Authors Note!: Hello, readers! This is the sequel to NEST's Kitty. Thank you to all who voted on my poll. The results are...

Bumblebee- 1

Sunstreaker- 3

Sideswipe- 0

Thank you and enjoy!

Starsong POV

I wander the massive bace that I have been staying at for about a year or so. It's been months since I have been turned into a Cybertronian by the Decepticons, but my life has never been better since I was robbed of my mutated body that Sector Seven gave me. I am still a youngling- a teenager- in the Autobot's eyes, but I have a family for the first time.

I have been adopted by Ironhide and Chromia, the two toughest Autobots with the sweetest sparks. Ratchet and Optimus have become uncles of sorts. Ratchet is teaching me the art of the wrench-throw, and I love chucking them at the newest arivals, the obnoxious twins Skids and Mudflap. They follow me around and torment me to no end, because I am the femme closest to their age. I've shot them in the aft's with my personalized cannons that someone had attached to me at the Decepticon headquarters, but they just don't take a hint. Cannons aren't my best skill, much to Dad's dismay, but I am training to be a front liner. I haven't been in many battles, but I'm good.

My human friends Sam and Michaela try to stay in touch, but my only real human friends that have permanent residence in Diego Garcia are the Epps family and the Lennox family. I must stay in my human holoform to interact with young Annabelle Lennox, but that is better than nothing. I miss Micky, my best friend, but i am to become her guardian as soon as Sam goes off to collage with Bumblebee.

A group of new recruits approach, and I pause to let them pass without risk that I will step on them. Then it hit me. The smell of fresh paint, ego, and trouble. Yep. Sunstreaker was close by. The bace was shocked when we began to spend more and more time together, even though we were sworn enemies when I was organic. He's what humans call my best guy friend. But this wasn't a purely social approach.

I look up and smile at my handiwork. Black party streamers, twisted into what humans call dreadlocks, swished and smacked Sunny in the face as he stormed into the hallway. He pauses his storming about when he spots me. His glares his death glare at me, but I can see the underlying humor. Gears twist and arm plating moves aside as twin melee swords shoot out. His feet were two wheels, and he shot at me in a roller skating fashion. I waved, turned about face and ran as if my life depended on it. In a way, it did.

I approached the crowd of humans that completely blocked the hallway, leaving me no choice. I sped up and jumped, my hand connecting with the floor beneath me and in front of them, and launched myself into the air once more. My feet clanged and twisted as a focused on my newest transforming part, one I hadn't even told Sunny about. The alloy plating slid back, a delicate but tough tire descended from both feet and I righted myself in the air and hit the floor, off line a plasma blast from my cannon.

I twisted my body around so that I was skating backwards, and I gazed at the astonished faces of the recruits and Sunny. I should have been paying attention to where I was going.

Crash! I shook my head to clear the fuzziness in my processor. A screech of tires alerted me to someone approaching me. I looked at the Autobot I had smashed into. Dread filled me as I clambered to my feet, the mech I had smashed into grasping my arm to steady me. Dread filled me as Sunny grabbed my other arm.

"Prime." I said, in a low tone. I bowed my ebony helm, which sported two pointed horns much like his own. "So sorry. Please, I beg your pardon." Optimus Prime looked at me with that sorrowful look.

"Starsong." he said after sighing. I cringed as I awaited my punishment. Sunny looked horrified. What gruesome task would I be assigned? Cleaning the brig? Scrubbing Ratchet's tools spotless? Or would I, Primus forbid, get banned from the shooting range?

"You know I hate it when you call me that." I looked up, not believing me ears. I was off the hook? I guess I was! Optimus gave Sunny a strange look, and I looked at him as well. He still had the dreadlocks. Optimus placed a hand over his mouth as his shoulders shook. As soon as it began, it stopped, and Sunny glared at me.

"This better not ruin my paint." he growled. I smiled sweetly.

"The tape is painters tape. It's a special kind that doesn't harm paint." I said, and used my optics to snap a photo of dreadlock-Sunny. He growled, and I waggled my fingers at him, turned, and took off on my wheels, Sunny hot on my aft. That is, until a red siren blared to life.

"All Autobots report to Hanger A to board the airplane. This is a Code D." The intercom blared. I glanced at Sunny, and we shot off toward the designated hanger. When we arrived, the other Autobots were there. Ironhide and Chromia, Dad and Mom, glanced at me. I walked over to join the group that was going to board the plane, but Mom and Dad dove in front of me.

"No." Dad said. "You're not going."

"What?" I gasped. "But... but... I've been training so hard, I can fight, I can hold my own! Please!"

"No." This time, it was my mother. I glared at them. Sunny came over to my side, and thank Primus! He will defend me.

"Your parents are right." he said. What?

I whirled to him, pointing an accusing finger at him. He looks shocked at my reaction. "You're supposed to be on my side!" I accused. Sunny sighed and boarded the plane along with my parents and every other Autobot that was housed at the bace. I watched as my family left to risk their lives to fight for the humans, while I was to be the only 'bot left behind.

The door of the plane began to close as I ran, diving into the plane at last minute. I will not be left behind.

