All Hail Lord Starscream; Ruler of the Decepticons and Emperor of Cybertron.

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All I have that belongs to me now is my PDA and it will likely be the only way anyone will ever know my part of the story should it ever get out.

My name is Jolene. I am twenty-seven years old with medium length brown hair and hazel eyes. I am one point seven-eight metres tall. I am seven months pregnant with my first child and I am very scared.

You see, it's not easy being an expectant mother, I would assume, in normal circumstances. Morning sickness, having to eat correctly, worrying about proper care to ensure a healthy baby. But I still fear for the life my child is going to have. He or she is not likely going to be raised the way normal children are raised. The child will not likely have friends, go to school or have birthday parties.

Hell, I can't even guarantee the child will live very long after birth. I've never seen a doctor since I became pregnant. My pregnancy was not a willing one, it was forced onto me by a male who also was not willing. I was never raped, but I did not intend on having children in this manner. I was supposed to get married but not to this man. He's done his best to support me through this crisis and he has been loving but I can't love him, at least not yet.

Thomas is his name and he is my child's father. He is twenty-three years old, a bit of a punk with black hair and dark brown eyes. He tries his best to do as he is told; not by me but by our captor.

We are prisoners along with eighteen other people from all walks of life. We are not prisoners in such that we committed a crime; we were the unfortunate souls condemned for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Faces change frequently around here. I see new prisoners every few weeks as some die from their captivity while others, the more stubborn ones, are removed.

By stubborn I mean they try to escape, a big mistake when you know my captor the way I do and know the way he is. He does not take to people trying to get away.

As much as I crave escape, for my unborn child, I know it's futile. Where would I go and what would I do? At least I know here I will get food and be taken care of relatively well by my captor, providing I do as he says. My first way of getting into his good books was by becoming pregnant.

I realised this was my only chance for survival when a couple women; one in Cage Two and one in Cage Four were let go due to a seeming inability to either become pregnant or stay pregnant. Their release was not pleasant and it was the first of many I saw go in the manner that they did. It was because of that release that I consented to becoming pregnant and now I realise that that was a selfish move. Now I worry about my baby. I should have perhaps accepted death to come by starvation or thirst but my survival instincts are strong and now even stronger that I am going to be a mother.

To my captor I am known as PF10, that stands for pregnant female cage ten. He does not know my name; he never asked me to give it to him and he sees me as nothing more than a lab rat: an unintelligent creature to experiment on regardless of my thoughts and feelings on the situation.

I will admit that once he found out that I was gravid, he removed me from my old cage carefully and placed me into a more luxurious accommodation, better than the cage with the thick straw mat that got changed once a week. It has a private chamber in which I can sleep and a treadmill that I can run on to my hearts content. It has a real washroom facility; flush toilet, shower and sink. It was because of this facility that Thomas and I survived the prolonged absence of our captor.

Through out life you are told to expect the unexpected. I just never expected I would spend what might be the rest of my life as a prisoner by a mad Decepticon scientist.

And I am not too afraid of what he'll do to me, I am afraid of what he plans to do to my species.

I will tell you a bit about the day I was captured two years ago when I was twenty-five years old.

It was storming very badly:

I had much going for me; I had a career in marketing and I worked in Toronto. It was Friday February 1st 2002 and on my way home from work at about five pm, travelling along the QEW, the Queen Elizabeth Way, into Oakville when I got into the usual rush hour traffic. What made the traffic worse was the snowstorm we had all that day.

I tuned into the local radio station to listen to the traffic report. Seeing that I was caught in it I thought it was a little redundant but some music would be nice.

"A four vehicle accident on the QEW, Westbound by the Guelph line off ramp in Burlington has backed up traffic. Fire and ambulance crews are on the scene. Traffic is moving slowly east bound due to watchers and westbound is moving very slowly. Police estimate that the backup will be cleared up by about six pm. Next song up is Right Said Fred and I'm too Sexy!"

I looked at the car in front of me through rapidly beating window wipers sighing irritably. It was going to be a long evening. I heard a roar of a low flying aircraft and thought I saw a glint of red and blue in the darkening overcast sky. I did not think much of that observation until claw like hooks cut through the roof of my car. I screamed as the vehicle was jerked violently off of the highway and into the sky. I looked about in terror as I was lifted into the dark clouds.

I remained in the clouded sky for about an hour before my car was lowered down in a farmer's field several hundred kilometres away. I think I was in Northern Ontario judging by the forests. I unbuckled my seat belt and opened the door and ran for all it was worth towards the trees about one hundred metres away.

