*authors note: this is for the information, this is a rewrite of a very old story of mine called Battlemask. thiswill be EXTREMLY different from the original manuscript in many ways. this will also connect to the fic I wrote called Transformers: Revival, as well as crossing over with Doctor Who. but enough of that. Before the story I will also include the cybertronain timetable I will be using for this story, and enjoy!*

Astro-klik: – a fraction of a second
Nano-klik: – second
Klik: – minute
Breem: - hour
Solar-Cycle: – 1 day
Lunar-Cycle - 1 night
Meta-Cycle or Joor: – week
Mega-cycle or Orn – month
Orbital(star)-cycle or Vorn: – 1 year
Deca-cycle: – 1 decade

Optimus Prime paced in front of the door, his whole-body tense from what was happening behind it. His brother, Ultra Magnus, sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room. Next to him, was a bot several heads taller than both of them. His yellow optics staring at the door, as if he had lasers to cut through it. He was the leader of the Predicons, Prediking. On his left side was one of his advisers, a predicon named Moonbeam. Then white femme, being too nervous to sit, was standing beside him.

All three of them were anticipating the birth of a single sparkling. To Optimus, it would be a son or daughter. His firstborn. To Prediking, it would be a future heir to the throne, after his beloved daughter, mate to the Prime, queen of the predicons, Spiral Sapphire. He, as well as Optimus, could feel her paint through their bonds. But there was also, a third bond beginning to come through. The bond of the small sparkling calling out to them.

Ultra Magnus, the calmest one out of the four bots in the room, suddenly got up, placing his servos on his brothers' shoulders, "Optimus, calm down. You're going to wear a hole in the ground with your pacing."

Optimus sighed, but before he could speak, Ultra Magnus said, "I know you are nervous. But sit down before you fall down."

Ultra Magnus nudged him through the bond, ushering him to the chair to his right. As soon as Optimus was sitting, Magnus did his best to lighten the mood, "So, what do you think. A dainty femme, or a strong mech?"

Optimus chuckled, "Knowing Sapphire, it would be a strong femme."

"Indeed" Prediking rumbled, "A strong heir to the throne."

Magnus rolled his eyes, "The sparkling won't just be an heir, you know. It's a sparkling. And what if he or she grows up not wanting the throne?"

"We will just have to see it when it happens." Prediking rumbled once more, "but it will be a pleasure to see a sparkling again. Especially with the war starting."

"We still don't know whether Megatron will go on with his ruse." Optimus defended, "We have to be patent to see his true colors."

"but what if- "Prediking was halted in his words when they all heard a scream, and then the cry of a newborn sparkling.

A head poked out of the door, It was the medic, Ratchet, "Optimus, you can see her now."

As soon as Ratchet was done speaking, Optimus was at the door. Walking in, he could see his mate on the gurney. Her dark blue and silver paint slightly scratched, white spines laying flat on her back. She held a small bundle in her arms, and was purring as she looked down. Looking up at Optimus as he entered, she purred," It's a femme Optimus. A beautiful femme."

Optimus purred back, sending his love through their bond. Sitting on a small chair next to the bed, he looked down at the femme, "she is beautiful, Spiral."

The little femme was pink, with intricate flames on her forearms, legs, and door wings. They fluttered like Spiral's dragon wings as he got closer, her big optics opening to show bright cerulean coloration. She smiled up at her father, who smiled back.

"Ratchet says that she will look more predicon as she gets older. He says that she has a small amount of flight data stored, meaning that her older frames will have wings. She also has a tail, look." She grasped a small, wiry tail that curled around her finger as she showed it to her mate.

"Just like her mother."

"but she has the strength of her father. My dear." Spiral reached up to touch Optimus's cheek. She offered up the sparkling, "Want to hold her, dear?"

Optimus reached out his servos, taking the sparkling. She fit perfectly in his servos. She was so sweet, and pretty. The way she curled up to his chest plates just felt right. A Protective feeling came over him as he held her. As he looked at her helm, he could see a symbol on her right audio. Optic ridges furrowing, he took a closer look. It was a symbol that he shared with her. The symbol of the Primes. She would be a powerful femme someday. He just hoped that he could keep her. As beautiful as a star, and as soft as a song. Giving her the name, Starsong.

There was a knock on the door, and a small yellow face with large, blue optics showed itself rom around the corner. It was Bumblebee, the youngling that the Autobots had taken in as their own. He was closest to the Prime and queen, having been excited to know that another sparkling was coming into the family. Even if he would be going to the Autobot Academy in a few short vorns. Optimus beckoned him in, "Come in, Bumblebee. Come meet your new sister."

"sister?"

"yes. Sister. Come here."

Excited, the little ones door wings went upward in a V formation as he walked over. Optimus bent down to let him have a look at the new sparkling. Bumblebee smiled, "She's beautiful."

