1) Wow! I'm shocked by how many people grabbed onto this one so fast! Well, guys, hop on and hang on tight. It's gonna be a wild ride! (My goal is to make this ficlet even better than TaCO, so we'll see how that goes)

2) This chapter may make you blush a bit, but it doesn't go that far. Just keep reading. :)

3) Enjoy

Totally random, but is there anyone else that keeps wanting to pronounce Novashine as "Novasheen" everytime they read her name? Or is that just me?

Chapter 2

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Novashine scowled as she sat on the transport to Kaon. It was unwise, she knew that, but it didn't change the fact that her conscience had been nagging her for the last couple of solar cycles. She had apparently ruined Megatron's life, and she couldn't help but want to fix what she had apparently screwed up. Honestly, she had not believed what the large silver gladiator had told her, but then she had gotten the confirmation from another.

"You went to The Kaonian pit fights? Are you insane, Novashine?"

"Oh, come on, Orion! You act like it's some sort of crime to attend one of those fights."

"Do not use contractions, and it should be a crime. Pit, those fights should be illegal!"

"Oh, don't be such a stiff, Orion. It was actually kinda cool."

"You talk like a commoner, Novashine. Your opiluk will be disappointed to hear you talk like that."

"Orion, unlike you, my guardian and opiluk are not interested in my life. As long as I attend studies and catch a good mate, they'll be proud."

"I am certain that is not what they believe. That is what I thought Sentinel Prime believed until I spoke with him on the subject. Perhaps you should speak with your opiluk about your feelings."

"Orion, Traachon doesn't care. I mean, I'm a femme. I can't take his position in the Council, and I cannot become a leader of any kind. The only thing I'm good for in his optics is for finding a suitable mate of the upper castes and having a mech sparkling to take his spot in the Council before he offlines."

"So taking trips to dangerous city-states is your form of rebellion? Is that what this is all about?"

"No… I actually… Orion, how do you think the gladiators are treated in between fights by their employers?"

"Badly. I have heard stories from those that attend the battles. It is said that the employers are cruel to them to keep them under control."

"So if one rebels…?"

"Then, they would probably have to deal with the consequences."

"Oh."

It was at that moment that Novashine had decided to go back to Kaon to try to repair the damage she did. She stared out the window of the large hover ship that was meant for long-distance travel. The last time she came, she had used the Metro, connecting trains until she reached her destination. The large transport, though more crowded and meant for those of lower castes, was far quicker, which was what Novashine needed. She forced herself to ignore the stares she received from younglings with purple optics and dirty plating, forced herself to ignore the hateful whisperings of the adults that muttered about her shiny armor, something that would cost them orns of work to afford.

::We are now arriving in Kaon Docking Lots. Please remain seated until the craft doors open::

Younglings cheered excitedly at this intercom message. They had been on the ship for almost a half joor now, and they were more than ready to leave. Novashine, for her part, was not excited in the least, feeling more anxious than anything. The gladiator ring was not open at this breem, the fighters all either practicing or on leave. Novashine was praying silently that Megatron would be practicing because she really didn't want to have to search Kaon for him.

The ship shuddered to a stop, rattling heavily as it landed in the docking lot. The doors opened, and all optics immediately turned to Novashine. She ducked her helm shyly as she rose to her pedes, shuffling out the door while the others waited. It was a socially accepted norm: the highest caste exits and enters before a lower caste does. She quickly made her way to the end of the board dock and glanced around, wishing again that she had hired a guide. Unfortunately, Killsprite had ruined her trust in all guides. The last thing she needed was for Blackout to come bursting in while she was talking with Megatron. She grimaced at that thought. Maybe it would be wiser to go ahead and let Blackout know she was in Kaon… just in case Megatron decided to… well, attack her…

"Hey! Are you gonna move or are we gonna stand here all day?" a mech called out. Novashine immediately moved out of the way of the mech that had spoken. The golden mech scowled at her as he strode past. She stared after him with a frown, wondering if everybot in Kaon was rude or if she was just unlucky.

"Sunny, wait for me!" another mech voice called, gaining Nova's attention. She shuttered her optics in surprise when she saw a red mech that looked almost identical to the rude gold one rushing in her direction. He passed her, then suddenly braked, whirling around on his wheeled pedes to stare at her. She stared into his red optics in surprise, shocked by the shiny red paint. These mechs had military optics, yet their armor was so well cared for, a rarity for those of their caste. She continued to study him as he gave her a debonair smile, gracefully moving back to her side.

