A/N: Here comes another TFP fanfic xD This time, it's on the Deceticon side! Are you ready to deal with those fraggers? I'm not. :P

Now let's get on to it!

The sun shone brightly from clear, ever so blue sky, graciously giving everyone life-giving light, and soft breeze touched gently your skin. It was a perfect day for a field trip to a forest near your town. Or at least you thought so, packing this morning your research equipment. It started out normal enough, eating your usual breakfast, closing your small house on the town's outskirts while chatting with your neighbor, and then calling your boss about a your plans before you took off.

You were a biologist in a large team of Wildlife Research company, and your specialization were carnivores. It's generally good job. The salary was okay, and you liked being close to nature while gathering data about wildlife, so field trips were definitely your favorite.

Today was indeed a perfect day for one, if the peacefulness wasn't continuously interrupted by a sound of clashing metal and loud blasts. Beads of sweat started to form on your forehead as you panted heavily, more from the overwhelming panic than tiredness. Your mind going haywire while you glued your shivering body to a rock you were desperately hiding behind.

Given the scientific mind, it's hard for you to believe in such things like aliens, ghosts, or other paranormal things. It's mostly rumors or fairytales spread to entertain, or cause havoc. The letter probably by government, you guessed, whatever purpose they may have in that. At the idea of giant, talking robots, on the other hand, you'd just look skeptically. Sure, it sounds pretty science-fiction, but at the rate human technology evolved through past years, you wouldn't really be surprised if scientists developed something like that at some point.

However, giant, talking robots fighting each other in the middle of the forest were definitely beyond you at any regard. And an enormous alien ship looming just above you wasn't helping at all. Ever so carefully, you peeked from your hiding spot at the battle. A huge, green painted robot with a mace for a hand was pretty much pummeling a few, smaller ones, painted purple and black that surrounded him. He, as you assumed out of his built, was seemingly winning.

"What in bloody hell is going on here…?" you muttered under your breath, your mind racing a mile a minute. Right then, one of the smaller robots shot a poorly aimed blaster, and the shot came straight at you. You squeaked in panic as you hid behind the rock, and the blast exploded. Thank everything that is holy, the blast didn't kill you, but its sheer force sent you flying into the air with a yelp, unheard in an the enormous noise the robots created while fighting.

You were flung at the top of one of highest trees around here, and the air was knocked out of your lungs as you collided with its trunk. You clung for dear life to its branches as waves of dizziness slowly subsided. "Ugh… I think I'm gonna puke…"

Meanwhile, you noticed the green giant had crashed almost every other robot in his path. "Retreat to base, retreat-.." one of the remaining bots shouted in panic, but right then, the green robot's mace collided with his head, and sent him flying… right onto the tree you were perched on. "Oh ffff…"

The trunk couldn't hold against the weight of the metal giant, and snapped in half, catapulting you into the air once more. You screamed at the top of your lungs, completely oblivious of the weird noises surrounding the fighting area and the sounds of plane engines taking into the air.

The world stopped spinning for a moment as you felt a harsh tug on your left side, and then you found yourself upside down, being taken into the air. You snapped your head up, and found to your horror that you were hooked onto a part of an alien looking plate flying in the direction of the space ship high above you. The echo of your terrified shriek cut through the wind as you were carried away into the air.

Not a few moments later, the plane you were attached to finally reached its destination, and you were flung onto the hard, metal ground with a thud as the thing started shifting. You quickly scrambled to your feet and watched with a mix of amazement and terror as the plane turned into one of the robots from before.

…Robots that can transform. Transform!

You gaped at the thing in shock, your mind blown to bits. The robot glanced around his surroundings, as if looking for something. But the moment its visor-kinda-thing landed on you, it suddenly took a menacing step towards you, its hand transforming into a friggin' BLASTER!

You ducked with a yelp under the first shot, and then sprinted as far away from the thing as your short, human legs could carry you. As you were desperately avoiding more blasts coming your way, your gaze skimmed over the ship in search of possible escape. "C'mon c'mon c'mon…"

Then, you noticed a slightly crooked, huge ventilation crate by a nearby wall. Without a second thought, you bolted in that direction, and managed to squeeze through the opening. You leaned against the wall of the vent with quick pants, out of breath from the run. Thank goodness, you're save now.

