I grinned as the final bell rang. "Dobby is freeeeeee!!!!!"

Other students looked at me strangely but I only laughed. If only they knew just how different I was from them. I quickly spotted Rafael and Jack talking, and I put up my business face.

"Jack, Rafael", I spoke as I approached them.

"Who are you?" Rafael asks, nervousness. "Your voice sounds familiar."

"My name is Historia", I say softly.

Rafael's eyes widen before he tugs on Jack's sleeve. "Wasn't one of the robots from last night called Historia...?"

I grin, my business expression disappearing. "Yep, that's me! But, shh... keep it a secret. Oh, by the way, my commanding officer wants to talk to you. I can give you guys a ride to base if you would like."

Rafael was all for it, but Jack was a little hesitant. "How can we be sure we can trust you...?" he asks. I shoot him a grin.

"I've gone to school with you for most of this year yes? We just want to protect humankind from facing the wrath of our war, but Optimus Prime fears that since you've been seen with us, you could be in grave danger", I say, my voice going solemn as I spoke.

Jack sighs, before shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I just... I can't. I have other things I need to focus on, and giant talking robots are not one of them."

"Giant talking robots?" a new voice pipes. I look around to see the new foreign exchange girl, Miko. I groaned.

"Great, now there's more humans...", I mumbled before looking at all of them. "Alright, all three of you are coming with me now. If you want to leave afterwards, you can, but Optimus Prime must inform you of the situation."

Jack sighs but follows me to my alt mode. They all stare at it in speculation, especially Jack and Rafael, evidently recognizing the green paint. They give me glances, trying to be subtle but I still noticed.

I ignore them though and gesture to my alt form. "Well? We don't have all day."

Miko and Raf climb into the backseat, while Jack very hesitantly climbs into the passenger seat. Still feels weird... I quickly shake it off, before hopping into my alt mode.

"Okay, guys, don't freak out", I say.

"About what?" Miko pipes up. My holoform disappears, and they all stared at where it was once sitting in surprise. Especially when my engine starts, seemingly all on its own.

"Woah!" Miko exclaims. I laugh, the sound echoing around my interior.

"Sorry if I scared any of you. I'm not trying to, and I'm taking it much slower than the other bots would have, especially Arcee. Anyway... let's get this show on the road!"

I quickly drive out of the parking lot, minding the speed limit. Slightly. I may have driven a couple miles over, excited to get these unfamiliar and strange weights off of my interior.

Soon we came to the plateau in which hid our base, named Autobot Outpost Omega one. I have no idea why Optimus decided it needed a name, it's literally the only Autobot base in this section of the galaxy.

The humans slightly freaked out when I went driving offroad towards the side of the moment, not knowing that it was a hidden base. They probably had no idea it even existed until this moment.

As they all hopped out of my interior, I let out a quiet sigh of relief, and transformed.

"Oh thank goodness I can finally transform! I may love going to school, but I hate being stuck in my alternate mode all day!" I was stretching, not noticing the strange looks my teammates were giving me, nor the amused ones from the humans, even if they didn't fully understand.

I did however, hear a quiet chuckle come from inside the ground bridge. However, before I could investigate, Ratchet spoke up.

"I thought there were two?" he asks, unhappiness filling his voice.

"Eh, well, you know, the third one overheard us talking, and I just thought 'The more, the merrier!' Well, not really, but I knew Optimus would want her to come along. At least I hope. I may be wrong. Sorry if I am. I just-" I was cut off by the deep baritone voice I had come to love.

"You were correct in your assumption, Historia", Optimus says. I look behind me to see that Optimus had somehow managed to sneak up behind me. I turn around and take a step back, my tanks starting to churn from being so close to him.

"Alright, cool", I grin before allowing Optimus to go into his explanation of what we are to the humans. I ignored it. I had heard this speech many times over again. I only started paying attention when I heard my name.

"Historia was once a historian, but now has become a warrior, and is also currently training to be a medic", Optimus says. I grin.

"That's why I'm currently enrolled in your school, because I love history, and I wanted to learn all about your planet's history. I've taken as many history classes as possible, as well as researched extensively on the internet", I say. Rafael looked impressed, as well as Jack, but Miko... she was staring at me.

"How can anyone LIKE history?!" she exclaimed.

"I like history because it shows what has happened time and time again. You can learn from the mistakes that have been made in history, and learn to not make them, like those in the past did. Just like with Hitler and World War II. We saw what happened then, and we took steps to prevent that from ever happening again. That's part of what the UN is for. To prevent another world war", I say, defending the subject of history. Miko stares at me with dislike in her eyes. She only looked away when Optimus spoke again. I was paying attention to what was happening, instead I was thinking about what I had just said about the world wars, and how that was prevented.

The humans had a good idea, with the UN, to create something that was specifically meant to prevent war. If only we had something like that on Cybertron. Perhaps that is what the High Council was for, before it turned corrupt. Perhaps if we had a better system, perhaps if Megatron, or anyone for that matter, had not grown up in the Pits, or in poverty, perhaps this war would not have been started. Perhaps we would still be in the Golden Age of Cybertron. But alas, it is not so, and this war has been waging for eons.

I sighed, before noticing that everyone was staring at me. I blinked. "What?"

"Why do you act like such a child?" Arcee asked. I was immediately confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, considering what you just spoke of, about the humans having the right idea with the UN, and then with the High Council of Cybertron, and all that. All that deep scrap, why do you still act like such a child when you're probably one of the most mature, and thoughtful ones of us all?" Arcee says.

Realization dawned on me. "You mean I said all that out loud?"

"Yeah", came the unanimous reply.

"Oh..."

Arcee asked the same question she had asked earlier. "So, why do you act like a such a child?"

I was not ready to speak the truth, so I lied. "I... I don't know."

In truth, I did know. But that was a deep part of my past, part of my personal history, and it was not something I was ready to share.

"Yes, you do know. I can see it your optics", Arcee persisted.

Optimus spoke with a warning tone of voice. "Arcee."

"She knows much of why we act the way we do, but we don't know why she acts the way she does! Don't we deserve to know?"

It was then that I finally grew upset. I had given her my answer, and still she persisted. Optimus warned her to stop, she still persisted. So I broke. But I didn't shout.

I spoke in a soft, dangerous voice. "Have you ever thought that perhaps I'm not ready to share? The answer to your question, Arcee, is part of a past I'd rather forget. It's not something I just share with anyone. They have to be close friends or family for them to know why exactly I act the way I do. So maybe, you should stop and think for a moment before you ask something that could be extremely personal to someone else." The base was silent as I finish speaking

"I'll be going for a drive", I murmur. "My comm unit will be open if you need me."

With that, I transformed, and drove away.