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Outside of what was a Decepticon mine, the sunset was about to go down across Nevada. The Autobots was there earlier to take the Energon supplys, who would blame them it’s either to run out of it or fight for survival. Yet the Autobots has been more vicious with the Vehicons lately. In their latest break in almost all of the Vehicons died. To make sure the Autobots didn’t get more of the supplies one Vehicon blew the entrance up while holding the bomb. Now in the rumble somehow the Vehicon survived. However being so weak he would just bleed out to death, he couldn’t even feel his right arm or legs and all he could do was wait to someone to save him before he went offline.

‘At least I will die knowing the Decepticons have the upper servor for now.’ The Vehicon thought to himself, feeling he would pass out soon.

Then something happened, something was removing the rumble off him. Did one of his coworkers managed to send a distress signal? Maybe he would survive another cycle after all, thank Primus! He looks up as the final boulder that was near his face, wanting to see who was saving him. Big mistake, two piercing energon blue optics aswell with a small x over them that looked down at the Vehicon, and the worst part? There was no life behind those optics, not even a hint of a spark, it was uncanny with a lack of better word.

“Are you still functioning? I caught a massive detonation on my raiders.” A cold feminine voice spoke.

“…y-ye-es…” the Vehicon answered while his voice glitching out, the explosion must have damage his voice box. The presumably female bot was intensely staring at him before continuing to remove the rumble.

“Do not continue to speak you need to save your energy, my diagnostic is saying your energon levels are low enough to be risk of death. It would be more beneficial for us if you were alive” She continued with the same cold tone, the Vehicon was confused.

‘How did she run a diagnostic without any gadgets?’ He thought to himself, his upper body being free from the rumble. He started to sit up and managed to take a better look at the femme bot.MShe was green with a hint of muted gold and was more wider compared to the traitorous Arachnid. She was quite round with some sharp edges, yet the most striking thing that was on her chassis a familiar logo… a M… M.E.C.H…

“…You-you wo-orking for M.-E.C-H.…?!” The Vehicon quickly shrieked out, the femme bot stopped and then stared at him with those uncanny optics.

“No. I don’t associate with them. Stop speaking.” She ordered with the same emotionless voice, still pushing off the last of the rumble. “You’re heavily damaged, I can stop the bleeding, nonetheless you need to get in contact with your faction. You need a professional medic.” She uttered out, he nodded slowly and tried to send a signal. Who was this bot and why did she have THAT logo?

‘Did M.E.C.H find a pod and torture her to be like that? No that’s impossible… Soundwave would have noticed a pod had landed before them and the Autobots too would have notices. Even if they managed to take her before us, she looks way to fresh be from cybertron. That planet has been dead for  millennia’s, so who is she-‘ the con thought before he saw something that would make him smile, if he had a mouth. A green and blue portal opened up, a red handsome bot for cybertronien standers, Knockout walked out with 2 other Vehicons walking behind him.

“PRIUMS STEVE?!” The Vehicon on Knockouts left shouted out, running up to him and having more pinkish purple paint job. “Looks like a massacre, I guess the Autobots were here.” The Vehicon on the other side noted, having a large scar over his mask.

“Oh dear, you seen better days. I presume you got caught in the explosion.” The red con comment on the blown up Vehicon, who’s also known as Steve, appearance while walking up to him. However when he got close he finally noticed the green femme bot and her logo, he looked at the scard Vehicon on his right and the Vehicons then aimed his iacon blasters at her.

“I didn’t notice you were here and I’m going to assume you work for Silas.” Knockout hissed out with disgust. “Did the rest of M.E.C.H manage to build a functional cybertionien out of Vehicon body parts? Don’t answer me on that. Just give me a reason why this guy should not blow your helm off.” He continued with hatred in his words. The green bot just looked at him with the same emotionless optics before she spoke out.

