Chapter 1

                                    

                                          
"Amal."
                          
The blonde haired girl looked at the voice that called her name, which belonged to Megatron. Well, literally yes, but only from a recording of him played by Soundwave.
                          
"Hey Sound's." Amal said, walking up to him. "Starscream—need assistance." The silent femme played. She nodded, hopping onto the servo she had lowered down while talking to her. The TIC carried her to the control room where Starscream stood, staring off into the sky around them.
                          
"Hey Screams." Amal said, hopping off Soundwave's servo and landing on her peds. "Thank you, Soundwave. That is all you'll be needed for. Take control, if you will." Starscream ordered, walking to Amal. Soundwave walked past them without a word or motion and proceeded with the control of the ship.
                          
"The troops are finishing up an energon mine as we speak, they have yet to load all the energon up. Do watch them and be in charge of the operation, I don't want another incident like last time." Starscream ordered, folding his servos behind his back.
                          
Amal nodded, smirking as she remembered the Vehicons somehow managing to drop and lose all the energon off the ship. Amal turned, starting to walk out.
                          
"And Amal?"
                          
Amal stopped and glanced back. "If any Autobots show up...well, you know the drill." Starscream said, mentally smacking himself for still treating her like a sparkling before turning around to take the controls.
                          
Amal sniffed. "Yea, Screams..." she mumbled, feeling suddenly sick about the thought of her best friend gone for so much longer than expected.
                          
It was a year and half ago that they had lost full contact with the warlord, and about a week ago when Soundwave and Knockout pronounced 'Missing In Action'. But Amal didn't give up hope. Megatron would return. He always did.
                          
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Amal sniffed, rubbing her nose as she watched the troops transport the energon to the cargo crate. "Man, gotta talk to KO about the allergies." She grumbled before a Vehicon approached. "Report, 3THAN?" She asked, glancing up at him. "We have one more load left of Energon, ma'am. Everything is running smoothly." 3THAN reported, saluting. Amal nodded before the sensor in her arm beeped.
                          
She opened up her arm, the motion sensor coming out. An Autobot signaled was close, driving right for them. "Can't do a single damn thing without getting caught. Vehicons..." she muttered, slamming the sensor shut angrily, making a shock go through her body. Her eyeball twitched from it uncontrollably, making her smack her head.
                          
"Let's get outta here boys, an Autobots approaching. Leave the rest, it's useless." 
                          
"Wait! I want the Autobot, alive!" 
                          
Amal frowned, clicking her com link. "Why? Not even Megatron would go after one—" "I'm not Megatron, Amalgamous. Get the Autobot to me, or don't expect to be sent into battle for a long time." Starscream threatened before cutting the com link.
                          
Amal grumbled, kicking a rock in anger. "Should we distract the Autobot, ma'am?" 3THAN questioned nicely. "Yea. That would be nice. I need a clean shot. Send half the troops back, the rest of you fire at the Autobot, but make sure not to hit anything vital. Screamer will have our helms." Amal said, stomping over to her backpack that laid near where the cargo crate had been.
                          
Half the troops were gone by the time the Autobot got there, and Amal was hidden behind some rocks until the time was right. She scanned the Autobot with her arm sensor before it pulled up all her data base from the Hall of Iocon.
                          
"Cliffjumper. Well, aren't you an active fellow. You'd be nice to use for some bribery. Sorry bud, I don't mean any harm." Amal muttered to no one in particular as she turned and shuffled out slightly from behind the rock, pulling up her Cybertronian sniper, that could shrink down to fit in her backpack perfectly.
                          
"This won't hurt a bit. Night night, Autobot. Don't let the Insecticons bite." Amal whispered before shooting. The dart hit Cliffjumper on his neck, making him yelp before smashing into a wall, one of his horns flying off and landing a few feet away.
                          
Soon, Cliffjumper was out, ready for transportation. "Get him into the cargo crate fast." Amal said, sliding down the slope around the mine, approaching Cliffjumper's passed out body. She stared at it before patting his head and walking away as she called for a ground bridge.
                          
Cliffjumper was loaded onto the cargo and taken up, leaving Amal to wait for a ground bridge so she could report to Starscream.
                          
A ground bridge opened, but once she started walking towards it, an Autobot walked through, making her eyes widen as she scrambled to hide, but only slammed to the ground onto her stomach. Luckily, the following Autobots were busy looking for bigger danger, so she was able to get into hiding before they saw.
                          
"Ah fuck, ah fuck, ah fuck!" She whispered, activating her arm sensor to scan how many had came through. The arm sensor flashed a 'system failure' warning, making her groan quietly and smack it back down into her arm.
                          
She peaked out from behind the rock, seeing the Autobots talk to each other. She was panicking now, unsure what to do without a ground bridge or communications to escape. So, she silently snuck off, quickly dashing into the forest nearby once she was close enough to the tree line.
                          
"Did you hear that?" Arcee asked her teammates, glancing at the trees that ruffled. "Nope." Bulkhead mumbled, nudging a still Vehicon with his ped. Arcee stared at the tree line for a bit before Optimus called for a ground bridge again, and they returned to the base while Amal just kept running through the forest until she grew tired and fell.