Hey guys, check out my new story that's strictly 3 chapters: A Seismic Rumble!

Sorry about the delays, but I don't have access to fanfic at home!! And now since the first semester is over, I really don't a lot of time on fanfic at all! I can only go during lunch…so I made this chapter twice as long as the first chapter and longer than the second!

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Enjoy this chapter!

P.S. I did NOT make up the part about the head of state of Cybertron. It's in the Transformers movie guide 2007!!!

Chapter Three, A Moment To Remember

"Moon!" Prowl skidded into the room, and gently took his little sister into his arms. He hushed her leaking, and looked up at the picture after covering Moon's optics. He narrowed his optics when he looked at the spider picture again.

How repulsing, he thought. "Tarantulus!" Prowl yelled. He had a hand on his plasma blaster, ready for anything this time. His grip was firm on Moon, and he looked at the place where in his dream Tarantulus appeared from.

However, he was wrong.

"You dare summon me?" Tarantulus crawled out of the shadows from behind Prowl.

"Yes. You were the one who put this picture up here, correct?" Prowl harshly demanded, whipping around. His optics were infuriated, and he pulled his plasma blaster out.

"Going to use that on me now are you?" Tarantulus asked with a chuckle. "That's a laugh, for I was not the one to place that spider picture up there."

"What? You weren't?" Prowl faltered for a little bit, then straightened even more. "That's a lie. I know it was you!" his finger got ready to push the trigger on the gun.

"Prowl, you shoot you die," came Mega Blast's voice from the door.

"Defending your spider friend now are you, Mega Blast?" Prowl snarled. "You have no right to."

"I have all the rights to," Mega Blast snarled back. He stepped in the room. "What in the name of Cybertron is going on in here?" he asked icily.

"Ask him," Tarantulus growled.

Mega Blast turned his red optics on Prowl, waiting for an answer.

"It's none of your business, Mega Blast," Prowl hissed. He didn't wait for an answer, and turned back to Tarantulus. "Why did you place that picture over Moon's recharge bed?! Answer me, slaggit!"

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about," Tarantulus answered. "I placed no such picture above Moon's recharge bed."

"Liar!" Prowl almost pressed the trigger, but stopped when he heard two things: one was Moon's crying starting again, and the other was Mega Blast pulling his gun out.

"Put the gun down, soldier," Mega Blast ordered. He was Lord High Protector of Cybertron – Prowl had to obey. Why Prowl treated him with such disrespect before amazed Mega Blast.

"Tarantulus, have you ever seen that picture before?" Mega Blast asked, suddenly taking complete control. He walked over to the bed, and peeled the picture off of the ceiling.

"No," Tarantulus answered.

"Liar!" Prowl hissed.

"Silence!" Mega Blast ignored Moon's crying and inaudible murmuring. "Prowl, what brings you to the assumption that Tarantulus is at fault here?"

"What, you mean besides the fact that the spider looks almost exactly like Tarantulus except for the color and a few details? Hmm, let's think…" Prowl took on a very sarcastic tone. "Perhaps because there is no other bots that I know of that is a spider! And especially one that particularly enjoys frightening sparklings!"

"How would you know that Tarantulus enjoys frightening sparklings?" Mega Blast asked.

"He frightens other sparklings!"

"Can you name a few?" Mega Blast asked. He relaxed against the wall near the door, crossing his arms. Tarantulus was crouched down on the ground, watching both of their movements. He sensed that a femme was nearing – probably Willow.

"There's Dragonfly, Nomilie, – this list could go on forever –, Yinber, Eagle, Strike, Talon –" Prowl was interrupted.

"Understood," Mega Blast growled. He turned to Tarantulus. "If you claim that you did not place the picture above Moon's bed, can you guess who did?"

"Probably one of the pranksters," Tarantulus said simply.

"One of the pranksters?" Mega Blast repeated.

"Why would they do that? They wouldn't try to terrorize Moon when she's only a sparkling!" Prowl couldn't believe he was defending the pranksters.

"How would you know that?" Tarantulus shot back. "You're not them! You're not their mentors!"

"I don't have to be any one of their mentors to know that they wouldn't purposefully terrorize sparklings!" Prowl retorted.

"Prowl?" Willow entered the room nervously. She paused when she saw Mega Blast, her Lord High Protector, but after a reassuring nod from Prowl, she continued in. She stood by his side, her optics never leaving Mega Blast's suspicious red ones.

"Everything's okay," Prowl told Willow. "Can you comfort Moon for me while I deal with this?" he asked Willow. When she nodded in reply, he handed the still-leaking Moon to her, and the two femmes left the room. Tarantulus stared after them, and when Prowl observed even further he thought he saw some kind of hunger in the spider's optics. That wasn't good. Was it the lust kind of hunger for Willow, or the hungry kind of "I-wanna-eat-something" hunger for both femmes?

"Follow me," Mega Blast commanded both. Tarantulus followed Mega Blast like an obedient little sparkling following his/her guardian, leaving Prowl in the rear. He followed warily, watching the powerful Lord High Protector and keeping an optic on the spider.

Mega Blast led them to his quarters and then into his office in silence. There, they found Comet leaving.

"Comet?" Mega Blast seemed surprised to find his sister in his office.

"Oh, hi Mega Blast," Comet hurriedly walked around the three. "Gotta go! Bye!"

"Where are you going? What did you do in here? What is going on?" Mega Blast demanded.

"I'm going to Orion to help him with something…I gave you some papers about…you know…" Comet made some kind of gesture with her hands that seemed to say, "The thing we were talking about last night". "Nothing's going on, everything's perfectly fine," Comet answered.

"I'm not sure what to believe, but I can't deal with it right now." Mega Blast said no more as his sister left. "Sit," he ordered the two mechs, nodding to the chairs in front of his huge metal desk.

Prowl sat on the chair farthest from Tarantulus's chair. They sat on opposite sides of Mega Blast's desk, where papers were littered everywhere. The papers had Cybertronian language written all over them, and folders with weapon information were stacked neatly on the side of his desk. It was strange to see folders on the side stacked neatly with papers littering the desk.

Mega Blast sighed inwardly, and then looked back up at the two mechs.

"Now…I am going to call Rumble, Frenzy, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe to my office…" he began. "We will question them."

Prowl nodded slightly to acknowledge that he heard him, while Tarantulus did nothing. Mega Blast pressed the mike that would allow his voice to be heard all over Cybertron, and spoke into it, "Rumble, Frenzy, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe, report to your Lord High Protector's office at once."

"What did you two do now?" Ultra Magnus asked Sides and Sunny. They were in the mess hall when they heard Mega Blast's voice over the speakers.

"Nothing, we swear!" they both responded simultaneously. "We didn't do anything!" they nervously hopped out of their seats and met up with Rumble and Frenzy at the door. Rumble and Frenzy had tried to persuade their father that they had done nothing to aggravate Mega Blast, but he wouldn't listen.

