Nano-klik = 1.273 seconds

Klik = 1.2 minutes

Breem= 8.3 minutes

Joor/Groon = hour

Cycle = 1 hour 15 minutes

Orbital Cycle =1 day

Mega-cycle = 93 hours

Orn = 13 days

Deca-cycle = 3 weeks

Stellar cycle= 7.3 months

Meta-cycle = 13 months

Solar cycle = 11 years

Vorn = 83 years

Falling.

She was falling, dropping like a stone, left wing mangled and shot to near nothingness, one thruster billowing smoke, the other missing altogether. The air was whipping past her frame, turning her around and around until she had no idea which way was up and which way was down.

she hadn't even see who did it, and at the moment, she didn't really care. Her processer froze, her vocalizer refused to work, not uttering even the weakest of whimpers, not that she would have known if she was screaming bloody murder.

All she could do was watch as the ground got closer, ever closer. Bringing with it horrible images of a mangled red and white body.

She could feel the panic over her trine bond, the horror that emanated from their sparks as they were forced to watch her fall, too far away and too damaged to do anything about it. And still all she could do was watch.

Finally, less than a mile above the Earth, she sent out a wave of comfort over her family bond, offlined her optics, and waited for the pain of impact to come.

Except it never did.

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No bot in the Autobot ranks really knew who dealt the blow that grounded the Decepticon Second in Command and Air Commander Starscream, but at the moment no bot really cared.

At first, they hadn't cared because the Decepticon Second in Command had been shot out of the sky, a task not easily accomplished.

But in the span of a nano-klik they didn't care for an entirely different reason.

The battle previously waged and currently forgotten had been one of the longest and most brutal since the Cybertronians arrival on Earth, and as a consequence many had been injured spectacularly. Bumblebee especially had taken one too many hits, and was leaning immobilized against a rock out a ways from the battle. Directly under Starscreams falling frame.

Dread immediately crushed any semblance of pride or accomplishment any of the autobots may have been feeling. With cries of dismay and fear, even Prime rushed from the battle, attempting to reach their injured comrade before the plummeting Seeker did. Though they all knew it was hopeless.

With sickening accuracy, Starscream landed atop the young Autobot scout, horrifying screams of pain echoing all across the battlefield, petrifying even the strongest of the Autobot forces.

Vaguely Megatron calling for a retreat could be heard in the background, and while some that it typical for Megatron to leave behind his Second, others sprung to life.

Optimus was the first to reach the disturbingly large crater, and, taking into consideration the possible trauma many of his bots could receive from seeing their youngest member in the state he was undoubtedly in, motioned for his troops to stay behind.

Though, even when expecting the worst, nothing could have prepared him for what was sitting at the bottom of the crater.

For a klik he just... stared, and then he heard the sound of someone clearing their intakes, obviously trying to get his attention. Turning he saw Ratchet had stepped away from the line of mechs and now stood only a couple of feet away from the stunned Prime.

Wordlessly he stepped to the side, a signal for the medic to approach, and promptly returned his attention to the crater.

In two strides the medic was by his side, and in two strides he was as speechless as his leader.

Though it was over in a nano-klik.

"Sparklings?" was the only thing that left the medics vocalizer. And indeed, there were sparklings.

Two of them. One a minibot, the other a seekerlet, and they were both staring up at the two adults with wide, innocent optics.

And as the entire Autobot faction surged forward to see, Prime could only wonder what the frag he was gonna do with sparklings.

Ah~ the bunny farm, where useless yet adorable bunnies will randomly hop up to you and demand to be played with. Yet, never before have I met one so persistent.

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