I must state the blatant fact that I obviously do not own Transformers, though it would be wicked it I Did. All OC characters that appear in this story belong to me unless specifically stated otherwise.

.:: Set in a post war earth that has largely become a wasteland. Most of the land is ruled by the Cons and nearly all of the humans have been enslaved. Quite a large number of humans have been trained since they were children to fight against the Autobots. The Cons do their best to keep track of their entire chattel, but as the humans quickly start to outnumber the Cons, more and more find the chance to escape. ::.

Silent footsteps fell softly over the hard tarmac. Hidden in the shadows a young adult female stalked her prey. Moving with the grace of a cat she tracked the movements of the unsuspecting decepticon. Sensing a presence the Audi R8 transformed to him bi-pedal form. Unsheathing her twin Battle blades she crept upon a nearby stack of shipping containers and crouched, ready to pounce as the Con fell into place below her. Launching herself off of the container she landed in the mech's back plunging her daggers into a vulnerable joint full of wires at the cons neck. The sudden weight and unexpected flash of pain unbalanced the con, causing him to fall to his knees. As she slid down the mech's metallic arm and down to the ground, she pulled out her second pair of daggers, as her first pair was still enlodged deep in the cons neck joint. She twirled the short falchion shaped blades, stopping them when the blade pointed down her arm, she waited as the con attempted to regain his footing. At the moment when the mech started to raise again, she darted in, slashing at the open joints below the cons knees. Energon spewed from severed tubes, soaking her short green streaked black hair. Charging his cannons the con fired blindly as he once more fell to his knees, by chance skimming her side. Although she missed the brunt of the charge, the momentum was still enough to knock her into the brick wall behind her. "Slagging glitch" she cursed under her breath as she fought to catch her breath, the stench of burnt cloth and flesh wafting up towards her nose. "I fragging liked this shirt" she muttered as her green eyes flashed in rage. Reaching into her belt pouch she pulled out a small spherical object. She quickly regained her feet and rushed at the downed con. Dodging sweeping arms, she leapt up the cons angled back and shoved the ball into a small unreachable crevice on the cons back. Pulling the pin she dived off of the mech's back and towards nearby pile of rubble. She almost had made it when the EMP bomb went off. The force of the bomb threw her into the pile of rubble and against a metallic object, narrowly avoiding bashing her head on a golden yellow side mirror. Scrap metal and energon flew through the air. Grabbing her pack she ducked around the other side of the buried car, stealing a glance out of the corner of her eye she whistled. "Damn that was one sexy ride" she said to herself "Too bad it's scrapped now". Her adrenalin rush started to wear off and she remembered her scorched side. Glancing down she was dismayed to see blue mingling with her red blood. "Scrap!" She exclaimed to no one in particular as she dug through her pack for a cloth and disinfectant. "Slagging pit-spawned fragger" She cussed under her breath. Her head started to swim as she slid down the side of the golden car. She blotted the cloth against her wound, desperately trying to stop any more energon from mixing with her blood. Pain bloomed from the wound, slowly spreading across her body. A dark vignette slowly stole her sight. Exhaustion and pain quickly overtook what little energy she had left. Near unconscious from pain she swore the engine in the car had turned over, as the darkness fully engulfed her.