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Authoress: Yes I finally get to do this re-write for the first instalment of the Journey Chronicles and, more specifically, for the story The Journey of a Strange Femme! I have been so excited to start on this and now I finally get to get it started! Oh there are going to be many twists and surprises...*realizes that, since this is a new story, that she is alone*...Oh yeah. *walks off*

AN: The second part of this prologue (which is indicated by the ten stellar cycles later mark) happens when the Autobots are making their final drive to boot the Decepticons off of Cybertron. We will stay in this timing for at least one more chapter if not two...though probably only one. How about I just let you all know when we change timing. That is so much easier. XD Enjoy this story!

Prologue

Megatron's 1st P.O.V.

I sighed as I looked out across the shadowed city that my Decepticons called home. This war had been going on for so long that I had lost track of when it had started. So much energon spilled and I knew that it was only going to get worse. The Autobots were always pressing at our forces and I felt that, in ten more stellar cycle, our borders would be overrun by the council and their followers and we would be forced to leave our home.

But, there was also a small glimmer of hope that I had heard of from two of my most loyal supporters, a gray and green helicopter femme called Malice and a black seeker mech called Pandemonium. I met them during the beginning of the war in a small camp just outside of Tarn and I had been trying to find out just how this platoon was working so efficiently. For some reason, the platoon made more headway in the fighting than many that had double the size of troops had.

So, I had visited and found that the success was not due to anybot actually fighting in the army. But, instead, it came from Malice and Pandemonium. The couple had followed this platoon for quite some time and always helped where they could. Malice would make specialty homemade meals and Pandemonium helped train the newer troops that would come in. Before that solar cycle, I had no idea that they were this big of a help.

Anyways, back to my thoughts, I had heard of some hope from those two. While they had been bonded for quite some time, they had never been able to become sparked. That was, however, until Malice started to not feel well and she went to see one of our medics, a brown and dark green car mech called Razor, and found out that she was sparked. Just the news that she was sparked spread around our troops like wildfire. That had been almost one hundred and fifty solar cycles ago. Now, the sparkling, who we knew was a femme, would be coming any solar cycle now and all of our troops were in a buzz over it.

"All of this excitement about the sparkling sure has the troops more active."

I turned to see Starscream walk up next to me. Nodding in response, I said, "Yes, and I hope that this sparkling will help us end this war between us and the Autobots. A sign of new life, under our freedom, is just the push that our troops need to surge ahead of the Autobots. But, I can't seem to stay patient. I just wish that the sparkling would come so our troops can feel even more motivated."

A chuckle came from Starscream. "The femme's already a celebrity and she hasn't even been born yet. Once she is born, there will be little pictures of her floating around the troops that I guarantee."

In return, I nodded. I had no doubt that what Starscream said was accurate. A sparkling, and one born from two bots and not from the Well, was a big deal and since it was to be born to bots on our side of the war, it would give us the edge to eventually win this war.

A call coming in on my comm. link had me curious. "This is Megatron. Go ahead and speak." I answered it. Starscream was looking at me curiously but I held off on saying anything until I could get an answer from the caller.

"Megatron? This is Pandemonium." I felt hope as Pandemonium's voice came in from the other side of the communicator. "Malice is in labor at the hospital right now."

That was the last word that I needed to hear. "Starscream and I are on our way now." I then closed the communicator and turned to my second in command. "Starscream, that was Pandemonium. Malice has gone into labor."

That was all that I needed to say as the two of us transformed and flew into the air. The flight to the hospital that Malice was at would only take five minutes but I didn't want to waste a single nano-click. Finally, after all those solar cycles of waiting, the little femme that we had all been waiting for was coming into the world. I wouldn't send a message to my troops until we were sure that the little femme was alright. I was also curious about what the little femme would look like. Lockdown had been able to procure a base protoform for Malice and Pandemonium for this event. Even obscure Decepticons like Lockdown were excited for this new femme to come into our world.

In no time at all, we had arrived at the med center so Starscream and I transformed before making our way down the halls of the med center. It took us a few more clicks to arrive in the delivery room waiting area and, much to my dismay, there was no one there. That meant that Malice was probably still in labor and that meant that we were going to have to wait. But, this wait would be worth it.

