((A/N: This is for the friends in the group on FeralHeart and DeviartART, HotWheels, Protostorm and Darkshard belong to me. Hawkfrost/Knockout707 is the creator of Snowdrift. Tex(as) goes to my friend Blossomdart217/TheLastPrime. This is for you my friends! :D OH! Many more characters are coming VERY soon.))

In the normal days on the Nemesis, Megatron and Soundwave had their helms up to work with trying to decrypt and locate the relics of Autobot or Decepticon origin, Starscream and Knockout were trying to keep themselves out of Shockwaves lab and out of trouble like the boisterous teenagers they are.

But Shockwave was strangely keeping quiet and out of view of the others, more in the shadows that Soundwave, and that was actually saying something, but in the few days following, he would explain why.


In the deep outer reaches of space, a ship was roaming through the black void of space, it was smaller than the Nemesis but big enough to fit a small army, all the rooms were dark apart from one, which was bright from a console as a femme figure was standing in front of the static screen,

"How soon can you get here?" A voice asked over the console, static still alight the room.

"About five earth hours if we use hyper jump." The rather soft but strong and passionate femme voice said, her voice almost like it was carved out of diamonds.

"Excellent, we will be expecting your arrival soon. Shockwave out." And with that, the static screen went off and the room was plunged into darkness, the femme stood there for a second, her dark armor blended perfectly into the pitch darkness of the room, her beautifully clawed digits lifted up from the console and dropped to her sides for a moment.

Her calm breathing as her chassis rised and fell as her hot pink optics were staring at the screen for a moment, suddenly her optics contract as her pupil turned to a slit, like a cat in the dark with her emotionless expression, her mind was unreadable as her side wings, that were attached to her waist retracted inwards into her body and disappeared into her body as if it folded in.

"Protostorm out." Her deep rich voice said as she turned and walked out of the communications room.


In the early hours of the morning, the stars were beginning to fade as the sun began to light the Nemesis up, as it all became alive once more, but this particular day, Shockwave requested Lord Megatron, Soundwave, Starscream and Knockout to the flight deck on the top of the Nemesis,

"Shockwave, why did you request us up here?" Megatron ordered, making a simple question seem more like a life threatening demand.

"Lord Megatron, I have seemingly took it above myself to request new soldiers for the Decepticons, but these soldiers are different to the normal drones." Shockwave said as strong as Cybertronian steel.

"What makes these 'soldiers' more special?" Starscream sneered, clearly displeased by being here than being somewhere more pleasing to him. A ship appeared all of a sudden with a dark finish as its roaring engines made Starscream shriek and stumble back as the ships landing supporter legs suddenly landed on the flight deck with a thud, the engines powered down as Megatron raised a optic ridge at the sudden appearance of the unknown ship.

Shockwave stepped forward towards the ship and stood in front of it.

"Because, these soldiers are something rare." Suddenly the door hatch unlatched and came down to create somewhat of a ramp into the ship as a figure stepped out of the darkness.

"Impossible!" Starscream exclaimed

"But… I thought Airachnid was the only one!" Knockout yelled in disbelief.

"Compare me to that bug and I swear, I will turn you into a toothpick!" The voice said as the morning sunrise made her armor black armor sparkle, her metal face a white colour as she stepped onto the Nemesis flight deck.

Her armor and form perfectly curved and arrow dynamic, her arms behind her back as her one leg was bended at the knee as her optics glowed dimly against the light of the sunrise, a hot pink colour with almost fragile looking features, very detailed.

"My designation is Protostorm" Her voice deep and rich as Starscream hissed,

"How is that possible? Femmes were wiped out during the war! Only a few survived." Starscream recalled the days of Cybertron before it went dark very well.

"Exactly, a few, meaning more than one, Airachnid was not the only femme who survived." Protostorm turned to Starscream, her cat like optics staring him down, making his wings slightly flinch and drop.

"Yeah, it doesn't take a wise mech to figure that out, some femme's are more stubborn than others" Another figure stepped out of the darkness of the ship, stepping down the ramp as her armor was dark purple, her optics the same as Protostorms as this femme had a sway in her hips, more hung back in her body language than the sleek dark femme.

"My designation is Dark Shard, named because of the inspirational dark energon shard Megatron plucked from cosmic shores." Dark Shard turned her helm to Lord Megatron and bowed her helm respectfully. Megatron narrowed his optics slightly, Why wasn't he informed that these femmes were alive?

