Author's note:

This story takes place a few years after the Transformers: Dark of the Moon movie. All of the femmes have been killed off, and Optimus, Ratchet, Sideswipe, Ironhide, Jolt, Jazz (has been revived) and Sunstreaker.

In the Decepticon army, only Megatron, Starscream and his wingmen, and a few others have survived to the point now. Shockblast was killed, Barricade and Frenzy disappeared and the freaky six-legged-robot-medic-torture-creep is dead too. Oh, and everyone thinks the Fallen is dead...?

"..." = Talking in Cybertronian

"..." = Talking with the comms.

"..." = Talking in earth language (Spanish, English, French, etc.)

"..." = Talking with the bond (twin bond or Sparkmates bond)

Author's note:... = Very important stuff from the author. Especially the one on top of this.

Chapter 1 : Reunion

This is just great. Great, great, great. Getting knocked off target by a meteor shower was NOT in Optimus Prime's plan! I rolled to the right and to the left in space as I dogged the incoming rocks. Great. The others are already on the planet! Sometimes, I just wish I was a mech. This is just… Frag it! Suddenly, I got errors on my HUD as a giant meteor hit me. Direct.

-Few years later-

My optics slowly came online as I got out of statis. A million errors started appearing on my HUD just like last time and I looked around. What I saw, was probably the blue sky of the targeted planet. A few green stuff was around, looking like lamppost with extremely big tops.

The errors told me that my right knee joint was a bit damaged and most of the other errors was minor. Probably got a big hit in the head. I transformed into my bipedal form and walked around. Wait. What was Optimus's orders again? I shuffled my jumbled files around until I found it. Oh, I need to get an alt form and hide around till further orders… If I find any Decepticon signals do not engage except if attacked first… Keep an optic on the Allspark… Do not harm the inhabitants…

Wait a sec! My energon level! Only 40%! I rose to my feet and tumbled around. I needed to find the others, fast! At least I am not leaking it… I walked over to what I thought was a blue box that had flame designs on it with wheels. Weird box with wheels… Sadly, my energon detector was broken during the incident and neither my friend or foe signal was working. Now, where is the aft that I said that I had good luck?

I just scanned the box thing (I think it's a vehicle. I can't wait until I get my processor fixed up so that I can learn from this… Internet thingy) and transformed into it. Wait a sec… I could feel something was wrong… I could feel like I was Optimus… Crap. Don't tell… Me… Last time, I accidentally scanned Megatron in his vehicle form and… The box thingy transformed.

"Optimus!" I said as I recognised the giant robot in front of me.

"Where have you've been, Doubleplex? And why did you scan me as your alt form?" Optimus asked me as he recognized me, even thought I was still a protoform. My cooling fans turned on.

"Um… Well… Sir… I… My… energon detector was broken… And I didn't know it was you sir! Um… Slag it. Why is I the only one that only ever gets stuck with someone else as their alt form!" I suddenly cried out and expressed that also with my body language and I also transformed. Looking at myself, now, I looked like the femme version of Optimus.

"It's ok, Doubleplex. It's not a big problem. At least you don't look like Megatron now. Look at the bright side!" his voice was soothing. Well, I just sighed. "What happened to you, anyways? It looks like you met Decepticons or something."

"I sorta did, if you count meteors as 'cons." I giggled a bit.

"You need to get to Ratchet, NOW!" he said as he examined me. I compiled and transformed into the truck form and he showed me the way to the base (of course in his own alt form.

"So, Optimus, what happened while I was in statis?" I asked him through the internal comms.

"Well, we allied ourselves with the native race against the Decepticons but we are secrets. I don't know how the whole race will think of us."

"The organic there?" I couldn't exactly point but he knew what I meant.

"Shouldn't you know? There is this…" I cut him off. We past through this place full of weird looking structures and some organics.

"I can't, I think my processor is damaged or something so I can't learn from this… Internet. Well, except the language English and some Spanish."

