Disclaimer: I own nothing. Transformers belongs to Hasbro.

AN: Takes place a little after season 1.

Swindle stood by the screen, waiting for Decepticon data. As a information broker and a arms dealer, he has to the latest information on everybody, which he got by making a deal with Soundwave. Whatever money he gets from the information, he would give 20% of it to Soundwave so that he can use it to help the Decepticon cause. Of course, there were limits on what information he could have, but he still got a lot of data.

Also, unfortunately, he couldn't give the data to Autobots, which seriously cuts into his potential money amount. He tried it once. Soundwave found out somehow and took a little 'break' to visit Swindle. The most he did to Swindle was stare at him scarily, but it work. Swindle agree to not sell any more information to the Autobots, while leaking transmission fluid during the one-sided conversation and happily gave Soundwave all the money from it.

And so here he was, waiting for more information. It was getting boring. His ship didn't over much in the form of entertainment. It was a decent size ship, but most of the ship was use for cargo instead of other devices. Surprisingly, this wasn't even 10% of the stuff he has. He had a lot more hidden on several planets. It was important that he didn't have all of his stuff with him as the ship wasn't really a combat ship. Sure, it had great speed and good blasters, but it couldn't take much damage before it was blown to bits.

The computer bleep. Swindle open the file and see what Soundwave had written. Soundwave always had a pattern with information. First were the deaths. A team of vehicons were wipe out at a human base and that was it. That was surprising. Were the Autobots getting softer?

Then came basic information about the officers. Megatron was normal. Starscream still wasn't found. Airachnid tried to take over, but was taken care of by Soundwave himself. She still alive. Knockout was alright, minus the fact that his buffer was missing and vows to disassemble the vehicon who took it. According to Soundwave, he was a Vehicon name St3v3, but he hasn't said anything yet. Breakdown was alright. Got an email from Dead End, seeing how he was doing. And there was a dude name Orion Pax there.

That name sounded oddly familiar to Swindle.

Finally, the major events. This was the juicy information Swindle wanted. Most of the time, it was pretty dull information. Nothing important that Swindle could use, but every now and then, he hit the jackpot and made a major score form the information.

When Swindle read the information, he looked shocked.

They found Unicron. Holy slag.

But that wasn't the best part. Apparently, they killed him, somehow. Soundwave wasn't giving details, just that Unicron was dead. Didn't say who killed it. Didn't say how it died. He just say that he died.

Dear Primus, that was awesome.

There was a little side note from Soundwave: "Don't tell anyone. Information will be made available to all Decepticons soon." And there goes any hope of making money from this.

Swindle close the information and stand up. He head back to the cockpit, wondering about the recent turn of events. When the death of Unicron reaches the rest of the Decpticons, this will probably be a major morale boost and a time for celebration. Sure, they haven't wiped out the Autobots yet, but killing Unicron was a great achievement.

Swindle was the cockpit now and looked at his map. The closest planet was the infamous planet Pz-Zazz. Pz-Zazz was a planet that looks nice on the records. It was said to be a safe planet, with pleasant, easy-going people and beautiful scenery. However, once you get passed the public records and head into the private ones, you see that it's not as peaceful as it sounds. There were several things wrong with it. Pollution was evident, gang warfare was common, underground organizations that ruled a lot of the planet's economy, and more conspiracies than Red Alert could spout.

It was Swindle's kind of place.

Swindle place his coordinates at Pz-Zazz and head off to charge. It was going to take about a joor to get there on autopilot and Swindle wanted to be well-rested when he got there. The planet was neutral in all conflicts outside the planet, so Swindle didn't have to worry about them shooting at him.

What he had to worry about was the landing fees.

He went through the door on the left wall and head into his room. It was a dense room, covered in information about people, events, planets, and items and in sections. One area of the room had something about planets, the other section about events, etc. Swindle head to his berth and got on it. Today was over and tomorrow was coming.

Swindle's vision slowly went black and he went off to dream land.

AN: Yeah. Nothing serious is going to happen for a while. Trying to build it up a little bit before things get a bit crazy. Just to warn everybody, probably won't be able to update for a couple of days due to fact that I'm going out of town tomorrow and won't be back for a couple of days. Till then, later.