vehicon out cold before moving its body into the holding chamber and made a break for it.

"Surely you can guess that my plan for Trash Mite is that to simply make her one of us again. Back on cybertronian she was used as a messenger spy. Running on low ground with stolen information from the Autobots." Megatron stated to a TIC mech that walked beside him.

(Y/N) tilted her helm confused at this information from a hidden corner as the door shut behind the two. Not wanting to waste another precious second of the freedom that awaited just outside this block of metal. In one swift motion, (Y/N) transformed into her earth base vehicle mode. Zipping through corridors and different stations until thinking of maybe following one of the vehicon's to the landing pad.

"Final!" She sighed in happiness with a gleam of hope glowing in her (O/C) optics. Peaking from behind waiting for the vehicon's to turn around. She dashed for it. Although, it wasn't until when she heard the war lords voice scream out her past designation did she completely jump off the flying ship and down into the clouds.

A proud smile was worn over the femme facial plates. Proud that she had succeeded in escaping the decepticon clutches. Minus the fact that she had to sacrifice her paint job and a few twisted limbs when landing.

"Mom!"

The voice was high pitched and annoyed the femme as they tried to stay still and allow their auto repair systems to kick into gear. The voice seemed to of gotten closer but there was a small pause.. like the voice.. Hiccuped. There was a small tap, (O/P) optics glanced down slowly. Never once did (Y/N) expect to encounter life forms so small.