LEchoes of the alarms rang throughout your escape pod. "Warning:," droned the warning systems, "entering atmosphere of plant: Earth. Prepare: for a very rocky ride." You hissed in annoyance. That stupid never ending voice was the only thing keeping you from losing complete sanity.

You, (Y/n), were one of the first Decepticons to bail from the war on Megatron's orders. Only now had you just woken up from stasis. This planet, called 'Earth', held high reading in energon.

There was mining energon signals, and...were those DECEPTICON energon readings?!?! You looked closer and found that they were indeed your fellow comrades' life signatures. And then there were...Autoscum signatures as well. You were snapped out of your train of thought when your pod broke through Earth's atmosphere. You didn't even think it had one in the first place! But then you remembered that the escape pod systems had said that it did.

Through the tiny window of the escape pod, you saw a flash of green and blue before colliding with the ground. Hard. Thank Primus that you didn't get knocked out.

With your pod being half-submerged in Earth's muddy terrain, escaping the pod proved to be quite the task for you. 'Primus SLAGGIT!' You thought. Finally pushing a wall of the pod out, you saw a groundbridge open. And out, in all his foul red-and-blue glory, stepped the leader of the Autobots: Optimus Prime.

And following suit behind him, came Bumblebee, Arcee,and Smokescreen.

"State your designation," Optimus said. You smirked slightly. He mustn't have noticed your symbol. 'Oh well,' you thought. 'That'll have to change, won't it?' You pulled out your swords, jumped, and began attacking.

The two-wheeler tried to aim her ion blaster at you, but couldn't get a straight aim. It wasn't even 3 clicks later that you had all of the Autobots clean out, energon and mud redecorating their paint job.

All of them except Smolescreen, who hadn't even fought yet. A look of shock, pain, loss, and fear crossed hit faceplates and optics.

You pulled your swords out of the ground, smirking. "Remember me Rookie? 'Cause I sure remember you," you sneered, pointing the tip of your blades towards him.

"No...no no NO! You offlined! I saw you! With my own two optics!" Smokescreen shrieked, backing into a tree, his servo transforming into a cannon.

"Correction, Smokescreen- own optic." A shot flew past your helm, missing you by a digit's armor. Optimus had woken up.

"Smokescreen, retreat." Smokescreen hissed a violent no.

"Smokescreen? What is wrong?" Optimus asked.

"Sh-sh-she- she's the one who offlined him!" You smirked.

"Him? May I ask who him is? Or, more to terms, was?"

Twirling your deadly killing blades in your servos, you made optic contact with the final prime.

"I may be able to answer that question, Prime."
He looked at you curiously. "Have you heard of Alpha Trion? Or what became of him in the attack to that precious relic hall of yours?"

Optimus staggered back. "D-do you mean that- you?"

You cackled. "Yes, Prime. I offlined your dearest Alpha Trion. With these very blades, actually."

"Smokescreen. Base. Now!" The weak Rookie and his leader walked through a groundbridge portal. Not even a moment later, a second groundbridge could be heard opening behind you. You groaned, exasperated.

"If you're a 'Bot, go run for the hills. If you're 'Con, why weren't your acts down here sooner? Coulda had help. Anyways," you said ranting on, turning to face the crew behind you, "I got some prisoners." You gestured to the unconscious Arcee and Bumblebee.

"Who are YOU?" Asked big, scary, and gray.

"Sorry for lack of intoduction there, mates. But I'm (Y/n)."

"And I and Lord Megatron!" The buckethead bellowed. Your (e/c) optics widened in surprise before kneeling down to the ground.

"My apologies, my liege. It shall not happen again."

"You are a Decepticon? How can you, a scrawny femme, help us?" You mentally smirked, but kept a straight face.

"My liege, give me your best fighter. I promise you, I can beat them." Megatron cocked an optic ridge up.

"Oh really now?" The smirk of his was clearly evident. The seeker behind him was slowly inching backwards. Megatron looked deep in thought.

"Very well," the tyrant said with a nod. "STARSCREAM!"

The sad looking seeker shot up before the warlord. "Y-yes, my liege?" The said Cybertronian stuttered.

"Find Dreadwing and have him report to me immediately."

You waited for 'Dreadwing' to show up. It felt like corns before the silver seeker showed up with a larger, bulkier looking blue and gold seeker following up behind him.

"My liege," said the blue one, "you called?"

"Indeed I did, Dreadwing. You have a good line of successes, am I wrong?"

"No, my liege."

"Very well. This one," Megatron said, motioning towards you, "has challenged you to a fight."

Dreadwing stood up to face you, confusion written all over his faceplates.

He pulled out his sword. 'Hm. Keeps good care of his sword. Either a perfectionist about his weapons or a swordsmech.'

You cocked you helm to the side, your servos out to the sides in the universe-wide symbol of 'come at me bro.' And that he did.

You dodged his sword by bending back, and managed to run behind him as he did a spin to find you. You dodged another oncoming blow again by sliding to the side.

You pulled up a sharp digit up into the air and scraped it across his helm. Your (f/c) and (s/f/c) armor turned into a dark green, your frame became bulkier and heavier. Your once (e/c) optics had turned a bright, vibrant red. Once the transformation was finished, you looked nearly identical to Dreadwing, armor colors aside.

Gasps rang throughout the Decepticon army. 'Always get them,' you thought. Starscream hid behind the cherry red mech, the cherry red mech was grasping the servo of a bigger blue mech, the one with a mask nodded, and Megatron smiled evilly.

Dreadwing reeled his helm back in shock. The sound of a sword dropping echoed throughout Earth's forest. A devilish smirk sat upon your faceplates. "What? S-Skyquake?"

"Oh no, Dreadwing, I'm afraid that I am not your brother dearest." Slowly kneeling down, he reached to pick up his sword. He threw it into the ground with the he hilt still facing towards him.

"I can't." Dreadwing said, much to everyone's surprise.

Megatron nodded to Dreadwing. "Very well. You," He said, motioning for you to come closer, "are now one of us. Welcome to the Deceptcons (Y/n)."