. Third Person Perspective .

The femme shifted uncomfortably in the berth. Her optics onlined and she let out a long withheld breath. The room around her frame was unfamiliar and questions began quickly filling her processor.

'hσw díd í gєt hєrє...?'

'whєrє єvєn íѕ hєrє?'

Her thoughts seemed to plague her processor, before pain began to plague her chassis. A groan of discomfort escaped her dermas and she gritted her denta.

The femme began to wonder if she had been captured by an autobot. The lights on the walls were blue after all; most of the Decepticon's ships had red lights after all. Few and far in between had blue lights, considering Megatron usually took it as an insult.

She smiled to herself, despite the pain. The femme had to admit, it was fun being with the Decepticons. They were so easily offended and unbelievably defensive. It was fun to get into a fight every once in a while; a fight that didn't have to do with the war.

The femme froze and her smile fell as she heard heavy pedes approaching. She took in a deep breath and released it, trying to focus on thinking clearly.

'hєαvч pєdєѕ mєαnѕ вíggєr вσt, mσѕt líkєlч α mєch. frσm thє ѕσund σf thєír ѕtєpѕ, thєч ѕєєm tσ вє ѕσmєσnє σf pσwєr. α lєαdєr σf ѕσmє ѕσrt. thє єchσ íѕ lσud thσugh, whích mєαnѕ thєrє'ѕ nσ σnє єlѕє αвσαrd. thíѕ cσuld juѕt αѕ wєll вє α вσuntч.'

The femme remained calm. She knew what to do under these situations, but considering the odds (50/50), she could be in trouble either way.

"You're awake." A stern voice said. The femme was correct, this was (indeed) a mech.

'σnє pσínt tσ mє!'

The femme thought to herself as a joke, really just to help keep her cool.

"I found you in a stasis pod, Decepticon. You are going to answer my questions to the best of your ability, understood?" The voice demanded, barely asking.

"Understood." The femme responded, her voice weak. A small wave of embarrassment washed over her, making her faceplates heat up.

"What's your designation?" Ultra Magnus asked, knowing he'd have to get her up and assist her soon.

"(Y/D/n), sir." The femme answered, voice still weak, but void of emotion.

"Where are the Decepticons?"

"I don't know, sir. I'm afraid I can't answer that. I don't even know how long I was in stasis." (Y/D/n) answered truthfully. Her voice was so sincere, Ultra Magnus couldn't even bring himself to second guess it.

"Why were you in the stasis pod?"

"Aborting the mission, sir. The Decepticons were planning an attack on the Autobots. I was caught and tried to escape to inform the Autobots. I managed to find a stasis pod. My next step was to get into contact with the Autobots, but something hit the pod and forced me to go into power down, sir."

Ultra Magnus paused. This femme was a spy, of course. A very crucial, yet dangerous job. Few returned. Though this femme sounded sincere, she still would have to earn his trust.

"If I let you out of the cuffs would you try to attack me?" Ultra Magnus asked, wanting to let the femme know that he would be on his guard at all times and that she wasn't trusted.

"No sir. For now, I am grateful that you found me. Your trust must be earned in time and I respect that." (Y/D/n) answered, sounding calm and sincere once more. Ultra Magnus hesitated before releasing her of the cuffs.

He helped her up and judging by the way she leaned against him and trembled, he could tell she was in no state to attack him. Ultra Magnus helped (Y/D/n) into another room where he sat her down and gave her an energon cube. While she drank, he took another gander at her injuries.

Once she finished, (Y/D/n) examined the bot kneeling before her. The bot who had taken care of her. A realization quickly comes to her after looking over the bot's features.

"You're Ultra Magnus." She spoke softly. The bot looked up at her and nodded, before looking back at his effort to patch her up. "No offense, sir, but you clearly don't know the first thing about first aid. If you have a first aid kit I could use, that would be appreciated."

Ultra Magnus nodded, ignoring her comment. He wasn't exactly offended, but he wasn't exactly thrilled that she pointed that out to him. Magnus watched as she patched herself up the correct way, taking mental notes on what he did wrong.

"Thank you, again, Ultra Magnus, sir. If I may ask, what's the status on the war?" (Y/D/n) asked. Magnus stood up and looked down at the femme.

"Unfortunately, I don't know. I was sent off to lead a team known as the wreckers, but they soon dispersed and now I'm just trying to find other autobots." Ultra Magnus explained, despite his plain voice, there seemed to be a hint of disappointment. "However, a message before Cybertron fell was sent out to all the autobots. The message said to meet at a planet called Earth."

"Cybertron... fell?" (Y/D/n) asked, disbelief in her optics, as well as her voice. Ultra Magnus nodded and avoided looking into her (o/c) optics, in fear the emotion would project onto him.

"Yes. Now I am headed toward Earth while searching for others." He continued, then turned toward the door. "You should get some rest. If you need anything, the control room is down the hall."

Ultra Magnus left (Y/D/n) to her own. The ship filled with an uncomfortable silence. The door shut and (Y/D/n) seemed to be trapped in her own prison once more.

This prison was full of despair though. She felt a pain in her spark and lubricants form in her optics.

"No..." (Y/D/n) barely whispered. This was it. She's lost everything now.

This war killed her family, her friends, and now... her home.

Now, she is completely alone.

Well... not entirely.