"Hi. Name's Sideswipe. I dunno where you came from, but I know Primus sent you for me," he said with a charming smile. Novashine studied his faceplates for a second later, noting how the crimson of his optics actually worked very nicely with his cherry red armor. Then she decided that reaching the gladiatorial ring was more important than talking to this mech. She pursed her lip components before walking around the mech in a deliberate fashion to head towards the docking lot's exit.

"Aw, c'mon, femme! You know you're interested!" Sideswipe called as he wheeled over to her. Novashine resisted the urge to grin at his antics as she kept walking purposefully keeping her optics away from the mech.

"Sideswipe! Get over here!" the rude golden mech from earlier called from Novashine's right.

"I'm trying to woo this femme! Give me a klik!" Sideswipe called back, and Novashine couldn't hold back the snort that sentence elicited. Sideswipe turned his attention back to her with a grin. "So how 'bout it?" he questioned as he moved in front of her, skating backwards so that he faced her. Novashine smirked.

"How 'bout what?" she asked in a mock coy voice. Sideswipe gave a rakish smile.

"How 'bout you let me take you out?" he suggested. Novashine raised an optic ridge at that.

"And do what? I doubt there are any… respectable joints in this city-state." Sideswipe frowned at that statement.

"Well, if you ain't here to find a gorgeous mech to spend the lunar cycle with, why are you here? Not exactly the place for a femme of your, uh, status…" Sideswipe commented. Novashine grinned up at him, a mischievous glint in her optics.

"Now, why would I tell you? What if you followed me and attacked me?" she asked in a teasing voice.

"I wouldn't. I don't do things like that. I'm just curious," he claimed, a cute pout on his face. Novashine laughed lightly, thinking how such a look should be illegal.

"If you must know, I am headed to the gladiatorial ring," Novashine finally said proudly. Sideswipe frowned.

"The Forge? You're headed to the Forge? I dunno if that's a good idea," the red mech responded. Novashine stopped, frowning up at the mech, who stopped when she did.

"Why…?" she asked, suspicion in her voice. Sideswipe's frown deepened, causing his optics ridges to furrow a bit.

"That's a pretty rough place, even when there are a lot of bots around to discourage one of the gladiators from pulling something, and a pretty femme like you would be neutralized pretty quickly, and not in a permanent way. You wouldn't be safe." Novashine scowled at that, her upper lip rising a bit in irritation. She highly doubted the gladiators would attack her, seeing as she had already been there once. Still, she indulged the mech.

"So, I suppose that means you won't show me the way?" she questioned. Sideswipe grinned at that.

"Of course, I will!" he chirped, not noticing the angry golden mech moving toward him.

"Sideswipe, if you don't get moving, I'll—" Whatever the golden mech was about to say was cut off when Sideswipe slung his arm around the golden mech's shoulders, surprising him into silence as he yanked him to his side.

"Me and Sunny'll keep ya safe," the red mech claimed.

"Don't call me that, slagger, and just what the frag did you volunteer us for?" the rude mech questioned. Sideswipe grinned at him.

"We are going to escort my dearest new friend…" he trailed off as he looked at Novashine with encouraging optics.

"Novastrike," she supplied, not wanting to give these two mechs her true designation.

"Novastrike! A name that is just as gorgeous as you, my spark. We are taking Novastrike to the Forge!" Sideswipe claimed.

"No."

That was all the rude mech said before he turned and strode away. Novashine blinked in surprise at being dismissed so easily, then shrugged it off. She wasn't in Kaon to make friends. If this rude mech didn't like her, then it was his problem. She was perfectly fine with that. It wasn't like she would be seeing him again anytime soon. She was prepared to walk off in the opposite direction, but Sideswipe stopped her by putting his arm around her shoulders and practically dragging her after the rude mech.

"You'll have to excuse my brother, Nove. Sunstreaker takes a bit of time to warm up to bots," Sideswipe said lowly with a pleasant smile.

"Your brother? Is that why you two look so much alike?" Novashine questioned. Sideswipe grimaced at the question, then smiled.

"Nope. Me and Sunny look alike because we're twins," he stated proudly.

