Transformers Prime: Project Predacon

Wrong Team

I watched them silently. They knew. I was an Autobot a long time ago. My spark wasn't in the right place. My brain said kill them but my spark said they were family. I couldn't hurt my family. No. They weren't family. They were the enemy, and deserved to die for what they did to Megatrons troops. But they didn't. They just did what was necessary to take back family. But that raised a question.

"Why... didn't you come for me? I was an Autobot. I deserved to be found. I deserved what I fought for. I deserved a family that protects each other and doesn't kill for the fun of it. Why didn't you come for me...?"

It felt wrong to say that I deserved to have a family. I didn't have a family. I had my leader. I had my creator, but none of my kind. I was an Autobot, trapped inside a huge beast that was thirsty for blood. My mind was filled with lies. What did I do to deserve this? I wanted to be a normal Bot again. I didn't want to be huge. I wanted to be someone with thumbs, and blasters. I wanted to walk on two legs. I wanted to be what I was. I wanted.... to be ME.

Ratchets POV

We watched the giant Predacon. She was quiet. She watched us. Her eyes said murder, but she was hesitating. Obviously something had hit her, a feeling. And it hit her hard. I watched her struggle with herself. Maybe she was trying to comprehend what she was. What she had been. What she could be. She took a tiny step back, away from us. She didn't want to disappoint her master, and her creator, but she didn't want to hurt us. She was conflicted and all of us watched as she stood there, trying to decide what to do.

Suddenly, gears started to shift, and pull into a different shape. Starting with her chest, and then her back, and continuing. I didn't know what was happening. What was happening? I watched as the form became smaller, and smaller yet, taking a size of a normal Autobot. Finally, the pieces and gears stopped shifting. Revealing a very young, female Autobot, that was standing there utterly confused and appalled at what had just happened to herself. All I could think was 'what the shit. Is that even genetically possible? I've never heard of anything like that happening, to anything.' She blinked several times, obviously confused. She looked down at her hands, turning them over, closing and opening them. She didn't look anything like she just did. She looked like a normal Autobot, only confused.

"W-what.....?" She said aloud.

Her voice was soft and gentle. And still confused. Her optics widened at the sound of her own voice. Her optics were an unusual shade of green, outlined with a dark blue.

Everyone was asking the same thing. What. We all stared at her, nobody lowered their blasters, just out of precaution. Her optics were full of fear, of herself. Her optics met mine, and she searched, for an answer. For something that would make sense. I didn't have anything, at all.

Bumblebee beeped quietly, "How...?"

We were all confused. I was baffled. Predacons couldn't do that. Not that I knew of. They were beasts that couldn't be controlled, but Megatron managed to do it. Nothing is impossible. She suddenly took a few steps back.

"You- you have to get out of here. Before Megatron finds out. He'll have my helm. Get out of here. I don't want to... hurt you. Please."

We moved. Quickly. Optimus didn't move. He stayed right where he was.

"Optimus, this is our chance, before someone gets hurt. Let's go." Arcee said.

Optimus just stared at her. She watched him, and then suddenly looked away.

Optimus turned, as if to leave, then said, "We can't leave her."

I looked at Optimus, long and hard. Trying to understand why he would say that. She was an Autobot. She was scared. And her ass was about to be whooped if she didn't get outta Megatrons sight for a while.

Optimus didn't hesitate. He walked right up to her, grabbing her slender arm, and dragged her in the direction we were originally heading.

"W-wait!! I can't go with you. Megatron will have my helm on his wall!!"

Optimus didn't stop.

"Your not going back to him. You'll be safe with us."

She didn't protest, but looked back at the large cathedral mournfully, as if she was going to miss being there. She walked beside Optimus, almost nervously, she didn't know what was going to happen to her. And yet she continued to follow, continued to trust that we weren't going to kill her, or hurt her. And we all trusted Optimus. Obviously his judgment about her was correct, he trusted her. WheelJack looked incredibly pissed. He looked at her with a distasteful expression. It didn't seem they would get along very well, but maybe she wasn't that bad after all.

What were we going to do with her?

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