Hi guys, this is The Fallen's Mistake, the sequel to The Past Always Returns, which is the sequel to A Change In Plans. It would probably be best if you read those first, else ya'll will be very confused. ;p

Thanks a bunch to everyone's support, and mah lovely reviewer harem! ^^

- Until All Are One -

Summary: The adventures continue! How will all the changes affect the events of the 2nd movie as we know it? Sage and her family are going to go through some more difficult and troubling events in this sequel to The Past Always Returns.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Transformers, else I'd have the kiddie version, and the adult version. LOL Plus I'd not be broke right now. XD

I will have my normal notes, from A Change In Plans, at the bottom, instead of at the top. So Cybertronian terms are on the bottom. ^.^

Chapter Warning: Blackout and Barricade get frisky.. ;p… horny Mechs they are…

- Until All Are One -

Title: The Fallen's Mistake

Chapter One: Missing and Some Action

- Until All Are One -

Previously from The Past Always Returns:

The kids would continue their schooling, Mikaela's dad would be let out on parole, Sage would continue her college classes and the elusive search for Haven, as well as start tutoring Sam so he could get into a good college. Barricade would watch over his Ward, and the others, with his normal snarky attitude, Bumblebee would be his normal cheerful happy self, and Frenzy would of course torture Sam with more pranks than thought possible. The Mechs would help complete the base, watch over the Younglings and watch them continue growing at an alarming rate, send and receive messages from various Bots and a couple CORE messages that Blackout would be silent about, as well as detect and defend against various Decepticon landings. Unfortunately for the three Cons, most of them would be disbelieving of their story and would go into hiding, waiting for something, and following unknown orders. It would only be in a year's time, that something different would occur, which would start a whole new chain of events. Were they ready for the war to return? Perhaps, perhaps not, only time would tell.

- Until All Are One-

=It has been so long, Vessel, are you convinced that you sensed the Call?= A pair of servos lightly brushed against thick armor, the touch soft and reverent. The recipient accepted the touch for a moment, his scarlet optics focusing briefly to stare intently at the one who remained by his side through everything. Ruby optics gentled, understanding apparent as the other pulled away from his reassuring touch. The Vessel had to keep others at a distance, even his Beloved Spark; the burden he carried had a heavy price, not just on those around him. His Beloved Spark could only helplessly watch as his processors were slowly corrupted; the secret he carried deep inside his chassis was too much for his frame to tolerate. His Beloved was strong but stubborn, and despite the urgings and warnings, he refused to hand it over to another. He would always say the same thing, with his unfocused almost insane optics. Not yet, not yet, it is not time…

=Yes, My Beloved. I felt her, the Mother has Called, the End is coming,= the Vessel looked at him, his optics focusing for the first time in vorns, the insanity clouding his processors gone for just a moment. His Beloved vented slowly, his optics shuttering.

=It is time then?=

=Yes,=

=I will relay the message,= he turned away, leaving the room. For a long moment, the Vessel remained motionless, before a clawed servo touched his chassis.

=We are coming, Little Voice, we are coming,=

- Until All Are One-

Barricade grunted softly when he felt his Ward poke him, groggily rising from recharge to open his door and let her slip inside. He felt her affectionate strokes, before her lips pressed against his steering wheel in silent greeting. He felt his frame resettle, relaxing briefly at the knowledge she was safely ensconced inside him, protected by anything and everything. "Are you alright? You've been so tired lately,"

"Fine," he murmured, a long vent relaxing his overtaxed systems.

"Blackout wearing you out?" the slightest hint of amusement and laughter became apparent in her warm voice. He let out a noncommittal garble, his processors scanning automatically for his Bonded instinctively, almost fearfully. It wasn't as though he feared his Bonded, Primus above anyone but a select few knew how much he adored the communications technician. The last several Earth months however, he'd begun avoiding his Bonded. It certainly didn't help that nearly once a week, Sage received an irate phone call by a not-amused Major Lennox, saying Blackout had disappeared again, only for him to reappear near their location and Ping him until he finally surrendered to his demands. By the Allspark, he'd gotten more 'action' in the last couple of months, than he did in a vorn before landing on this planet! His Bonded was acting very strange, but then again, all of them were acting strangely, have been since they landed here.

"More incoming," he grunted, turning his focus onto his Ward, and away from his eccentric Bonded.

"Decepticon?"

"Affirmative," he felt her curl deeper into his seat.