"Stop telling her all our secrets!" Sunstreaker snapped from his position a few feet ahead of them.

"It's not exactly a secret, Sunny!"

"Don't call me that!"

Novashine listened half-heartedly to the ensuing argument, only able to think of the secret Sideswipe had just shared with her. Twins. They were literally one spark in two bodies. The femme smiled at the thought. She had always wished for a sibling to share her secrets with. Instead, she was created with difficulty, and her femme creator was unable to carry another spark to term. From that point, she started to wish for a close friend that she could share secrets with, someone that she could trust and love as a sibling. This position was filled by Orion Pax, a mech that she had spent nursery time with when they were younglings. Unfortunately, his training as future prime had taken most of his time, leaving very little for his femme friend.

Now, she dreamed for a suitable mate, as every femme did. She wanted someone to share a bond with, someone to love. She wanted to have a mech that would love her without hesitation, one who would be unafraid to show his love in public. She had him all planned out, too. He would be tall, taller than her at least, and he would have gleaming armor; not the stuffy painted plating that the upper-crust tended to use. He would be strong, able to protect her and support her. He would want a family, and he would want to be a part of that family, and –

"Nove? You okay there?" Novashine blinked when Sideswipe's voice pulled her from her thoughts.

"I'm sorry?" she questioned, having completely missed what he said. Sideswipe only grinned.

"I said, 'we're almost there.'"

"Oh!" she exclaimed, feeling rather foolish as she looked around at her surroundings. "I recognize this place."

"Recog—Novastrike, have you come here before?" Sideswipe questioned. Novashine nodded.

"I witnessed the battle between Megatron and Beatdown," she responded easily. Sunstreaker scoffed.

"Fraggin' femme picks the best fights," he noted sarcastically.

"Sunny, can you at least try to curb your language around the lady?"

"Why? It ain't like she hasn't heard curse words before," Sunstreaker grouched. Novashine rolled her optics at him then focused on the large building in front of her.

The gladiator pits. Of course, the term "pits" didn't really suit this ring, nor did the term "underground." The Praxian rings and the Taran* pits more fit those descriptions. The Kaonian gladiator rings were located in a large building that had been affectionately named the Forge, mainly because most of the best fighters were trained there. The large building housed four large arenas, and Kaon was in no way quite about the illegal fights that took place there alongside the legal fights. While fighting to disarm or force into stasis was still accepted by the more… sophisticated cultures and the peoples of those cultures, death matches had long since been prohibited, something that Kaonian mechs completely ignored. Seeing as Kaon was one of the most military-populated city-states, Iacon and the Council turned a blind optic to the rebellious city-state, perhaps hoping that the problem would fix itself. Novashine was unsure of that, now that she had seen the bloodthirsty crowd personally.

"Haven't been here in a while…" Sideswipe mumbled. "Nove, stay close." Novashine rolled her optics when Sideswipe pulled her close to his body, not quite sure whether protesting would truly be worth it. She could feel him rubbing circles into her side with his thumb, but she decided that the movement was ultimately harmless.

"Where do you need to go?" Sunstreaker demanded, finally stopping to look—well, glare—at Novashine.

"I need to find M-a specific fighter," she said, cutting herself off before she said his name. These two didn't need to know who she was searching for or why. Sunstreaker narrowed his optics thoughtfully as he glanced around the lobby.

"Well, your fighter would be in the main arena practicing, if he is here," Sunstreaker stated before walking off in that direction. Sideswipe and Novashine shared a glance before they moved after the golden twin. They heard the sounds of battle before they actually saw it. Blades shrieked, mechs yelled and shouted, and trainers snapped and yelled out corrections. When they walked in, they saw organized chaos.

Two mechs fought in the lower left corner of the field, fighting with short blades and swords, while two more fought a similar battle in the upper left corner. The right corners were dominated by four mechs fighting hand-to-hand without any weapons at all. Novashine found herself looking back and forth between the fights, amazed by the deadly grace the mechs held, awed by the beauty and horror that the moves held. Then her optics landed on the two mechs in the middle.

Megatron fought fiercely against the smaller black and white mech, though the smaller mech seemed to be holding up rather well against the larger foe. The mech utilized his size and agility to dodge Megatron as he swiped at him with a long serrated blade, and Megatron, instead of looking frustrated by the many misses, had a smirk on his faceplates as he danced around the smaller mech's movements, dodging the mech's smaller blades. Novashine was struck again by the mech's grace, and she wondered, as she had when she last saw him fight, how good of a dancer he was. She could only imagine walking into a ballroom with him by her side.

