Months of predacon fossil scavenging have passed and the femmes have recovered many of them, so many that Ratchet by some miracle was able to clone one. Ophelia however, noticed something familiar about the predacon. The tank it was kept in was being drained of it inner contents, meaning the predacon was soon about to be released, Optimus, Ophelia, and Ratchet were the only ones at base since the other bots were all on missions and the kids were at school.

"Are you certain this predacon isn't a danger to the humans Ratchet?" Optimus questioned.

"As long as it doesn't feel frightened or threatened it should be fine." Ratchet said. Moments later the predacon stumbled out the tank after the glass door opened. It stood up on its talons and and stretched out its wings, the predacon was bright shades of red, yellow, and white, it was not much larger than Laserbeak.

"That's no ordinary predacon." Ophelia said, not taking her eyes off the bird like creature for a second.

"What do you mean?" Ratchet asked.

"I recognize that as a Cyberphoenix, a very rare species of predacon that is unable to transform. My carrier used to have one in a workshop to melt down metal for when the other primes requested weapons or armor from her they also understand the language of the primes, that's because they're so ancient." Ophelia explained. The Phoenix then took flight around the room and the three bots ducked a bit.

"Since you have so much experience in these creatures do you have any words of advice?" Ratchet asked, trying not to startle the Phoenix. Ophelia stood there not even phased.

"No sudden movements, don't underestimate it, they look small but they're very powerful." Ophelia said calmly, the Phoenix landed in front of her and made it way towards her slowly and stared into her optics. Ophelia felt Optimus tense up through the bond.

"Relax Optimus, she won't do anything." Ophelia said, the Phoenix then flew up and perched on her shoulder. Optimus and Ratchet gave her shocked looks. Ophelia rubbed it's neck and the Phoenix acted like an overgrown alien macaw.

"How just how?" Ratchet mumbled.

"Patience, trust, and I'm experienced." Ophelia said.

"Do you think it is possible to train the Phoenix?" Optimus asked, getting a little closer to the predacon that hissed a little, only to be soothed by Ophelia.

"It'll take a while for the whole team to earn her trust. It will take a while for me to train her. First I need to see if she understands the language of the primes for sure so do me a favor and stand still." Ophelia said. She then looked at the Phoenix and gave a command in a foreign language, the language of the primes, and the Phoenix flew off her shoulder and perched itself on Optimus' shoulder.

"Impressive." Optimus said, looking at the bird on his shoulder.

"We could have Wheeljack make a housing unit for her in one of the spare berth rooms." Ratchet offered.

"I don't think a cage would sui-" Ophelia was cut off by the Phoenix hissing at the word 'cage.'

"She'll stay in the spare berthroom. It'll be modified some other time." Optimus said. The phoenix heard the sound similar to that of car engines and took off to the main room, the primes and medic panicked and scattered to bathe main to the her standing on a broken tool.

"I needed that!" Ratchet yelled, the Phoenix screeched at him.

"How does WarAngel sound for a designation?" Ophelia suggested, the Phoenix bounced up and down happily on the broken object and Ratchet felt his spark break. The autobots now an teeny tiny advantage, increased fire power, literally....