Cycles went by without a word from anybot and I was starting to get impatient. I wanted to see the little femme but, if something was wrong, I wished someone would tell us. Were deliveries usually this long? I couldn't even remember the last time that there had been a Cybertronian to come from two creators instead of the Well. Maybe this was the normal?

The sound of a door opening caused Starscream and I to glance up and I soon saw the black seeker mech that was called Pandemonium standing there. He had a large smile on his face and I was sure that meant that the delivery went alright. "Megatron, Starscream; follow me please." The both of us nodded and followed the black seeker mech down the halls until we got to one near the end. Once inside, I saw that Malice, a gray helicopter femme, was laying her back against the delivery berth with something black held in her arms. "Go ahead sirs. We wanted you to see her next." Pandemonium whispered to Starscream and I.

I didn't like being called Lord at all. I had some soldiers try to call me that from time to time and I would immediately correct them. I was not Lord over anything. We were to work together to try and take down the tyranny that was the council…no matter what. Also, I realized that Starscream and I had stopped moving so we both started to move toward Malice and, once we were by her, I felt myself smile I happiness and surprise when I saw the bundle in her arms.

The little femme laying there was colored mainly black, like her sire, but she also had lime green stripes 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.

Yes, to my greatest shock, the little femme that was to give hope to our troops was a triple changer…and a clone of Blitzwing now that I looked at her. They were rare enough even coming from the Well…but to actually be born of a carrier and a sire, that was a miracle in itself. This would be what we would need to win the war.

"Would you like to hold her Megatron?"

I jumped as Malice suddenly spoke to me and I could only stare at her in shock for a click before slowly nodding. "It…would be an honor." I finally got out before I held my hands toward Malice, who was holding the sparkling out to me.

Carefully taking the young femme into my servos, I moved her so she was resting in my arms securely and I was surprised to see that the little femme seemed asleep, a peaceful look on her light gray faceplate. From what I had read on the subject, new sparklings usually cried when they were born. Even the ones that came from the Well were known to cry for hours. But, this little femme was in what looked like a peaceful recharge.

"What's her name?" Starscream asked them as he stood next to me and looked at the sparkling.

Malice let out a small laugh. "It's Pandimala. We thought about calling her Malwing before she was born but, when she came out with both of our colors, we decided to go with our second choice."

I nodded and went to say more when, to my surprise, the little femme in my arms moved slightly before she onlined her optics and two shining lime green orbs stared up at me. Perplexed was all I could feel as I stared at her optics. Never before now had I seen another Cybertronian with lime green optics like this. "Malice…her optics. Do one of your ancestors have green optics?"

Pandemonium shook his helm at my question. "No Megatron. It was just as much a surprise to us as it is to you when she first opened them and they were green. As far back as I know, both of our ancestors were red optic bots."

While her green optics were curious, I softly smiled when Pandimala reached her small servo towards my index digit and gently grabbed it. She seemed to be staring at it in wonder and, after a click, she smiled widely and started to giggle. She was one happy sparkling. Watching her play with my finger caused me to realize that my hope in her encouraging our troops was going to happen in an even greater way then I expected.

Ten Stellar Cycles Later

Pandimala's 1st P.O.V.

I giggled to myself as I played with the stacking blocks that Mr. Starscream gave me. They were lots of fun and I always tried to build them up higher and higher. I still remembered when Mr. Starscream gave them to me for my sparkday last stellar cycle. I was so excited to get them that I had almost forgotten to open my other presents from everybot else. Sire and Carrier reminded me though and, while I loved Mr. Starscream's gift, I did like the other gifts too.

Everybot was always so nice to me. Even when I fell down to the lower levels that one time. Carrier was really worried about me but a nice bot down there played with me until Carrier came down and found me. Carrier and Sire sometimes took me down there to see them if they had to go and help Mr. Megatron and his Autobot troops.