"Do you think someone blamed something on us that we actually didn't do?" Frenzy asked aloud as the pranksters walked down the east hallway.

"Maybe, but who?" Sideswipe wondered.

"We'll soon find out," Rumble sighed.

"But we're really innocent this time!" Sunstreaker protested.

"We know!" the other three yelled back at him. They passed by Firestar and Moonracer on the way to Mega Blast's quarters.

"What did you four do this time?" Moonracer asked as they passed.

"Nothing!" all four shouted.

"No need to raise your voice," Firestar chuckled lightly.

"What's so funny?" Rumble called back. He got no answer from the femmes.

All four sighed in unison, and said nothing more on their walk. They reached Mega Blast's office in silence.

"Prowlie!" Sideswipe gasped in shock. He was the first in the office, and was astonished to see Prowl and Tarantulus in front of Mega Blast.

"You ratted on us?" Sunstreaker exclaimed.

"No!" Prowl sighed. "No, I didn't –"

"Then why are you here?" Rumble retorted.

"Silence," Mega Blast calmly ordered. "I will be the one asking the questions."

Dead silence followed his command.

"Have any of you four ever seen this picture?" Mega Blast gestured to the spider picture that was now laid across his desk, hiding the littered papers.

"Whoa!" Sunny squeaked when he saw the picture in shock.

"No," the other three answered truthfully for all of them.

"No?" Mega Blast echoed. "No? You say no?" he turned to Tarantulus with a "what's-going-on" look.

"They are obviously lying, Lord Mega Blast," Tarantulus growled. "You can't trust them."

"You can too!" Rumble protested.

"It's him you can't trust!" Sideswipe pointed at the spider. Prowl remained silent, not sure who to trust. But then again, better the pranksters than the spider any day.

Mega Blast closed his optics for a brief moment, then opened them once more. "I do not know what is fiction and what is truth. For that matter, I will now scan the picture and see who has touched it." When he said that, he had the air all tight around him, telling the others that they did not have the authority to scan it too. Only Mega Blast did.

"Why didn't you do that from the beginning?" Sideswipe innocently asked.

Mega Blast glared at him, but answered, "I hoped that somebody would be telling the absolute truth and declare that he did it." He then projected a scanning gun from out of his shoulder, and allowed the rays to travel all over the picture. He frowned, then looked up.

"What are the results?" Prowl asked.

Mega Blast turned his red optics onto the pranksters, who jumped in surprise. "You four, out of my office, now."

The four quickly flooded out and ran back to the mess hall, but agreed that they would ask Prowl who the real culprit was. If Prowl found out, anyways.

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In Willow's quarters, she was wiping the energon off of Moon. Moon had stopped leaking and was now enjoying being Willow's center of attention.

"Why isn't this coming off?" Willow murmured to herself, dabbing at the black energon on Moon's shoulder. "I better take you to Ratchet." She picked Moon up, and exited her room.

Moon let out excited chirps as she was being carried in the open wind of Cybertron. The hospital/clinic was in a separate building than the main control base of Cybertron.

"Look, it's Comet." Willow pointed to the dock, where Comet was talking with her brother. "Orion Pax is a dockworker, and Comet's older brother besides Mega Blast. Remember them?"

Moon cocked her head to one side.

Comet was watching Orion work, arms crossed over her chest plate. "So," she was saying. "Why don't you quit your boring job as a dockworker and join in the military instead of helping out in the community?"

"Why ask me this?" Orion asked her. "Did Mega Blast send you?"

"No, actually I sent myself. I'm asking you this because you are wasting your life as a dockworker! You have so much more potential being a warrior!" Comet explained.

"I don't know if I should accept that as a compliment or an insult, Comet," Orion told her. "I enjoy my job as is."

Comet rolled her optics, "Please?"

"Oh, look." Willow pointed to Jazz and Bumblebee. The two mechs were eavesdropping on Comet and Orion, and Willow wanted to find out why. Curiously, she sidled over to them silently, and tapped Jazz on his shoulder plate. He jumped in surprise, and turned around without making a noise.

"What is yo problem?" Jazz whispered to Willow.

Bumblebee almost let out a squeak of surprise, but contained it.

"Why are you eavesdropping?" Willow asked them.

"Well…we're not…exactly…uh…eavesdropping," Bumblebee said.

"No? Then what are you doing?" Willow prompted. Moon giggled, and watched the two mechs.

"Er – I was gonna go see Comet," Jazz explained. "But she was talkin' with her bro, so I was gonna wait…but then I ended up over-hearin' what th' two were talkin' about."

"Ah. And you?" she turned to Bee, clearly not buying Jazz's excuse.

"I was gonna go see Comet too," Bee responded.

"Hmm…"

"Comet's righ' though," Jazz changed the subject. "Orion shouldn' be a dockworker! Ya know that th' elections for head o' state o' Cybertron is comin' up, righ'?" without waiting for an answer, he continued, "I think I'm gunna nominate Orion ta become th' head o' state!"

"What?" Willow and Bee both exclaimed softly. "He's not gonna like it!"

"Yea well, I made up mah mind!" With that, Jazz began strutting off towards the main control base building of Cybertron.

"What about you talking with Comet?" Willow sent him a private message.

"I'll talk ta her later," Jazz responded.

"What is this?" Comet had heard their whisperings and had detected them on her radar. Her head poked around the corner of where they were hiding behind, and they jumped.

"Jazz, I see you!" she called after him.

Jazz turned around, but still walking backwards, he waved at her. Then he winked, and transformed into his Cybertronian vehicle. He drove off to base without another glance.

"Hey!" Comet stepped one foot out, but knew that Jazz had already gotten too much of a head start. She didn't try to run after him, but instead looked at Bumblebee, Willow, and Moon.

"Hey Moon," she cooed, smiling at the ecstatic sparkling. "What are you doing here?" she asked Willow.

"I was going to go to the medical bay," Willow pointed to the building not that far away from the dock. "Moon has these stains of energon that won't come off," she explained.

"How did she get those?" Comet had never seen black energon before.

Willow explained what she had seen when she came into Moon's room. She also mentioned that Prowl and Tarantulus were probably now in Mega Blast's office, discussing the matter.

"Oh, that's how come Mega Blast called the pranksters to his room," Comet recalled the announcement. "He probably thought they stuck the picture above Moon's bed."

"They didn't though!" Bumblebee pinched in.

"I don't think they did either," Comet agreed. "I know that they are troublemakers, but they wouldn't want to scare an innocent sparkling." She turned slightly to Bumblebee, who had just spoken. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh… I wanted to talk to you," Bumblebee answered slowly. Willow chuckled, and stepped away from the two.

"I'll leave you two alone then," she smiled. She left with Moon, curious to hear what they were going to talk about, but respecting their privacy.