“I do not associate with Silas or M.E.C.H, I in fact loathe Silas.” She spoke out with a hint of emotion behind her voice that only came up when she spoke Silas name. “I stopped the bleeding, yet I am not possessed with the ability of fixing the malfunctioning on his voice box nor do I have the capability to repair his limbs. I suggest you hurry up before the Vehicon dies” She added like nothing particularly happened earlier, this caught off the red medical professional. He sighed annoyed, waved to the Vehicon to lower his iacon blasters but still not trusting her.

“I guess you did save one of our Vehicons. So what do you want.” He walked up to her glancing her up and down.

“I would like to know if Silas has joined or is captured by your ranks, I do have some… unfinished business with him.” She asked him coldly.

“We’ll your in luck” he sarcastically said with an annoyed expression. “He is one of my new test subjects, but I think you need to speak with our leader about that.” He answered, hoping that Megatron would blaster to bits if she asked him to join. She nodded and walked up Steve to help him up.

“If that’s the case I could at least help your comrade to the Decpticon base.” She said having Steve’s arm over her shoulder piece and the Vehicon with a more pink complexion doing the same. Knockout couldn’t really say no to that, the less work the better for him.

“Why not- I do not think I caught your designation.” The red Decpticon said while walking back to the portal with the scard bot behind him.

“Harpi.” the green femme bot answered as all 5 of them walked into the portal. On the other side there was a room with computers that hade text that the femme bot did not recognise and on the computers where another Vehicon, this one having a black marking on him.

“Pits, Steve is that you?!” The black marked Vehicon squawked out and closed the bridge. “This idiot was lucky that he survived so far, it was an energonbath out there XL-800” The scard Vehicon told him while walking by, sighing under his breath. “Contact Soundwave that we have a ‘guest’ on board who would like to talk with Lord Megatron.” the scard bot gave an order with a mocking tone, XL-800 nodded at immediately send a message to the communication specialist. Knockout showed the way to the medical bay, the green bot looked at her surroundings noting the architecture. When they arrived at the location Harpi with the pink-purple bot helped Steve to lay down on the berth, the medic scanned him, quickly adjusted his voice box and walked to a computer.

“I will comeback soon, I’ve got a few more assignments. Please don’t die on us!” the pinker bot left sadly while Harpi stood beside the berth. She continued to look at the purple ship and then she looked right the computer that was in the medbay. This bot was weird in a way the Vehicon could not describe.

“What are you looking at?” The red bot asked irritated feelings a par of optics on him, the green bot didn’t answer and continued to stare at the computer. Knockout rolled his crimson optics and continued to type away. He hates M.E.C.H. and he heavily disliked her for having that logo. Sure all of the cybertrionens hates M.E.C.H both Decepticon and Autobot, but for Knockout it was personal and Steve could just sense the tension. The red medic walked to the Vehicon and started to remove his limbs to replace them, they where to damage to fix them.

“Uh… not to be that guy but why do you not associate with you’know…” Steve the Vehicon asked very hesitantly, the red medic stopped what he was doing and looked at the green femme. Harpi blinked and continued to be silent, she looked gazed beside her to the wall.

“I was trapped and they were the reason. Simple as that.” She responded with a hint of anger. Knockout scoffed, really was that the only reason? Breakdown was used as a living science experiment, then they used his corpse to revive Silas and she has the audacity to say she was only trapped and not have a single scratch? Now he hoped even more Lord Megatron to kill her on the spot, this brat. The tension from the red Doctor became worse, he would probably killed her by now if he wasn’t busy removing someone’s limbs.

A few more minutes passed by, Harpi not speaking and Knockout focused on his work. The pinker Vehicon came back, he looked a bit nervous. He took a deep vent before telling the green bot that Lord Megatron would like to speak with her right now. The bot in question nodded, walking out of the Med-bay with the pink-purple con showing the way. Steve was just quiet not really know how to react.

“Do you think Lord Megatron will blast her head off?” Steve thought out loud, the red medic responded with a snicker. “Oh most definitely if he doesn’t find that femme useful and I can’t see what she could be useful for.”