But, that wasn't this solar cycle. No, Mr. Megatron and Mr. Starscream were here today and I was hoping that it was something good. My sparkday was tomorrow and I bet we were going to have lots of fun. We always did. I remember at my last spark day that Mr. Starscream had sneaked me out of the house and took me flying! Well, I was in his cockpit but still we had fun. Of course, Carrier wasn't so happy when we got back. She yelled at Mr. Starscream a lot.

Since tomorrow was the sparkday when I would officially become a youngling, maybe we could all go flying? I bet it was so much fun being in the air and letting the wind hit your wings. Mr. Starscream and Mr. Blitzwing always talked about how exciting it was to fly. Mr. Blitzwing wasn't on Cybertron right now though. Carrier said something about him being on Gigan…Gigiganto…the giant planet.

The sound of a door opening caused me to glance up and I smiled when I saw Mr. Starscream and Mr. Megatron walk out. But, my smile fell slightly when I saw that they looked sad. Why were they sad? I didn't like to see them sad. It hurt to see them so unhappy and I didn't like to see them unhappy.

Carrier and Sire soon followed them out and everyone gave hugs. They must have to leave to help the Autobots fight the Decepticons. Since I didn't want to be left out, I stood up and walked over to them before giving Mr. Starscream a hug around his legs, which we returned with a hug, before I ran up to Mr. Megatron and gave him a big hug around his legs.

But, when I looked up at him, I saw that he looked even more sad. What did I do? I didn't want to make Mr. Megatron sad. I didn't like seeing Mr. Megatron sad. Maybe if I hugged him tighter he would be happier? So, I did just that. What I didn't expect was for Megatron to kneel down and pull me into a hug of his own. Mr. Megatron usually didn't do the big hugs. Maybe a half hug with one arm but never had he done a full hug before. Something had to be wrong.

I didn't have time to ask, though, as Mr. Megatron let go and stood up before he and Mr. Starscream left. Pain filled inside me and I felt like I hadn't been able to help Mr. Megatron and Mr. Starscream. Why couldn't I help them? Was I not strong enough to help them? When I got bigger, I wanted to become a strong Autobot that Mr. Megatron and Mr. Starscream could be proud of. I wanted to be strong enough to help them fight the evil Decepticons. The radio always called the Decepticons evil and Carrier and Sire never talked about the Decepticons, only about the Autobots. They must want me to be a strong Autobot.

"Pandimala," I looked up at my Carrier and saw that she looked sad too. What was going on? "go to your room and pack only the essentials."

Carrier and Sire had told me about fourteen solar cycles ago that, one day, we might have to leave our home and that I was to only bring things that were very important to me that I could fit in my subspace. Something was really wrong if we had to leave our home. Sire and Carrier loved living in our home here and I loved it too.

"Yes Carrier." I responded to my carrier before I hurried up to my room. It was a pretty big room, in my opinion, and I had many gifts spread around that had been given to me by, what Carrier called, my 'fans'…whatever that meant.

But, most of those gifts weren't 'essentials' like Carrier put it. I looked around my room for only the really important things for me. I grabbed an extra cube of energon, the stacking blocks that Mr. Starscream gave me, a blank data pad carrier and sire gave me, and maybe most importantly was Mr. Lunor, my stuffed moon that Mr. Megatron got for me from a distant planet far away from Cybertron. He was a little stuffed sphere that was soft and had a smiley face on. But, even better, was that Mr. Lunor could glow when there wasn't any light around. I slept with him every night and I couldn't imagine not sleeping with him.

Right when I finished packing, I looked around to make sure I didn't miss anything before I moved to my door. But, before I opened it, I heard Carrier's voice from the other side. "I can't believe that this is happening already. Pandimala is going to be so confused about all of this." I was confused but I knew that Carrier and Sire would explain it to me once we were safe from the Decepticons.

"I know Malice. Curse those Autobots to the Pit for this. One solar cycle, we will make them pay for this. I never wanted Pandimala to go through this." My Sire growled softly.