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"What are the results?" Prowl repeated after Mega Blast had excused the pranksters from his office.

Mega Blast stood up from his chair, allowing Prowl's anxiousness to grow. He took his time pacing, and making Prowl insane.

"Who did it?" Prowl demanded a little more harshly.

"Patience, Prowl." Mega Blast circled around the two mechs and his desk three times before slowly answering: "I never … expected the results that I got…"

"Yeah? Who was it?" Prowl asked again.

"My results were of…a robot that we…or at least I … have never heard about," Mega Blast responded. "Unfamiliar tracings, unrecognizable markings over the spider…obviously someone new is trying to frame Tarantulus."

"I told you it wasn't me," Tarantulus spat.

"What?" Prowl stood up. "An unknown robot placed that picture above Moon's recharge bed? An unknown robot that nobody knows about is roaming around our main control base?!"

"Sit down, soldier," Mega Blast glared. "I will organize our patrols to find this…mysterious robot." He turned his back on both mechs. "You're both excused."

Prowl could not accept that small of an explanation, but what else could he do? He ran out of the office to Willow's quarters, to tell her of the news and to see if Moon was okay. When he found out that neither femme was in Willow's quarters, he ran out of the building. Tarantulus calmly walked out and went to his lair, wondering whom the unknown robot could be.

Mega Blast called Starscream, Comet, Soundwave, Ultra Magnus, Jetfire, and Jazz to his office. He waited patiently for them to arrive.

Starscream was in the middle of an oil bath, and was frustrated when Mega Blast called him.

"Once again, you interrupted my oil bath," Starscream muttered on his way to Mega Blast's office.

Comet was talking with Bumblebee outside when she received her brother's message. Bee was nervously stuttering through every sentence which made it difficult for Comet to follow what the yellow mech was saying.

"Bumblebee, you need to speak clearly and slowly," Comet interrupted him. "But right now, I have to go to Mega Blast's office. Sorry."

"Oh...it-it's o-okay." Bumblebee sighed in relief on the inside. Why was it so hard to talk with Comet? They had been best friends ever since they met – why is it suddenly he can't talk with her? They were talking to each other like best buds (which they were) yesterday…what happened now? He was trying to tell Comet that he wanted to be one of the commanders in her squadron, but nothing was coming out the way it should've. Instead, he knew that Comet had heard something similar to: "I want…be with…you…in…" His words just hadn't come out straight; they were low and mumbled.

Comet smiled and left, going up to her brother's quarters. Bee sighed, and headed back to find Sunny and Sides, who should've been released from Mega Blast's office by now.

Soundwave was asking Rumble and Frenzy what their meeting with Mega Blast was about when he received the message. He told them to explain it to him later unless Mega Blast explained it to him at the meeting.

Ultra Magnus and Jetfire were training together with Ironhide and Kup (not a good combination) at the gym when they excused themselves. They wondered if this meeting had anything to do with why Mega Blast had called up Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Rumble, and Frenzy to his office earlier.

Jazz was walking to his quarters when he had to turn around and head to Mega Blast's office instead. He passed Red Alert on the way, and was curious why the paranoid robot looked even more paranoid than usual. He asked if he was okay but received no answer.

Mega Blast waited in his now faintly lit office. His red optics gleamed in the shadow, and his silvery-black armor glinted in what light there was left. The spider picture was in front of him, the white side up and the real picture down, and with each new arrival it received more stares. Comet went to stand next to her brother, while Starscream followed her. Soundwave went to Mega Blast's other side, while Jetfire, Ultra Magnus, and Jazz went to stand in front of Mega Blast's desk.

"You called?" Starscream asked as silence ensued their arrival.

"Yes." Mega Blast shifted in his seat. "This," he gestured to the picture, "was placed above Moon's bed last night, and frightened her when she awoke from her recharge. Does it look familiar to any of you, or do you know if any bot had planned to perform a prank on a sparkling?"

"No." All of them shook their heads.

"My scanners picked up an alien signature on this spider." Mega Blast flipped the picture over so they could all see the hideous insect.

Everyone Mega Blast had called all scanned the picture, and found out that he was right. They didn't know of the energy signature either.

"Starscream and Jetfire, I want you two to organize air patrols to search Cybertron through a jet's-eye-view. Soundwave and Ultra Magnus, interrogate all of our soldiers and use this…" he handed both of them a small, white, rectangular-shaped box that had a needle resting on the left side of a scale that ranged from 1-100. "That is a lie detector. Although I know that you, Soundwave, can somewhat read minds, I want you and Ultra Magnus to use them. If the needle goes to the right in any way, that means that either the bot you are interrogating is lying or feels stress and uncomfortable about answering the question; that's when you bring them to me."

"Yes, sir," Ultra Magnus nodded.

"As you command," Soundwave droned.

"Comet…and Jazz." Mega Blast turned to his sister and the special operations leader. "I want you two to send out automobile patrols to search for anything…unrecognizable; anything that is out of the ordinary."

"Can you clarify that, please?" Comet asked.

Mega Blast gave her a look that clearly read that he expected her to understand exactly what he was saying. Comet's metal lip plates twisted to one side, but she said no more.

"You are all excused now." Mega Blast finished.

They all left his office, each going with their respective partner to organize the patrols. Starscream and Jetfire headed off to find the other aircraft-transforming bots, to inform them of their mission. Starscream led a group that consisted of Thundercracker, Skywarp, Astro train, Dirge, and Springer to scout northeast, east, and southwest of the main base on Cybertron. Jetfire took Ramjet, Blitzwing, Blackout, Blaze Master, and Brainstorm to scout northwest, west, and southwest of the main base on Cybertron. Comet asked Bumblebee, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Barricade, and Bluestreak to accompany her to scout north of the base. Jazz took Ironhide, Chromia, Moonracer, First Aid, Hyperdrive, and Motorhead to scout with him south of the base. Ultra Magnus and Soundwave interrogated each and every bot within sixteen miles of the base, because the robot that placed the spider over Moon's bed couldn't have gotten that far away yet. It was a slow, painful, and not a very effective process.

"Anything yet?" Mega Blast asked Starscream over a comm link one-twelfth of an orn later. (Two Earth hours)

"No, Mega Blast," came Starscream's response.

"Anything, Comet?" Mega Blast spoke with his sister instead.

"Sorry but no. Mega Blast, this is getting us nowhere! We're just wasting our energon and power cells." Comet complained.

Mega Blast sighed. "I wouldn't have organized such a large patrol for Moon and Prowl if it weren't for the fact that we have a mysterious and unknown robot roaming around Cybertron undetected. Everything's getting out of control now."

"That's just the problem, Mega Blast," Comet sighed too. "We don't have a head of state. I know, I know, the elections are coming up soon, but I think we need to bring it up even closer. Without the head of state balancing everything out equally with you, the Lord High Protector of Cybertron, everything's unbalanced. I'm not saying that you're not doing your job as best as you can, but I'm just saying that…maybe…you need…a little help…" Comet reluctantly let out.

