(I do not own any idea of Transformers made by Hasbro, but I do own my OCs. Again I do not own any idea of Transformers made by the Hasbro Company.) W-Where am I? Glance up to see a blurry sight into a dark room coated with machinery. A flowing tube of some kind of liquid sits in the corner far from where I am. looking down I find myself hooked up to a few wires and strap down by metal beams. When I tried to see if I could get out I felt exhausted from the lack of energon. Slowly I come to realize where I was. Within a moment the door open and a femmeling was thrown into the machinery and a mech came in laughing. "You ungrateful femmeling. For once in your useless cycle you let me remove those wings of yours. Your not going anywhere near the decepticons. Not while my spark is still glowing."the mech spoke. I growled and rip off the wires connecting me to a machine that went off alerting someone. I felt my spark enraged by something. I didn't understand until I glanced at the wounded femmeling sitting with a wing cut straight into the center of her wing. The mech who harmed who was in shock as I bent the metal holding me down onto this table before I step freely. "M-my Lord. Your-r online!"he said as I look at him. I seen his symbol on his chest plate. For a second I looked at him thinking he might be one of my own until I glance over at the femmeling. The femmeling was trembling in fear and kept her helm down. One of her optics open to a bright red color...