“If you say so” Steve hummed, he wasn’t convinced. He before Starscream betrayed them he was second in command and he wasn’t really sure what Lord Megatron saw in that seeker, Starscream to put it kindly is incompetent. If someone deserves to be in second in command or at least was in charge of the Vehicons in his opinion it was Breakdown. He didn’t see them as waste able clones, he saw them bots that also had sparks… if he had the a proper face he would be visibly sad.

A hour or two passed by and getting his limbs replaced one by one, some of Steve’s friends and coworkers came by to check on him to Knockouts annoyance. It got so bad that Knockout showed them out and locked the gate. It made the Vehicon happy to know that his coworkers cared about him and somehow survived an explosion. Well that’s not the craziest thing he has done, he did basically threw a tree at THE Optimus Prime once.

“Could you move your didgets for me.” The automobile asked finally being done with Steve’s arms nerves system. The purple bot nodded and was carefully wiggled his didgets, he lit up and eyed the medic.

“You’re a miracle worker Doc!” He said gleefully. The prideful medic had a grin on his faceplate. “Well of course you only get the best results from moi.” He voiced out his ego, right after a fast knock on the gate, the medic sighed annoyed and open it up.

“STEVE, DOCTOR KNOCKOUT YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED.” A skinner and sharp Eradicon at the gate shouted out. The newly fixed bot leened to see who it was.

“XLR-8? What’s going on?” Steve asked, XLR-8 walked in fast and Knockout closed the gate having an opticridge up.

“You know that weird femme?? Lord Megatron-“ he stopped quickly peeked around before continuing more quietly. “Lord Megatron has gone mad and let her in the Vehicon ranks.”

Both the automobiles looked at the Eradicon with shocked faceplates, well at least the one with a faceplate did and shouts out in shock:

“WHAT?!”

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Harpi was taken to where the Decepticon leader was, her escort being a pinkish-purple Vehicon. If she was honest, she did not really care for the Decepticon cause and she could cared even less about Megatron. If. I she needed ed to speak with him to get to Silasilas she would do it in a sparkbeat. She glanced at her escort, noticing that the bots demeanor was different and scans him.

‘Analysis: Hunched down, shoulder pads tense and careful steps. Conclusion: Nervousness or Fear.’She noted, however a new question popped up in her processor. ‘Query: What’s the reason for the sentiment?’ She thought, the logical explanation is he’s intimidated by their leader or he’s don’t trust her. The pink-purple con con peeked back at her.

“Ehhh… you been staring at me for a bit…” he called her out hesitantly. She apologized and started to just look right forward, the Vehicon did the same still being obviously nervous.

“…so, uh- Harpi r-right?” The Vehicon asked with a stutter, the femme nodded. “Eh- I’m unite PK-182, so what’s your relationship with-“

“Nothing that you should be concerned PK-182.” She answered before the con could finish the question. The femme thought back at her time in M.E.C.H.s’ base, a cold sensation went threw her system that she wished she didn’t feel every time she even thought of them.

‘You’re not there anymore. Quit being unlogical.’ She focused her vision on her servors.

Her escort stopped, both being in a large room that she could only assume was the control room. In front of the control panel was a rather tall mech for a cybertroien standard, he was grey with a hint of purple and had a sharp design. PK-182 walked up to the mech and whispered something before leaving. The big gray mech turned to Harpi, she looked at his red optics and he looked at her chassis, more specifically her insignia.

“Greetings, I presume your Lord Megatron? I’m Harpi.” She stated with the best of her ability to sound respectful with her monotone voice and had a servor on her chassis. She knows a bad impression has already been made just of her having M.E.C.H.s’ logo right on her, so being respectful have a chance to fix that.

“It’s a ‘pleasure’ to meet you, I’ve have heard that you saved one of my Vehicon soldiers.” Megatron thanked her and she noted what could be sarcasm. “And I’m going to assume you want something in return.”

“That assumption is correct, I heard that from your medic that Silas is here.” she answered, the much taller mech narrowed his optic. He  was probably trying to intimidate her, however she glanced at the side and continued.