It was snowing very heavily; huge flakes of snow clumped together to form quasi-snow balls to fall from the sky. It was not windy but the weather was about one degree Celsius and the snow was very wet, heavy and deep and it hindered my running.

I was not sure how I would have survived in that environment as I was wearing a dark blue skirt, cream blouse and a suit jacket that matched. I did not have a thick winter coat, hat or mitts, nor did I have on boots. The wetness of the snow seeped through my clothes. My hands were very cold and my breath came out in thick cloud of steam as I ran on.

I did not stop to see who my captor was. I fled on foot as quick as I could move, behind me I could hear the sound of transformation.

"Pathetic human; there is no escape!"

Maybe there was no escape but I had to at least try. I slithered and fell in the snow. I stood up again and continued to run. The Decepticon let out a sinister peel of metallic laughter as I slipped and slid again as I ran to the forest. Without warning an open azure hand blocked my path. I turned and ran smack into another azure hand. The huge fingers closed firmly about me and I screamed.

"You are mine now!" he said with a twisted smile.

I heard about the Autobot - Decepticon war on the news. Every few days there was something more about what Decepticons had raided and how the Autobots had saved the day. I never would have dreamed that I would be captured by one of them. I wondered where the Autobots were to help save me from this frightening transformer. I was familiar with almost all the Decepticons and most of the Autobots.

I knew by sight who this red eyed terror was. Although it was night I could easily see the colours of his body: white-grey, red and azure. Charcoal face and black helm. I was caught in the grasp of the Seeker, Starscream who's the second in command of the Decepticons.

I wriggled in terror and screamed. "Let me go! Please let me go!" I pleaded. I knew it was a futile effort; who would think, for a moment, that a Decepticon would listen to a human? I did not but I had to try anyway.

The Seeker merely shook his dark head and held the blue finger to his mouth hushing me gently. "Shhh, human, I won't hurt you if you do exactly as I say."

His voice was hard on my ears although he tried to keep it soft, it was still so loud. I struggled against his grasp pushing at his index finger with both palms and I screamed when I realised I could not break free of him. Abruptly the red glow from his eyes increased for a moment at the same time his fingers tightened around my waist. I stopped my wriggling as I looked in horror of the falling snow that looked like fluffy drops of blood in the evil light of his red eyes.

"It is quite simple human, you only have two choices; shut the frag up or die." His tone became hard and very serious.

I stopped struggling and started to shake from fear and the cold. "What do you want with me?" I asked in a terrified voice. I could hear the barks of dogs and the shout of a man's voice in the distance.

Starscream glanced over his shoulder. "Slag!" He muttered as he suddenly became airborne flying low over the forest for about half an hour at an incredible speed. He stopped and walked through the deep forest for another half an hour before he stopped in a slight clearing. I shivered violently; I had never been so cold in my life.

He looked down at me and a slight smile played at his mouth. I felt as if he were sizing me up and god only knows for what purpose. I was afraid to find out. "Hmm, not bad looking for a human female," he said abruptly.

I had no idea what to think of this. Was it a complement? Or did it have some other less pleasant meaning?

"Vigourous and I think I detect a spirit. You are a fighter. That's a good sign that you possess strength; I need strong, healthy and young. You seem to have all those qualities that I look for in a human female. Random selection worked out better than I had expected, my luck must be changing."

It sounded like he was looking for a date and I was very uneasy by this appraisal. I felt more like I was a mare that was about to be purchased. My dad had spoken similar words as he examined horses looking into their mouths to examine their teeth for age, patting their hides and looking at the condition of their feet and hooves. I was shivering again. My body shuddered in violent waves as it fought to keep me warm, my teeth chattered.

The Decepticon looked at me closely as he felt my shudder. "Are you frightened of me?" he asked in amusement.

The truth was I was down right terrified of this huge metal monster but the cold was more on my mind than the possible things this beast would do to me. I was also very hungry; I had skipped lunch at work since I was supposed to go out with my date for supper.

"I—I am more cold a—and and hungry than I am scared of you at this moment," I said, my teeth chattering loudly.

He looked almost apologetic to what I said. "Ah, cold, yes, I tend to forget you fleshlings feel environmental factors faster and worse than transformers do." He opened his hands slightly so to get a better look at me. "You are improperly attired for cold weather survival, it appears I must provide you with warmth."

