[Third Person POV]

Rachel, after having the energon transfusion, lay unmoving on the table. Her back, sliced open, revealed an odd layer of cybermatter hidden under her human skin. The tendrils seem to be the culprit and have also, as mentioned earlier, formed a new rib in place of the one forcibly removed. The two Decepticons stand gazing at her in confusion. Her vitals were stable, but now she was showing no movement, and her brain activity was....

Odd.

Knockout is the first to notice and walks towards a screen. "Hmm.... Unusual brainwave readings." He steps back to allow Shockwave through, who gazes at the screens with his single red optic. "Intriguing. It seems that the predacon personality from the bone specimen is attempting to take control of her mind." Knockout's face frowns, and he turns towards the woman on the table. His optics wander towards the table next to her, which held the beaten and battered suit of armor she had on. He was very thankful that she was wearing clothes underneath it, as he didn't want to see her fleshiness more than necessary. 

"Well, what do we do now? Do we continue to.... remove parts of her, or do we attempt to remove part of these predacon tendrils that are forming all through her back?" He walks over, moving the table holding her suit away so he can be right next to her table. Shockwave turns from the consoles and walks up to the other side. "We should attempt removal of a sample of the predacon pieces. They could deem useful in... future research." 

Knockout nods, and retrieves a small set of what seem like pliers. "I'll hold it, you cut it? You have steadier hands, doctor." Shockwave nods, retrieving something akin to a bone saw. Knockout swiftly locks the pliers down onto a piece of the cybermatter that was forming from a tendril and pulls, exposing the source. 

The woman doesn't move.

Without another word, Shockwave lowers the saw and starts to slice through the tendril.

Still no movement. 

As he cuts through the tendril, he lifts the saw carefully and moves further up, then begins again.

Despite all of this, Rachel still makes no noise or movement. 

Knockout becomes slightly tense. Her brain waves were still odd, but they hadn't changed. Her vitals were stable, but she was unnaturally quiet. It made his spark uneasy. Shockwave, however, didn't share the same feeling as he easily finishes the slice. "You may slowly remove the sample, Knockout." The red mech nods and slowly slides the piece out of the woman's back and carefully brings it to a table. The two lean forward, examining this piece of cybermatter that seemed to be forming from the tendril.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say this resembles a wing, doctor." Knockout says, turning his optics towards Shockwave. "Your statement is logical. However, it should be impossible for her body to hold something that large. Her epidermis would rupture from the pressure...... Unless..." He turns, his cyclops gaze falling on the woman just in time to see the 'wing' finish repairing itself. Knockout follows his gaze, and finishes his sentence.

"Unless it was already 'ruptured'." His voice holds slight worry, but before he can voice it, the consoles release a loud noise, and red flashes everywhere. Shockwave begins to rush towards them, but just as he passes the table, something crashes into him and launches him across the room and into the door. Knockout, wide optic, stares at the scene before him.

A single, large, blood covered blue and black predacon wing was protruding from the left slice in the woman's back. Her hands suddenly curl into fists, and she slams against the restraints. They hold tight, and a growl is released from her. Shockwave, having regained his balance on his peds, gazes upwards and aims his cannon-arm. Rachel slams against the restraints again, and Knockout takes a step back. Shockwave swiftly fires a single shot. The plasma blast flies straight towards Rachel's exposed back as she struggles once more. The restraints shatter as the blast collides, causing smoke to fill the room for a moment.

The red mech coughs, waving some of the smoke away from his face. "Well.... that was dramatic." Shockwave, keeping his canon up, keeps his gaze locked on the area still covered with smoke. "Do not be quick to assume this is over, Knockout." The red mech's smile falters as his optics turn back to the table. A royal blue glow was emitting from under it, and the outline of wings was starting to show. The red mech releases a gasp just as the wings shift and slam downwards, sending the smoke away from the table in a single blast. Knockout covers his face with his servos while Shockwave makes no motion, only keeping his canon locked on her back.

As the smoke clears from his optics, Knockout grunts at what was uncovered. Rachel was on her hands and knees, free from the restrains, and sporting two wings that were nearly three times her size. They were definitely predacon wings, and the dark, royal blue cybermatter forming the base of the wings held a soft glow to them, similar to each of the joints on them. Large claws protrude from the first joint of the wings, and they were folded in such a way that they had guarded her back from Shockwave's shot.

The purple mech steps forward, his canon still raised. "Lord Megatron, I request back up in my laboratory. We have a .... situation." At the warlord's name, Rachel's head snaps up, causing Knockout to jump back with a shout. As her gaze falls on him, he feels his energon run cold at the rage that floated in them. They were a bright burning yellow, and filled with some animalistic urge to kill. 

And he was in her sights.

With a snarl, she launches herself at him, her wings thrusting her forward. The red mech barely ducks in time to dodge her approach, and he swiftly jumps forward, rolling against the ground and springing up next to Shockwave. "It seems that she gained strength from the energon!" He shouts, making the purple mech nod. "It would seem we were fooled."

Rachel, having flipped in mid air and crashed against a shelf, crouches on the shelf and glares at the two mechs. Her powerful wings were now curling behind her, preparing to attack. Knockout steps back, and Shockwave slightly lowers his helm, but his canon doesn't move. With a roar, Rachel blasts towards the two just as Shockwave releases a blast towards her. 

