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AN: Hey, I started writing this because I was having writers block on my other stories. This does not have anything to do with my other stories. This chapter starts right after the Autobots won the war.


Prologue

Malice was standing on the front deck looking out over her city, Kaon. She was proud that she lived here, especially with Megatron and his troops protecting them. Her and her bondmate were true Decepticon supporters. They would do anything for the troops. Of course though, they had their favorite officer to look up to. And that very officer was the one named Blitzwing. They never knew what started their admiration of the mech, but they looked up to the mech. He was an inspiration that all bots, no matter how insane or random, could end up being in a higher rank.

"My dear, are you excited about our little bundle of joy that is coming?" Her bondmate asked as he walked outside.

She turned to the black seeker mech and answered, "Of course I am my dear Pandemonium. But I have been wondering how we are going to format our little bundle when she comes. I mean, we have to figure that out before it is time for it to come out of your spark chamber."

The lime green and gray helicopter femme smiled at Pandemonium as he said, "I have been thinking about having our little sparkling be born in honor of the Decepticon cause and all of its loyal followers."

"More importantly, it should be modeled after the one that we admire most." Malice led on with a look of knowing in her red optics.

"Someone we hold in higher respect and honor than anyone." Pandemonium played on, also with a knowing look in his red optics.

"Exactly my dear, it will be Blitzwing who we model our dear sparkling after. Actually, we should make her an almost exact of him."

"Yes my dear…wait, her?"

"Yes. I went to see the medic yesterday and he told me that I was expecting a little femme."

"Did he say when you are going to have her?" Pandemonium asked.

Malice smiled and answered, "The medic said that her spark will dislocate from mine in three solar cycles."

Pandemonium stared at her in shock before stammering out, "Th-th-three s-s-solar cy-cy-cycles?" he then proceeded to fall over in stasis lock. Malice smiled at her mate's still form and dragged him into the house.


Two days, twenty three cycles later

Malice was lying in her berth with her mate. The sparkling was supposed to have arrived by now and she was starting to get worried. She decided that she would go and see the medic in the morning. She repositioned herself to try and get to sleep. She had just started to fall into stasis when she felt a small pull at her spark. At first she thought it was just the sparkling moving in her spark chamber and tried to lie down again. But as she did, she felt the same pull, but this time it was three times as strong. It was then that she knew her little femme was coming.

"Pandemonium," She nudged her mate and tried to wake him.

"Ungh…later carrier…I am sleeping."

Malice smirked at her mate's mumblings and would have loved to leave him alone, but the pull from her little sparkling was growing extremely painful.

"PANDEMONIUM GET YOUR AFT UP!" She yelled.

Said mech suddenly bolted out of the berth and shouted, "I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO IT!" he then looked at his mate and asked, "Yes dear?"

"It's time." She answered with a smile.

He stared at her confused before asking, "Time for what my sweetspark?"

All she answered him with was three simple words, "The sparkling dear."

His optics grew wide as realization hit him. He then quickly swept her off the berth and ran out of their building. He sprinted across the streets of Kaon yelling at anybot who got in his way to move the scrap out of his path. He sprinted into the med center and as he went down the hallways, he screamed, "RAZOR, GET YOUR AFT TO ME RIGHT NOW!"

He then neared the doors which led to the main med room and ran through them, all the while carrying Malice. When he got inside, he found the cleanest berth and laid Malice on it.

"You know, you-could have run a-little slower dear." Malice teased with a small smirk, hissing in-between words with pain.

He looked at her with an incredulous look on his faceplates before he heard the doors hiss open. When he turned, he saw a very skinny yet tall brown and dark green car mech with deep red optics run in.

"Razor, the sparkling's coming." Pandemonium said in a rushed tone to the medic.

"I see that Pandemonium. I need you to wait outside. This will be stressful enough without you in here worrying."

"But,"

"GET OUT!"

Pandemonium quickly got out of said room and waited. As he waited, he was glad that they had sent the sparkling's shell to Razor a head of time. Speaking of the shell, they had decided to make it exactly like Blitzwing, even his helm. Unfortunately, they had no control on what her color was going to look like. They were hoping that it would be the same as Blitzwing's coloring.

The cycles past by and no word on Malice's condition. Pandemonium was getting extremely worried that something had gone wrong. He was about to charge into the room when suddenly, Razor walked out of the room, energon staining his servos.

"How is Malice?"

Razor led him into the room and said, "Pandemonium, meet your new little femme."

Pandemonium looked down at his mate and the little bundle that was in her arms. The little femme had unfortunately not gotten Blitzwing's colors but instead was all black with two lime green lines wrapping around her wings, lime green tipped shoulder cannons and digits, and the two round sensory nodes on the top of her helm were lime green. The one thing that got his attention though, was that her optics had not turned out red like his or Malice's, but were bright green.

"So, what are we going to name our little femme?" He asked his bondmate.

"I was thinking Blitzkriea, but then I thought of the most perfect name."

