Heyo everyone! I'd like to thank DesendraRecess and Metroplex Supreme for the awesome comments. Metroplex I really did not realize I spelled Decepticons wrong( (._.)that's pretty embarrassing for myself, though). Hahaha, my older sister is yelling at herself for not seeing that it was spelled wrong. I love my sister, she's so funny. Anyway, thanks Metroplex for the notice, and I'll let you guys know if I get sick of making OCs.

This is part two to the New Beginning. You know, like how episodes are made, the first three to five episodes/chapters are like one whole story all together. I might do a part two or three for every new chapter I make to make it more ... interesting with cliffhangers, and all. So ... ON WITH PART TWO! :D


Bulkhead jogged over to one side of a skeleton-like building that was still in construction. "What do you guys think you're doing?" he yelled at two Veticons that were pulling a metal panel off the building. "You're supposed to build the skyscrapers, not tear them down!"

A third Veticon that held a comm pad, obviously a engineer, ran over to Bulkhead. "Sir, we just have detected a energon leak in the pipes between these panels. That's why we are taking this panel off; for repairs."

Bulkhead grumbled something under his breath. "Okay, one; do not call me sir ever again—" he began, walking over to help the Veticons take the panel off the building.

"—And two, be careful taking that panel off; one wrong move and the whole building comes down! You know buildings are delicate at this stage of construction." The green mech grabbed a side of the panel. "Here let me do it for you noobies." Bulkhead grabbed the other side of the panel in a "T" shape when the Veticons backed away. He slowly lifted the panel off the panels around it. Careful ... careful ... careful ... one small jerk in the wrong direction and a week's worth of work comes down, Bulkhead thought to himself.

"SIR, SIR!" Bulkhead jumped and nearly hit another panel with his one. He let out a sigh of relief before setting his panel down all the way, then turned around to see the Veticon with the comm pad. "You again? I thought I told you to not call me "sir"! Do you understand?"

The Veticon wasn't paying attention to what Bulkhead said but was looking at his comm pad and tapping the screen here and there. "Sir, I believe that someone has comm-linked you a message." The Veticon looked up and handed the comm pad to Bulkhead. "Here sir, oh, and the panel to your right is the one you have to bring down for the energon leak."

Bulkhead scowled. Did this guy know when to stop? He looked at the tiny screen of the comm pad. The message was from Wheeljack, but for system check the message required a scan of the reader's optics. After the scan was done, Bulkhead gently tapped the screen to open the message (Bulkhead has to tape gently because he has his big fingers and all; the comm pad looks tiny in his hands, too) and a new screen popped up on the pad showing symbols that represented Cybertronian words.

The huge mech read the little words. Come over to Macerol City for a party, I know you need the break. You know where to find my place.

Bulkhead deleted the message but kept the pad from the annoying little Veticon.

The idea of hanging out with Jackie was overwhelming, but now that he thought about it, the idea seemed like the best in the universe. But who'd keep these veticons in check while I'm gone? The dark green robot thought. As soon as the thought came though, an answer was already waiting for Bulkhead in the recesses of his mind. Grapple.

Grapple was the obvious choice; he was harsh, but not too harsh; serious, but not too serious; and was strict, but not too strict. Bulkhead quickly sent a message to Grapple. Going away for the day, probably the next too. Want to Sparkling-sit my veticons? Bulkhead knew the reply would be a yes; Grapple would take any chance to be the boss of someone. After that, Bulkhead sent a message back to Wheeljack to let him know he was coming.

The mech handed the comm pad to the Veticon who waited patiently nearby. "Thank you sir," it said.

Bulkhead couldn't help but scowl. "Fine, you win. You'll be in charge until Grapple gets here to shove your sorry behinds around!" He snarled before transforming into his vehicle mode and driving away, leaving the veticon in a cloud of metal-dust.

The Veticon cocked its head. It didn't know what it did to make "Sir" so angry, so it shrugged in an "oh-well" gesture before pointing at two Veticons and directing them to take off the right panel this time.


Miko was sitting on the edge of Wheeljack's now clean desk looking around at the walls of the big room. She swung her legs back and forth over the edge and hummed to herself.

"Hey, Miko!" A voice called from below. Miko looked down to see Raf trying to push a piece of scrap metal. Jack was standing by Raf, looking up at her with his hands cupped over his mouth to broadcast his voice. "You wanna come down and help a little?"