"I miss them," she admitted, "I know we just had our second Christmas together, but visits every couple of months just isn't the same,"

"Your schooling is almost complete, you will be working on base soon enough," he tried to comfort, "You should enjoy your free time, once you are on Diego Garcia, you won't have as many freedoms."

"I know, you and Orion keep telling me that," Sage blew her bangs up, rolling her eyes, "but what's the point in going shopping, when I won't be needing any of those frivolous things on base?" he internally smirked, hearing her refer to girlish cosmetics/clothing in his own words. He was proud of his Ward for not being one of those annoying girls who only cared about fashion and mechs. His Ward was intelligent, and despite her flaws, was both down-to-earth and head-in-the-clouds, as the humans would say. He would never have consented to her carrying around a bag of make-up and extra clothes so she could change three times a day. Her practicality was an endearing quality of hers that he took full advantage of. She didn't have to know that he always kept an 'emergency' bag full of her things in his subspace; he liked to be prepared after all.

"Blackout has also received several CORE messages," He interrupted her slight rant about stereotypes; he really had no idea how she'd gotten onto that topic.

"Oh really? What about?" she leaned forward curiously.

"Possible landings, more level threes, possibly a level two," he kept it vague, so to keep with his LCS programming, and she knew enough not to pry.

"Cool," she brightened considerably, before deflating. "They won't be like the wrecking twins, will they?" His frame shuddered briefly, thinking about the two recent arrivals. The twins, Mudflap and Skids were annoying pests in his opinion. He would admit, grudgingly, his respect for Prime, since he somehow managed to contain their behavior and tolerate them.

"Your brother's got the patience of a saint," he muttered darkly. He felt her EM field flutter, agreeing with him, twirling inside his pleasantly. She was broadcasting much more easily now, her field growing stronger under his lessons, and allowing her to send quick nonverbal messages. Her Links were also thriving, growing easily, under his and Prime's gentle touches. She could even send brief messages to Ironhide and Ratchet now, since their Creator Links to her were much stronger than they were previously.

"When's our next visit?" she asked, hopeful but wary. He hummed softly in reassurance, knowing she'll be disappointed.

"Not until May," he felt her deflate.

"It's only March 17th," she murmured, her Spark breaking. She hated being so far away from her family, from her brother, her Papa (Ironhide) and Da (Ratchet), but also her Younglings. She had missed her twins, Rewire and Surge, when they started talking, and Lift was nearly to Prime's shoulder-struts in height. Nightshade had already shown his skills and eagerness by sneaking onto the C-17s and managing to join them on simple missions. He was speaking easily now, and his armor had shifted to match Ironhide's chemical properties, making his the second-strongest armor of all the Mechs. She missed Sureshot and Terabyte too, despite them not being her Younglings, since they had also had several 'growth spurts' since she had last seen them. She felt a moment of jealousy that Arcee was spending more time with her Younglings than she was, before feeling ashamed for it. The Femme was teaching them about themselves, about their history and Cybertron, something Sage couldn't do. She got along well with her on their visits, they were tentative friends, but Mikaela had a stronger relationship with her.

"Cheer up Femmeling, or I will do that, again,"

"Please don't," her lips twitched, remembering the last time he had tried to 'cheer' her up. Having a very curvaceous blonde female human speaking in her Guardian's voice and tones, was far too disturbing to think about, let alone witness twice.

"Are you cheerful yet? No? Then prepare for it," Before she could beg for mercy, one of her Links Pinged, making her pause. Focusing on it, she easily identified it as Bonecrusher's, but it was vibrating strangely. "Femmeling?" She delved into her mind, not hearing his concerned calls, down into her Spark, and Pinged the Link. For a moment, he focused on her, almost caressing the Link for a long moment, before he threw an apology towards her. Not understanding his sudden apology, she nearly screamed when he suddenly, forcibly, shut the Link down. It hurt, like a piece of her had suddenly been ripped away, with only a slight thread keeping it attached. Her other Links hyper-focused on her, yanking her back from spiraling after the fleeing presence, pulling her out of the depths of her Spark, back into reality.

"Crusher! Crusher!" her panicked cries echoed in his alt, as she began pounding against his tightly shut door and window. "Cade, something's wrong with Crusher!"

"Femmeling, stop! You can't help him!"

