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A Leader's Perspective

~Optimus' POV~

     As Wildstryke said, she did not abuse the chance given to her, and even went beyond what I thought she would do, which was only what I had ordered: a distraction, but she also investigated the mines. We had interrogated a vehicon, who wasn't out cold, and found that they were mining dark energon as well. I was relieved to find that the mine wasn't to far into the Earth that the com link was useless, Wildstryke might be neutral, and favor the Decepticons, but she is a good asset, and still a human.

     I found it quite amusing how she turned our raid into a simple game for the vehicons, one they seemed to enjoy as well, though they lost the fight. Her relationship with them has shown her influence in the Decepticon ranks, and has revealed hope that there may be a chance for them. I was discouraged to hear of Breakdown, when Knockout explained the reason for her coming back for safety, safety from the lie she was told. I agreed to shelter both Wildstryke and (Y/N), not knowing they would be the same person, so I was curious about why they were both told the same lie, that was revealed upon her arrival.

         "How is she, old friend?"

         "She'll be fine, given a couple more minutes," Ratchet sighed, "The natural radiation from Megatron made her immune to a point, of course, since she herself has no Dark energon in her system, it was only a temporary resistance."

I nodded, watching as Wildstryke sat up on the medical berth.

         I could tell why Knockout fancies her so. Her natural spirit is unique to her kind, and both her forms are what one could call, pretty. She has an interesting character, though I do not find her as intriguing as Knockout does, nor Megatron. While I may be just kidding myself, perhaps it is only those who have touched the darker thread of life that come to be ensnared in her natural, reckless charm.

         "I'm surprised she listened to your orders." Ratchet stated after a long silence.

         "I am afraid you are wrong."

         "And how is that?"

         "(Y/N) listens to reason, rather than orders, if that mine hadn't been stocked with Dark Energon, I doubt she would have listened when I ordered her to retreat. In case you have forgotten, the first time she was here, she only came back after listening to reason, not because she wanted to, or because we ordered her to stay."

Ratchet nodded slowly as he took my argument into consideration.

         "I guess we'll have to use that to control her..." He thought out loud.

         "I do not believe we will need to control her, (Y/N) knows she cannot survive on her own, even as Wildstryke, which is why she stays. Once again, she listens to reason."

     I left Ratchet, and entered the medical bay, the red optics of Wildstryke looking up in interest.

         "What's the verdict? Am I free to go?"

I could tell she was joking as she smiled, though I gave no response to her reference of being jailed.

         "As long as you are no longer dizzy, and the side effects have worn off." I answered.

         "Cool," She slid off of the medical berth, losing her balance for a moment, but quickly gained it back, "How much energon did you guys manage to get?"

         "Enough to last a month or so, though that's if the Decepticons remain dormant in that time."

         "Ha, knowing the tin-can, he's gonna be looking for me, so don't get your hopes up."

I couldn't help but give the smallest smile at the nickname given to Megatron, but it quickly disappeared as the gravity of the situation pulled it down.

         "My I ask you a question?"

         "Well, technically that is one, but yeah sure, shoot." She smiled, stretching her spinal column as she reached up with both servos.

         "While you do not have to answer, I am genuinely curious, why was your Sire never around, and your Carrier beating you? I've heard stories of such things, but the roles have always seemed to be reversed, and the Carriers more... loving to their offspring."

I could see the hesitation in Wildstryke's optics, and was glad I gave her a way out of the question. I had assumed it was a touchy subject, but even my own curiosity can get the better of me. I was surprised when she gave me an answer as she sat back down on the berth.

         "It's not as publicized as men abusing women, but sometimes women abuse men as well," She no longer had her usual sparky attitude, and sounded rather dull, almost lifeless, so I could tell she had detached herself to answer me, I pitied her, "My Sire was never around in order to escape my Carrier, who beat him as well as me and my brother. Though he never was a dead-beat father like my mother always said. He paid the bills, and put food on the table." There was a long pause, though her detachment stayed. This silence was only disrupted by her asking if I had any more questions.

         "No... I'm sorry you had to recall your past to answer me..."

         "It's fine, the last I heard of her she was in Paris, most likely having an affair." She chuckled, though it had no feeling in it, "The only reason why I know is because I raced with Knockout."

I did not like this version of (Y/N). It was broken, and almost dead, and looked to be completely un-fixable, so I changed the subject.

         "You and Knockout have certainly created a history together."

Almost immediately her optics lit up, and the femme everyone knew came back.

         "You have no idea."

I listened as she talked on and on about their adventures. Though I did not approve of the illegal side of it all, I enjoyed hearing of her triumphs.

         "If I was asked to choose our best ride together, I honestly wouldn't be able to give an answer... oh, I'm sorry. I'm rambling... you probably have other things to do rather than hear my Decepticon filled stories."

She smiled sheepishly at me, and I found it to be not fitting to her character, but I smiled back, softly.

         "It's alright. Though I may not approve of the motives to your actions, it is nice to hear a change to the usual Decepticon agenda."

         "In all honesty, it hasn't changed all that much," Wildstryke shrugged, "Knockout's still the mad doctor with to many sharp implements."

She laughed, and I asked her what was so funny.

         "Nothing, I just imagined the cherry's response to my statement. 'You can never have to many sharp implements!' " She made herself sound offended, and made an almost perfect mimic of Knockout as she acted the part as well, the only difference was her voice. She laughed as she stepped back onto the floor.

         "I should probably go back to my human form, don't want to stay away from it for to long."

         "I will leave you to it then."

I stepped out of her way, and watched as she turned toward the vault hallway.

     Yes, I see why Knockout has become so attached to her. I only hope this chance to change doesn't pass him by. Perhaps he can manage to convince others to join our cause, if not for their own gain, then for (Y/N)'s safety as a human. 

(I debated whether I should write his POV or not, cause I don't think it was what you all would be expecting... BUT now you know. The picture above is Wildstryke. I drew it myself. The reason why there is no color is because I plan on changing the color in the story. Yes there is an optic but it wouldn't show up in the picture. Hope you all like it! Thanks for reading!)