The orange and white femme internally sighed and slid her servo off of Prowl's and let it drop to her side, although Prowl had told her some about himself, it wasn't much, if she dug though her processors deep enough, she probably already knew everything the battle strategist had just said. But it was a start. Literally one of the firsts things he told he was that he wasn't ready to tell her who he really was, so this was a step closer in their....odd relationship, if you would call it that.

But another question struck her processors.

Who was Prowl?

The emotionless Third in Command in the Autobot army? Chief Battle Strategist? Her bondmate? Yes perhaps, but that only defined Prowl, she wanted to know who Prowl was, even if she had to stay here for another four hundreds years, preferably not, but she understood her own point. Regaining her original focus, the femme bit her lower derma before starting her background story. Looking at the mech, the airel bot almost frowned when seeing that his expression has returned to it's normal icy demeanor. Leaning back somewhat on her makeshift chair, the femme began.

" Like you, I was raised in Icon, and as any good parixian, I wanted to go to the Academy, but I wanted to Study law. My creators were more then willing to help me archive my goal. Before I left for the academy, an accident occurred. My creators where victims to a gas that leaked from, oddly enough, Shockwave's lab. Although no extremely details were given about it, I was informed it entered through their olfactory sensors, and after several solar cycles, they were draining lubricant from their optics. They were offlined in three complete cycles, so to pay for my education at the academy I joined Icon's airel armed forces, and as you know, just before graduation the war broke out, so they put my training to use, and I've been in a commanding position ever since, until I ended up of course."

" May I ask what your actions were, just prior to arriving here?" The battle strigist asked, his facial plate still as impassive as before. The femme frowned slightly at the request but then nodded.

" I was informed not to share this information with anybot, but realizing your the one who probably gave the orders to, why not." She replied curtly.

Airstrike looked at Prowl seriously in the optic, her own features hardening.

" I must warn you, I'm not a good bot. This war made me....take certain measures. I don't regret anything I did, but some of it was broader line.....wrong."

" Who do you think gave you those orders to do that." The mech added stiffly, almost like he was trying to justify her deeds.

" Fair enough." The flyer answered. " But Who said I was ordered too? I am a high ranking officer Commander and I many a times gave the orders without clearing it with the command central."

The t.i.c's derma pressed into a thin line. Performing a mission with clarification from himself or Ultra Magnus was responsible, but then again, he himself had done so....but he also was Third in Command, not everything he did had to be supervised.

" So my team and I." The femme continued. " Were assigned to retrieve a missing artifact from a neutral camp. When we arrived, it wasn't just neutrals. Almost all of them were cons, so after finding the relic, we completed my mission, but destroying the Decepticons. And we did, we bombed the entire camp, even the neutrals." 

Prowl watched as the bot sitting across from him tensed. He was the one to assign that mission, but what appalled him slightly was that she didn't protest. She just did it. When giving out missions similar to the one Airstrike described, most autobots would protest, and find a way around his orders, but she...she just did them, without question, and that's what unnerved him.

" And Like my incident, you called for a ground bridge bit ended up here." The cop bot interrupted. Airstrike hummed softly.

" Exactly sir." She answered quickly, then an idea came to processors.

" What about you Commander? What was your mission? I already know who gave you your injuries, but what where you doing exactly?" The airel bot questioned, propping her elbow on the dusty table and tucking her servo under her chin. Prowl mentally rolled her optics at her unprofessional posture, but inclined to her question.

" If you must know, it was a rescue mission. Something I'm rarely sent on."

" More of a mech in the chair eh?" The femme smirked, receiving a small glare from the battle strategist.

" I suppose...but continuing, Second in Command Ultra Magnus had been bot napped, and it was up to my team to rescue him. Near the end, I stayed in the back of the group, they escaped, I got shot and ended up here." He finished bluntly.

" Hmmmm, well at least your not dead."

" I supposed that is a plus? If that's how you would say it. Also another question. What's his story?" Prowl asked, pointing a white digital at a unhappy Steelclamp.

" Steelclamp?" Airstrike referred. " Oh, well he was here when I arrived. Just a small starving pup, I think he survived that crash, or was a result of it." The femme explained, smiling fondly at her pet.

" That would explain his dislike of my presence." The t.i.c announced, receiving a puzzled look from his not really bond mate.

" I have yet to are why-"

Prowl cut her off, wanting answers. He noticed that she was trying to wean information about himself out of him, and she was respectful and even nice, nobody was like that....except for Bumblebee....but that came with his young age and innocence which the war was slowly stealing from him

" Why?" The mech whispered in a low but serious tone. " Why are you like this? Telling me about yourself that you should't have said, trying to get to know me?! No one does that, or even wanted to."

The flyer began to rise slowly from her spot, but the mech quickly grabbed her arm and stopped her. Ignoring the low growing coming from the cyber dog, the mech leaned closer to her.

" Why?"

Airstrike offered him a small half smile.

" Because, you seemed like a misrepresented bot, and besides, we're probably going to be here a while, and you ARE my spark mate."

Releasing his grip on her, the cop watched as the femme left her seat and left the room, where he wasn't sure, but whatever she had just told him left a odd feeling pooling in his chassis......"

A/N

This is what the room kinda looked like