My own spark stopped and I had to cover my mouth as I tried to gasp. Tears slowly fell down my cheekplates as I ran over what my Sire had just said. No. They…they couldn't be! They just couldn't! The Autobots were the good guys…the ones who were fighting for peace. The Decepticons were terrorists who attacked everybot they came across no matter what. Maybe I heard Sire wrong? Mr. Megatron was even in charge of his own group of Autobots and Mr. Starscream was his helper!

I listened carefully as Carrier spoke. "I know Pandemonium. But, we support the great Decepticon leader, Megatron, and Starscream is an excellent second in command. They will be able to help us recover from this blow. But, we must finish packing before the fighting gets to our sector."

Nothing else they said reached my audios as I slowly backed away from the door, my servo over my mouth and silent tears streaking down my faceplate. My Carrier and Sire…they were supporters of the Decepticons! Mr. Megatron was the leader of the Decepticons and Mr. Starscream was his helper! My whole life felt like it was falling down on me and it was so hard to take an intake.

The sound of movement outside my door caused me to panic and I looked around to see that my berth coverings could be tied together to help me down from the window. "Pandimala darling are you almost ready?"

I jumped when my Sire's voice came from the other side of my door. I couldn't let him in here until I was out the window. If he came in before that, I knew that I couldn't escape. "Y…yes Sire. I just have to get a few more things. I'll be down in a click." I answered him hesitantly.

Thankfully, I heard the sound of his pedesteps moving away from my door and I quickly got back to work tying my berth coverings together. Once they were tight, I tied it to the support beam by my window before I threw it outside. Wasting no time, I quickly climbed out and, once my pedes hit the ground, I turned and ran toward the sound of the fighting. That would be where the real Autobots were and they could help me. I knew they could.

Ultra Magnus' 1st P.O.V.

I let out a grunt as I locked swords with a large Decepticon who had tried to ambush my platoon of soldiers. He was a big mech but I would be able to hold him off until the rest of my troops got into position. We were currently implementing our final phase of removing the Decepticons from our home world. Our attack was a five-pronged attack, each led by either a Prime or myself, and of course Hinge of the Guardians had a sector for himself and his five Guardians. They were one in a million troops and they could take of a sector by himself.

After a few clicks of striking at the mech in front of me with the blade that transformed out of my servo, I changed tactics and changed my sword back to my servo and gripped the Magnus Hammer firmly in my grip before I swung out, electricity covering its head, and slammed it against the large tank Decepticon I was fighting. The mech was sent flying through many buildings and I doubted that I would be seeing him again.

I was glad that this attack seemed to be going as well as it was. For the past ten stellar cycles, I had noticed that the Decepticons had become much more emboldened and seemed to have a new surge of energy to fight against us and we were defeated. But, even from the Decepticons that we had captured, we could not discover just what had caused them to suddenly have this new burst of spirit when we had been in a deadlock for millions of stellar cycles.

The sound of a jet engine cut through my thoughts and I looked toward the heart of the city. To my surprise, before I could locate a Decepticon in the air…like I thought I would, I saw something moving toward me on the ground. Even though it looked like the bot was far off, I tightened my grip on the Magnus Hammer. But, as the bot got closer, I realized that the Cybertronian was much closer than I thought…and much smaller too.

After a click, I realized that the little figure that was running toward me with a panicked look on her faceplate was either an older sparkling or a younger youngling. I hadn't heard of the Decepticons being in possession of any sparklings. Plus, this one looked very scared. Something was telling me that she didn't even realize that I was standing here.

The sight of a black Decepticon seeker coming into view suddenly told me why the femme was afraid and I knew what I had to do. Charging up the Magnus hammer, I waited for the seeker to get a little closer to my position before I sent a charge of lightning at the seeker. As the little femme seemed to dive behind a pile of rubble, the black seeker hovered in the air unstably for a few nano-clicks, probably trying to locate the femme, before it turned around and left.

Once the seeker was gone, I wasted no time in closing the distance between myself and the location of where I had last seen the femme. My first worry was that the lightning from the Magnus Hammer had hit her. While I had decent experience with the Magnus Hammer, it could sometimes get out of my control and the lightning sometimes hit where I didn't want it to.

