Disclaimer: I own nothing. Hasbro owns Transformers.

AN: Prologue takes place before the war. Universe is Transformers: Prime.

Swindle was not having a good day. The elite guards had found out about his side-project consisting of arms-dealing and information brokering and then came and kicked his aft. Hard. He didn't see it coming. He though he cover his tracks well-enough, but they figure it out and now he was a prisoner.

He hasn't been put through a trial yet which surprise him. Zeta Prime just loves getting people in bars as fast as possible. Instead, here was in front of the Senate, for some odd reason.

The room was the official chamber of the Senate and it was pretty big, considering it had to hold about fifty senators. It was officially called the Primacy Auditorium. It was a circular room, with only one way in or out, not counting the window. Every one of the Senators was sitting behind their desk. Swindle looked around the room with his blue optics, searching for someone.

He found him.

Swindle's creator was sitting near the center, looking away. It was obvious what he was feeling. He was ashamed of Swindle for doing this. This would cause a huge scandal if it got out.

"Senators," Zeta Prime was speaking now, holding something in his hand, "as you know, the revolts are getting out of hand." No slag, Swindle thought to himself. "We have to stop them using any means possible. Luckily, I have the perfect weapon to help quell the rebellion." He show everybody the thing in his hand. From what Swindle could see, it was a glowing, spherical thing. Definitely something he hasn't seen before. "The vamparc ribbon."

"And what does it do?" questioned one of the Senators.

"Allow me to show you on our subject." Subject? Wait, there wasn't anyone here but him…

Oh, slag.

"Why him?" Swindle's creator ask, standing up now. Wow. Sounded like he cared for once.

"To serve as a lesson, Senator. You should be glad I didn't just send him to the nearest prison where he would've rust for the rest of his probably short life." Got a point there. People with connections to the government don't last long in prison, especially if they happen to be related to a Senator. "Once I'm done, he will go back to his job and we'll put this all behind us. We really don't want anyone to know about this, do we. It will give them more of a reason to revolt."

"Swindle's creator just stood there looking at him before answering "Continue your demonstration," and promptly sat back down.

"Now, back to the demonstration. You see Senators, the vamparc ribbon is a device design to take the energon straight from one's body. It's takes a lot of energy, but it definitely makes up for it. Observe." He pointed that thing at Swindle and activated it. Red rays of light came out of the device, entering body Swindle's body.

Swindle immediately felt pain. So much pain. The energon was leaving him quickly. He scream loud and hard, trying to find some way to deal with the pain, but nothing work. He just stayed in constant pain.

And then it stop. Swindle was still on his knees, barely staying online. His energon capacity were low, but still good enough to function. He felt pieces of his plates scar deep. Those are definitely not going to buffer out.

He looked up at Zeta. The device of his was glowing red, looking like it was ready to explode.

"The device is full now. It already had quite a bit of energy when we recover it from the planet we found it on during one of our scouting expedition which is why you're not dead yet Swindle." Well, that's good news. "But, there is still one more thing about the device I must show. You see, Senators, when it is full, it has to expelled the energy in one of two ways. The first and more common way in which we will be using this is by shooting a giant blast at your enemies.

Swindle was worry at that part. He was probably was going to shot at him right now.

"The other way, and the one I will show right now, is to heal others. Watch." He pointed the device at Swindle, pushing it again, this time giving off white rays with a hint of purple.. Swindle immediately felt it entering his body, giving him a moment of ecstasy. It felt so good. The whole world wasn't there anymore.

Then it stop. Swindle still felt the deep scorch marks on him, but his energon capacity was even higher than it was before the ribbon drain him.

"As you see, the healing function of it works wonderfully" Zeta spoke, "and I still have enough to show you a blast." Suddenly he pointed it up and it shot upward, created a small, but powerful blast. "As you can probably guess, if it was fully charge, it could create a explosion big enough to probably big enough to destroy a whole squadron." That opened the gates for the questions and outrage over such a device that could exist.

Swindle's creator, on the other hand, had a different question from everyone else pertaining to his son. "Why are his optics purple?" Purple?

"Probably just a side effect of the healing powers. I'm sure it is just nothing. Guards, take the subject to the med-bay and let him recover. He has a job to get back to as soon as possible." The guards did as they were order grabbing Swindle and making slowly walk out of the room.

"Oh, and one more than, Swindle." Zeta interrupted, causing Swindle to stop and turn around to face him. "We'll be watching you. One more act like this and I will have you publically executed. With that done, Swindle slowly walk out of the room, looking at his refelction in the glass as he walked through the hallway.

Purple eyes on a scarred face stare back at him.

AN: Yeah, I know. I have another story I'm working on, but I just had to write this one. I'm sure at least one person here remembering a similar scene like this in the IDW comics with some important changes to it. It's going to play a critical part in my story.

Just to let you know, there will be a major time skip in the following chapters.