No shit, I was not properly attired for cold weather. I spent the day working in a heated building. My car was parked in a huge sheltered parking lot by lake Ontario. I did not expect more than a few minutes at a time outside in the cold weather. Now I was sitting, god only knows where, in Northern Ontario in the hands of a maniacal Decepticon who spoke as if I were some livestock he purchased. I regretted now that I did not take the GO commuter train from home to work. I usually did.

"I am going to put you down for a moment. So do not try to escape, you will live longer with me than you will alone out in this wilderness." He put me down in the thick snow and crouched to make himself more at my level. "Because if the cold does not get you... the wolves will." He laughed loudly as he stood back up. The chilling sound was muted by the forest and the thick snow that continued to fall from the sky.

I watched Starscream as he looked around at the trees. He located one with a number of dead looking branches. He kicked at it with his foot and the tree broke with a hollow snap. He caught the falling log in his huge hands and started to snap it in to chunks as if it were a twig. He piled them in the clearing and located a few more logs breaking them up in a similar manner piling a few more on the pyre on while setting the rest aside.

He aimed at the pile with his weapons that he bore on his arms and fired several bolts of purple energy at the base of the logs. It steamed, hissed, smouldered then burst into flames. Thick smoke caused by the dampness of the wood billowed into the sky, yet he seamed unalarmed by this. It was not likely to tip off his location. The sky was thickly overcast and the snow continued to fall heavily.

The Decepticon sat down in front of the fire. I began to wonder whether or not that they too could feel the cold and were bothered by it. I wondered if they had any feelings at all. "I have no winter clothing for you to keep you warm so make do with what I can provide you and here," He paused to open his cockpit canopy to pull something out, "Eat this." He handed me a plastic package with what appeared to be a gooey, seedy, granola-like mixture.

"What is this, poison?" I asked looking at the unappetising mess.

"Go on eat it, it's really quite safe," he replied with some amusement.

I opened the packet and sniffed cautiously; I was surprised that it smelled a lot like granola made with honey and oats. I pulled out a sticky piece while the Decepticon watched me closely; I felt as if I were being studied. It was highly disconcerting.

"It's not going to kill you if you eat it, not eating it will and I don't wish that."

I popped the morsel in my mouth and cringed in disgust. I chewed and swallowed the offering feeling quite sick; it smelled better than it tasted.

The Decepticon sighed looking at me with a shake of his head. "You don't like it I take." His voice took on the strangest quality, he sounded both apologetic and disappointed. It felt as if he really meant for it to taste good.

"It needs to be baked," I said.

"Baked?"

"Cooked in an electric oven at a specified temperature for a length of time."

"Following human recipes is difficult at times. I would have baked it if I understood what the meaning of gas three was. I looked in the periodical table of elements and it did not help me much at all. There is no gas three as far as I can tell, so I left that step out."

I looked sadly at the goo in the bag. If this was to be my supper then I'd better cook it myself and try to make the best of it. I picked up a thin stick and balled the goop around it. I thrust the goo into the fire and held it there for a few minutes while slowly turning it around to heat it evenly. The Decepticon leaned in closely to watch what I was doing. After a time I finished, popped the now cooked granola off the stick and tasted it gingerly. It had improved in taste. I quickly ate it and then cooked the rest in a similar manner. He nodded his approval.

As much as I would have preferred to keep my distance from the huge transformer I felt the heat of the fire radiate back off of him. He was reflecting the fire's warmth with his body and wings. I moved so I was more in front of him. Standing on one foot and then the other. The snow, although it was melting from the fire, was still quite thick and still very cold.

Starscream showed another odd quality for a Decepticon: he seemed to take pity on me. He reached down and closed his hand around me. I became quite frightened again. Those fingers could crush me to a pulp in a split second should the idea catch his fancy. His hands were loose around my body and he placed me on his thigh so I was off the ground. His body was very warm to my surprise and my feet started to sweat from the heat.

"You must be wondering why I stopped. For all my abilities I can't fly very well in a fragging snowstorm. I'd fly above the cloud system but that puts me into radar tracking range and I'll get shot down. I'd fly at sub-orbital levels but I don't have the fuel to get me that high. As it is, I've just enough fuel to get me home and I can't afford to waste it fighting a storm. Ergo: I'm grounded until it passes."

I said nothing to the Decepticon. I sat in silence thinking about what my family must be going through. There was nothing I could do so I did not bother. As soon as my car is discovered along with the foot prints of the Seeker, it would be assumed I was captured and likely killed. I hated the idea that I was about to become another missing person, a statistic and a victim of a war I had nothing to do with.