Miko shook her head. "No, I wanna see Bulkhead first." She looked back up and stared intensely at the door that lead outside.

"Look Miko, I know you miss Bulkhead and all, but I think you should come down and help, if just a little?"

Miko sighed. Might as well, the girl thought. She was getting bored anyway. Miko stood up and walked over to another side of the desk where a thin pipe-like cybertronian sword leaned against the desk. She hopped on the front tip of the sword and carefully slid down to the floor. As soon as she reached the hilt of the sword, she jumped off onto the grayish-silver floor.

Miko ran over to Jack and Raf to help them push their piece of metal into a pile that Arcee and Wheeljack had already began. Once they had shifted the piece next to the pile, Miko sat down on the ground, her legs streched out in front of her.

"Wow, that was actually harder than I expected," she panted. Raf plopped down next to her, and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'm exhausted."

Jack put his hands on his hips, and looked at the pair unsympathetically. "Come on guys, a little workout isn't bad. Besides, I think we could use a bit of exertion; ever since Cybertron was restored, we haven't really done anything."

Miko rolled her eyes at Jack. "I'd say I've had a good workout walking home from school everyday."

Raf looked up at Jack blearily. "Same," he said with some effort.

Miko sat up straighter, emboldened by the younger boy's support. "Yeah, and you always had your mom to pick you up, so it's really you who needed the workout, not us."

Jack frowned. "Are you trying to get out of cleaning?"

Miko smiled and shook her head, sending her pigtails flying around her face. "Now why would you think that?"

Jack's facial expression struggled to stay neutral, but he couldn't help but smile. "I don't know, you are after all, the Miko."

Miko scrunched up her nose as she scowled. "Ha ha ha, very funny." Miko stood up abruptly and walked away to find something else to do.

Before she got very far, Miko jerked her head up in surprise; she could hear the sound of an engine from outside slowly getting louder as it came closer. Who'd be out at this time of night? she wondered before pausing to stare intently at the door. Wait a minute, I know that sound! Miko ran for the door.


Bulkhead drove down the street in his vehicle form. It had taken him awhile to drive all the way to Macerol City, but he had made it. Bulkhead knew he was close to Wheeljack's condo given the fact he recognized the street he was on. He turned at the corner onto a sloping street, the summit of which Wheeljack's condo was perched. His friend's home was near the space where all the sparklings were kept in large, sky-reaching buildings that extended higher than most of the others in the city. It made it very easy to get to the general area of Wheejack's condo. This area was very unlike the bending, twisting, and complex streets in Kaon where skyscrapers towered over bots, casting long, dark shadows.

Bulkhead slowed down his speed, and transformed back into his original form when he just was outside of the entrance to Wheeljack's small condo. The Wrecker stepped up to the door, and precariously trailed his fingers over a glowing pad, tapping in the access code. He heard the door give a click, and then slide open to reveal the condo's interior.


Miko saw the door open, and stopped in her tracks as someone stepped in from outside.

Could it be? she asked herself. Then, she rubbed her eyes to see if they were playing tricks on her. However, there was no denying the very familiar-looking bot. It IS, Miko chanted joyfully in her head, looking up with an ecstatic expression on her face. Before Miko could shout the bot's name, though, she heard Bulkhead exclaim, "Jackie!"

Wheeljack stood up from where he was organizing some swords on a rack. "Hey, Bulkhead, long time no s—" Before Weeljack could finish his greeting, he was pulled into a big bear hug from Bulkhead, and lifted off the ground. "How are you, buddy?" Wheeljack managed to choke out when Bulkhead finally set him down.

"Aw, I'm okay. Work's been hard though; Veticons are so thick headed, you know." Bulkhead said jauntily, grinning at the lither autobot.

Miko crossed her arms and gave a huff; Bulkhead hadn't even noticed her yet! "HEY, THICK HEAD!" Miko shouted angrily up to the green mech.

Bulkhead looked down from where the voice came from and saw Miko. "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Bulkhead yelled, jumping about twenty feet in the air. Bulkhead paused for a moment in his shock, and examined the tiny creature more closely. "Wait, Miko? Is that you?"

Miko managed to roll her eyes. "No, I'm the pizza delivery guy, what do you think?"

Bulkhead laughed and scooped up Miko for her own bear hug.

"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!" Miko screeched, waving her arms in the air. "It's REALLY great to see you and all, but I don't want to be squeezed into a paper clip right now."

