Heeeey everybody! I'm baaack! This is the first book in Dusk's cycle after the prologue, hope you read it first! 'Cause if not...you're going to be soooo confused. This is Revenge of the Fallen from Dusk's eyes. Anyway...enjoy!

This girl does not own Transformers, (but the OC's are mine bwahaha! The realm of Cybres is mine) but she wishes she did, because, frankly, that'd be awesome!

My Characters-Trans Counterparts Mentioned in this chap.

Dusk Greyman- None

Shadowsteel-Ironhide

Healer-Ratchet (Hatchet)

Tomosal Ivorra-Optimus Prime

(Minor twins not mentioned by name)

Widget-Skids

Target-Mudflap

Chapter 1

Welcome to Our World

Dusk POV

I hung upside down from my bed, bored out of my wits! 'Sides and the others had gone on a mission in Shanghai, and they had the nerve to leave me behind!

For the first few hours, I had thought up a thousand different revenge pranks and had put a few into action.

Switching the Hatchet's wrenches with Styrofoam ones (that looked totally realistic, haha!) rolling a bunch of industrial size bubble wrap rolls on 'Hide's floor, rigging a bucket of pink paint to fall when 'Sides opened the door…

I had waaay too much time on my hands.

A sharp pain entered my shoulder blades and I winced. The pain had started a few days ago, right after I had heard what I thought was my mother's voice.

I wish I could know for sure.

The pain stabbed into me again, making me fall.

Maybe I should have Ben's mom check me out, or maybe Hatchet?

I sighed as I picked myself up from the floor and walked out of 'Sides' and my room…

Right into my own trap.

I gave a squeal as the cold pink paint dumped all over me.

And the trapper became the trapped.

"Scrap!" I snapped, rubbing my eyes to get the paint out, "Scrap! Scrap! SCRAP!"

I ran into the wash-barracks and got myself cleaned up. I came out looking like a wet rat and scowling, daring any recruit to come near me.

"Stupid," I hissed as I dried my hair, "Stupid, stupid, STUPID!"

I heard the roar of engines and a very familiar honk.

"'SIDES!" I yelled running towards my guardian.

"What's up Firebrand?" He asked as we made our way to the Hangar, right behind Prime.

"You," I said, grinning.

He chuckled.

I looked over at the Autobot leader.

Something wasn't right.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked.

"Dunno," 'Sides said, "Something happened when we were gone, and it's got him spooked."

"Prime? Spooked?" I asked.

"That's what I thought too,"

"Well, well, well," a voice said from behind me, "If it isn't Dusk Greyman."

"Well if it isn't the stiff in a monkey suit," I growled, "What do you want Galloway?"

"You, outta here,"

"That was so funny I forgot to laugh," I snorted, rolling my eyes heavenward.

'Sides gave a rumbling purr that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

I heard fighting in the background and sighed.

"The minor twins," I grumbled, "They're going to give me a major processor ache if they don't shut up and soon."

"Aw, they do that to everyone," 'Sides said, "Pit, even on Cybertron they did!"

"I'd sure hate to meet their counterparts," I muttered.

"You and me both."

"Excuse me," Galloway said, waving, "Still here!"

"That can easily be changed," I muttered, eyes narrowing.

"Dusk…" 'Sides warned, "Prime would have my helm if I let you take him out…as tempting as it may be."

I snickered as Galloway turned an ugly shade of red and stormed off, saying something about "little twerp" and "needs to be sent to obedience school".

"How 'bout that," 'Sides said, "He thinks you're a dog!"

"Why can't you tell?" I said, "Arf, arf!"

We both laughed.

I sat on 'Sides' hood as I watched Optimus transform to his full height.

"You gotta wonder," Epps said, "If God made us in his image, who made him?"

"Primus," 'Sides said, simply, making me snort.

"And he and his counterpart fight like an old married couple," I snickered.

"Well, what about you?" Epps asked me, "Since you're half them and half us?"

"God," I said, "The Maker, the Creator, any way you want to put it. That's who made me. That's the belief of my people, I'll have to show you sometime."

That shut him up.

"Shhh," 'Sides said, "Prime's giving his report,"

"General, our alliance has countermanded six Decepticon incursions this year," Prime started, "Each on a different continent."

"Which you refused to let me on," I said, pointedly as I gently pounded my fist on 'Sides' hood.

"Ow!" he hissed.

"They're clearly searching around the world for something," Prime continued, shooting both me and 'Sides a glare, I raised my hands innocently while 'Sides shrank back, "but last night's encounter came with a warning."

"The Fallen shall rise again."