However, with one blast, she flips over it and slams her foot straight into the scientist's only good optic. It shatters upon impact, and she doesn't hesitate to twist, slamming her wing into the side of Knockout's helm. As the two crash down, Rachel gracefully lands on Shockwave's chest. Her wings softly lay over his unconscious body and the tips barely touch the floor. Her breathing was quick, but it swiftly slows down as she takes a deep breath. 

However...

The door before her suddenly clicks, and her gazes shoots upwards. The yellow glow returns, and she growls. On the other side of the door, Megatron stands, his optics burning purple and holding a cold glare in them. Behind him stand Starscream and Soundwave, along with multiple drones. As the door opens, the warlord's optics drop to the scene before him and widen. 

Laying at his peds was his main scientist, blinded and out cold. On his left was Knockout, unconscious with energon slightly dripping from his right audio receptor. His optics fall on the table, where blood and energon was splattered.... but it was empty. Starscream, with wide optics, takes a step back. "L-Lord Megatron.... You don't think...?" Megatron shifts his helm slightly to gaze at Soundwave, who flashes video footage up on his screen. He shows her first use of her wings, then her attack on Knockout, then her attack to them both. However, as the door first clicks, unlocking it, her head whips up. She gazes around, then stares straight up before quickly launching up into the shadows. The doors open not even a second later, revealing Megatron and the others.

The silver mech smirks, then turns back to the room before him. "My, my, Rachel. It seems there truly is more to you that meets the eye... Though you aren't exactly Rachel, are you?" Megatron, while speaking, slowly walks into the room before stopping in the center. "Tell me, Predacon, what's it like living in such a.... fleshy body?" A growl echoes from the warlord's right, and he is swift to fire a shot. The explosion from it barely shows Rachel's silhouette merely inches from the impact zone. She quickly moves again, keeping in the shadows.

After some silence, a deeper voice rings out. "It is better than wasting away on a planet with no hope of escape, Lord Megatron." Something glints off the lighting in the room, and Megatron crouches just as a large blade slams into the visor of a drone that was directly behind the warlord. The blade resembled a claw from the Rachel's wings. Megatron lets off a devilish smirk and stands straighter, turning his gaze back in front of him. "So you were one of the many sent here to guard our supplies of energon off-world." A growl echoes on his left, and Megatron lets off two shots. The first one misses, but the second grazes her wing, completely exposing her for a moment. 

A snarl was on her face, revealing extremely sharp canines, and something was shining on her chest underneath the tattered shirt she was wearing. Her jeans were torn as well, slightly burning on the pant legs from being close to the blasts. Her eyes still shone a bright yellow, and they were locked on Megatron's frame. As the light from the blast dissipates, her eyes still show in the shadows, burning brightly. "I was one of the last alive, having buried most of those I called family due to your arrogance." The eyes don't move, and Megatron steals a glance at the consoles that still showed the two soundwaves. However, a certain mech's mugshot was placed next to one, but the warlord would save that little detail for later.

"Well, you need not worry about that anymore! Join me once more, and we will create more of your kind, Predacon!" At this, the eyes narrow. "I will never heed your commands again." With that, Rachel's body is launched forward, her arms outstretched and metal claws seemingly covering her fingers. As she nears the warlord, he smirks as a ground bridge portal appears in front of him. Soundwave, having opened the portal, has his servo raised and opened, holding it steady. It was set to drop her directly into the brig, trapping her.

Luckily, Rachel was slightly smarter than that. Her eyes suddenly dim, and she drops her wings to her sides. Curling into a ball, the sudden added weight drops her below the portal and slams her on the ground. Using the momentum she had, she rolls under Megatron and springs up behind him. She slices out with a wing and sends Megatron crashing forward on the ground. Before the others can react, she takes out Starscream's legs before giving a well aimed punch to his backstrut. He releases a shout as he slightly skids across the ground. 

However, her feet suddenly meet air as another portal is opened below her. Soundwave, standing behind the portal, gazes down at it, preparing to shut it. Unfortunately, he is slower than the girl, who blasts out of the portal the second it begins shrinking, and she curls herself into a ball. Her wings wrap around her, protecting her as she crashes into the mech's chest. Rolling on the ground behind the downed mech, Rachel comes to a stop on her knees, gasping for air. Her energon levels were low again, so she couldn't allow Broadwing to take control again.

And that meant he couldn't ease the pain anymore.

A hiss escapes her lips, but she slowly stands, turning her head slightly to spot Megatron already getting back up. However, instead of fear, her body fills with something else, and her eyes narrow at his back. She turns on her heel and rushes the opposite direction, growling in pain. "Jazz! What do you know about this warship?" She asks out loud, too focused on running to mentally speak. He quickly spouts off what he remembers about the layout, and Broadwing helps form a better image with his knowledge as well.

'Make a left! That should lead to the flight deck!'

'Be cautious. There may be a seeker armada waiting.'

Rachel smirks at this. "Don't worry, I have a plan."

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YEEEEEEEEEEEEET *dabs as ear splitting bass echoes*

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