The night turned into day and the sun decided to rise later in the day, signaling winter is coming closer and closer. I stretch out all my limbs like a cat to get rid of morning tiredness from my bones and muscles. Scanning my eyes over the area to see if there was anyone here, Ratchet stood working on something once again.

Doc Bot must have heard the scraping of my talons on the metal plat form and glanced over his shoulder to look at me. "Good morning Midnight, did you recharge well?" He questions still gazing at me with his full attention. Nodding my head to answer his question, he also dips his head acknowledge my answer and returns to his work.

Silence took over any sound in the hanger and a tiny ringing sound could be heard in my ears. Shaking my head to get rid of the noise, I stand up to my full height and unfurl my wings to their full width. The morning sun shone brightly on my wings and warmed them up to a comfortable temperature.

Humming slightly to 'Killer Queen by Queen', damn that is an amazing band and song, I crawl out of the open window. A small breeze pushed my jet black hair to the right and getting it put my way. Pumping my wings down in a down beat to catch the air, I was carried into the air after a couple more wing beats.

The small breeze didn't disrupt my flight through the air and helped me stay in the air without having to pump my wings more. It took me over to the training area where I could see Trigger Happy with a bunch of soldiers teaching them. Deciding to make a stop here and to observe silently, I land on the road blocks that are piled taller than Boss Bot. There are two stacked together to make the wall stronger.

A few soldiers notice my appearance and some of them were nice or brave enough to wave at for greetings. This calls for Ironhide to notice me and called out to me. "Midnight, if you're going to watch from the sidelines, you might as well come over and be part of the group." A trickle of fear ran through me from being called out in a big group of soldiers.

Following his request, I glide down to ground level and stay in the back. Ironhide didn't like that and motioned for me to come even closer. Hunching my shoulders and pressing my wings as close as they could to my body, I waded my way through the sea of bodies. Mostly everyone got out of my way and a wave of fear from some of them could be smelled.

Once I got to the front of the large group of humans, Trigger Happy began to instruct the soldiers of what their training is going to be like for today. But some random soldier had a question, a very idiotic one in my opinion. He wanted to go against me in a hand to hand combat. The other idiots wanted to also go against me in a hand to hand combat.

"How about this; if one of you somehow bet me, I will do all of your guys training for the day," I offered.

Before he could agree to the offer, Ironhide butted in. "And if you don't beat her, at least one of you have to, then you'll have two extra hours of training." The 'leader' of the group smirked and nodded to confirm the deal. I stick out my hand to shake on it and he slapped his hand and shook it with confidence. You poor, poor human. You're going to get your ass handed to you by me.

Zach, he told me his name, lead me over to human part of the area with the wrestling pads laid down on the dirt ground. The mat was sprinkled in dust and a navy blue color as its primary and a dark grey as its secondary. When we stepped foot on it, the dust flew up and I had to stop a sneeze from arising. Not wanting to sneeze ever second of the battle, I open my great wings and flap them to blow the dust off the mat.

After doing that we go into position and had a referee, Ironhide, count us down. The only problem with this entire thing is I have to be careful about the cast on my right arm I watched him carefully for the few moments he gave before he went to grab my leg. He picks it up and tries to twist it around so he could get me to fall on my hands and knees.

Not allowing him to make me fall, I bend backwards (straining my poor wings) and use my strength to throw him over my body. I flip and landed on my feet to look at the defeated human. He gladly lands on his back instead of his head and he groaned from the power of the throw. Ironhide announces who the winner is. Sauntering over to him with my hips swaying like the sassy bitch I am, I out stretch my arm to help pick him off the floor.

Zach growls and roughly pushes away my hand to pick himself up. He stands, dusts himself off, and stomps over to the group of other idiots. Even though they are whispering among themselves, my sensitive hearing easily picks up what they are talking about.

Another man steps out from the group and spoke to me, thinking it was a great idea to say what he said. "Good luck with beating me." A smirk appeared on my face and I motioned for him to step on the mat with me. He listens like a good boy and gets in position to start the round. Ironhide stands next to us and counted down.

All Brawn And No Dick didn't do anything for five seconds and I knew it was my turn to attack. Quick as a cat on my feet, I lung at the guy with all the force my legs could muster to make sure he falls back. The force of the push was enough he falls back on his back, my weight and the fall made him breathless and shocked him.

Pushing him over on his chest and keeping him there, I grab one of his arms twist it painfully behind his back. He yells out in pain and tries to break the hold on his arm, it failed of course.

"Say uncle and that females rule the world and I will let go of your arm if I feel like it," I offered. He struggled for a few moments to release my hold before going still and his body stills.

"Uncle and girls rule the world," he finally gives in but he said the sentence wrong.

Pressing more pressure on his arm (he screamed like a little boy), I lower my mouth to be next to his ear. "Say it correctly or I'll break your arm so bad, Ratchet won't be able to fix it," I growl lowly and he shivered in reaction.

"Okay! Uncle! Okay! Females rule the world," he correctly repeats my orders. A smirk appears on my face and I release his arm. He sighs from his arm being released from the close-to-be breaking position and groaned from the pain that came with. He stood up while rubbing his redden arm and glared at me.

Turning to others that are part of the idiot club, the smirk still placed on my face. "Anyone else wants to try, the offer still stands." This went on for awhile with others thinking they could beat me, a killing machine. They all failed terribly and received two more hours of training.

Ironhide shooed (more like scared them) the group away to do their training and took me to the side so we could converse with each other.

"How did you know how to fight like that? Most your planet's femmes don't know to fight or defend themselves," Trigger Happy questioned. Changing my gaze outward to a smaller group, my mind reels over how I gained the experience I have. Fighting for myself in the god forsaken arena is part of the reason I know what I know. Another part is from being sent out to kill people they didn't like or people intruding on their stuff.

Still with my gaze trained on the group of soldiers, I answer lowly with my tone of voice holding venom. "I was forced to battle to keep myself alive." He shifted on his feet but still leaned against the concrete wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Sorry to hear that," he apologized for something that wasn't his fault in the first. Waving my hand in the air to push away the apology, I push myself off the wall and roll my shoulders to get rid of the stiff feeling. Stretching out my wings, I flap them down a couple of times and raise my body off the ground. I fly up above Ironhide and land on the top of the concrete wall to get a better look at everything.

Ironhide gazes up at me and spoke up after some time. "Good job beating those humans." Nodding my head and giving him a hum, I kept quiet and continue to watch the group of soldiers.

About an hour of watching the group, my boredness grew too much and I took off into the air. I wave my goodbye to Ironhide and took off in the direction of the Med. Bay. All I want now is peace and quiet for the time being and maybe ask Ratchet to learn more about them. In return I'll give him some of the information I know about myself.

Flying through the open window and landing on the plat form, my talons clicking against it. The sound of my talons hitting the plat form alerting Doc Bot and he glanced me from working on whatever he was working on. "Welcome back Midnight. Did you have a good flight?" he questioned before turning back his work, still paying attention to my answer.

"Yeah," I started to tell the story, "I saw Ironhide training a group of soldiers and decided to watch them. Ironhide had seen me and called me down. I flew down and a group of idiots decided to challenge me to a battle. I of course beat them easily and continue to watch them. It got boring and I left to come here to ask you some questions." He stopped doing his work and fully turned to look at me.

"What questions do you have for me?" he questioned.

"Well, I want to know more about you guys and in return you can learn more about me." I was glad I asked that question because he answered it and gave an overload of information about them. In return for gaining the new information, I gave him some of the information about myself to him.