When I got to the spot where the femme had been, I was worried when I didn't see anything at first. I hoped that she wasn't injured. No sparkling or youngling should be out in the middle of this war zone and this femme had just got a front row seat to the violence.

Movement from the corner of my optics caused me to look to my right and I saw slight movement between the rubble from the destroyed buildings around us. I was sure that it was the femme. She would be scared to come out right now and I had to earn her trust. After taking a quick scan of the area to make sure that there weren't any more Decepticons around, I moved down to one knee. This was, I was closer to her height but still not in a defenseless position if a Decepticon did come upon me.

Shrinking the Magnus Hammer and putting it in my subspace, I held out a hand toward the pile of scrap that the femme was hiding behind. "It's safe to come out now little one. The seeker is gone. It is just us two here." I saw slight movement from behind the pile of scrap, like she was going to come out, but, after a few clicks, she hadn't come out yet. "I promise I will not hurt you little one."

However, the femme didn't move again. I had to get her out of danger quickly before the Decepticons got to this position. I was tempted to call Hinge and his Guardians to my location to create a protective barrier around me while I earned the femme's trust. But, before I could activate my comm link, the little femme spoke. "Who…who are you?" She asked me carefully.

I found myself smiling when I heard her voice. It had been so long since I heard the sound of a youngling's voice that it was very nice to hear it. But, I knew that the little femme was waiting for me to answer her question and, with every click I didn't answer her, the more she was probably building up mistrust toward me. "My designation is Ultra Magnus young one, and I am the leader of the Autobots." I then decided to try and take a chance. "May I have your designation young one?"

Silence followed my question and I was worried that I may have moved too quickly. But, I had no choice. Right now, we were in a hot spot of Decepticon activity and, while I saw some escape ships lifting into the air, I didn't take my guard down. Decepticons could have stayed behind and be hiding. I wanted to get this little femme to safety as quickly as I could but I didn't want to scare her. She was probably terrified as it was and me chasing her like the seeker had been would not help me gain her trust.

Movement from behind the pile of rubble had me tense in anticipation. Was the femme finally coming out of hiding? The answer to that soon became clear when, slowly but surely, the little femme peeked her helm out from behind the rubble. Her helm was colored black with two black sensory nodes on top with a lime green stripe around them. Her faceplate was light gray and she looked very hesitant. But, what surprised me the most, of what I could see of the little femme, were the lime green optics that showed hesitant curiosity in them. I had never heard of a bot having lime green optics before. They were quite beautiful on the little femme.

"I…I'm Pandimala…Mr. Ultra Magnus." The little femme hesitantly introduced herself to me. While she did shrink back slightly behind the rubble afterwards, she left her helm out enough so her optics were visible and they were locked on me.

I hoped that I smiled a comforting smile at the little femme before I continued. "You may just call me Mr. Magnus if you like Pandimala…or just Ultra Magnus." I really didn't like the sound of Mr. Ultra and I don't think my processor would allow even this sparkling to call me that.

My systems stilled slightly when the little femme came out and she slowly walked toward me. The first thing that surprised me…though hopefully my faceplate didn't show the surprise, was that this little femme was a triple changer. Triple changers were extremely rare and I was surprised to see one so young here.

Once the black femme with lime green stripes moved to just out of arms reach before she spoke. "Mr. Magnus…" Pandimala started hesitantly. "What…what will happen now?"

I saw fear in the youngling's optics as she looked to me for answers. She was probably scared and I was sure that she was now homeless. I didn't know where her family was but I had a feeling that, since she had escaped from the Decepticons, that they were probably offline. This little femme had probably been through so much in her young life and now she was here, semi-trusting a complete stranger, and looking to me for answers.

At first, I wasn't sure how to respond to the femme. But, right when I was about to tell her that I didn't have any idea what would happen next, the memory of one of my past troops came to me and I knew exactly what to do. "If you would like, Pandimala, then I could allow you to stay with me for this night cycle and, in the morning, I can take you to a friend of mine you runs an Autobot Academy support home. She takes in younglings like yourself and watches them like you were her own. Does that sound nice?"