There was silence on the other end for a few minutes before Mega Blast responded lowly, "I will not admit that I need help, but I do agree with you that we need to bring the election up sooner than the set date."

"Okay."

"Would you care to explain why you suddenly want a head of state working alongside your brother?" Mega Blast was not questioning his final decision, but rather questioning what made Comet truly bring up the subject of having a head of state.

"Like I said, with a head of state, you and whoever it is can work together. Not only to find this unknown robot, but to protect Cybertron in more than one way."

"Would you care to elaborate on that?" Mega Blast sarcastically requested.

"There has to be more than one way to fight off enemies than battling them. We could try negotiating, for instance," Comet suggested.

"You hang around Orion far too much, Comet," Mega Blast growled.

"He's my brother, too." Comet argued.

"Yes, but sometimes he doesn't always have the correct view on everything."

"Well, neither do you, no offense."

"Excuse me?"

"Instead of fighting and defeating our enemies, why don't we try to become allies with them, if not friends? Maybe we could teach other fighting skills, and perhaps find a way to coexist with one another?" Comet pointed out.

"Why would we want to do that? We are perfectly fine on our own. Living with another species would be like living with the Quintessons again. You never know if they might betray us and make them their slaves if they just so happen to be stronger than us, which I highly doubt," he added. "Negotiating just isn't an option, Comet. It's either you lose or you win."

Comet sighed. Her brother just didn't seem to understand the concepts of making-friends-will-help-you or alliances-will-prevail-if-both-sides-put-in-enough-effort. Mega Blast wasn't even trying. He was too obsessed with peace-through-tyranny to care about the real welfare of the Cybertronians. Mega Blast assumed that winning each battle will mean that everybody will be safe and happy, and maybe that's true, but not everybody will be happy to see more dead aliens on their planet every two months.

"Mega Blast –" Comet started.

"Comet, enough. Report at the end of the day to me." Mega Blast cut off communication the same time Comet scoffed.

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"So what is it, Ratchet?" Willow worriedly whispered. She was standing in the med bay, next to a bored Moon who was on a metal bed. The CMO looked over his test results again, confused.

"The readings are off the chart…" Ratchet muttered. "This black-colored energon isn't Transformer energon. It's…some sort of alien liquid."

"What's that mean?" Willow demanded.

"It means that whoever placed the spider picture above Moon's recharge bed is unknown to us. It's not poisonous, although it may be contagious."

"Contagious? What do you mean contagious?" Willow asked in a hushed tone. Moon blinked once, and raised her blue optics to Ratchet's. She was drinking in all the words and was quickly looking them up in her own dictionary.

"Moon might have to be isolated from everybody until this black energon wears off," Ratchet replied.

"What?! Why?! What does it do?"

Ratchet hesitantly answered. "This is just my guess, but I believe that it is a tracer of a weapon that was created about the same time I came online, but the weapon was banned from Cybertron because of how destructive it could be."

"What are you talking about? Explain more," Willow commanded.

Ratchet narrowed his optics. "Now I'm starting to remember everything…many eons ago when I was created, there was a weapon that's similar to the modern-day missile that would eradicate anything that's one thousand miles within its vicinity. I haven't seen one for the obvious reason it was banned, but I seem to remember a femme created this weapon. I don't know if she is still alive, but she wasn't much older than me. The femme's name was Meteor, I believe. Let me check my memory banks…yes, her name was Meteor. She was black, blue, and purple in color, and if I remember correctly she could transform into a jet. She created the weapon because she wasn't happy with the way A3 or Alpha Trion was rebelling against the Quintessons."

"Why wasn't she happy with the rebellion? Did she want to a slave of the Quintessons for eternity?" Willow asked.

"No, it's not that," Ratchet sighed. "It's a long story."

"Well make it short, Ratchet. I need to know what I can do to help Prowl's sister!" Willow begged.

Ratchet sighed once more, then nodded. "Okay. Meteor was just about the favorite robot of all the Quintessons. Don't ask me why, because I don't know. Like I said, she was created before I was, so I don't know what she did to impress them so much, and everyone I asked a long time ago is either dead now or didn't want to share that information with me. She was planning to rebel against the Quintessons herself so that she could become our leader in their place. Alpha Trion led the rebellion before Meteor could destroy the Quintessons. The Quintessons were chased off the planet, and Meteor couldn't follow them, because she had a new target then: Alpha Trion."

"I don't understand…" Willow slowly shook her head. "How do you know that she was planning to rebel against the Quintessons by herself and with no army?"

"I'm getting to that part!" Ratchet sighed. "I feel like Kup…telling old stories…speaking of Kup, you can ask him or Ironhide instead of hearing it from –"

"Continue, Ratchet," Willow interrupted.

"Well, Meteor wanted to destroy Alpha Trion and become the leader of all the robots. She had the weapon ready and planned to use on the Quintessons the day after Alpha Trion led his unexpected attack. Instead, she unleashed it onto Alpha Trion. However, she had mistaken his brother, Desert Wind, for him. She didn't know those two apart, she had always confused them. While Desert Wind was on a planet close to Cybertron, Alpha Trion was halfway across the universe. Don't ask why, it's been a long time since then and I don't fully remember, but I think he was on some kind of reconnaissance mission. Anyways, Meteor had launched one of her weapons to the planet where Desert Wind was on, killing him and other bots. Alpha Trion ordered her executed, but somehow she managed to escape before she died. I wasn't there when she escaped, but Alpha Trion sure was. You can go ask him how Meteor escaped, but I don't think she could have lived very long after her execution date."

"Okay so you know that she escaped before she could get executed but you don't know for sure if she died afterwards? How can you assume this?"

"It only makes logical sense."

"But you're still living."

Ratchet glared at her. "Yes I am, but for eighteen thousand vorns after here escape, Meteor was hunted. We had no trace of her…but there's always a possibility that she might've died."

"So that's why you couldn't find her?"

"It's just a possibility, and one that us Cybertronians have been sticking to for a very long time now. Nobody except Kup, myself, and Ironhide probably remember her."

"So where does the black energon tie in with all of this?" Willow asked. Moon fidgeted uncomfortably on her seat.

"Meteor created, along with the weapon, a black form of energon her weapon could lock on to, which made it virtually impossible to dodge. She didn't manage to get the black energon on Desert Wind, but she managed to get it on his spaceship, the R.M., or reconnaissance master. Desert Wind and Alpha Trion both went on recon because of missing robots found dead. Although one escaped whatever had captured him, his information didn't help much. He claimed he remembered approaching a purple colored planet with black smoke in the air then leaving it. The R.M. entered the same planet's atmosphere, but they didn't realize where they were. When they got out of the black smoke and saw the energon on the ship, at first they just thought it was residue from the smoke, but when it didn't wear off, they sent a transmission to Cybertron informing the base of the energon-like substance. Not long after they sent the transmission, the weapon penetrated the R.M.'s defenses, and destroyed it"

"How do you know that the black energon attracts the weapon?" Willow asked, confused. Moon wasn't understanding Ratchet's explanation either.