I lay down on his hard metal thigh and attempted to sleep I was still very frightened, but I knew I had to be strong in order to survive. I wondered if Decepticons needed sleep. I felt the Seeker move to dump wood on the fire several times during the night. But he made no move to touch me or harm me in any way or manner.

I guess that brief camping trip with the Seeker gave me time to come to grips with my new situation. I found it horrible when he arrived at his undersea base and transformed with me stuck inside. He did not stop to greet the other Decepticons nor did they acknowledge him any more than necessary. The odd salute or nod. Most kept their distance from him.

It was in the lab I learned the true horror of what I was going to have to endure. Ten cages lined the wall, five of which were occupied by a couple of humans, one male one female. Most looked haggard and one cage only had a male occupant. His blue eyes were crazed looking and as soon as Starscream opened the cage to place me within, the man jumped free and scrambled across the room.

Starscream snarled, his red eyes flashing in that frightening manner when he was angry. He dumped me hurriedly into the cage and chased down the man. The Seeker cornered the escapee and snatched him up, his face twisted with fury. He took the man and threw him roughly in a large transparent walled room. He pushed a button and it flooded with water. The man pounded on the translucent wall, begging to be freed as the water rushed in around him.

Starscream thumped on the wall in a rapid pattern and opened the hatch on the other side. Three sharks swam into the chamber and I turned away once I realised what was going to happen. It was from that moment I learned what not to do.

I did my best to adjust to life in the lab.

A few weeks later He brought me a twenty one year old male room mate, Thomas. Thomas was captured from Vancouver in British Columbia, he was also Canadian. He told me he had been walking through a park near his home when he was snatched up.

After a few weeks Starscream looked in on us and suggested that we better get on with whatever it was that human couples do to become parents, or else we would find ourselves swimming with the fish.

Thomas and I were both appalled.

I was not planning on having children for years yet, and Thomas was grossed out at being viewed as a stud.

I managed to calm Thomas down with explanations of what happens to those who defy Starscream. I had seen many people, dead or alive, get thrown into the sealock. Starscream had an edge of sadistic cruelty. He used the transparent sealock to get into our minds of our fates should we ignore his requests. We were not really seen as sentient creatures but as simple animals to be used and disposed of when our purpose was served. We were used like laboratory rats.

Despite being viewed as animals to be experimented on he attempted to maintain our health. He kept our cages clean and the floor was covered in straw. We slept on the floor, ate on the floor, sat on the floor. Our cages had no furnishings, they had a solid back, top, bottom and sides but the front was open with strong bars. We could not see the others but we had no privacy from his view.

As a woman of business; I dealt with brutal or obnoxious clients when I worked in Toronto. My firm needed strong staff to push for the sale of our products. So I figured I could use that knowledge to work around the psychotic Decepticon Sub Commander. I did as he asked I lived.

He occasionally asked for my advice when trying to follow recipes or concocting his own types of feed. I was not a nutritionist; my line of work involved the promotion and sale of ladies or men's fashions to big department store chains. However I was an able cook as I lived on a farm with my parents and I was the oldest of five children.

He had vast knowledge of what humans wanted or needed, however he did not believe that it was all necessary. He thought that a simple food and water was all that we needed to live. I told him that if he wanted us to be happier in our confinement that he should supply us with more than just grain, honey, molasses or whatever syrupy substance he could get his hands on.

Finally I got tired of the usual fare, "Vegetables, fruit, breads, dairy and meat. We are omnivores not sparrows. We need a mix of these foods. Lots of veggies and a bit of the protein not just grain and sugars."

"Look human, I am not going out of my way to get human food supplies and meat is out of the question. I can't imagine what excuse I could give in order to explain why I am bringing live bovine into the base. So either eat what I give you or perish."

"Fish then! Out there!" I pointed to the window out the sea. I did not mean to talk to him in such a manner.

"We'll see but don't hold your breath."

I got pregnant and he was delighted when I informed him that my cycle had missed.

Immediately I was moved to the cage I am presently in along with Thomas. Our feeding rations increased as a reward for my condition and he tried to make me as confortable as possible.

Then came the day Starscream disappeared.

He came in very early that morning and did his rounds. Jake in cage three flipped out on Starscream as he did every few days demanding to be freed. He threw the empty water bowl at Starscream and the Seeker deftly plucked it from the air. Starscream placed the new bowl of water down.