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The plane had been unloaded for a while, but I remained in my alt. form of a black and light blue Volkswagen Beetle. Sensing my chance, I drove myself out of the plane, hoping to sneak by without drawing attention to myself. I was going to sneak away and join Sunny and Sides.

I wasn't going to be that lucky.

Dad was being unloaded from the plane, Epps and Will at his side. He transformed, and sniffed loudly, saying something along the line of "He's here, I smell him." But them he sniffed again. Crap in a hat! I forgot how good he could smell. His look darkened as he looked straight at my hiding spot.

"Starsong." He growled. I was discovered! My engine gunned and I shot away, radar on overdrive as I searched for the signal I was looking for. I swerved through the deserted streets, and transformed. My hand retracted, and twin Energon swords took their place. This was the real thing. Training was over. Time to show the Decepticon's that you don't. Mess. With. The. Cat.

A gunning engine had me whirling. An Audi V8 was going full speed straight towards me, with Mom, Arcee, and Flare Up behind it and Sunny and Sides on either side. My feet involuntarily transformed, and I took off. Not away from the speeding Audi, but straight at it. Sides had jammed his own sword into the front, but glimpsed me barreling at the group, dislodged it. I sped up, aiming my sword towards the gash Sideswipe had already tore, and rammed into the Decepti-creep with all of my might.

The gash enlarged, and I braked. The car was unable to do so, and my swords cut through it like a knife through butter. The two halves of the car lay at my feet, sparking. I noticed that there was, in fact, a Decepticon insignia on the side. Sunstreaker strode over to me, and I swore I could see steam coming out of his ears.

"What are you doing here!" He screamed in my face. "We told you to stay behind, you useless femme! We could have killed Sideways ourselves, and you just got in the way. Face it, femme. You're not meant for fighting." The last part was snarled. I stood there, looking at my friend. The one mech that believed in me, told me I could be what ever I wanted to be, the one that was there when I needed him, it was all a lie.

I nodded, Energon tears welling in my eyes. The triplets and Sides had crowded around, and had heard Sunny yelling at me. I straightened, a brave look on my face.

"Fine. I can see now that we were never truly friends, Sunstreaker." I spat, then walked away, Mom and the femmes flanking me. Sides stayed with his twin, but I heard him smack his twin, who had been trying to follow me. Mom placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. I glanced over at her, surprised.

"You're not mad?" I asked, but it came out in a whimper. Arcee and Flare Up gave me a sorrowful look.

"Oh, I'm mad all right." Mom said. "But you helped, and you've been punished enough without my help." I nodded, and we transformed and speed away to meet up with the rest of the Autobot's and NEST humans.

When we arrived, the massive Decepticon was already dying. Optimus was questioning him, and I walked towards his side.

"The Fallen will rise again..." he rasped out. Energon was pouring out of his mouth, and his optics fell on me. "And he has big plans for the femme." That's it. No Decepticon threatens me, uses me, or even survives me. Not even this Fallen freak. My forearm plates move aside to make room for my cannon, and it flared to life as the plasma blast barrels at the Decepticon, hitting him dead between the eyes. He was dead before he hit the ground. I was panting, standing over the body.

Then it hit.

A screech hit my brain in waves, at a decibel that would have shattered a human's ear drums. I screamed, this sound was killing my processor! Make it stop, I begged. And as soon as it started, it stopped. Sunstreaker grasped my arm and helped me up, but I didn't want his help. I shoved him away and told Ratchet that I was fine, that I just needed some space. I turned to Optimus.

"I request to leave for Michaela's house as soon as possible." I requested. Optimus nodded, and Sunstreaker looked both shocked and hurt by my request. Good. Flanked by the femmes and Dad, I walked back onto the plane and transformed, sitting in a corner. Dad walked over, and transformed into his Topkick form next to me.

"What happened, Stary?" Dad said, using his pet name for me. I had expected him of all the mechs to be mad at her, but he had just seemed worried. "Chromia told me you took you both Decepticons. You should be happy. But you're not, and you had that attack. What happened, Star?"

I sighed. It was possibly the last thing I wanted to tell my dad, but it was either tell him or risk Mom telling him.

"Sunstreaker yelled at me and called me a useless femme that wasn't meant for fighting, right after I killed that Con they were after. The processor ache just came after I killed that other Con." I whimpered and transformed. Dad transformed and grasped me in a hug. "Don't kill Sunny, please. You can use him for target practice, along with Ratchet and Mom."

I withdrew myself from Dad's grasp as Optimus entered. He nodded, and I walked to the exit point. An Autobot sized parachute was handed to me, and I turned to glimpse once more at my family. Mom, Dad, Optimus, Ratchet, and the femmes looked on in pride, but Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were at the edge of the crowd, watching me with sorrowful optics.

I jumped.

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Sunstreaker POV

I banged my helm on the hanger walls. Starsong had left for her new guardian appointment sooner than anyone had expected. And what killed me was that it was all my fault. She just didn't realize how much she meant to me. I would show her that she meant more to me than any mere friendship could ever offer. I could only hope she felt the same way.

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