"Ask Perceptor. He can give you a fully detailed answer."

"No thank you. I'm asking you, Ratchet."

Ratchet sighed for the third time. "After Meteor's capture, she was held hostage and questioned. She likely assumed her life was going to end soon anyway, so she decided to tell us everything. She told us that there were a million more weapons like the one she used to kill Desert Wind with, hidden everywhere on Cybertron. She was then forced to reveal their locations, and they were all discarded and prohibited from Cybertron. It would seem like there are still some of Meteor's weapons remaining; nobody really believed that Meteor had told us everything."

"So why didn't you force more out of her?" Willow pressed.

"She wouldn't answer," Ratchet simply answered.

"So you tried?"

"Yes. We failed miserably."

"I see…"

"I truly believe now that if the black liquid is back among us, then so is the weapon. The question is, is Meteor alive?"

"Did Meteor have a partner to work with…anyone she hung around with a lot?" Willow asked.

"No, I believe not," Ratchet answered.

"Then she was the only one that knew about the weapon and where more were stored, correct?"

"How am I supposed to know? I'm a medic, not a psychic! But yes, I do believe you are correct."

"Then that only means one thing," Willow gasped.

"Meteor is back," Ratchet finished her thought. He ran to his office to look through his stuff and hopefully find an ancient sample of the black liquid that Kup had stored and given to him for safe keeping, but he paused halfway.

"What's going on?" Willow asked.

Ratchet turned to her with serious blue optics. "I'm not sure. Mega Blast called me to the rec room."

"Why?" Willow wondered.

"How am I supposed to know? I will try to find the answer to Meteor and the black liquid when I have a free chance Willow," Ratchet promised. "I need to report to Mega Blast right now."

"Okay." Willow nodded, and left the medical bay with Moon.

"Wait!" Ratchet yelled after her.

"What?!"

"The black liquid is contagious!" Ratchet reminded her.

"Slaggit! What do I do?" Willow panicked.

It killed Ratchet to say the next part. "I think we should leave her alone in a cell."

"What?!" Willow screeched. "Never! Prowl will never agree to it – I will never agree to it!"

"There is no other option, unless you'd like to be infected with it and possibly die," Ratchet solemnly told her.

"But you're not even sure yet if this is the black liquid that is used to attract the weapon of Meteor's!" Willow protested.

"Willow, I need to go. Make sure nobody else gets the black liquid on them!" Prowl told her.

"How do you even know it's contagious?! You never had a case of it! I think you're wrong!" With that, Willow left the room with Moon in her arms. She went back to her quarters, not knowing that Prowl just entered the med bay through the front entrance seconds after she left through a side exit.

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"So you find absolutely no trace of anything unusual anywhere?" Mega Blast summarized all results the four groups had gotten at the end of the day in the conference room.

"There was nothing," Comet reported for her group again.

"All behavior is normal," Soundwave reported.

"The lie detector never moved an inch once," Ultra Magnus added.

"Nothing in the air," Starscream announced.

"Nothing in the air," Jetfire repeated.

"That does fit in with what Ratchet told me earlier today…" Mega Blast thought to himself.

"What? What did Ratchet tell you earlier today?" Comet asked, being nosy as she was.

"He told me…well…to make long story short: an ancient Transformer named Meteor – she goes back all the way to the Quintessons – created a fatal weapon with destructive force that comes along with a black liquid that attracts the weapon to it."

"So you're saying that the black liquid on Moon isn't energon at all, but some sort of tracer?" Jetfire's optics widened.

Mega Blast nodded.

Comet gasped. "But why Moon? What did she ever do?"

"She was created," Starscream pointed out.

"So what? What does that have to do with anything?" Comet asked.

"This is only Ratchet's opinion," Mega Blast pointed out. "He might be right, but there's equal chance that he may be wrong."

"Do ya think he's righ' o' wrong?" Jazz asked Mega Blast.

"I'd like to think that he's wrong, but everything's pointing to Meteor."

"Meteor? Meteor as in a meteor comet?" Comet perked up, just realizing this. "Does this mean that she is related to me or something?"

"No, of course not!" Mega Blast shook his head. "If she was, she'd be related to me, and I do know that she is not. You two may have similar names but that doesn't mean you're related."

"Yeah, like Starscream an' Sunscream," Jazz pointed out. Starscream glared at the silver mech.

"All right, you are dismissed," Mega Blast sighed.

"Wait, what are we gonna do?" Comet asked.

"What do you mean, what are we gonna do?" Mega Blast looked up at his sister from the results of the lie detector. (A/N: There is a history like thing on it that shows Mega Blast who the lie detector tried to find lies from and the results)

"What are we going to do about Moon and the black liquid? I mean, what if Ratchet's right?"

"There's nothing we can do about it then," Mega Blast shrugged. "If the CMO can't find a way to get rid of the liquid, how can we? Do you believe in fate, Comet?"

Nobody had left yet.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" Without waiting for an answer, Comet went on, "What's your point?"

"My point is what if Moon was meant to have the black liquid dripped on her? What if the spider picture was meant to be above her recharge bed?" Mega Blast queried.

"Why in the name of Primus would it be placed above her recharge bed?" Comet asked in an exasperated tone.

"Maybe because it's a sign?" Jetfire suggested.

"What do you mean a sign?" Comet asked.

"A sign that maybe…we are about to come across our greatest enemy so far?" Jetfire thought aloud.

"So whoever it is decided to pick on Moon? How did they even get the spider picture above her bed? I don't think it's possible for him/her to have even been able to get to her recharge room because of all our tight security. They must have had some bot from the inside working for them…like, say…Tarantulus?"

"Comet, why are you so intent on getting Tarantulus in the middle?" Mega Blast sighed.

"Because he might very well be the culprit, Mega Blast!"

"If he was, then wouldn't we have picked up his energy signatures on the spider instead of an anonymous robot's?" Mega Blast challenged.

"Well…yeah…" Comet looked down. "Maybe it wasn't him…but someone else who has the ability of just lifting the picture up with gravitational powers?"

Mega Blast shook his head. "What exactly are gravitational powers?"

"When you use gravity to lift the picture up without actually touching it," Comet explained. "If I remember correctly, then I believe Crash has similar powers to those."

"Then wouldn't we still have picked up his energy signatures? We're not looking for his fingerprints or pieces of his metal, Comet. We found someone else's energy signature," Mega Blast pointed out. Comet sighed, and shrugged.

"Then I have no idea."