"What is that dearest?"

"I want her name to be Pandimala. So she always has a part of us with her." Malice explained.

Pandemonium thought about this for a few seconds before exclaiming, "It's perfect!" He then turned to Razor and asked, "How old does a bot have to be to get the optic color changed?"

Razor looked at him and said, "They cannot be changed until they become adults. Until then they are going to be green."


Day Before Pandimala Becomes a Youngling

Pandimala was enjoying herself. She had been playing with all the neat equipment that her sire let her look at. That day, Mr. Megatron and Mr. Starscream had come and paid her sire and carrier a visit. They had been regular visitors to their home for as long as she remembered. They had seemed sad when they had come and Pandimala had asked what the matter was but carrier just told her to let the adults have their alone time. Oh well, she didn't put much thought into that since she was going to become a youngling on the next solar cycle. She was so excited that she could hardly wait.

Mr. Megatron and Mr. Starscream then left and Pandimala's carrier walked over to her. She looked down at Pandimala and said, "Pandimala, we have to start packing."

Pandimala was confused. "Why carrier?"

Her carrier looked down with care and said, "We are being forced to leave Cybertron."

Pandimala was scared. "Why, the Autobots said that only the 'Cons and their supporters had to leave."

Her sire then came in and said, "Pandimala, we always have been and will be Decepticon supporters."

Pandimala was now very confused and scared. "WHAT! But the 'Cons are the bad bots that attacked our home. How can you support them?"

"My dear, we are not just supporters, but we are loyal followers. We even built your shell to mimic one of the Decepticons we look up to the most. Now go pack like a good femme." Her sire ordered.

Pandimala walked up in shock to her room and started to back away her stuff. Her life had been a way for her creators to worship the Decepticons. Even her own shell was made to mimic one that they really admired. She was sickened at the thought. She hated Decepticons and she had been living with them the whole time. But, as she continued on, she knew that she did not want to live with the Decepticons or their supporters any longer. She then made up her processor right there, she was going to run away and join the Autobots, or live in the streets, or something just as long as she got away from here. She quickly grabbed a cube of energon and snuck out her window. Pandimala made it to the front of their complex before her sire and carrier saw her trying to sneak off.

"Where are you going?" Pandemonium asked.

"I am not supporting the 'Cons. I want to be an Autobot. And I am not living with 'Con supporters." Pandimala shouted at her crea…them. She then noticed that look of anger that she had only seen once before in Pandemonium's optics. It had been when she had said that the Decepticons were evil. He had gotten extremely mad and had beat her. That had been the only time that either of her creators had beaten her. She was now scared. Many thoughts were going through her processor at the moment. Out of all the thoughts that came with that look, the one screaming the loudest to her was, run. So she did just that. She started to run out of Kaon and toward the Autobot city of Iacon. She could hear Pandemonium chasing her and she knew that she need to find help.

She ran on and on and finally made it just outside of Iacon. But then, she tripped and she then heard the sound of Pandemonium transform. She looked at him and saw him about to snatch her up when suddenly, a giant bolt of thunder crashed into Pandemonium and threw him back away from her. She then saw him transform back into his flying mode and flew back to Kaon. Pandimala did not have time to see what had caused the thunder because she was so scared that she quickly ran into an abandoned storage facility and tried to find a place to hide. She looked left and right and finally found a small storage closet she could hide in. So, she jumped inside and froze when she heard the sound of pedesteps heading toward her. She was terrified now. It was probably Pandemonium finding her and he was going to punish her for running away and all the things she said. Her frame froze as the handle to the door slowly turned and Pandimala did the only thing she could think of, she curled into a ball and braced herself for what was to come. Pandimala heard the door fully open and felt the light hit her.

"It is ok little one, you are safe now."

Pandimala lifted her head in hope. This voice did not sound like Pandemonium's. It sounded calm and friendly. She looked and saw a strange blue and white mech who was carrying a big hammer. The two things that made her relieved though was that he was wearing the Autobot insignia and that he had caring blue optics.

"Are you going to hurt me?" Pandimala asked the mech.

He shook his helm and said, "No, no little one. I will not hurt you." The mech then seemed to think about something for a minute before saying, "Would you like to live at an Autobot Academy support home?"

Pandimala's spark felt like it would not stop pulsing in joy. She would get to live with the Autobots! She quickly nodded her helm at the mech and allowed him to pick her up.

"You are an independent little youngling aren't you?" The mech asked.

"Nah-uh, I won't be a youngling until the next solar cycle." Pandimala corrected her savior.

"My apologies little one." He then asked, "Can you tell me your designation little one?"

Pandimala nodded her head rapidly and responded, "My designation is Pandimala."

"Nice to meet you Pandimala."

Pandimala then asked hesitantly, "What's your designation sir?"

Pandimala felt the mech chuckle before he answered, "My designation is Ultra Magnus."


AN: Hope you all like this so far. It is a little out of my comfort zone but I am starting to enjoy this. Please read and review.