Arcee awoke after having blacked out. She remembered she was driving back to Jack's house after a completed mission. Her memory was still a little foggy. It couldn't have been Decepticons, she'd probably be dead by now, and the cars that ambushed her certainly weren't Vehicons, they were a distinctive green after all, which could only leave... MECH.
Arcee found herself strapped to large "operating table." The room she was in was rather spacious, not much light except for the single bright lamp above her body, and several dim lights from computers being operated by shadowy humans. She couldn't offer much resistance to her restraints, her energon reserves were too low unfortunately. "Blast it!," she whispered to herself, making sure no MECH personnel could hear her.
"It's no use trying to hide it, we have your entire system connected to our computers. We know when you turn on, turn off, everything about what's currently running in your operating system," a hidden voice stated.
"What are you going to do with me?!" demanded Arcee.
"We're running a few experiments, to learn more about Cybertronian bodies. Because you're such a willing participant, we may make this as painful as possible," the MECH scientist grinned maliciously, he was going to enjoy torturing Arcee. "Now, let's get started."
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