15 stellar cycles ago it happened. Back then, I was just you average prisoner of war being held in an Autobot military prison. I often found myself questioning why I was being held there. I had no connections to the Decepticon army then, I was just a loner who minded his own business and also happened to harbor a hatred for Autobots. Oh well, slag happens. Sometimes for the best.. First couple of months I stuck to myself, not warming up to anyone and staying under the radar. But as time wore on, so did my patience. Tempting thoughts of revolt and murder filled my mind, but I stayed my mind and waited.

Then one day it all changed. I learned a lesson that day, that Autobots are not always what they appear to be. Hell, there are some that are even worse then a few Decepticons. And those are the ones that I met that day.

”Well well well. What do we have here?”

“Looks like someone who's in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

I turned around and saw two burly Autobots standing behind me. I simply sighed, turned back around and went back to my business. Aparently, they didn't take too kindly to that.

“Don't you dare turn your back on us you slaggin' piece of guttertrash! You'll pay attention to us when we're talking to you!”

Without hesitation, the one on the left reached for me, grabbing my shoulders and dragging me up from my chair. He wrapped his hands around my throat and lifted me off the ground. I began to gag when I felt his grip tighten, threatening to crush those ever-so vital tracks in my neck.

“*HACK* Hold on a minute....You can't harm...*hack*...me if I haven't done anything.” I pleaded, knowing deep down inside that it wouldn't mean a thing, but it was worth a try.

“Hmmm, you know, you're right.” the first one answered as he looked down in brief contemplation. “We'll fix that.” He reached over and grabbed my arm and slapped himself with it. “Ow.”

Suddenly the grip got even more tighter and I felt my energy starting to decrease. Then something inside me snapped. Now.

“Frell you.” was all I said as I swung my legs back, brought them up and drove them straight into my assailant's chest. The force was enough to knock him loose and I fell to the ground. Quick to come to his friend's aid, the other one pulled out his baton and went to strike me. As he brought it down, I blocked it with my left forearm and thrust my fist right up into his jaw, knocking him back. Now, being in the mess hall, quite a ruckus began. No one got up to help me, but they cheered me on. As I stood up and looked down at the two guards, I noticed that one quickly stole a glance behind me then right back up into my face. I turned my head in time to see the blade come across my face, cutting deep into the metal and drawing some mech fluid. I reached up and felt the gash, my fingers gathering the seeping mech fluid. I had no time to dwell on it as the two guards tackled to to the ground and began taking their pot shots at me. I was finally beginning to feel the treatment I was getting when suddenly the two guards were knocked off of me. I looked up and saw my dark angel. The black beauty stared at the guards with her pearl white optics as she ran her hands up her legs.

“Hmmmmm, looks like you boys like to play rough. I like to play rough too. May I join in on the fun?” she said in a sultry voice that even I couldn't ignore. The guards each let out a growl as they charged her. She simply smiled and leap-frogged over both of them and turned around in mid air before landing ever so gracefully. The guards stumbled a bit and finally came to a stop. As they turned around, they were both knocked down by a navy blue con as he threw himself onto them. By now the entire mess hall had turned into a riot, but it didn't stand much of a chance. The place was soon flooded by Autobot guards and they began taking the prisoner's down with high voltage elctro blasts. The blasts were strong enough to short-circuit the systems on most of the prisoners, but a few, like myself and my two new friends, put up more of a fight. Eventually we were all taken down and the last thing I remember was seeing my dark angel being beaten by five guards before I fell into temporary stasis.

When I came to I found myself in a dark, damp cell. Absolutely no light penetrated the small void, only the dim light of my optics gave me company. I let my head go back and hit the wall as I moved into a sitting position.

“Look what you've gotten yourself into Shayd.” I sighed as I closed my optics and just let it all sink in. Just as I was about to drift off again, I heard a tapping to my right, which stirred me from my rest.

“Finally awake in there, eh?”

It took a moment, but there was no mistaking that sultry voice. It was my dark angel.

“Well, looks like I've got some company. So, who do I thank for the help back in the mess hall?” I asked as I shifted over against the right wall..

“No need to thank me big boy. As I said before I like it rough.” she said as she let out a small moan afterwards. “And you can call me Sin.”

Sin huh? Appropriate I thought, and I had just met her. As I was about to respond, I heard another tapping, this time coming from the left of my cell.

“She certainly does like it rough, even when the guards were going at her 5 to 1.” the other voice said. I only assumed it was the other one who came to my aid.

“Mmm, that was the best part.” was all she replied. I simply sat there with a smile on my face as I listened to them both.

“And your name my friend?” I asked of my mystery companion and I felt the scar on my cheek.

“My name is Siphon. And it was a pleasure to aid you in that skirmish.”

Very direct and stern. Obviously military type. At least I now have a military-type ally.

“And you sir?” Siphon asked through the wall, as though we were talking to each other face to face.

“The name's Shayd. And thanks to both of you for helping me out with those slag eaters called Autobots.” Hatred sprang forth on those last words, the fury began to stir inside again. But this time, I was not alone. Days upon days we spent in those cells, but we had each other to keep company, and it was there that our little revolution began.