"You don't understand! He's hurting! We have to help him!" she was unaware that she had slipped into basic Cybertronian, her terrified wails making her field flare out defensively. He kept his door and windows locked, wincing as she hit him more and more in her panic. Her blows weren't painful per say, her organic shell hiding her developing frame, but he was well aware that she was damaging her shell, and was at a lost as to make her stop. A sharp whistle from Frenzy, who had woken up from his nap, helped him focus his scattered processors. A sweet scent rushed out of his vents, ignored and unnoticed by her until her frame slowed and eventually submitted. His Spark broke at the tears and keens that slipped out of her, as she curled into a ball and wept. A single Ping to Blackout and the confirmation back only heightened his worry: Bonecrusher was missing.

- Until All Are One-

Major Will Lennox closed his eyes and bowed his head for just a moment, taking a few precious seconds to focus his thoughts and clear his mind. It had been relatively quiet, quite a few Decepticon landings, but they were remaining hidden for the most part. What worried him was the latest landing, and consequently Bonecrusher's sudden disappearance. Five Decepticons entered the atmosphere, shielding their signals instantly, but Bonecrusher seemed to understand and even anticipate their movements. He'd helped them develop a strategy in confronting them, but midway through settling in their positions, the Decepticons and Bonecrusher disappeared from their sight and radar. Moments after, the Bots with them flinched and grabbed their chests. Prime, Ironhide, Sideswipe, and Blackout simultaneously froze, their optics flickering, before they looked at each other. They obviously were communicating silently, the soldiers having learned to read their body language from working with them for the past year and a half.

Searching and continuing their mission only ended in everyone being disappointed; Bonecrusher and the Decepticons were gone, without a trace or hint as to what happened. On the flight back, Will and Epps had sneakily stepped to Ironhide and Sideswipe to find out what was going on, and were alarmed at what they found out. All the Mechs had reacted when Sage's Link became panic-stricken, her Link to Bonecrusher being forcibly dampened and nearly shut down permanently. In her panic, she had nearly dragged all of them deep into their Links as she tried to grasp his fleeing presence and yank him back. Since she was so inexperienced however, they had done the opposite, yanking her back and preventing her from sending herself into a self-imposed comatose state. He and Epps understood a little bit of what they had explained, understood it as serious, and separated to think things over on their own.

From what Will managed to wrap his mind around, he was aware of only a couple things. Bonecrusher knew those Decepticons, on a personal basis. He has specifically volunteered himself as bait, to draw their attention away from the soldiers and Autobots, as a diversion to supposedly allow them to flank and surround them. Bonecrusher was far too intelligent and devious for them to have underestimated him, since he'd managed to not only protect them, but slip away as well. He had sent out an apology to Sage, before forcing their Link into a dormant state so she couldn't find him, and thus limiting the others from finding him. He didn't know whether he should thank the Con for protecting his soldiers, or Taser him himself for making all of them panic and worry. First things first, however, they had to find him.

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A month slowly crept by, no one could locate their missing Con, and several more Decepticon landings were reported. None of the landings resulted in confrontations, instead several of them inadvertently revealed themselves as they were searching for something. It worried all of them that they were hunting for something unknown, and none of them could figure out what it was they were looking for. Will was also receiving calls from Sage, desperate for any news, and he hated disappointing her. Luckily for them both, she would willingly reassure him that yes, he was still alive, she could feel that much, although she had no idea where he was or if he was in danger. She had also taken it upon herself to reassure him that Sarah and Annabelle were fine, and his daughter was healthy and normal. After some pestering, she got Barricade to email him various pictures and home videos of his growing child and beautiful wife. It made him feel even worse when he couldn't return the favor.

Demonta had worked with Maggie and Glen in an attempt to locate Bonecrusher, or even to find out what the Decepticons were up to, but even with her skills and some rather unsavory/unusual contacts, she wasn't finding out much. The Decepticons who had landed were obviously skilled in avoiding detection, although he had the feeling that Bonecrusher was helping them remain hidden for some reason. He knew the Con wasn't a CORE like Barricade and Blackout, and thus was their only real Decepticon, but he had thought they were comrades by now. The fact that Bonecrusher had even started joking around with Sideswipe and Jazz, when he wasn't being an anal perfectionist in regards to construction projects on the base, was a reassurance that he wouldn't return to the enemy's side. It was a bitter pill for them to swallow, to think that he had abandoned them.