"Also, meet our communication's expert. HotWheels." The next figure walked out as it came to stop next to Protostorm, this femme seemed younger, and less experienced as her paintjob was just as stunning, red with black markings and silver. HotWheels rested her servo on her hip and examined each mech one by one, suddenly spotting Megatron, "Lord Megatron, it's good to see you." She nodded her helm respectfully and suddenly turned her gaze to the crimson mech, optics narrowed.

"I despise a finish better than my own." HotWheels growled.

"So your admitting my finish is better?" Knockout asked, his EMF field just as bitter towards the crimson femme as hers was towards his.

"FOCUS!" Protostorm snarled towards Wheels, causing her to close off her EMF field.

"There was another member of our team but they became rouge after the death of her 'lover'." Protostorm scoffed, clearly not impressed, it was unlike Protostorm to connect to a stranger, but her team meant a lot, thus she cared for her missing comrade more than she expressed.

"Oh please, lover? I would say more like her scratching post!" HotWheels snickered like a deathly cat.

"Tex was… rather strong and… well…" Protostorm tried to find the right words, it was on the tip of her glossa.

"Threatening?" Darkshard chipped in with her own personal opinion, "Intimidating?"

"The freaking femme version of Unicron?" HotWheels chipped in, over exaggerating.

"… lethal" Protostorm finished.

The mechs took a moment to soak that in, Starscream and Knockout slightly disturbed but Soundwave merely remained silent, taking notes into the Decepticon Data base as the femmes spoke.

Shockwave nodded and took a moment to note in what the femmes were and who they are.

"Follow me." Shockwave said, turning to walk back into the Nemesis, clearly having enough of the femmes little stories as he walked off, Megatron soon following by Soundwave and then the others. The femmes look at each other for a second before following, Protostorm turned back to the ship and wirelessly closed the door to it, not wanting any mechs getting into the ship and snooping through their stuff.

In the hallways, Protostorm was walking with Shockwave as the others followed not far behind, "We are also expecting one of our own. Snowdrift, a weapon's expert in the field and a good comrade." Protostorm turned her helm to look at Shockwave, he merely kept on walking like he shrugged her the cold shoulder.

"Ohh Snowdrift! Primus I miss her, she and I would prank Tex until Tex decided to pull the trigger!" HotWheels snickered.

"I guess you could say HotWheels normally gets along with everyone… That's why we send her into Autobot out posts with different paintjobs and such, she always comes out alive." Darkshard mused. Blinking a few times as she turned her helm to glare over her shoulder to notice Megatron looking at her with narrowed optics, looking at her from top to bottom, "What are you staring at?"

"You're made of pure dark energon… how did you come into being?" Megatron grumbled, his usual burning growl scoldering her audios.

"Long story short, when Unicron was plunged into stasis once more, I came out of his frozen spark as a extension of a over reaction from the energy of the matrix blended in with pure dark energon and darkness." Darkshard explained in one breath, speaking at a rather fast pace of how she came into being.

"Of course… the possibility of the Matrix mixing with the spark of Unicron could create something like you." Megatron seemed fairly at peace when he started his sentence, but ended with a growl which made Darkshard's armor rattle in disapproval.

Soundwave sent a silent ping to Megatron, requesting him to ask Protostorm what she her role is in the little femme's group considering her EMF field was sealed up tight.

"Soundwave requests your ranking and your status, Protostorm." Megatron turned his helm to the dark sleek femme as she slightly turned her helm back to Megatron, "I will clarify everything shortly," and with that Protostorm turned her helm back and went silent.

"And why have you arranged these femmes to come here?" Knockout grumbled over to Shockwave, in his personal opinion they would just be taking up more space. Snarky, annoying, pestering space.

"Since they will be serving with the exceptional armed forces Megatron and myself have intended." Shockwave stopped by a few doors in a hallway and nodded silently, "You will recharge in these accommodations pending on when you are summoned upon." Shockwave stated with a sturdy voice, before turning off and stalking away down the hall, soon followed by Megatron and Soundwave.

"Sweetness." HotWheels beams, walking into her own berthroom for the night and closed the door. Darkshard soon followed as Protostorm turned to the two mechs left, Starscream and Knockout who were still a bit skeptical that theses femmes would be able to last even a week, silently the two mechs looked at each other and nodded in confirming the personal bet.

"Thank you for the pleasantry, but there are many more of us coming… It shall be interesting how you react to it." With a miniature smirk on her face, she turned and walked into her dark quarters and closed the door behind her.

"Femmes; repulsive rejects." Knockout griped, disliking the skittish, frisky femmes.

"No wonder everyone thought they all offlined." Starscream sneered in bitterness, their expectations twisted from the imprints of Airachnid in their lives. Soon that would all change…