Candy Stars: Hi everyone! :D I decided I needed to re-write The Junkion… it's been too long, guys! Hope you like it, please R&R! I promise it'll get better, BETTER than Lies! :P

"There ain't nothing good coming out of this situation
And if this is any kind of indication
Well love is not for me
And there's a whole new world to see
Baby, baby, baby, I'll see you some day" – Stray Cats

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The Junkions were perfectly content with being unheard of by nearly everyone in the universe. They had no care for factions, wars, or the well-being of most other planets. The only one that vaguely concerned them was Earth, as without it, their television-crazed society would be in shambles. The reception there was horrible, as Junk was far from Earth, but it was good enough to provide a great deal of entertainment.

As a result of being unknown to almost all beings in existence, the Junkions did not have any problems, aside from their woes when the reception cut out once in a while. They were content. Things were peaceful, simple, and…

"Boring," thought Sprocket to herself, as she watched another Coronation Street rerun alongside the Junkion leader, Wreck-Gar. She was more of a cartoon type, personally, but she didn't want to seem rude and refuse to watch the soaps with her superior, as losing her hardly-useful position was the last thing she wanted to do.

Sprocket was a medic. However, the Junkions had no one to fight, and as such were rarely damaged beyond what they could repair on their own- which happened to be a lot. As a result, Sprocket spent most of her time watching cartoons and collecting new junk from the planet's floor to add to her collection of assorted odds and ends that could come in handy one day, if there ever was something that needed fixing.

"Limited time only! Your choice of channels! Act now!" Sprocket jumped out of her daze and looked over at Wreck-Gar, who was jabbing her arm with a remote. She smiled and snatched it from him, switching to some superhero cartoons. She leaned back, satisfied.

Today, the superhero in particular (she couldn't catch their names sometimes) was travelling through space. Sprocket stared in curiosity, her head starting to whirr with ideas.

"I want to go to another planet," she stated loudly.

"Planet, schmanet, Janet…"

"This is serious!"

"You're insane in the membrane… Where'll you go?"

"I'll find somewhere…" Sprocket shrugged. "I'll come back if I don't like it." She smiled. "I've got one of those little ships n' all." She referred to a ship she'd claimed and fixed for herself when one day it had crashed into the planet's surface with a dismembered mech inside. This only bothered her a little.

Sprocket got to her feet and wandered around to find the ship. It was dusty inside, but everything she owned was that way. She made sure she had everything, useful and not, and enough Energon to keep her going for a while. She heard a crunch outside, and she turned to see Wreck-Gar.

"So soon, poppet?"

"Yep." Sprocket smiled.

"So long," he said in a sing-song fashion.

"Farewell."

"Auf wiedersehen…"

"Goodbye!" Sprocket climbed into the ship. Impulsive was her middle name, and this was no time to think. She discarded any sadness and took off.

Her life on the planet of Junk had been dull. She hadn't made friends and mostly followed Wreck-Gar around on random junk-collecting trips. She didn't mind.

Junk was surrounded by nothing. She could see nothing in all directions. As a Junkion, she was great at watching… but it was time to change the channel. Pulling out the miniature television she always carried with her, she grinned in pure amusement. The reception seemed to be wonderful out here! She read aloud the sound effects.

"Bam! Ka-pow! BOOM!" She chortled, leaning back. It was silent. A planet and its moons passed by, but that was the least of her worries.

Sprocket leaned back in her seat, staring up at the blackness and stars through the clear panel on the ceiling. It was almost hypnotic… and soon enough, she was beginning to feel drowsy. As she passed a curiously red planet, she went offline.

Sprocket's circuits often filled her mind with unusual dreams. She had imagined herself a highly stylized and glittery superhero, with clearly stated sound effects following her everywhere she went. Saving the weak with her superb medical skills, all was bliss in the world.

Well, until the… earthquake?

Sprocket woke up, startled to find she was not imagining things! Her ship was quaking, going every which way as she entered the atmosphere of a planet strangely familiar to her.

"Earth!?" she squawked, optics sparkling with excitement and fear as she gripped the controls.

She lost control of the small ship- it wasn't well-made, to say the least. She shrieked, covering her optics with her palms. It was a long, terrifying fall that ended with a firm drop into a deep, sandy pit. The ship sunk into the sand slightly, then remained still.

"I'll die down here! No way out! The end is near!" Sprocket threw herself at the floor, wailing as she writhed in dismay. Her television fizzed and died out, adding to her trauma.

"Why me? I'm alone in a boring pit! I'll die here without knowing if Superman stayed dead! Oy vey! Woe is me!" She sighed and sat down in her seat, staring up through the panel again. It was thinly dusted with sand.

Then, she heard footsteps above her, and a faint voice. She strained to listen.

"Optimus… You'd better get down here, fast."

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Candy Stars: SUSPENSE! Anyway, R&R! I'll post new chapters ASAP! 