"You are all dismissed," Mega Blast repeated. "If we have no further trouble with this black liquid, then we will merely pretend it never happened."

Outside, Jazz, Jetfire, Comet, and Ultra Magnus were infuriated. As the group walked away from the conference room to the rec room, they conversed with one another.

"Pretend like it never happened?!" Magnus echoed. "How can you do that? If one sparkling has been smeared with black liquid on one shoulder how can we know that we're not going to be next?"

"Whatevah happens ta one may happen ta anothah," Jazz agreed.

"I, for one, couldn't care less what happens to that insignificant little sparkling," Starscream claimed. "She is nothing but a bunch of trouble."

Soundwave "coughed".

"I was nothing but a bunch of trouble when I was a sparkling too, Starscream," Comet reminded him. "She's not insignificant. Another femme just means more generations for us."

"I understand that, but you've never been smeared with black liquid such as this, now have you?" Starscream asked.

"Obviously not, but you should still care about what happens because it may not stop with Moon," Comet told him.

"Then why don't we just get rid of the problem altogether so we are all safe?" he suggested.

"Starscream!" Comet, Jetfire, Jazz, and Ultra Magnus all snapped. Soundwave didn't say anything.

"What? If we want to keep everyone safe –" Starscream started.

"That doesn't mean we have to kill Moon," Ultra Magnus growled.

"Prowl will have you offlined forever if you did so," Jetfire pointed out to his comrade.

"Prowl is a lower rank than I am, and Mega Blast is our direct leader. Since I am closer to being leader than he is, Prowl would never be able to make me offline," Starscream puffed his chest out proudly.

Comet scoffed. "This is a pointless argument. What we have to do is just keep our security even tighter than before. I think we should all have lie detectors."

"When have you been speaking for us all?" Soundwave finally spoke.

"I'm not speaking for us all; I'm suggesting it for us all," Comet clarified.

Soundwave didn't believe her.

"Anyways, I need to attend to my armor…an oil bath sounds nice." Starscream veered off direction from the rec room to his quarters, leaving the others behind. Soon after he left, Jetfire told the others that he needed to go to his laboratory and see if there was anything in there that he could help Moon with.

"Good luck," Magnus called after him.

"What are we gonna do?" Comet sighed after a silence followed Jetfire's absence.

"We ah gonna walk thru those doors ta th' rec room an' see whaz goin' on in there," Jazz told her.

Outside the rec room doors, gossiping and possibly hiding, were Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. They were giggling together and whispering, but once they saw the group approaching, they straightened their backs and tried to look important.

"What were you two doing?" Ultra Magnus asked suspiciously.

"Absolutely nothin'," Sideswipe claimed.

"Just chillin'," Sunstreaker added.

"Yes, of course you were…you do all the time." Ultra Magnus absentmindedly just excused their negligence to their duties and walked passed them and into the rec room. Soundwave followed him without even glancing at the twins, looking for his set of twins.

"Anothah prank?" Jazz guessed after the other two mature mechs were out of hearing range.

"Yup," Sideswipe nodded.

"Even during this crisis? How can you be having fun while Moon might die, when we all might die if a huge weapon comes toward us?" Comet asked.

"What are you talking about?" Sunstreaker narrowed his optics.

"If you're talking about the black liquid, then where have you been for the past two minutes, dudette? Haven't you heard?" Sideswipe asked incredulously.

"What are you talking about now?"

"Ratchet figured out how to get rid of the black liquid after he was called to Mega Blast's office. He just managed to get every last bit off about two minutes ago, then came in here to relax with some high-grade," Sunstreaker explained.

"You didn't hear?" Sideswipe asked with huge, round blue optics.

"No…" Jazz and Comet both shook their heads.

The twins gasped. "No way! We knew something you two didn't!" they both sang in unison, dancing around in a happy circle. They kept dancing, and then hugged the two silver bots shortly.

Comet and Jazz exchanged angry glances. The twins stopped dancing, suddenly looking serious.

"Okay well, right now we're busy –" Sideswipe started.

"– But we love you two like family –" Sunstreaker continued.

"– However we really need you two –" Sideswipe kept it on.

"– To go inside the rec room –" Sunstreaker added.

"– And leave us alone –" Sideswipe nodded.

"–Get –" Sunstreaker and Sideswipe both pointed to the rec room doors which were only about four feet away from them.

Jazz and Comet both gawked at the two twins.

"Hurry up and get in there before you miss our prank!" both twins cried simultaneously, now starting to push the two inside the room.

"Why you impudent little –" Comet glared.

"How dare ya talk ta us like that?" Jazz was only playing, but it seemed like Comet was taking their disrespect (even though they were older than her) seriously.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah enjoy your time in there you two!" With one final push, the red and yellow twins got the silver bots into the large room, and closed the huge doors.

"Comet!! Jazz!!" Rumble and Frenzy ran over to their two best friends, running away from their father.

"Is it true?" Comet demanded.

"Is what true?" Frenzy asked, perplexed.

"Did Ratchet really find a way to get the black liquid off of Moon?"

"Yeah," Rumble nodded.

"Moon's over there with Prowl and Willow," Frenzy pointed. Comet and Jazz turned to where he was pointing a metallic finger at, and saw that the red, blue, and purple femme was indeed sitting on a table in front of Prowl and Willow, who were having some energon cubes. She was perfectly fine, with not a single stain on her.

"No way!" Comet looked around for Ratchet, trying to detect the medical bot. The twins outside had said that he was in there, refreshing himself with some high-grade. They also said that they were ready to perform a prank…She wanted to know how he got the black liquid off of Moon's shoulder.

"Ratchet!" Comet finally pinpointed his location, and ran off toward him with Jazz, Rumble, and Frenzy following. The chief medical officer was sitting on a high metallic chair at a long table, and in front of him seemed to be what resembled a bar, where a femme named Flareup served high-grade and energon.

"Primus, no," Ratchet looked over his shoulder and sighed when he saw who had called him. "I need a break…" he moaned. "I was enjoying the beatific time…alone."

"Ratchet!" Comet sat down next to him, with the others plopping down on seats around them.

"What do you want?" Ratchet sipped his high-grade first, then asked the question.

"I wanna know how you managed to get the black liquid off of Moon," Comet told him.

Ratchet slammed his high-grade down on the table. He swayed on his seat, and closed his optics. He burped once, then swayed even more silently. He was obviously drunk.

"Ratchet?" Comet, Jazz, Rumble, and Frenzy had never seen the CMO burp, or sway…they never saw him drunk.

"Ew," Comet scooted away from Ratchet.

"What are we gonna do now? He's intoxicated!" Frenzy complained.

"Ratch?" Jazz waved a hand in front of Ratchet's face. The medical bot continued swaying from side to side, not concentrating on the real world.

