Turned around: The Lost Sparkling sequel

Chapter 2

A/N: I'm so sorry! I've been super busy with school and crap but I have no excuses, I'll do better with updating soon.

I'm not sure how long I sat there, just staring at the blank wall. I'd been completely lied to.... Though, I'm not shocked; this is a Warlord I'm talking about after all. Memories flooded back into my processer and my head was sent into a downward spiral,

The war raged on, enemies and comrades falling right and left, I stood there in complete shock at the atrocities before me. My parents, victims of a weapon of mass murder; the Cybonic Plague, created by none other than Megatron himself.
The memory blackens and I find myself thrown into another flashback
I hear the rumbling of an engine and the sound of tires against the road, turning my head, I see an ambulance. Dawning the colors orange and white, he doesn't seem to notice me until he comes to a complete stop and transforms. 'Optimus,' he says, placing two digits against his audio receptor. 'We have an orphaned femme, she's not yet received an alliance symbol.' I couldn't hear what this 'Optimus' said, but I was scooped up into the arms of the medic and taken off of our dying home world.

Tears rim my optics, threatening to spill over, but I don't let them. I choke them back, and keep a straight face. If I falter now, I may never see my family again, for now I have to let him think he's won. It won't be easy, but I have to do it, or risk putting all of us in danger.

I return to my quarters and pick up a data pad, skimming through the old Cybertronian text, I come across a section I'm unfamiliar with and soon figure out that it's been written in a different form of Cybertronian. 'Maybe Optimus can decode this, who knows; it may just turn out to be useful.' I think to myself. A knock on my door draws my from my thoughts, "Huh? Oh, come in," I speak. Expecting one of the Vehicons, I don't look up from the pad. "Lord Megatron requests your presence on the bridge," Knockout says, formally. I look up at him, giving him an odd look. 'He's never this formal unless he did something wrong and doesn't want to get caught....' I put two and two together, figuring it that he's the reason my memories returned so suddenly, "I'll be there in a minute. You may go," I reply, rising from the desk in my room and walking out in pursuit of him. I step into the bridge and prepare to speak to my "Sire", not knowing what he has planned at this point in time....