"I'm an idiot," Will groaned, covering his eyes. His eyes had spotted the concealed form of Blackout, sunbathing out on the tarmac, a sudden idea popping into his head. Standing, ignoring the piles of paperwork, he strode outside the office and towards the Con. "Why didn't I think to ask Blackout, or Barricade? Perhaps they know something we don't, something about the Decepticons," he thought. He knew that Blackout was aware of his approach, despite the fact he didn't twitch or make any motion, and for a long moment he admired the sleek curves and cut edges of his alt. "I wanna ask you some things,"

"Ah fig'red as much," his voice sounded from his cockpit, easily heard since his doors were open. It was a weird quirk of the Blackhawk; he always had to have his doors open while sunbathing. Will huffed and wiped at the sweat beading on his forehead, hesitating a bit. His eyes wandered over the tarmac to see the other Bots were outside as well, mostly sunbathing, although Sideswipe was holding a mock race with the Younglings and wrecking twins. "Maj'r?"

"Sorry, I just," he paused again, then stepped forward and leaned against his side, ignoring the slightly too warm metal against his back. For a moment, both of them were silent, then he felt the metal cool slightly against him, offering him a slight relief from the warm day. It was a little gesture the Autobots would automatically do, and he found Blackout could also quite understand and be compassionate about as well. "I'm surprised to say this, but I miss Bonecrusher," he sighed. The Con remained silent for a long moment, before a low trill and click combo. His lips twitched slightly, "I know you guys aren't into PDA, and God knows I ain't either, but it feels like he abandoned us," He didn't mean for it to sound so, pathetic, and sorely wished he could take it back. "I mean, God, I don't know what I mean," he muttered, scrubbing one hand in his hair.

"S'a'righ' Major, an' 'e didn' aband'n us," he heard slight pings and clicks from behind him, and knew Blackout had resettled himself.

"How do you know though? Did he tell you anything before he left?" his bitterness wasn't withheld, since this wasn't the first time he'd spilled some of his worries out to one of the Cybertronians.

"Not tell meh nut'in' Maj'r," he reassured, then hesitantly added, "Leas' not voc'lly,"

"What do you mean?"

"Ah gots mah suspi'ions ta whom dey was," he could hear the unsettled tones, and understood how reluctant the Blackhawk was feeling. He didn't want to reveal suspicions and theories, he wanted facts, and proof.

"Go ahead, I don't know him nearly as well as I should," it was a bitter pill to swallow, to admit to not knowing as much about his friend as he thought he should have.

"Crushah's not da type ta talk 'bout 'is past," the reassurance was soft, soothing, and in that moment, Will realized why the Younglings preferred Blackout be the one to tell them stories. He might be a vicious Decepticon, and he'd shown how fearsome he could be on the battle-field, but when he wanted to, he could easily revert to mothering mode. That understanding and compassionate tone of his reminded him of his own mom; for a brief moment, he knew that Blackout would be a wonderful parent given the chance. "Me thinkin' those Cons were 'is Bro'hers,"

"Brothers?" Will repeated, blinking, "No wonder he avoided everyone getting in a fight, but why not mention anything?" The long period of silence made him fidget nervously.

"Dey ain't da, most stable, of Cons," Blackout admitted carefully, "Ah know leas' two o' dem would react first, ask lat'r, if ya get mah meanin' Maj'r,"

"I see, but why didn't he talk to them, and contact us afterwards?"

"Cuz only Crushah trusts us, an' u'less dey form dey'r gestalt, da o'hers prob'bly won' believe 'im. O' course, if dey form da gestalt, dey won' be hidden no more,"

"You've mentioned that word before, a gestalt,"

"Combina' units," he could hear the smirk, "Crushah an' 'is Bro'hers c'n combine dey'r frames ta form a strongah warrior,"

"Shit," Will rubbed his eyes, just thinking about that, got his heart racing. Bonecrusher was a damn good fighter, add five more fighters' skills, it was a wonder the Bots were still alive.

"Lucky fer da Bots, Devastatah ain't too bright, 'e relies on only da thoughts da Mechs agree on, makin' 'im a bit slow," Blackout seemed to read his thoughts, but he didn't hide his amusement.

"And you're thinking that these five were his, brother units?" the Con snickered at his hesitant wordplay.

"P'ssibly,"

"And you didn't bother to tell anyone?"

"Nah,"

"Why?"