She grimaced as she pushed that thought away. She didn't need to be thinking about him that way. Opiluk would not approve of a match with Megatron, a mech without connections of any kind.

"See your mech?" Sideswipe asked with a frown as he gazed out at the battling mechs with an excited glint in his optics.

"Yes, actually," she responded. Sideswipe grinned.

"Then let's get out there!" he cheered as he scooped her up.

"Wait, what?!" Novashine exclaimed as Sideswipe rushed to the small door that allowed entrance to the arena from the viewing area. Sunstreaker smirked as he followed after on his own un-wheeled pedes.

"What the frag?!" was the first thing that left the lip components of a surprised hand-to-hand fighter when Sideswipe leapt over his crouched form with a squirming Novashine in his arms.

"Just tell me which mech is yours!" he called out.

"Put me down!" she cried as Sideswipe skated swiftly around the ring.

"Who the frag are you?!" a trainer demanded when Sideswipe passed him.

"Sideswipe, that's enough!" Sunstreaker snapped as he strode up to the trainer that had been observing Megatron's fight. Sideswipe turned his wheels sideways and slid to a stop in front of his twin.

"You are no fun," the red twin stated as he set the femme in his arms down. She wobbled a bit before rushing to stand behind Sunstreaker, who immediately shied away from her.

"Watch the paint, femme," he snarled, earning a glare from said femme.

"I repeat my question," the trainer snapped. "Who the frag are you two?"

"Why is it that nobot can curb their language around our femme friend?" Sideswipe asked rhetorically to the mechs that were slowly gathering around them.

"I am Sunstreaker, and this is Sideswipe," the more mature brother introduced in a hard voice.

"Ah. The two mechs from Kalis. I have heard very good things about you two," the trainer responded with a nod.

"And who's the femme?" one of the gladiators asked with a leer as he reached out for the white and gold femme.

"She is mine," Megatron snapped as he stepped forward. All attention turned to him, but his gaze was locked on Novashine. "How fortuitous that my little pet has returned to me." Novashine scowled at that statement and stepped out from behind Sunstreaker so that she could properly glare at the silver gladiator.

"I most certainly am not your pet. I am not your anything. I do, however, wish to speak with you if you have a moment." Megatron studied her for a moment before nodding.

"Come. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker will continue my battle with Barricade. I will be back in a breem or two, Taught," Megatron stated, addressing his trainer with the last sentence. Taught nodded before turning his attention to the twins.

"Okay, you two miscreants, let's see what you've got." Novashine glanced over at the twins as they pulled identical sets of blades from their subspace and prepared themselves for battle. That was when Megatron put a hand on her lower back and started leading her away. She looked up at him and grimaced at the set expression on his face. This was going to be an interesting conversation…

She forced herself to ignore the warmth coming from the hand—no, claw—on her back. The arena was cold today for whatever reason, but she refused to complain. She knew the mechs in the buildings would be fine, seeing as they had much thicker armor on than she did. Her armor was thin, made for fashion and appearance rather than protection from the elements. It was rare for a femme of her caste to be out in these conditions, so it wasn't necessary to wear such things when she was at home.

"Now, I know you did not come back simply to watch me spare, seeing as you left under rather negative circumstances. So what exactly are you here for?" Megatron questioned lowly as they walked down a hall away from the ring, effectively pulling Novashine from her thoughts.

"Compensation," was her answer. Megatron raised an optic ridge at this.

"Really? And just what does this compensation entail?" he asked with a small smirk. Novashine grimaced as she looked down, fighting the urge to fidget. She had no idea what it was about Megatron that made her so nervous, but she couldn't fight the fluttering in her stomach. Still, she forced her voice to remain level as she replied, "I am uncertain. I don't quite understand the… depth of the misdeed."

"I see," Megatron hummed as he led her down a hall filled with doors. She blinked when he stopped in front of the second door to the left and started typing in a code. "It is quite noble of you to return to repay such a misdeed, but I must ask what lengths you are willing to go to in order to repay this deed."