I shuddered at the recording as my mom's own warning played in my head again.

"Be careful, Sweetspark. Your darkest hour is coming."

Could this be what she meant?

"…Origin unknown," Prime said as I snapped back to reality, "The only recorded history of our race was contained within the All Spark and lost with its destruction,"

"Wasn't that the big cube thingy?" I asked.

"Yes, now shush!" 'Sides hissed, "Before Prime gives us his famous death glare!"

"Excuse me!" Galloway shouted.

'Sides growled, "How dare he…"

"'Sides, be nice," I warned.

Prime turned to face him.

"With this so-called All Spark now destroyed…"

"So called?!" 'Sides growled.

"Shush!" I hissed.

Agh! Our roles got switched!

Galloway began climbing the stairs, "Why hasn't the enemy left the planet like you thought they would?"

"Brat," 'Sides snapped.

"Naw, that's too good for him," I said, "Clotpole sounds better."

"That's not a real word!"

"Is too!"

"Define it!"

"In two words?"

"Sure,"

"Theodore Galloway,"

'Sides snorted in laughter.

"Good one,"

"Why thank you," I said with an Elvis accent, "A thank you very much!"

Epps chuckled.

"…you agreed to share your intel with us, but not your advancements in weaponry," Galloway pointed out.

"And why would you guys do that!" I said, "I sense the lights are on…but nobody's home."

'Sides let out a frustrated rumble.

"We've witnessed your human capacity for war," Prime said, "It would absolutely bring more harm than good."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," I said.

"But who are you to judge what's best for us?" Galloway sneered.

Lennox looked like he wanted to shove the guy off the platform.

My only regret…

I'm on the ground and I can't get up there fast enough to push him.

"With all due respect," Lennox ground out, "We've been fighting side by side in the field for two years."

"We've shed blood, sweat and precious metal together," Epps shouted up from Prime's foot.

"Yeah!" I said, jumping off 'Sides' hood, "And what have you been doing? Sitting at home on the couch watching My Little Pony or some other cartoon while the real heroes go out every day risking their behinds to keep yours safe!"

"Soldier, you're paid to shoot, not talk," Galloway growled, "And you,"

He pointed at me, and I glared back.

"You're just a civilian who got mixed up into all of this. Nothing special."

That did it.

I'm mad.

"Don't tempt me," Epps growled.

"Or me," I snarled, my flames flickering to life.

"Easy you two," Prime growled.

I rolled my eyes and gestured to him.

"Pick me up," I said.

He obliged, and I half heard Galloway spouting off some spiel about how it was Prime's fault that the 'Cons were arriving on Earth in droves.

"Shut up," I muttered, "Just shut up,"

"…They're here to hunt you! What's here on Earth for them to hunt besides that?"

"That's not true," I said, "There's me,"

"Dusk," Prime growled in a subsonic tone that only the other 'Bots and I could hear.

"Yes, Prime," I sighed in the same range, "I'll be nice."

He moved to face Galloway. It was so sudden that I nearly fell.

"Stop moving!" I hissed, "You're going to make me fall!"

"I'm sorry," he replied back, softly.

"…sounds to me like something's coming," Galloway ranted, "So, let me ask, if we ultimately conclude that our national security is best served by denying you further asylum on our planet, will you leave peacefully?"

I gave a cry of outrage.

If they remove them, they've got to drag me kicking and screaming.

Prime silenced me with a look.

"Freedom is your right," he said to Galloway, "If you make that request, we will honor it."

"You just gave him a free ticket to boot you outta here," I said.

"But," Prime said, and my hopes rose, "before your President decides, please ask him this."

He leaned in closer to Galloway, his royal blue optics flaring.

"What if we leave…and you're wrong?" He asked, straightening upright and beginning to walk away.

"That's a good question," Lennox said.

"Dang," I said, "You sure told him!"

Prime let me off of his shoulder and returned me to sides.

I heard a loud popping noise, shrieks, and cannon fire come from 'Hide's quarters while a loud snap come from the Hatchet's hands.

"Uh, 'Sides?" I asked, "How fast can you go after a mission?"

"Still pretty fast…why?"

"DUUUUSSSSKKKK!" 'Hide and Hatchet yelled.

"Cause we're going to need it!" I yelped climbing into the driver's seat, "GO! GO! GO!"

"Ugh..." 'Sides moaned, "Not agaaaain!"

A/N: Hope you all liked it! Prank credit goes to Wheeljack1995 (good friend of mine and a classmate!) *Hatchet* and to StoleTheSpider *'Hide*

Title from Michael W. Smith's Welcome to Our World.

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please R&R! :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.