Chapter One

AN: So, this was inspired when my brothers and I were having a hoot on a Saturday. Much laughter ensued. And would you believe it, but my brother who's four is the Wrecker? He's extremely tall for his age, and well built; like football player built. And maybe a little chubby. But, anyway, they're all helping me write this, even the four year old who constantly repeats "Bulkhead, I needed that!". It's very funny, actually.

Also, about the colours; the Triple Changer, one of my brothers chose. He's not gay, just loves Arcee way too much.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, and quite glad that I don't.

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The sun was setting as a Seeker looked out across the landscape, trying to figure out what needed to be done. The Seeker had no marks on it's plates and armour, indicating that it belonged to neither Autobots or Decepticons. No, the Seeker staring at the land was a Neutral.

In fact, there were four Neutrals at that location. The Seeker, a femme who was the 'leader' of their little band or group. There was a dark blue, dark purple and baby pink Triple Changer mech, a brick red Wrecker, who was still, in fact, a youngling, and lastly, a black Scout with orange highlights on his helm, and he too was a youngling.

But currently, the Scout and Triple Changer were searching for energon, something they needed to survive. And unfortunately, the Neutrals had to compete with Decepticons and Autobots alike. The Seeker rubbed her templar plates and tried to make the best of the situation they were in. The four Neutrals had crashed on Earth a while ago, and had to adapt to the already existing life on the planet. They had to blend in better than giant robots if they wanted to get anywhere.

The Wrecker was back at their crashed ship, Neutralis, watching out for the two retrieving energon. The Seeker stood, stretched and casually walked back to their ship. She was grateful that none of them had received injuries that their self repair systems couldn't fix in time.

Steelband, the youngling Wrecker, was surprised that the Seeker, Darkwing, had returned before the other two. "You're back already?" the Wrecker asked.

Darkwing nodded. "Why; aren't the others back with energon yet? Blackline knows that our Scout is still a youngling, although he's quickly growing out of it." She slammed a panel of the ship in frustration as a deep worry crossed her.

If they were taking longer than normal, a fight was probably happening. Darkwing vented slowly. "Steelband, stay here on Neutralis, I'm going to get them out of trouble, it seems; even if they haven't comm linked us yet."

:Blackline, Sideflare, come in: The Seeker said over her comm link. At first, there was static, but then a voice broke through.

:Blackline to Darkwing; we were just about finished, but Decepticons showed up. We can hold them for a little longer, then return: the voice was replaced with static.

Darkwing looked even more worried. :Keep your ground, Blackline. I'm coming to provide support: She cut the comm link and transformed into a smaller version of a Mig 25 FoxBat. She flew out of the ship and towards Blackline and Sideflare.

They weren't that hard to find; two big dark coloured robots fighting a fair amount of purple ones. There were also three other Decepticons that stood out from their seemingly disposable Vehicons. When Darkwing transformed and dropped down, she immediately recognized them from previous encounters. While holding off Vehicons, Blackline was fighting Airachnid, and Sideflare was fighting Breakdown.

Darkwing narrowed her optics as Starscream stood above the others, giving out orders. Also, where was Knock Out, their obnoxious and egotistical medic? Perhaps he wasn't there; that made it easier for the femme Seeker.

Courage coursed in her energon as she approached Starscream. He didn't know of the Neutrals, until now, thankfully, so he got a good surprise when she appeared before him, prepared to fight. "Ah, Starscream. Too scared to get your claws dirty and do a little fighting?"

The Decepticon SIC was surprised for a moment, before recovering. "A femme Seeker?"

"Take a good, long look, Starscream, for you might never see me again. The other two mechs and I wish to leave without any more of a fight. We are not Autobots, but Neutrals that have crashed on this planet." Darkwing stepped closer, so she could get a better look at him.

However, Starscream backed up slightly; he was unsure. Femmes on Cybertron were rare enough, but a femme Seeker? There was only a few heard of. And a Neutral at that? "How do I know you aren't with the Autobots?"

"Do you see any symbols marring my armour, or that of my comrades? I understand that the Decepticons have mass numbers in need of energon, but we have only four." Darkwing held some air in her vents, waiting to see what would happen. She knew, from her own personal experience, that Seekers were by nature, sometimes unpredictable and spontaneous.

She let out the air in her vents when Starscream turned around and stayed that way for a few minutes. Darkwing immediately knew that he was seeing if she would attack. But, as a Neutral, they only fight when needed, and that is against either the Decepticons or Autobots, though the latter were far more friendly.

When she didn't attack, the Decepticon SIC figured she was true to her word that she and the others were Neutrals. "You said four, yet I only see three," he said, turning around. "Where's your fourth?"

"He is but a youngling, so he remains at our crashed ship. Now, will you kindly call off Breakdown and Airachnid from my comrades?"

"How is it you know-"

Darkwing grinned, "Your names and such? As a Neutral, I try to make sure I know who I'm dealing with so I can assess the situation the best way possible. I fight for neither side, so I can fight both if need be."

Starscream scowled, the femme Seeker would have made a good Decepticon. "Very well, I shall call them off, for now."

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AN: Yay! Just finished this before school! Please review? It makes me happier, and quite frankly, I need some happiness right about now.