"Cuz Crushah'd be ova 'is 'elm righ' 'bou' now, 'e dun need us bargin' in an' ruinin' 'is chances. 'Specially since 'e ain't called fer no backup,"

"So I shouldn't worry?"

"Ain't sayin' dat," the amusement vanished, replaced with discontent, "Ain't sayin' dat, an' dun say nut'in' ta da Sparklin' eithah, ain't gonna give 'er d'ceitful 'ope,"

"Are they really that bad?"

"Ah dunno, Maj'r, Ah dunno," For a long moment, they remained in companionable silence, until the Blackhawk changed the topic to a less depressing, and more confusing, topic. "Ya usin' dat ab'nd'ned 'angar down near da south'rn side o' base?"

- Until All Are One-

Elsewhere: Hidden Location

He shifted, unshuttering his optics for a brief moment, before leaning back against the wall of the crudely made cell. His rough plan hadn't necessarily gone down as he'd hoped, since his Brothers hadn't really believed the drivel he'd told them. Once he'd blocked their bio-sigs from the Autobots and humans, and followed them to a hidden hideaway, he'd been knocked into stasis and locked up in this cell. None of them tortured him, not yet, but they had attempted to question him. At first he'd followed with his false story, but that was quickly disbelieved. When he admitted to certain truths, then they became intrigued, but still kept him locked up and out of the way.

The Decepticons were looking for something, they had admitted to him, an Energon source that had been hidden on this planet in the Age of the Harvesting. That age had been long before the Golden Age, when the ancient ones had left Cybertron and sought Energon in different parts of the universe. He hadn't been aware that they had reached this planet and beyond, and wondered why they had left a source here. The only reason he could think of was that they had merely planted some Energon, and now millennia later, they had grown and multiplied enough for harvesting. The Ages before the Golden Age were largely unknown, except to a select few high castes, which made his bare knowledge pretty much standard amongst the lower and, the little there were, middle class.

Relaxing his systems, he noted that Scavenger was shyly watching him again, his soft ruby optics full of hidden curiosity. All of them had shown signs of interest at his abbreviated story of the events of the past year and a half, but Scavenger was the most curious of them all. He didn't particularly blame him, he was the youngest of them, and most prone to mistakes in the optics of everyone. Despite his attempts to act like a seasoned Decepticon warrior, Bonecrusher knew that he would fit in much easier with the Autobots. He was certain that the only reason he remained with them, was in fact because they were Brothers. Despite their differences and dislike of using their gestalt form, they made a highly efficient team when they all focused on their combined goals and plans, and despite that, none of them would willingly allow one of their own to be 'misplaced' on a permanent basis. They were a feared and aggressive Decepticon team, one of the few teams that were a permanent one, and it was known even amongst the Autobots not to aggravate them.

=Tell me again,= the eager Sparkling-like tones reminded him of the Younglings back at base, and he briefly toyed with the thought of prodding his Link, before ignoring the longing.

=Which story?=

=All of them?=

=You are going to have to be more specific,= Soft ruby optics flickered indecisively for a moment, then focused with sharp clarity. Bonecrusher braced himself for an out of character request, recognizing when Scavenger was dropping his playful Sparkling act.

=The Little Voice, is she really the sister of Prime?=

=Yes,= A long moment of silence, as the excavator contemplated.

=I believe you,= His Spark fluttered softly at the admission, his optics locking with his Brother's. =The others do as well, but we have our orders, and not just from the Fallen,= Bonecrusher's vents stuttered, his optics flickering.

=What do you mean?= His Spark-pulse raced, at the solemn look on the younger Constructicon.

=Didn't you know? The Seekers are mobilizing, rumors are circulating,= a small smirk twitched on his faceplates, his optics glowing, =The time is coming, Bonecrusher, are you ready to stand for what you believe in?= Slowly, so slowly, Bonecrusher smirked back, his optics darkening. The fact that he'd said those very words to a much younger Scavenger back on Cybertron, words issued to him by their lead Brother, only reminded him of how far they'd come.

=Scrapper's a genius,= the hidden figure stepped out, partially into view, a smirk on his faceplates.

=Of course I am,=

-Until All Are One-

It was towards the end of May that the teens managed to visit base again. When they had stepped off the cargo ship, Bumblebee and Barricade immediately transformed to stretch out their frames. The Younglings immediately swarmed around them, greeting them in both English and Cybertronian, dazzling the two organic Femmes. While Lift was cuddling Sage, and consequently out of Nightshade's reach, she glanced over to see the intense focus one Blackhawk had on her Guardian. Grinning to herself, she mischievously neglected to warn him of the incoming danger. Since the only ones currently at the meeting ground were the Bots and the First Team, Blackout didn't hesitate in his mission.