Bulkhead nodded and grinned sheepishly. "Heh heh, sorry about that." He gingerly set her back down on the floor, and the girl ran over to hug his huge foot. "I really missed you, you know."

Bulkhead looked down at her affectionately. "I missed you, too."

Miko stared up at Bulkhead for a few moments before a wicked grin spread across her face. "By the way, didn't you scream like a little girl when you saw me?"

If it were possible, Bulkhead would've flushed. "I-I-I thought you were a scraplet with your dark colored oxygen suit and all."

Miko just stared at him, and blinked a few times. "Really?" She looked down at her apparel.

Just then, Arcee walked in from a doorway that led to Wheeljack's office, (which was occupied by Ratchet at the moment) and paused upon taking in the scene. "Hey," she said to Bulkhead, smiling a bit at the human girl firmly attached to the bot's foot.

"Hi," he greeted back, not looking up as he hastily tried to get Miko off his foot by giving it a little shake.


A little while later, after Bulkhead had settled down to let Miko tell him what had happened with her over the year on Earth, Bumblebee arrived then with Ultra Magnus.

"Hey, Bee!" Raf shouted happily as he ran over to greet him.

Bumblebee looked down, and smiled when he saw Raf. "Hey Raf, what's up?" Raf slowed down to let Bumblebee pick him up and place him on his shoulder.

"Not much has happened on Earth, especially when compared to what's happening over here. When school ended for summer vacation, my mom signed me up to take summer school over the whole break. Things got pretty boring from there," Raf explained. "Now, school has started again and I'm getting better grades than I did last year, thankfully."

Bee nodded. "It's great that you have good grades."

Wheeljack walked stiffly over to Ultra Magnus. "How's it going?" he asked, shaking Ultra Magnus's non-clawed hand firmly.

"Well, the council has been rough, and we've had some tough cases to deal with, but thank Primus they're done now."

Arcee was propped up against the desk while Jack stood on top of it, watching the scene before them play out. "So it looks like just about everyone's here now, except Smokescreen. What are we going to do when he arrives and they're all assembled?" Jack asked, breaking the silence between them.

Arcee shrugged. "I don't really know, I think I'm just going to take you all to a local night club or something." Jack looked at her with horror and shock, and the autobot quickly realized what Jack was thinking. "Oh, no, it's not like the night clubs you have back on Earth; sparklings go to our night club all the time." Jack nodded, relieved that it was the sort of place that was appropriate for kids like Raf.

A large whirring sound came from outside that interrupted everyones' activity in the room, even Ratchet, who had come into the now rather crowded space. Wheeljack strode over and opened his front door a little bit to peek outside. There was a moment of silence and then . . .

"IS THAT MY JET?" The bot shouted angrily over the whirring sound, slamming the door open and rushing outside. Everyone walked out behind him to see a jet landing on the street. The vehicle gave a loud thump as it hit the ground, then the ramp towards its rear fell open. Out of the jet came a large, easily recognizable white figure.

"SMOKESCREEN?" Weeljack shouted. "YOU STOLE MY SHIP?"

Smokescreen swerved his head over to see Wheeljack as he stomped down the ramp of the ship. He laughed. "Oh, this was your ship? I didn't notice." The white bot stepped of the ramp, unaffected by Wheeljack's fury.

"It has my name on it!" Wheeljack spat, quickly closing the distance between him and the bot.

Smokescreen put his hands up in the air in a "stop" gesture. "Woah, slow down there! Technically, I didn't steal your ship; I was only borrowing it."

Wheeljack crossed his arms. "Okay then, where did you take the borrowed ship to?"

Smokescreen grinned. "I went to a lot of places, actually." The white mech then started listing everywhere he had taken the "borrowed" ship. "Okay, so first we went to the sea of rust, then we visited Shockwave—he's been helping the Predicon Kingdom, and we were captured for a few days for coming across Predicon territory, but Shockwave got us out—anyways, after that we visited a bunch of cities and I met some pretty cool femmes, and on our last visit, when you guys comm-linked me, we went to—"

Smokescreen was then interrupted by Arcee, who stared at Smokescreen quizzically. "Wait, why do you keep saying 'we' and 'us'?"

Smokescreen looked around as if he were searching for something, or someone. Clarity dawned on his features suddenly, and he face-palmed. "Silly me, I left him inside. Be right back." The white mech ran into the ship and came back out a few moments later dragging a red mech by the wheels on his back. The hapless bot's feet made screeching sounds as they were dragged down the metal ramp.