A loud bang coming from behind proved you wrong as a metal, clawed hand flung itself inside the vent, missing you by the length of a hair. You scrambled back to your feet, stumbling as you backed away from the giant monster. The robot clawed and grabbed at the air in front of you, but thankfully, you've been already out of its reach.

You released the breath you didn't even realize you were holding, and ever so slowly, you continued going backwards, not taking your sight from the giant hand stuck in the vent until you disappeared behind the corner.

"Being stuck on a giant alien ship inhabited with 30 feet tall, alien robots… not on the activities list, that's for sure." You muttered quietly as you turned on your heel and strode down the vent in search of any way out. It was fairly big for a human, you could easily walk in there at your full height.

Minutes came into hours as you wandered the ships' ventilation system, trying to break loose any crate you found, after you made sure the coast on the other side is clear, of course. No luck so far.

You've seen a couple hallways and rooms on your way, some looking like personal quarters and some seemingly being some sort of working stations, before a different chamber came into your view.

It was large, larger than any room you've seen so far, with many smaller stations surrounding a large catwalk higher above ground, a giant glass window in its front. It actually resembled you a bridge on ships and whatnot. Two of those metal robots were in the center of the room, talking with each other. One of them, the higher one, was mostly silver, like built from raw metal, with purple markings here and there. A strange symbol was crafted on its broad chest, and a cannon was attached to its right arm.

"Is the relic secured?" it spoke to the other robot in a low, gravely voice.

Your mouth went slack. It spoke. Holy shit, they're sentient. Sentient alien giant robots. Yep, now you've seen everything.

"Yes, my Lord." the other robot spoke with a higher, feminine voice, coming closer to the other giant. She, you decided to call her, was painted black with gold and purple details, and spider-like appendages were sticking out of her back. She was holding some rectangular object with weird writings on it in her metal hand. The silver bot glanced at the thing, seeming not pleased with it for some reason.

"All this work, and for such insignificant device. Put it with the rest. And let everyone know we are ceasing our ground operations for the time being, until we'll find another Energon deposit." he, you assumed the silver robot was a male, waved his hand dismissively, and the female robot bowed slightly before she left the room quietly.

Well, that wasn't good for you. How are you gonna get back on Earth now?! You sighed quietly, not wanting to catch attention to you as you resumed your walk down the vent, now in search for some sort of a place you could stay for the time being. Guess you have to try and survive on a giant robo-ship, or whatever. Good thing you've got some food supplies in your backpack.

How long you can live on them, though, is another thing.

Just as you disappeared down the vent, the doors to the room opened once again, revealing a slender, purple colored robot with a visor for a face. The creature silently walked into the room and strolled towards the silver robot.

"Soundwave. What is it?" Megatron cocked an optical ridge at his TIC, not really expecting his presence at the time. The visor of the silent mech quickly flashed to life, and then a video feed of Nemesis' camera system was played, featuring you as a star of the show as you desperately tried to save your skin from a Vehicon.

Megatron's optic ridges shot up in surprise at the sight. "Hmm… looks like we have a… pest problem aboard the ship." the mech murmured, watching with increasing curiosity as you managed to get into the vent just before you were blown to bits by the Decepticon. He didn't recognize you as one of the Autobots' allies. Could it be… a casual witness?

He was thrown from his train of thoughts by Soundwave showing an icon of a ground bridge with a questioning mark while the recording still played. An evil smirk crept onto Megatron's features as he watched another video of you eavesdropping on him and Arachnid from a vent high in the ceiling. "…No. Let the human be. The Autobots' pets proved being quite resilient, and I am curious as to how much humans can actually endure, as well as how long it will take for my crew to find out about its presence. Monitor its every move, and report any changes to me, but do not engage."

Soundwave nodded slightly in response, and turned on his heel strut, silently leaving his leader by himself. Megatron turned in the direction the vent crate was seen, now clean from any proof of any presence, the smirk on his faceplate widening ever so slightly. This certainly is something new; a human trapped aboard Nemesis. This ought to be an interesting turn of events. And if the human proves to be too smart for his troops, well… he can always get rid of the problem. As always.