"Anything in reason. I am not a fool, Megatron," she responded with a scowl. Megatron grinned as the door opened, revealing a rather small room. A single berth sat against the far wall, and a desk and chair sat on the right wall with a large shelf standing parallel to them against the left wall. She turned her gaze from the room to give Megatron a deadpan look. "I know what you're thinking, and you're not going to get it. I am not a toy to be used."

"Oh really? I believe you give yourself too much credit, my dear," Megatron stated as he walked into the room, dragging Novashine in after him. The femme dug her heels in, suddenly scared of what she may have just gotten herself into. Curse her foolish conscience! Megatron merely gave her an amused look before letting her go once the door closed. She whirled around to face the door and prepared to rush back outside, but Megatron's voice stopped her. "It locks wirelessly. I paid to have the lock placed in myself. You are not going anywhere, pet."

"Don't call me that," she hissed as she whirled to face him. She did not expect to land in his arms, nor did she completely expect his following actions. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and pressed his lip components against hers in a harsh and searing kiss. Novashine's vents hitched in surprise before she melted into his tight embrace. Her spark hummed loudly in her audio receptors as he tilted his helm, expertly moving his lips against hers. Her spark pulled, and horror and delight rushed through her systems in a confusing and breath-taking twist.

Megatron was her sparkmate. Two sparks that were made for each other and completely compatible. Megatron was supposed to be hers. The part of her that was hopeful, day-dreamy, and totally girly squealed with delight at this new development. She had found the mech she was supposed to be with! Tall, strong, silver armor, deep voice, able to defend her and protect her. He was everything she wanted. She wasn't quite sure if he wanted sparklings, but that bridge could be crossed once they got there.

Then her logic center broke in. This mech was a gladiator, a mech that killed for credits. He was not respectable, and he was threatening to take her by force. Her spark cried out in sadness as her logical side took over. He was not meant for her. He was dangerous, uncouth, and unpredictable. He was not safety; he was danger. There was another mech out there that would fit her requirements. Megatron was not him.

"Hmmm, speechless," Megatron purred as he broke the kiss. "I can't decide whether or not I like you more this way."

"I will repeat what I said before," Novashine forced herself to say. "I am not a toy. I will not allow you to treat me as if I were some common pleasure femme off the street. Open the door." Megatron stared at her looking rather baffled, then he grinned.

"I see. You wish to play hard-to-get? No matter. I am not pursuing you anyways. As I said before, Novashine, you give yourself entirely too much credit. I am not here for that. Rather, I have a better way for you to repay me." Novashine watched with mixed emotions as he walked to the shelving unit that held assorted datapads and holocubes. He didn't want her? Is that what he had just said? She grimaced as she fought back the sharp pain that thought caused. She should be happy that he did not see her as a desirable femme. She would find a mech in Iacon, and would leave this mech behind. She should be happy at his easy dismissal. That meant he would not chase after her once she had left.

Then why did she feel like a huge hole had just opened up in her spark chamber?

"This is what you can do," Megatron stated as he returned to her side, a datapad about battles in the First Great War in his hands.

"What? Clean your datashelf?" Novashine asked with an incredulous look. Megatron scowled at her, looking as if he was fighting an internal battle.

"No… I require you to… I," he scowled as he cut himself off and looked off to the right. "I do not know how to read."

Novashine blinked up at him in surprise. This was what he had been going on about? He wanted to read? Then what was the kissing and leering about?

"I enjoyed watching you squirm," Megatron stated, and Novashine realized that she had spoken her thoughts aloud.

"Okay… so you can't read… Why do you… want me to teach you?" the femme asked in confusion. Sure, being unable to read probably made him feel unintelligent… but did a gladiator really need to know how to read? Megatron grimaced.

"I am the greatest gladiator here, yet that is all I am," Megatron stated. "I wish to be something more, and I wish to help the people around me, the bots that are stuck in their positions simply because of who created them. It is impossible for younglings to dream because their caste will prohibit them from ever becoming a bot of influence. The lower castes starve because they are only given scraps by the upper castes. I want to change that. No bot should have to work that much for that little, and every bot should have to work for their Energon. I could make this world so much better, but I cannot get anywhere without being able to read and write."

"I… see…" Novashine said slowly, taking in what he had said. He wanted to help those less fortunate by gaining a spot in the upper castes. She had to agree with his deduction, though. He would get nowhere without literacy. He would not be able to read the documents passed to him, and he would be unable to write the documents necessary to make his plans move forward. However, on that same note, it was her caste he would be targeting.