“I do not work for Silas or M.E.C.H. I was rather pleased when I heard that Silas was dead. Sadly that didn’t stay for long and I would like to join the Decepticons for that reason, to make sure he suffer.” the femme confessed with no filter, she looked back at him making contact with his red optics. She didn’t know how to describe his expression, it could be from being puzzled to intrigue. Perhaps it’s a combination of both.

“So what is the reason for your hatred of Silas then?” Megatron finally asked the dreaded question. For the first time during this entire conversation Harpi blinked. She didn’t know what to answer, there was too many correct answers. It was quiet for a long while, seconds going to a minute before she finally said something.

“Have you ever woken up just to realize that you couldn’t move, couldn’t speak or see… but you knew you were there, Lord Megatron?” The green femme put out a question, the mech had an opticridge up and let her continue.

“That was my existence as long as I can remember, stuck in a small box. All I could do was hear and forced to solve problems that their weak human minds couldn’t handle.” She crossed her arms while she spoke, barely letting a hint of emotions come out with what her monotone voice allowed. The warlord looked at her with now obvious intrigue, having a servo under his chin.

“Is that so?” His red optics looked down at the stranger. It was obvious she wasn’t from Cyberton, that planet has been lifeless for millennials and her armour looks way too simple to be from there. However she could be a creation of M.E.C.H. but why would she be stuck in a small box?

Yet something was for sure, the femme was something else and that was the part that intrigued him the most.

“You may join the faction, although you will have to start in the lower ranks with the Vehicons and go on missions with them.” The rugged warlord explains, facing his back towards her. “Go back to the medical bay so Knockout will fix up your insignia.”

“Thank you my liege.” She bowed gently before leaving the control room and PK-182 escorting Harpi back and not believing what he had just witnessed.

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“What?!”

A loud echo of a shout coming from the medbay that could easily be identified as Knockout with Steve the Vehicon, both just got the news that a certain green femme had just joined the Decepticons.

“This better be one awful joke clone.” The cherry red mech walked up to the Eradicon, XLR-8 who had told the news, with one of his surgical instruments activated. “Because I’m not laughing.”

The skinner mechs wings slumped down and ran behind Steve who just barely survived an explosion earlier and now lost in thought. What did that weirdo manage to convince Lord Megatron to join the Cons? And she’s joining the Vehicons’ rank?? Like they don’t already have a bad reputation!

“Does it look like I’m laughin’?!” XLR-8 spit back, still using the Vehicon as a shield from the doctor’s rage and then ran off when Knockout got too close to him, Steve was trying to calm things down. They were at it for a bit before someone abruptly opened the gate, all three of the mechs looked who it was and seeing a familiar pinkish-purple Vehicon and a green femme standing behind him.

“What did I miss?” PK-182 asked as the two new comers walked in. Harpi standing beside the gate, being awfully quiet.

“Nothing much except that XLR-8 is almost getting decommissioned by Knockout, Pinky.” Steve answered sarcastically and PK-182 elbowed him annoyed.

“I’ve told you not to call me that.” Said the pinker bot out of the 3 purple mechs. “It’s not my fault a certain black striped mech is colour blind!”

Knockout stared at the newly recruited Decepticon and she looked back at him, making eye contact.

“Wow I didn’t expect you to comeback.” He said to her trying to hold up a smile with anger bubbling inside of him. He would not enjoy that glitch’s ‘company’ and she was lucky that she wasn’t offline… yet.

“Thank you.” The femme just answer sharply. Harpi didn’t have much of an opinion on the red medic, however based on ‘Steves’ recovery he must be skilled at his job. “Would you mind adding the insignia over my old one.” She tried to sound a bit more nicer.

“Of course…” Knockout hissed out. The femme nodded, seemingly to be oblivious on Knockouts clear ‘disliking’ towards her.

The 3 Vehicons and Eradicon looked at each other, all of them not really sure how to feel about Harpi. But something was clear:

This weirdo would make things a bit more interesting.