Starsong opened her optics, looking at Bumblebee for a good long moment, when the door once again opened. Startled, she started to cry. Large tears coming to the corners of her optics. Bumblebee jumped back, "I'm sorry!"

Ultra Magnus laughed, "Don't be sorry. It was my fault."

Optimus clutched the sparkling to his chest before handing the sparkling back to his sparkmate. Spiral looked down at the youngling with love in her optics. She was happy, her sparkmate was happy. And by the way Ultra Magnus and Prediking was looking at her and Starsong, they were happy. They were all a happy family. But happiness can't last forever.

On the eve of Starsong's third sparkday, the happy family had to split up. Optimus, dreading telling his sparkmate as he walked through the halls of the Autobot warship known as the Arc. His peds felt heavy as he dragged them down the hall, where he could feel his happy sparkmate and sparkling were playing on the floor. Walking into the room, a small, magenta form came and attached to his ped.

Leaning down, he picked up the laughing Starsong, "Starsong, its good to see you."

She little one gave him a quick hug, "Opi! Dani and I played today!"

"I see, little one." Optimus gave Spiral Sapphire a look, turning his attention to Starsong, "Why don't you go and play with Bumblebee. I understand he is here today."

"OK!" as soon as she was let down, she ran from the room.

Optimus sat down, his joints groaning as he did so. Spiral walked over in her typical fashion, sitting down next to him. He took his servo in hers, "spiral. We may not be bale to keep her here anymore."

"What do you mean?" Spiral's optic ridges furrowed as she tried to understand the feelings coming off from Optimus.

"I mean, the war has become too unstable. The Decepticons could find our location and attack at any moment."

"So-"

"So I think we should do what the other families are doing all across cybertron."

Spiral shook her helm, optics flashing a warning red for a moment, "What? Send our daughter to the far edges of space? Why would you even think of doing that?"

Optimus flinched at her harsh words, "I do not wish to see our daughter in the servos of the Decepticons. It would be safer."

"Safer?" Spiral backed up, her spines shaking in a warning way, "We can send her to live in the Predicon Empire. She would be safe there."

"Would she?"

"What do you mean?"

"I heard that the empire of the predicons got found out. They were scattered around the cosmos just like the rest of our people." Optimus let out a short growl, "Otherwise, I would fully heartedly have sent her there."

Spiral's wings drooped as she leaned against her sparkmate, draping the closest wing over his back, "I see. Maybe it would be better. But what if we never find her again?"

"I would rather know she is alive and lost, then know where she is and find her dead."

Spiral ducked her head, sadly, she had to agree with her sparkmate. It just wasn't safe on cybertron anymore. So, they made the decision to send her off into space. Taking a large pod, they set out to send her off in the middle of the lunar cycle. All of Cybertron's moons shining bright in the sky as they slowly walked to the set up pod. Prediking was waiting for them, his yellow optics illuminating his face, "You made it."

Spiral's faceplates were stained with tears as she lowered the sleeping youngling in the pod. Prediking, sensing his daughters' distress, opened his arms for her to collapse in his arms. Fresh lubricant tears ran down her face, "I don't want to do it."

Prediking sighed, "It will be alright, Spiral. She will return to you."

"How do you know?"

Optimus answered for Prediking; his vocals thick with emotion. "Because she is our daughter."

He had leaned down, placing his servo next to Starsong's, who grasped his digit tightly. He also had tears welling up in his optics, "she will return to us. She has your resilience. I can feel it."

Spiral joined Optimus by their daughter. She gave the sparkling a kiss on the forehead, "Return soon, my child."

Optimus took spiral in his arms, "I love you. My Starsong."

They closed the pod, which immediately started its engines as soon as it was closed. The three stepped back as the pod rose into the air. Four predicons, unseen from their positions, took to the air. Guarding the pod as it joined countless others in the clear night sky. As if it was leading them, the other pods circled around the joining sparkling, as they slowly disappeared into the vastness of space.

As if guided by an unseen hand, the pod carrying the sleeping Starsong took her far away from the dyeing cybertron. It was a peaceful ride for a few Joors, but then, a wormhole opened up beside the pod. Sucking her pod thought it, the space of her dimension changed. The stars realigning in ways that, if she ere older, would have noticed that they were different. She was once again, lost. But there was something coming upon the pod. And a voice.

"Boss, it's a sparkling pod!" called the voice.

Another voice answered, "Well bring it in!"

The single autobot grabbed hold of the pod as they passed by. His orange and yellow pain scraping against the rough pod. Setting the pod on the ground, he stepped back as it opened. Showing the single sparkling within. She started to cry. The bot picked her up, bringing her to his chest. there was an engraving in the inner part of the pod. Taking a look, he realized it had a name. And that name, was Starsong.