Orion Pax sighed, and stretched his back. He was finally done with his work for the day. Walking off the dock he headed toward where he undoubtedly thought Comet would be: in the rec room.

Nearing the doors to the rec room while conversing with Kup, the two mechs noticed Sunstreaker and Sideswipe standing in front of either side of the closed rec room doors. Sunstreaker was on the left, Sideswipe on the right. They seemed to have this little miniature screen in front of them that extended out of their wrist, a screen normally used for scanning and seeing their results if you didn't use your battle visor for that.

"What are you two doing?" Kup had crept up behind Sunny while Orion crept up on Sides. The twins were absorbed in watching their screens they didn't notice the two mechs approaching.

Before Kup had given away their position, both mechs watched the screen for a while. On it, they saw that they were both watching Ratchet get drunk.

"WHOA!" both the twins immediately shut their screens off, and leapt around.

"Comet?!" Orion noticed that Comet seemed to be quite repulsed and nervous of a drunken Ratchet. She was on the very edge of her chair, leaning against Jazz.

"You saw nothing," Sideswipe grinned innocently. Orion glared at him.

"I saw everything," he growled. He pushed open the doors to the rec room and quickly headed over to where he saw a drunk Ratchet…singing?!

Comet screamed and ran over to him. Ratchet seemed to be over-drunk, and he was standing on the "bar" table. He was about to grab Comet to come sing/dance with him, but she ran away before he could. Jazz, Frenzy, and Rumble had all fled as well.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF PRIMUS HAS HAPPENED TO RATCHET!?" Ultra Magnus yelped. He originally was ordering a high-grade from Flareup when Ratchet jumped up onto the table in front of him, and started dancing!

Comet screamed and hid her head behind Orion. "Ratchet is freaking me out!" she screeched.

Ratchet swung his metal hips from side to side and pointed a finger up to the ceiling, dancing to some silent music. He nodded his head, optics still closed, then began singing/yelling:

"On the twelfth day of Christmas a robot showed to me…

Twelve transformers

Eleven officers

Ten bots-a-battling

Nine energon swords

Eight transformations

Seven F-22s flying

Six cassettes pranking

Five cannons

Four engines-a-revving

Three bumblebees

Two jazzy cats

And a hatchet with great abilities"

"Two jazzy cats?" Jazz echoed, his right optic huge and his left one small.

"Three bumblebees?" Bumblebee nervously laughed.

"Primus! Ratchet's singing about Christmas!" Flareup covered her mouth.

"That was more than fifty orns ago, you dumb metalhead!" Rumble laughed. Frenzy was offline temporarily because he laughed too much. Before Rumble joined him, he laughed, "Ratchet just said a hatchet with great abilities!!!"

"Make him stop, make him stop, make him stop!" Comet covered her audio receptors, moaning. Ratchet was beginning to sing another song again ("S-U-N-N-Y! S-U-N-N-Y! S-U-N-N-Y! AND SUNNY WAS HIS NAME-O! THERE WAS A BOT WHO PLAYED BALLET AND SUNNY WAS HIS NAME-O!")

"What?! I do not play ballet! What the frag is ballet anyway?" Sunstreaker stormed into the rec room. His brother did not join him until Kup dragged his unconscious body in.

"What happened to Sideswipe?" Comet asked.

"He became offline temporarily because of laughter," Kup sighed. He glanced over at Ratchet, who was singing…again…quite badly. "Someone has got to stop him!"

The rec room was silent, all optics on Ratchet, who was the only one making the noise. He was stamping his foot on the table, slowly and deliberately.

"Aw this is just too good!" Sunstreaker absolutely refused to succumb to fainting – he had to get this on tape.

"What on Cybertron is going on here?" Mega Blast's voice boomed from the doorway.

"Mega Blast! Thank Primus you're here! We have to stop Ratchet! He's drunk and singing out of his wits!" Comet ran over to her other brother with Orion behind her.

"Ratchet's singing was the awful squawking I was hearing?" Mega Blast looked repelled. He looked over at Ratchet, who was now still on top of the table, scaring everybody away. He was doing the Macarena and singing: "If I could fall into the sky…do you think time…would pass me by? Cause you know I'd use a thousand tools if I could just repair you…tonight."

"DEAR LORD!" Mega Blast covered his audio receptors as well, shaken. He felt as if he were literally sent to the pit and back, now being tortured by Ratchet for whatever misdemeanors he may have done.

"Aw shaddup Ratchet!" Skywarp yelled. He walked over to Ratchet to kick him off the table and perhaps be lionized, but instead…

"HELP ME!" Skywarp hollered. He had hovered over to Ratchet and was about to kick his head when Ratchet grabbed his foot and pulled him on the table beside him, now dancing with him.

"NO!!!" Skywarp screamed. Ratchet forced him into skipping along with Cotton Eyed-Joe, even if there wasn't any music.

Comet had to crack up at this. The only one not laughing in the room now was Soundwave – even Mega Blast had a hard time stifling his laughter, and eventually gave up.

"OH Primus, Oh Primus!" Sunstreaker grabbed at his spark compartment, coughing. "I need…oh Primus! I need to relax!" he couldn't relax, however. Watching Skywarp being forced to dance along with Ratchet was too hilarious a sight.

"Skywarp, just warp outta there!" Thundercracker yelled between fits of laughter. Skywarp did so, and safely warped beside Thundercracker again. The blue, black, and kind of white jet roared with laughter, while the purple, black, and sort of white jet glared death at Ratchet.

"Party-pooper!" Ratchet's voice was sort of high-pitched now, the effects of the high-grader starting to slowly, very slowly take part in its climax.

"How did Ratchet end up like this?" Comet was leaking like a waterfall. Moon, Prowl, and Willow were all laughing, but they all also looked disturbed. While laughing and clapping, Moon waved her right hand to the side. Her right hand had been pointing towards Ratchet, and just like that – whoosh! Ratchet got knocked off his feet and flew towards the eastern wall, crashing right into it.

"Oh…ohh….urghaehg…." Ratchet moaned. He rubbed his head. His optics were slowly dimming, but he wasn't going to faint yet.

"Whoa! What happened?" Prowl looked at his sister, amazed. Moon just clapped even harder, amused by Ratchet's sudden crash into the wall.

"Moon?" Willow looked at the sparkling, wondering if what Moon had done really caused Ratchet to go flying.

"Ratchet?" Orion, Jazz, and Bumblebee hurried over to Ratchet's side, worried. Red Alert, Perceptor, and Wheeljack were right behind them, while Comet and Mega Blast followed slowly.

Ratchet was murmuring, "One more night, I wanna repair you…where I wanna hold you tight, and tell you all right…you're gonna be fine, with me…"

"Where's Ratchet coming up with all these songs from?" Frenzy whispered to Rumble.

"I dunno," his twin shrugged. "His CPU is all jumbled up he's probably making them up as he goes."

