A/N: So? What did you think of the last chapter? I think it went pretty well.

Thank you to everyone who reads this!

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*Xenia's POV*

I wandered around the base for about a mega-cycle before someone found me. It was a red mech with silver horns.

"Hey. You must be Xenia!" he greeted me.

"You must be Cliffjumper." I said back, happily. "Thanks for telling me about the water or I would have landed in it. That probably wouldn't be a good thing, since Ratchet seemed like he was in a bad mood when I landed."

"When isn't Ratch in a bad mood?" Cliffjumper looked up at the ceiling and back at me.

"Very true." I snickered. "So, where is everyone? I've been walking around for... a long time."

"Bulkhead has been looking for you since Ratchet said he released you from the med-bay. Arcee and Bumblebee are out on patrol. And I'm here!"

I laughed. "I'm just walking aimlessly around your base."

"Let's get you to your new quarters, then we can go find Bulkhead." Cliffjumper suggested.

"Alright, Cliffjumper!" I chirped.

"Just Cliff is fine." He said over his shoulder.

He led me back the way I came, then down the third hallway on the left. In that hallway, there were about 5 doors on each side and one door at the end of the hall.

"The room at the end of the hall is the washracks." Cliffjumper told me. "The first door on the right is Optimus' quarters. The next one is Bumblebee's. Then Bulkhead's. The first door on the left-" he gestured to each one as he described who is in which room "-is Ratchet's. The next one is mine, then Arcee. You can choose whichever of the ones are left."

I thought for an astro-second, then walked to the one next to Bulkhead's quarters. "This one, please."

Cliffjumper smirked. "I knew it. The code is 39204. You can check it out later. Let's go find Bulkhead."

Cliffjumper led me to the main room. It was cool; I didn't get a good look at it the first time I was in here because Ratchet dragged me to the 'med-bay'. There's a console with a few screens, where Ratchet was standing. The ground-bridge looked like a big hole in the wall with metal surrounding it. They even had the Autobot insignia on the floor.

"Hey, Xenia!"

I turned around and grinned. Bulkhead was walking up to me. He stuck his hand out and I used it to vault up to his shoulders. Then I sat down with one leg on each side of his helm, like a youngling.

"Just like old times, huh Xee?" Bulkhead laughed.

"Sure is!" I grinned.

"Don't do that!" Ratchet yelled from the computers. "I'm not repairing you if you hit your helm!"

"Ratchet, we've done this so many times before and I've never fallen off. You'd be surprised at how much balance I have." I said.

"Oh, don't go bragging." Bulkhead teased.

"Yeah, I bet Arcee is just as balanced as you." Cliffjumper said, crossing his arms.

"Er... no thanks. My first impression of her was of her hanging upside down from the beams of my broken ship."

"Alright, enough chitchat!" Ratchet called. "You have patrol!"

"Aww!" Cliffjumper whined, but headed for the ground-bridge anyway.

"Heh. C'mon, Xee. You can come on patrol with me." Bulkhead said.

"Okay!" I chirped as I jumped down from Bulkhead's shoulders.

"Cliffjumper, you go to Jasper, Nevada. Bulkhead, Xenia, you go Austin, Texas."

"See ya, Ratchet." Bulkhead said over his shoulder. He transformed and drove through the bridge. Then, came back through.

"Aren't you coming, Xenia?"

"Er... I don't exactly have an Earth based alt-mode..." I said, scratching the back of my helm.

"Ah... I see." Ratchet said. "Bulkhead, go on patrol. I will see to it that Xenia gets a new alt-mode."

"Alright, alright. See you later, then!" Bulkhead called, and drove back out.

Ratchet deactivated the ground-bridge, then turned towards me.

"Let's see... You're slightly shorter than Bumblebee and Cliffjumper, so their alt-modes are out. And you're tallerer than Arcee, so a motorcycle is out." Ratchet mused while pulling up a window and searching for a proper alt-mode.

"Hmm... This one?" It was called a Porsche Carrera GT. It was pretty good for a primitive organic planet. But the shape was rather off for my frame type.

"How about this one?" This time, it was a Dodge Charger. Again, high end for this planet, but it was a little too bulky to me.

"Okay, how is this one?" it was a Chevrolet Camaro. But tit was slightly larger than Bumblebee's alt-mode, so it was definately too big for me.

"Rather picky, aren't you?" Ratchet grumbled. "Okay, how about this one?" I took one look at it and said, "Yes."

I chose a Lamborghini Ankonian Concept. I scanned it and transformed. It sort of reminded me of my Cybertronian alt-mode. Plus, it had extra armor that I didn't have before.

My sword stayed connected to my 'undercarriage' so it wouldn't look suspicious.

All in all, I loved my new alt-mode. I transformed to root mode and squealed excitedly at Ratchet, "Can I go on patrol now?"

Ratchet winced and said, "Wait until Bulkhead or someone else explains the rules of this planet to you."

"Why can't you?"

He scowled. "Because I don't know them as well as the others. I've got better things to do." And with that, he turned to the console.

I sighed and thought to myself, 'Primus, what crawled up his aft and offlined?'

Out loud, I said, "Fine, fine. I'll wait for one of them to come back. In the meantime, do you need help?"

"You wouldn't understand this primitive Earth technology. Even I can't remember if Cybertron ever had technology so simple." Ratchet practically ranted. "You can go clean the tools. Don't ruin anything."

"Sure thing, Ratchet. I'll be sure not to break anything. Unlike those idiots, Skids and Mudflap" I mumbled the last part, but I think he heard me because he chuckled and waved me off.


I jumped and nearly dropped the wrench I was cleaning. A green light was flashing on the wall.

'Hm... That can't be good...' I thought as I made my way to the main room. There, I saw Ratchet and Prime facing a catwalk I hadn't noticed before.

"Prime! I've been receiving reports of UFO sightings all over Hawaii. Not that I'm complaining, but I'm fairly certain that you Bots are somehow connected to this!" A voice shouted.

"Agent Fowler, please calm yourself. We do have an explanation for this," Optimus said.

I poked my head out from behind Ratchet and got a good look at the thing talking. It was an organic with dark armor. It had some sort of cloth stuff on its outside. It also had some kind of fuzzy stuff on its helm.

Then, it spotted me.


A/N: So? What do ya think? Are ya all glad I updated?

I'm sorry for not using the suggestions that were given to me, but none of them seem to fit Xenia's frame type as I imagined it.

Thanks for reading and please review!