Chapter One

AN: So, yeah. This all started when me and one of my three brothers got into a huge fight… over the couch while watching Transformers: Dark of the Moon. My whole family are Transfans, even my grandparents. Anyway…

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I wish I did, but sadly, I don't. However, I do own Skybreaker, my OC, and her attitude towards life in general. Cloudfall, Bat and Illusion belong to my three brothers, and each are like them in a sense that I can't handle their afts.

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"Skybreaker, calm down," someone said to me in a commanding tone. I had finally done it, broken some rule or another and now I was going to pay. And by the sound of someone's voice, it was bad. When I get negative emotions, I tend to fire my cannons at anything that moves, unless it's Optimus, of course.

I had fired at Ratchet, and now I was in for it. It didn't matter that Ironhide was my mech creator, I was still in way too deep. "I can't. What happened in China was my fault entirely."

A bright yellow bot, Ratchet, shook his helm. "There wasn't even a problem there, so why would you say it was your fault?"

The one who spoke before looked at me, blue optics focusing on me. "Yeah, there was no problem there. Just a couple of punks that we could handle."

I finally broke. "I knew about the two Decepticons before anyone else had tracked them down. Wheeljack tipped me off so I went to investigate, but I didn't do anything because I knew everyone here would probably glitch if I did. Sideswipe, the one you got caught me and gave me a warning similar to what Optimus got."

A new voice entered. "And you didn't think it was important to tell us that?" It was Dino, probably my least favourite 'bot, besides Skids and Mudflap. Those two were just idiots.

"I thought the Fallen was just an old myth. Not my fault no one told me it wasn't. Anyway, I have to go watch Bat and Illusion." I turned to leave the room, ahem, hanger, I was in. "Primus, please let Cloudfall be occupied with Arcee for once."

I walked away, not in the mood for either sparkling's behaviour. Yes, one of them had Optimus as it's mech creator, but damn, that one annoyed the frag outta me. That was Bat, or Dingbat as I secretly call him. The other was the (very) younger brother of Dino.

Cloudfall was a mystery to me. I was still older than him, yet he obviously was getting to be a mature mech soon. I had no idea who his mech or femme creator(s) were. All I know is that he is fascinated with Arcee, much to Flairup and Chromia's annoyance, seeing that he too transforms into a motorcycle, although it's black and more masculine. I think it's called a Harley.

As for myself, my alt form is a blue truck, smaller but similar to Ironhide's alt form. I have a thing for weapons that make a very nice, loud and visible boom. It's called gigantic cannons that I happen to have. I think I got that from Ironhide, along with how I treat situations. And right about now, I was not impressed what job I had been given.

In the room the two young sparklings were, was also Optimus Prime. That surprised me, as did Sideswipe and Dino appearing behind me. How did they manage to do that? Oh, wait, their alt forms were very fast cars, dur.

"Skybreaker, you no longer have to watch the two young sparklings. Sideswipe will train Bat, and Dino will train Illusion." Optimus Prime spoke, and I filled with happiness. Now that in itself is a rare thing for me. "Instead, I believe you need to train more so you can go on missions."

Oh, I loved today. "Thank you Optimus."

Sideswipe laughed, "Of course, that is after Ratchet deals with you. Or Ironhide."

I growled at him, but nodded. "Fine, but I want to go on the next mission, and no one is making me watch Bat, Illusion or Cloudfall." I turned to leave, and heard at least two of them sigh; most likely Sideswipe and Dino.

Then I heard something I didn't need to hear. "But I liked Skybreaker," Bat said. I just growled and continued walking. I definitely didn't like Bat or Illusion. Cloudfall had become bearable within the last few years.

When I had found Ratchet, he was happy, though I had shot at him. Weird. "So, Ratchet, what's my punishment?"

"Punishment? What for?"

My optics widened. "I fired at you, don't you remember? I was angry at myself and I shot at you."

"You're still considered a sparkling. Now don't you have training to do?" There was a sudden blast of music, followed by screeching tires.

I growled, "I swear, Skids and Mudflap are going to meet my cannon if I get to them first." I stormed out of the room in search for the twins. I would forgo my training with Ironhide if it meant dealing with the twins. I'd deal with the punishment later.

Skids and Mudflap were racing around the main part of the hanger, blaring music and occasionally transforming to fight each other. Many obscenities were shouted before I yelled. "Why must you two annoy every living thing on base?" One of my cannons was out and pointed at the twins.

They stopped in mid fight and looked at me. "It was his idea, ya know?" Skids said defensively.

"Was not, ya ugly faced fragger."

"We're twins, machine head."

Skids and Mudflap continued on for a few minutes, and while I could barely contain a laugh at their stupidity, it needed to end. "Enough! Unless you two want some faceplates missing, I suggest you stop."

The music cut off and I felt slightly better. It was that horrible electronic sounding music that gives everyone a processor ache. They started arguing again, so I raised my cannon higher and began to charge it, when I heard my name called, and it wasn't a nice tone. More like 'if I find you, you better hope I'm in a good mood' type of thing.

Needless to say, Ironhide found me aiming at the twins. While we both like to take aim at them, Optimus would probably glitch if I fired at them. Don't know about Ironhide. "Skybreaker, your supposed to be training."

"I know, but they were bugging me with their antics. Can't I shoot them once just to teach them?"

"No," Ironhide said firmly and walked away. I hung my head and followed him from the room. On the way to the training grounds, I saw Cloudfall. I nodded at him, hoping he would go away. Instead, he began following us. Before I could protest, I was told that he too was training with us.

I snorted, "Isn't that a bit redundant? Arcee or Chromia or Flairup could train him, with better results. They all are similar in alt form and size, are they not?"

"Not necessarily weapons training, but agility, too."

"And again, why not them? I've never seen you as agile as they are."

Ironhide didn't like it when I decided to be, what he called, a slagger. Not to be confused with a slacker. I am not a slacker by any means. "You have much to learn, sparkling." I was about to say something, but he beat me to it. "And yes, I am aware that you requested that you tag along on the next mission."

"I want to kick some Decepticon aft soon. Preferably with a giant explosion or two."

"You'll get your chance, but you first need to learn how to actually aim at a moving target," Ironhide told me, then opened the hanger's door. "Let's get moving, then."

My optics widened. "What do you mean? Are we going somewhere else?"

"The best way to learn how to aim at a moving target and how to avoid getting hit is hands on experience. Follow me." We all changed into our alt forms, though Cloudfall had to be reminded to turn on his holoform. I remembered mine, though it reflected me somewhat.

We set off, though I had no idea where Ironhide was taking us.