"Hey now, you're a med bot. Get your tools out and go…fix!" Ratchet turned his head slightly to the left and saw Mega Blast. "Hey now, you're a retard…get your optics on…and…play…dead!" Ratchet laughed gently, then coughed.

Sideswipe woke up, bursting with laughter. All of the pranksters were either leaking with laughter or on the ground, punching it because they were laughing too hard.

"How did Ratchet become this way?!" Mega Blast growled.

"It wasn't us this time, Mega Blast! We swear!" Rumble and Frenzy put their hands up innocently. Installed on Mega Blast's right arm was a lie detector, and looking down at it he saw that Soundwave's cassettes were telling the truth.

"What about you?" Mega Blast turned to Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.

"Umm…uh…" they looked at each other innocently. They knew that they couldn't get away with lying because Mega Blast had the lie detector. Before admitting the truth, they quickly stored away the video of a drunk, singing, and dancing Ratchet in a memory bank where it would stay permanently.

"Okay yes, we did it," Sunny put his hands up, following Rumble and Frenzy.

"Yeah…we put an extra overdose of powerful embarrassing high-grade into Ratchet's drink…and Flareup didn't even notice!" Sideswipe cackled.

"You shouldn't be proud," Flareup hissed.

The twins remained silent.

"I walk this empty street…on the long hall of circuitry," Ratchet mumbled.

"Long hall of circuitry?!" Mega Blast repeated. He was scared now, scared of Ratchet's unusual behavior and songs being made up at the top of his cranial unit.

"He doesn't make any sense…" Rumble whispered.

"That's cuz he's drunk, genius," Frenzy murmured. Soundwave hit them both on their heads, a warning that demanded silence.

"Ratchet!" Wheeljack gently whacked the left side of Ratchet's head.

"Huh? Wha? Wanna…danzeandsingwizme?" Ratchet's words were slurred.

"RATCHET!" Wheeljack whacked him again, harder this time.

"Careful…" Red Alert advised.

"He's drunk, he won't care!" Wheeljack whispered.

"He'll care tomorrow," Red Alert pointed out.

"I'll take care of that tomorrow. Ratchet, snap out of it! You're embarrassing yourself in front of everybody!" Wheeljack shook him roughly.

"Huh? Oh, zaz great friend, thankz for telling meez…now where wuz eyez?" Ratchet thoughtfully tapped his chin in a drunken manner. "Oh, say can youz see by dah dawn's early light…wuz so proudly we hailed at the twilight'z last gleaming? Whose cannonz and plazma gunz thru the perilous fight, o'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?" All of his pitches were off by a mile, and his voice cracked every now and then.

"Shut up!" Mega Blast punched Ratchet right on the face.

"Ohhh…" Ratchet shook his head from side to side, but didn't sing anymore.

"Ouch that hard to hurt," Sideswipe muttered.

"Silence," Mega Blast hissed. He glared at the guilty twins, then turned back to Ratchet.

"I will deal with you two later, but right now…you, Ratchet, must go to your quarters until you become sober," Mega Blast growled lowly.

"I'm a big bot now!" Ratchet's optics now dimmed out. His head fell slightly down onto his left shoulder.

How Ratchet got the black liquid off Moon will be explained in the next chapter, don't worry!

Is that a good ending? O.o (to this chapter)

Moon's powers are starting to show up, no?

I believe vorns are eighty-three Earth years…

Ratchet's song of the "Twelve Days of Christmas" has been revised, created by me! I hope you liked it! ;)

Ratchet's song "S-U-N-N-Y" is from BINGO.

Ratchet's song "A Thousand Tools" is from Vanessa Carlton's "A Thousand Miles."

Ratchet's song "One More Night" is from Cascada's "One More Night."

Ratchet's song "I walk this empty street…on the long hall of circuitry" is from Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams."

And of course, Ratchet's version of "The Star-Spangled Banner" is similar but not exactly the same.

Little does Ratchet know that the songs he "made up" are actually human songs!

I don't know if robots celebrate Christmas…probably not. Anyways, how they celebrate Christmas in my story is that it's Primus's birthday. Yeah, so Christmas in my stories is Primus's birthday!

Desert Wind is my OC to be Alpha Trion's (A3) brother. They don't really look alike…you know what Alpha Trion looks like, and Desert Wind is gold and brown.

I'm not sure if Crash really has any gravitational powers cuz I don't really know him well…I just made it up.

I hope you understood Ratchet's story about Meteor and everything…if not, then just tell me and I'll explain it to you.

Comet: Listen Amy, now because you had to put Moon in you skipped my youth! The readers don't even know why Ratchet was like, "primus, no" and "I need a break…" when he saw that it was ME that called him! (that's before the prank)

Amy: what do you want me to do about it, Comet?

Moon: stop complaining, Comet!

Comet: Make me! And Amy, I want you to make a new story that stars me, and only me! Explain fully about what happened after my little prank on Mega Blast and after he said goodnight to me! Before you said that for the next --insert number here-- orns I grew up with Bumblebee! Type up at least six chapters of Comet's life before Moon comes in and skips my life to about a zillion years later!

Amy: it is not a zillion years later!

Comet: close to it!
Amy: not yet!

Comet: you know what I mean!

Amy: fine, fine, I will.

Comet: thank you. Make sure the title is Comet, Wonder Robot!

Amy: I don't think so.

Comet: Fine, then. Make sure the title is The Many Adventures of Comet.

Amy: I don't think so, Winnie the Comet.

Comet: Fine, then! Make sure the title is ... uhh….err…hmm…thinking

Amy: yeah you think about that. Anyways folks, remember to R&R and tell me your feedback on the chapter!

Comet: I got it! Make sure the title is Comet's Life Before Moon.

Moon: That's mean.

Amy: Yeah that's mean Comet! No way.

Comet: Fine!!! GRRR then how about Growing up Comet?

Amy: Like Growing up Cheetah or something on Animal Planet? Psh. Get real. That show is adorable, but it doesn't fit a robot!

Comet: Have it your way then, jeesh! This is my last suggestion: Comet

Amy: How dull and not creative.

Comet: Got any better suggestions?

Amy: ………..

Comet: taps fingers and feet

Moon: waiting patiently

Amy: ……….

Comet: see? See?! It has to be Comet!

Amy: No! It will be Tale of a Comet

Comet: are you kidding me? That's just about the lamest title I ever heard of! Improv, man!

Amy: Fine…it'll be Tale of the Comet

Comet: Didn't change much.

Amy: since I'm the author and you're just the main character –

Comet: JUST the main character!?

Amy: this is it folks! In the near future, look for the story Tale of a Comet!!!!

Moon: okey-dokey! Lets see if you act immature, Comet

Comet: grr

Amy: there is no doubt that she will be immature, Moon, don't worry.

Comet: grrr

Amy: until next time, guys!

Jazz's girl 4ever (or Amy)