Barricade turned to Ironhide, intent on sending him the complied recordings of a type of training he and Sage had developed, when his Spark detected the intense focus of his Bonded. His helm jerked around in time for him to let out a surprised screech when he was suddenly tackled, and sent rolling across the tarmac and pavement. The First Team froze, watching in disbelief, at the sudden attack, while the Bots hesitated for several moments. Clicking, growling, and the unmistakable sound of shredding metal, as the two wrestled, neatly avoiding anything that was in their way, but leaving some minor damage to the pavement itself.

"It's alright, they're, um," Sage tried to comfort them all, except even she flinched at the startled screech that was torn out of the Hunter's vocals thanks to Blackout's eager attentions. They could only watch as Blackout thoroughly, and scarily, pinned the Hunter to the ground, a low deep growling vibrating the pavement, until it changed to a soothing purr. Barricade kept flexing his claws, parts of his pedes, but was thoroughly pinned on his back by the larger Mech; but when the purr started, he immediately slumped and submitted, a soft warbling series of croons and chirps escaping him. The Bots instantly stepped back, turning politely away, and began ushering the Younglings away. Ironhide attempted to usher the soldiers away, and was adamantly refusing to answer their alarmed questions. Moments later, Blackout stood and started dragging Barricade away, down to, Will mused, the abandoned hangar he had discussed several times with the Con. Hesitating for a moment longer, spotting the dazed unfocused look on Barricade's face, he started helping Ironhide shift his soldiers' focus on other things. He had a feeling that the purr indicated some private time was about to occur between the two Cons, and he wasn't sure he wanted to witness it.

When they left a week later, Barricade and Blackout had only been seen once, and that was only because Barricade had attempted to escape his deranged Bonded, causing the Blackhawk to once again drag him back into their hangar. The soldiers, techs, and other personnel got firm warnings and evil looks from the helicopter transformer, to not go near the hangar. Considering his strange mood, and sudden overprotectiveness of it, Will wisely didn't argue, just watched worriedly at his strange behavior. Over the next couple of months, all of them noticed that Blackout kept hovering around the hangar, bringing in scrap and sorting it, storing what he liked inside and tossing the unsavory bits. The entire time, none of the Bots could explain what he was doing, and he was exceptionally silent about it as well, his moods flickering from crooning to a freaked out soldier, to throwing one of his, apparently detachable, rotor blades, at an irritating Sideswipe. Will just hoped this new craziness faded, and the normal craziness returned soon.

- Until All Are One-

Shorter chapters = faster updates… ;p.. Hope ya'll like this better… This was pretty much just the prologue, since Crusher had to go missing before the 2nd movie starts, so next chappie is when everything REALLY starts. More plots happening, movements within the Decepticon hierarchy, the Fallen is confirmed, and what is going on with the Seekers? Did HardGlide actually follow through on his agreement, did Dropkick? What is going on with Blackout? Ya gonna haveta read to find out! ^^

-Until All Are One-

Chapter Terms:

Vessel: a title of reverence to an as yet unknown sect of Cybertronians, since I won't be revealing their identities yet.

Call: the Allspark's Calling Protocols, which were activated by Sage, Bumblebee, and Barricade when Sam shoved the Cube into Megatron's Spark. The Call is a signal that resonates in every Bot/Con's Spark, even if most of them don't recognize or realize it.

Beloved Spark: a confirmed Bondmate/Sparkmate.

Mother: a reference to the Cube, as she is the 'mother' of the descendants of many of the Cybertronian race. There are very few Cybertronians who can trace their lineages back to the original Cybertronians, before the Cube and their 'civilized' Ages.

Little Voice: a young Voice-in-training, this is a reverent title for Sage, since she is currently the only known living Voice left. She still retains a connection to the energies previously contained by the Cube, and is able to activate certain Protocols when needed.

Femmeling: a young Femme, used as an affectionate or scolding title, depending on the context.

- Until All Are One-

Since I wanted to get this up as soon as possible, I'll do mah normal Review Replies from the last chapter of The Past Always Returns, and this chappie, on da second chapter of The Fallen's Mistake…. ^^…

Much Love, Iridian…