"You REALLY need to get to fixed up." He said just as we arrived at a fenced place. How the frag do you keep people away with a wall you can climb and a piece of metal with lines on it?

We seemed to be somewhere without the organic thingies because I could only see the… Brown tube with green flakes thing… and this yellow line thingy on the ground. This planet is WEIRD. Almost everything was organic here. Optimus transformed into bipedal form and I did the same.

"Doubleplex, maybe you should NOT enter resembling ME." Optimus pointed out as he studied me. I looked at myself. My chest plates aren't curved outwards in front of me… I looked… like Optimus! Why does my alt form need to have a second bipedal form if I accidentally scanned a Cybertronian! I retransformed and NOW, I looked like myself again.

We both walked through the fence and after a while, we came to an actual wall. Organics were guarding it, and armed this time. Seeing us, they did something and part of the wall moved away, showing a way in. Gotta say, those guns the organics have look so… out-dated. We followed the path and arrived at the 'base', as Optimus called it. Looked like a box to me. Needs a paintjob. And some shiny things. Two organics came walking out the mini door.

"So, that's Elita-One?" the femme said and I frowned.

"No. My designation is Doubleplex."

"HEY! Who's the slagger here!" a Cybertronian cried out behind them and I heard the loading of a gun. Totally Ironhide.

"Me. Doubleplex. AND I AM NOT A SLAGGER!" I replied as I could see Ironhide coming out of the base and seeing me.

"Are you a 'con turned good? Cause your name sounds like one."

"No. I am an Autobot! What the frag! I am not even CLOSE to a Decepticon!" I cried out loud at Ironhide. Optimus elbowed me.

"Are you sure?" he smirked.

"Hey! That was an accident, bro! Wait. Which one are you talking about?" I said to Optimus.

"The lesser one."

"Oh. Ya! That WAS not an accident but that fragging Sunstreaker and Sideswipe's prank!" I complained, "Can you just beat them up for once?"

"Wait a sec," one of the organic talked to me, "Why did you call him 'bro'? Prime never had a sister before! Did he?" Everyone turned to Optimus.

"Uh… Well… I do have one. But she's adopted so… Anyone complaining?" Optimus replied and looked uncomfortable. I smirked at him.

"You've been always so cute when you do that! Why can't you do that a bit more?" His cooling fans turned on and everyone laughed.

"I still can't believe Prime had a sister and did not tell us!"

"Maybe because he was scared that the Decepticons were goingto capture her and use her to lure him or something."

"Anyways, why do you look like Optimus so much, anyway?" A organic asked me and I looked down onto the ground, with legs crossed.

"Lets just leave it at bad luck, ok?" I said just as the other Autobot came.

"'Ohse this 'ile of sra'?" said Jazz.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME!" I said as he noticed me.

"'O! 'Orry didn't 'ow it was y… OUCH!" He cried in pain as I slapped him and backhanded him a few times.

"Wow, look at her! A femme version of Prime! That is just so funny! Wonder if she is just as good as him, in every sense of the word!" Sunstreaker said as he studied me. My cooling fans turned on again as I took my wrench out of my sub-space and smashed him on the head with it.

"Your mouth is still this DURTY! I need Ratchet to gimme a REAL weapon so that I can CONBUST you!"

"Hey! Ma'am! You already have two weapon!" Sideswipe said as he walked to his brother.

"What! This wrench?"

"Well, your beauty is key! Just go in front of Megatron and he will die seeing you! You could also start stripping your armour and…" I wacked him in the head for that.

"I would say that you can kill lots of them with just your wrench."

"Hey Ratchet!" I said just as the CMO walked to us.

"How did you get this hurt!" Ratchet had his eyes on me from top to bottom.

"Meteor accident." I left it at that and I followed Ratchet to the med bay.

Totally not mine POV:

"Sir! The target has joint the Autobots, Sir!"

"I guessedddddd itttttt. Waittttt until furtherrrrr orderssssssss."

"Sir yes sir!"

Author's note: Please R&R! And please tell me if it's interesting or does it just suck like my Spartan-117.5 story!