Ratchet groaned, and initiated his own face-palm as he lowered his head. "Knockout, you brought Knockout?" He exclaimed incredulously.

Smokescreen shrugged as he set Knockout on his feet. "He was traveling with me and I couldn't just leave him where we were when Wheeljack comm-linked. Besides he's been quiet ever since we turned towards here, so you guys don't have to worry about him chattering all night long." Smokescreen patted Knockout on the back. The red bot was unresponsive though, staring at the ground and lost in thought.

Ratchet rolled his optics, and muttered something about Smokescreen's chatter being the real problem.

Bulkhead looked at Knockout curiously. "Where did you guys go before Wheeljack linked you?" Smokescreen leaned against his ship partner, and rested his arm on Knockout's shoulder. "Knockout here wanted to go to his hometown. It's pretty small and banged up from the war but not in too bad a condition. Ever since we arrived at the lab he used to run when he was younger, Knockout has been pretty quiet."

Knockout lifted his head, noticing that everyone was staring at him. He blinked a couple times, but stayed silent, and looked down at the ground again.

"ANYWAY. . .?" Miko said breaking the silence. The girl looked very bored with Smokescreen's tale, her arms crossed and tapping her foot. Bulkhead nodded, silently agreeing that it was time to get a move on. "Let's get over to that nightclub."


Before they were a block away from their intended destination, Jack could hear the music. At first, it sounded like a soft hum, but as he drove closer on Arcee, it gradually got louder, and by the time they were at the club's entrance, the music was a roar. Jack got off of Arcee and she abruptly transformed. The blue mech picked up Jack and placed him on her shoulder before she walked through the entrance. The others followed after Arcee and Jack and abruptly split up to trail over to different areas of the club.

Miko, Bulkhead and Wheeljack went to the back of the night club where a lob ball court was unoccupied. "Wanna lob?" Bulkhead asked Wheeljack.

"Any day." Wheeljack replied, flashing a grin as they entered the court. Bulkhead set Miko down on the ground before crouching down in a ready stance. The other bot easily grasped the scrappy ball sitting on the side of the court, and heaved it at his friend. The dark green autobot deftly caught it and rolled the heavy object in his hands with a triumphant smirk before launching the ball back over.

Bumblebee and Smokescreen moved to the dance floor, sliding in to dance with the other bots already there while Raf sat on Bumblebee's shoulder, and listened to the strange Cybertronian music. The closest thing the boy could compare it to was a mix of Earthern rock and electric, but only with instrumental sounds. Raf found himself tapping his foot along to the beat.

"You guys don't have a bad taste in music!" Raf shouted to Bee over the blaring song. The yellow mech laughed. "Of course, why wouldn't we?"

Ratchet, Arcee, Jack, Ultra Magnus, and Knockout quickly found and sat at a table to the side of the club. Arcee and Jack watched Smokescreen and Bumblebee dancing. The pair ducked in and out of sight as the slowly growing crowd of dancers maneuvering around each other. Jack turned his head over to Arcee. "Wanna go and dance?" He asked.

Arcee looked over at him with a twinkle in her optic. "I thought you'd never ask," she said smoothly. They both got up, Arcee picking her human friend and hoisting him on her shoulder before striding over to the pulsing dance floor.

At the table, Ratchet stared down at the comm pad in his hands, trying to ignore the loud music that rung in his ears. He did not seem to notice when the number of bots/humans at the table went from five down to three.

Arcee kept close to Smokescreen and Bumblebee, the only familiar bots on the floor. Bots crowded around, and even a few sparklings were even dancing here and there, moving in closely knit dance circles with their fellows that varied from size to size. White lights from above flashed brightly, moving in time with the beat. Even below their feet, the floor glowed colorfully.

Arcee looked over at Smokescreen, and widened her optics as she noticed something about him. "You changed your paint back to white!" She exclaimed over the music.

Smokescreen smiled and nodded, pleased. "At least someone noticed!"

Arcee tilted her head. "Why did you change it?" she asked.

Smokescreen stopped dancing for a moment as if to think about it, his head cocked to the side. "Well, let's say Knockout told me I looked better like this." Arcee laughed as Smokescreen started moving again under the pulsing white lights.

Miko cheered on Bulkhead as he lobbed the metal lump full speed at Wheeljack. Man, I wish I had the Apex Armor right about now. then I'd show them who can really lob, Miko thought wistfully as Wheeljack caught the ball, long arms extending around the scrappy object as his feet skidded across the court a few yards back from point of impact.

