~Springlock~

My arms were cuffed behind my back as the two guards were pushing me down the prison corridor, trying to get me into an open cell. I was pushing back and refusing to go, but the guards were stronger than I was. We arrived at my cell, they pushed me into the room extremely hard. I fell and was unable to get up because I was cuffed.

The barred door shut and locked, leaving me alone in the small prison cell. I don't know what I've done to deserve being imprisoned here, I don't even know who I am or what I am. I somehow managed to sit up, then leaning against the cold wall. I look around the room at the cell walls, noticing that there were strange symbols representing another language.

It's a shame that I can't speak at all. I can't talk, scream, roar, growl or anything involving that. I'm a mute. But I do understand English and can communicate with others, mainly through body language. I just wish I could talk...

My glowing red eyes started to dim as I was starting to fall asleep, I have a long wait ahead of me, the one who captured is probably taking me to someone. But this mech struck an interest to me, I'm not sure why. He had very sharp teeth and a red mark on the side of his face.

I was almost asleep when He came into my cell. The dark grey mech stood over me as I slowly looked up at him, his red eyes staring into mine. Even though my visor covers my red eyes, you can see them through the dark purple shield over my eyes. The mech kneeled down to look me in the eye, I somewhat scooted back against the wall to keep away from him.

"Listen here, femme. You're about to meet someone incredibly important and powerful, meaning they could catch you easily. You try to escape, you'll be back in a cell faster than I hunted you down. Do you understand?" The mech asked sternly.

I nodded slowly, showing that I understood. The mech grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, my long steel tail scraping the cell floor and wall. The mech leads me out of the cell and down the long corridor, the sounds of pipes hissing and inhuman screeches could be heard.

He took me into a large room where a Cybertronian female was. She had multiple legs, glowing blue parts, purplish blue eyes and had a somewhat humanoid face. She looked beautiful and elegant, like something I've seen before. The Cybertronian looked at me.

"So this is the new species you've found, Galvatron?" The Cybertronian asked.

The mech nodded. So his name is Galvatron, but I wish I knew who I was. The Cybertronian femme came closer to me, looking rather intrigued.

"What is your name?" She asks me.

I hung my head down and shrugged my shoulders, meaning that I had no idea what my name is. Galvatron jerked me hard, telling me to speak but I can't.

"Why aren't you speaking?" The femme then looked at my throat, "By Primus, she doesn't have a vocal processor. But how?"

I shrug my shoulders again. The femme them looked at Galvatron.

"Galvatron, unchain her." The femme ordered.

The mech looked rather dissatisfied when she said that, but he did unlock the handcuffs and they fell to the floor as he let go of me. I stepped away from him, giving him a hateful glare as I rubbed my wrists.

The femme started looking at all of my weapons, especially the cannon on my arm. She was grinning as she thought to herself, then starting to touch my throat. She inspected my throat as I was starting to feel rather uncomfortable.

"You must be a great warrior, are you not?" The femme asks.

I shrug again, this caused the femme to look rather annoyed that I was unable to speak. I felt as if she was trying to make me speak without a voice, but I believe that's impossible. The femme sighs.

"I have a proposition for you. If you would like a voice, I will give you one." The femme offers.

I nod crazily and almost went to my knees to beg her for my own voice, but she held up one hand. That must mean that there's more.

"I will give you a voice IF, you decide to work for me." The femme continued.

I hesitated. I don't know who this femme is or what she wants me to do. The thought runs through my head as she grew impatient.

"Make up your mind or else you stay as a prisoner." She said viciously.

I flinched at her tone towards me, finalizing my decision. I nodded slowly to her offer, I had accepted. The femme smiled.

"Good. I haven told you my name, have I?" She asked.

I shook my head no.

"Well then. My name is Quintessa, but you may call me master. Now let me give you a voice, then you get to work." The femme...Master Quintessa told me.

I nodded slowly, trying to hide my nervousness.