"There will come no harm to anybot, Novashine," Megatron stated, and her optics met his. How did he know her name? Sideswipe called her "Novastrike," so how did Megatron know hers?

"I do not know if I can trust you, but I will repay you the crime I committed against you," she claimed slowly. Megatron smirked at this and nodded.

"Very good. You will come back here every cycle at this time, and you will tutor me until I am finished learning." Megatron took the femmes wrist and moved toward the desk. He pulled out the chair and sat down before pulling the femme down on his lap. "Now, begin our first lesson."

"O-okay…" she murmured as she took a datapad that she usually used for her schoolwork. With a small sigh, she picked up the stylus and started writing out the thirty Iaconian glyphs.

Chistarpax: Lol. Yeah, he may have his hands full, but that doesn't mean he can't give as much as she can. I mean, if you hold a firecracker close to a flame… ;D

xxXXHappyLlamaXXxx: Glad you like it! I love your username, BTW.

Sunstreaker's Squishy: Aww! You makes me blush! Sadly, though, I do not plan on making a sequel to TaCO at all. It shall live where it's at. :\ Well, of all the seekers to be bonded to, TC's probably the most stable. *nod nod* Yeah, I am working really hard not to make Nova a marysue. It's not possible for her to be spoiled, though, and you will see why a bit later. After all, she has a chauvinistic idiot father. You shall see that, too. :)

Link's Rose: Glad you like! I figure this one will be finished fairly soon. Not gonna be too drawn out.

Angel897: Glad you like it. :)

Lovely Rain Dancer: Oh, I know! Aren't they the perfect form of angst and suffering?!

Thebookfan09: Lol. I know. This was going to be a one-shot, but when the word count got up to 4K, I was like, 'Yup, breaking this one up.' It makes it easier anyways. The scene changes don't have to be as smooth.

I am having so much fun with Megatron's personality. He seems like he would be that rouge-around-the-edges-but-mushy-in-the-middle kind of guy that turns into a misled-but-means-well kind of character. At least in my mind, anyways. After all, I always justify the bad guys and try to make them good. =_= I don't like bad people staying bad. :\

Lol. I was trying to think of a suitable bodyguard for her, and Blackout seemed perfect. It will help me with the plot later on, as well. Glad you like my darling OC, though. I believe she is me in a way. My journey in finding myself has begun via Novashine! Tally-ho!

*Dreadwing and Jazz stare after in awe as Lunar Mist stomps through a jungle, knocking down trees*

Jazz: What the frag did we just unleash?

Dreadwing: I'm innocent. This is somehow your fault.

Luna Uchiha666: Lol. :D very glad you like it. I will definitely have this one finished soon, too. :)

Agent Or4ng3: Oh, hey! Very glad you like my darling OC as much as I like yours. I think that was the hardest part of this fic (Though not as hard as I thought it would be): creating a circumstance that would intrigue Megatron, because he isn't the type to go after a sweet femme or just go after a femme for her body. Especially at this moment in his life, where he's trying to make something of himself. He wouldn't be ready to settle down so I'm forcing him to notice her. :)

Sweettea1: Glad you like it! Updates should come pretty quickly on this one. Once again, I'm blazing on through it. The bunny bit and won't let go. Plus, I got my little sister leaning over my shoulder reading and laughing as I write. :)

Iceshadow911247: Very glad you like it! Been a while since I started one and just had at it, no? I think the last one was A Little Burst of Sunlight.

*Taran = something or someone from or associated with Tarn, i.e. That Taran energon is better than the Kaonian Energon by far.

See? Not too graphic, no? Yes, Megatron wants to learn how to read. It is his first step to becoming the leader of the Cybertron Defense Force. And allow me to make a disclaimer real fast

I am not saying that those who are illiterate will amount to nothing. In this society, though, a society so defined by castes, he would get nowhere without being able to read. I mean, would you give the job of Chief General (or whatever) to a guy that cant read or write? No, because he would not be able to know what the news came if it came down to the wire. Besides, if Megatron is to argue with the Council, he will need to have his case down, and other bots are not allowed to read Council documents. 0.o So, no hate reviews telling me how mean I am, please. :)

Review, my friends! If I don't have the next chapter up tonight, it'll be up tomorrow.