"Is that the best you got, Bulkhead?" Wheeljack jeered, flexing his fingers against the ball.

Wheeljack's opponent scoffed,"I thought you wanted me to go easy on you."

The white bot sneered at him. "You lobbed that ball like you were going easy on a sparkling."

Miko perked up from where she was sitting as the two exchanged taunts. This just got a whole lost more interesting, she thought to herself, flexing her toes with excitement.

Knockout stared down at his cupped, claw-like hands, deep in thought. Looking up from his comm-pad, Ratchet narrowed his optics at Knockout. Could he get anymore annoying? Ratchet scowled as Knockout looked up from his hands to stared at Ratchet with an innocent expression. Yes, yes he can. But instead of giving his attention back to the device in his hand, he looked over to Ultra Magnus, who was looking at his own comm-pad.

"So how is it working with the council?" Ratchet asked, trying to start a conversation. Things had been quiet at the table since Arcee and Jack left.

Ultra Magnus tilted his head towards Ratchet, focusing his optics on him. "Well, first of all, it's harder than you think, being part of the council."

Ratchet crossed his arms. "Try me," he challenged.

Ultra Magnus sighed and rubbed his optics. "For example, the council takes forever to make simple decisions."

Ratchet snorted. "I had to live with Smokescreen all day during the war. Nothing can be worse than that!"

Ultra Magnus nodded thoughtfully. "True, but we had Starscream come before the council, and I can tell you he was the whiniest bot I have ever had the misfortune of meeting!"

Ratchet laughed and looked at Ultra Magnus curiously. "So, what happened to him?"

Magnus looked around to make sure no bot was near their table to listen in, and when the quiet red mech beside him was the only one present, Magnus leaned forward. "He was charged guilty with all the charges against him . . . including murder."

Ratchet frowned, remembering how Team Prime had found out that Cliffjumper's spark was ripped out by Starscream. "He got what he deserved," Ratchet growled, narrowed his optics.

Ultra Magnus nodded, but his expression looked grievous. "However, after he was put in a protected cell on the lower parts of Cybertron, something happened." He looked around again hastily, his body tense. "The next day, when they came to give Starscream some energy, they found nothing in the cell." Ratchet thought he saw Knockout cock his head on the edge of his vision, but dismissed the tiny movement. "Nothing?" He asked, filled with morbid horror.

"Nothing," Magnus repeated.


Wow. Just wow. This chapter took forever!

I am so sorry this chapter took forever to get up and posted. I have like a million excuses, mainly my sister! She'd took forever to getting around to looking over this chapter. Ugh, sometimes I hate her, but then, my chapters wouldn't look as nice as they do without her, so I have to put up with the fact she has fanfiction of her own to update, plus a bunch of other things she thinks is more important than my story. - MY SIS PUT that IN! -.- she. will. pay.

I have some good news though, one is that this story is waylonger then I intended it to be(4,000 words!), so there is plenty of material for you guys to mull over. I wanted it to end with everyone being back on Earth, but it just got too long. I decided to change up things a bit because of that, just to make sure everything doesn't suddenly happen all at once.

And, well, I haven't figured how to paste pictures on here yet. Oh well, maybe I'll have to give up on that. If it is possible to paste pictures onto a chapter, I would appreciate instructions! :3

Until we meet next week, or in the next several weeks, or whenever it is that I manage to get my sister to edit my next chapter. -sigh- Anyway, thank you all, and I hope you enjoyed!

Note from GPA (Guestpersonanonymous), the sister and editor of HockeyStar31: Yeah, it's totally all my fault that this chapter didn't get out as fast as it should. I try to make my schoolwork a priority, then my role-playing posts, then my own fanfiction, and my sister's work ends up getting neglected.

I'm glad that she has the patience to let me edit her work, though, because she still has a thing or two to learn about paragraph organization and grammar. I also feel she needs to do a little more "show, don't tell", but that's what we have you reviewers for! I would appreciate it a lot if you could take time out of your day to write up a review. Don't be afraid to offer my sister tips on how to improve her writing; that's why we're here in the first place. - Awww, your so sweet GPA

I have started watching the Transformers Prime series on my sister's insistence, so I now am able to more easily relate to these characters I previously knew nothing about.

GPA: I hope that you guys enjoy reading this chapter as much as I did!

HS: See you next time! :3