Prologue-

Kyra Rogers, that was me.

I used to be an awkward human girl with one friend. Now I'm an awesome kick-aft triple changer Cybertronian, called Bluescale or Icebird Prime.

I don't really remember how this came to be but it is.

My crush, Ratchet, has known me since we were young, I don't know how this is either.

My story, from what I remember of it, started on an extremely sunny day.

I felt weightless as I returned to consciousness. I onlined my optics and instantly regretted it.

"Who thought it would be a good idea to put a claustrophobic female in a box?" I whispered as I tried concentrating on something else.

"5 times 5 plus 12 equals 37; a cat goes meow; the human race needs lessons; Stronger, Faster; Transformers Prime; Dragons; Predacons; Ratchet; "no need to fear the dark, it can't hurt you""

It seemed to help... until the turbulence.

I screamed and curled up in an Earthquake-protection ball, coolant leaking from my optics in fear. Everything became too warm and I heard my cooling fans kicked in before the pod hit the ground and crashed into many different objects, turning me into a ping-ball.

Once everything stopped, I breathe a sigh of relief and relaxed.

I quickly orientated myself and stood up before, somehow, forming a gun and blasting the door open. After it was demolished, I stumbled out, my leg hurting with every step I took, and had to duck when a red beam of light almost took off my helm.

"HEY WATCH IT!" I snapped, glaring at the damn Decepticon.

The Vehicon began to stutter, "M-mistress, I-I meant no disrespect"

I tilted my head in confusion and thinking, 'WTF? Did he just call me Mistress?'

I put it in my Figure-Out-Later List and crossed my arms over my chest, "just don't do it again or else I'll feed you to Scraplets"

I felt a wave a guilt when the poor Vehicon nodded frantically and his EM-Field flickered with fear but I quickly pushed it away. I looked around the mountainous environment.

"Where are we?" I queried.

"A-a planet called Earth" he replied, "I-I don't think there are Cybertronians on this planet. It is too primitive for them"

I frowned, 'is this a test?'

I turned my attention back to the Vehicon, "Pop quiz, what is your name?"

"M-mistress?" the con asked, clearly confused.

He must have seen my serious expression because he stuttered before answering.

"FeilRak, ma'am"

I nodded, "What faction are we FeilRak? And Why?"

"N-none mistress" FeilRak responded, "we were booted off Cybertron by Alpha Trion before we-you could choose"

I hummed and tried to access my memory banks, only my human life came up.

"Why do you call me mistress?" this time my voice was soft and curious.

"Y-you saved me from Megatron's wrath, I am in your service now, for as long as you want" he explained, "I am happy to be of a service till my Spark fails"

I looked him up and down; he was shaped like any other Vehicon but had Seeker wings as well as Grounder wheels. His paint was shamrock and sage green with black accents, his optic visor was flaxen colored and his servos were clawed but less threatening than Starscream's.

I gave him a small smile and nodded, "you Aced it; but call me by my real name for now on, 'mistress' is making me sound a lot like a tyrant to my own audios"

"O-of course mistre-Bluescale" FeilRak smiled shyly.

I smiled back and looked at the pod. It was huge but also regular-sized, dark purple-black with the symbol of the Elite Guard.

I took in a deep breath before releasing it, "come on FeilRak, let's get as far from here as possible in case the Decepticons are on Earth"

FeilRak quickly followed, looking around in worry and awe.