To my surprise, the little femme seemed to stare at me in shock for a click. What did I say that shocked her so much? Did I suggest the wrong thing? Would she refuse and try to run? Even though the sounds of fighting were almost gone, I really wanted to get this femme out of here as quickly as I could.

Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long for her answer as the little femme ran up to me, tears in her optics, and hugged my leg strut. "Yes yes…thank you so much Mr. Magnus…thank you!"

Being careful and cautious, I gently picked up the crying femme and held her close to me. She seemed to be in shock and the best thing for me to do for her right now was to let her cry to her sparks content. So, as the report that Kaon had finally fallen to us reached my private messages, I walked toward Iacon and my own home. Pandimala would stay with me for the night cycle to rest. That was the least I could do for the little one.

To my continued surprise, the little femme suddenly started to breathe softly and a smile came to my lips when I realized that she was now asleep. While Pandimala was asleep, though, I took the opportunity to take a scan of her systems. While I didn't have any medical scanners, my scans could pick up when the femme's sparkday was, how old she was, and when she had come from the Well.

A click after my scans were complete, I found myself shocked by the information that I found. First off, Pandimala was still technically a sparkling in age…though after all she just went through she was more experienced than most younglings were. Secondly, and by pure luck, the young femme's sparkday was tomorrow and she would officially be a youngling then.

However, it was the next piece of information that caused me to widen my optics and glance down at the recharging sparkling in my arms. Pandimala, she did not come from the Well. According to her scans, Pandimala was the creation of a mech and a femme…a natural spark creation. They were almost unheard of in this solar cycle. The only bot that I knew of currently that was sparked was a femme called Cryal. Her sparkmate had been a medic but was offlined in a raid. The only reason she was still online was because her sparkmate, Dif, had made her promise to him that she would stay online and raise her sparkling when it came.

Before I could get too deep into my thoughts, though, the last of my scan information was ready for me and, as I read it, I looked down at the femme in my arms. Pandimala…not only was she a triple changer and sparked by two bots…but she was the creation of two Decepticons…and two known Decepticons. They were known for their complete support of Megatron and the Decepticon cause. Their designations were Malice and Pandemonium.

I put heavy locks on the information that I had just found and buried it in the furthest reaches of the Autobot database that I could access in my helm. For this femme to be raised in the Autobot fold with a chance to become a great Autobot, then none could know that she was the creation of Decepticons. Since Pandimala had ran away from the Decepticon seeker that had followed her…which could have very likely been her Sire, then I doubted that she would say anything on the subject to anybot. I just had to make sure that none ever got to that file.

Clearing my thoughts of the information I had just discovered, I looked down and smiled as the little femme slept peacefully in my arms. In my spark, I realized that this femme was going to do great things one solar cycle…and I knew that I would be so proud of her when she did. But, until then, I had to get this little femme home so I could get some recharge as well.

Authoress: *Cheers* Yes! I finally get some company here! I missed all of you so much! I missed this story so much! *starts to cry* You all have no idea how much I missed you!

Ultra Magnus: *unsure of what to do* Um...I am glad to see you too Authoress.

Authoress: *glomps Ultra Magnus' pede* I'm so glad you missed me too Ultra Magnus! *cries louder and won't let go*

Young Pandimala: *giggles* You're funny Authoress. *giggles more*

Panidmala and Ultra Magnus: *both smile at how cute Pandimala is at this age*

AN: Here is the long awaited re-write for this story! I am so excited to be writing this for you all and I can promise that many things will start to changing from what you think you know from The Journey of a Strange Femme...and from the entirety of the Journey Chronicle series itself. I technically already made one slightly big change...but I wonder if anyone caught what it was? Anyways, next chapter will have Ultra Magnus taking the then youngling Pandimala to the Autobot Academy support home. I wonder what changes are ahead of us all?...Well, I know but that is probably what all of you are thinking. XD

That's all I really have to say for now though. Please leave a review, even to say hi. Flames will be used to melt the glaciers and I'm sure you all don't want that to happen...so don't send them. ;D Until next time, TTYL! *dies of overload of sparkling Pandimala cuteness*