The man slammed his foot on the edge of the bowl sending the water spraying over the cage. The female turned and started to scream at him. The Decepticon snarled and placed another bowl down.

"You, female, don't let him have this. This is your share, he's wasted his."

He moved from cage to cage feeding, commenting or making notes.

"Ah good morning to you PF10," he said cheerfully. "How do you feel this morning?" he placed a big bowl of water and a sizeable portion of food in our cage. He did not seem to realise we could drink the water from the taps in our private washroom. But I preferred the bowled water to the taps. The tap water had a funny taste.

"I don't feel any different other than hungry as all hell." I responded.

"Good, I take that as normal. I will check up on you after my duties tonight and perhaps you can help me make more feed."

He often spoke to me on a kinder level than he ever did to the others. I was deemed his favourite specimen, it was not because I was pregnant either, it had to do with my strength. He paid particular attention to my gravid state and ensured I was well fed.

He quietly left. We waited for him to arrive in the evening. Sometimes when he arrived at night he would give us a second feeding but unusual for him he did not show, nor did he arrive the following day or that night either. Panic began to set in with the caged people. There were whisperings between the bars that the Decepticon might have been killed on his mission. He usually gave us enough so we could get by for two days tops and he was rarely out longer then thirty-six hours.

He valued us for whatever reason. I knew he was experimenting with genetics but I had no idea why or what.

"Jolene," shouted a voice from down the block, "Ye got water in there, how about ye give us some lassie?"

There was a murmur of agreement up and down the block, the woman in the forth cage burst into her wailing.

"Bloody 'ell woman, why dun ye shut yer 'ole." The voice shouted at the wailer.

The woman's cage mate screamed back at the other man. "Why don't you mind your own business you lilly livered Scotts man!"

"Yer better take tha' back 'cause I'll git ya i' I git out."

"I'd like to see you try!"

"I'll see what I can do," I replied over the shouting, "pass me your mugs."

There was a cling as mugs were passed with difficulty from cage to cage down to me. I managed to collect the mugs while Thomas filled them from our sink and passed them back. It was a tiring effort. And it did not help.

Six days had passed and it became apparent that Starscream was unlikely to comeback. I grimly realised that no other Decepticons knew we where here. I was hungry and feeling very weak, the others were very quiet save the occasional sob and cry from the others as they came to grip with starvation and thirst.

The woman from cage three wailed suddenly, "Daniel! Wake up come back wake up!" There was a groan from all of us when we realised the first of our lot had succumbed to the neglect. I knew that Thomas and I would be the last as we had access to water. I was rapidly losing weight as the developing baby drew from my fat reserves to nourish itself.

I heard a sound like a high pitched whir and felt a blast of very cold air blow over my cage. Where the room was once empty stood a black and purple Decepticon. The air was filled with a cacophony of frightened voices at the strange Decepticon's sudden appearance. I was shocked myself; he had scared the hell out of me and my baby started to kick hard, unhappy with my reaction to the giant mech. I staggered back and rubbed at my stomach painfully.

He looked over at us and his face lit with a frightening smile that made me nervous. What were his intentions? And would he know where Starscream is? And which one was he? I studied the seeker for a moment and decided he must be Skywarp. I understood abruptly why he might be called: Skywarp he can teleport from one location to another.

He stopped at the computer and read the feeding instructions. I watched as he looked around the room trying to locate the fridge-like device Starscream kept our rations in. He brought out the twenty bowls and filled them quite full not measuring them out with water and the food stuff. He walked from cage to cage dropping rations in. I was relived to see that he intended to feed us but he did not speak to us as he went along.

What was a horror to me as well as the others was the brutality of the black Seeker, his purple hands were mechanisms of destruction. I saw this first hand where two cage mates in their panic screamed and made noises, irritating the Decepticon. Quickly and easily he crushed the lives out of both, first the male then the bawling female. Blood spurted out of his hands onto his chest and across the fronts of a couple cages, the rest of the pulped humans dripped onto the floor.

I was disgusted and turned to vomit. Lacking in food for several days I could do nothing but go through the motions. The others were in various states of shock, horror and illness. Quickly he dropped the lifeless bodies into the freezer unit at the other end of the room.

As shocked as I was I found my nerve and when I did speak with him he looked at me as if I was strange. It seemed like he was not expecting a caged animal to talk on a sapient level, then he stared at me for a long moment. When I asked him where Starscream was he informed me that he was injured and that was all there was. In the same manner that Skywarp had arrived he left.

Leaving me and the others around to wonder about our fates. What were we in for?

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