Prologue: Approaching

It's been nearly a year since Prowl's death and the decepticons fall. When Optimus Prime's team returned to cybertron, all costs against them were dropped, Sentinel punished fairly for false accuses. The decepticons were put in the stockades, while their leader was put in a secret, and more secure, location, only few bots know about. Omega Supreme and Arcee, after being gone for so long, stayed to catch up on what they missed. While Optimus and his crew wanted to stay on their home planet, they still had to fix up earth. They tracked down the remaining decepticons that wandered around, like the seekers. Still, a question was brought up several times, where had Sari came from?

While the autobots, had been celebrating the decepticons fall, they had their own problems. Some of the most peaceful decepticon camps, were chaotic. Many bots suggested getting a new leader, but others said it wouldn't help. Most decepticons split up, not being able to take the insanity, some staying hidden, waiting for peace to come again. But at the same time, a plan to get back their leader, was planed.

Why me? Out of all the bots in this stupid project, it's me for the extra role... I mean, I failed nearly every exam, expect things every bot is suppose to know... I can't fight! I'll go offline! The predacon worried in her head. She looked like a earth-canine, but with thicker snot and more robotic. She was red with yellow servos and a grey stripe in the middle of each leg. She had tires on her shoulders, meaning she had the ability to transform into a car, not a jet. She had round metal plates under her ears and a square plate on her nose. Her bright yellow optics were glued at her paws, which were covered up with her half yellow, half orange tail.

"Why me... Most bots would have loved this mission..." She sighed. "What was that?" A voice asked, it was a little more high-pitched then hers, and was rougher. "Out! Don't scare me like that..." The red-canine-like femme gasped. Out had the exact opposite colors of her, but with wings and no tires. Her bright red optics were locked onto her sister. "We're almost to that organic planet. You ready, Scout?" She growled circling her. "Yeah... I do exactly what my name is..." The predacon, Scout, sighed. "Oh come on, sister, we'll finally get sweet revenge. We'll spill their engergon for killing Commander Starscream and capturing our teammates." Out chuckled and sat down next to her sister.

"Killing isn't fun to me." Scout muttered. "Trust me, if doing the honors of turning offline one of the most wanted autobots is as much fun as fighting, I'll be having a blast." Out snickered and padded off, lashing her tail, excited. Scout walked over into the medic bay and saw Knockout, "Hey Knockout." The red mech jumped, not seeing Scout come in, nearly dropping the glass tube in his servos. "For the love of- Oh, Scout. It's you... Please for the love of the AllSpark, knock before coming in, I'm going to blow up this ship if you keep doing that." Knockout sighed, setting the tube back down. "Sorry..." She whimpered. "But, are you nervous about killing those autobots?" She asked.

"I'll just be on the side-line if anyone gets hurt." He explained. "We barely even know anything about them... Other than what they did and that Optimus Prime bot..." Scout barked. "They're autobots, and that's all that matters." He sighed. Scout blinked at him, he was a medic. Medics didn't really fight, so what did she expect. His partner, Breakdown, on the other servo, was much more into action. Like her brother, a flame colored mech named Firestorm. He was one of the best of Project Predacon, expect he wasn't techno-organic like the rest. Which wasn't fair in her opinion. "Kay, well, I'm going to go ask Breakdown when we are going and where my position is going to be." She explained. "See you later." He said, going back to arranging his supplies. The femme let out a quiet sigh, once more, before going off to find another bot once more.