I do not own the Transformers or any of the brand named characters. I only own my o.c. System and the vampire monster. Sorry again. And sorry for inconstant updates. Writing my stories sometimes feels like that saying, squeezing blood from stone, or like child birth, after hours of agony and a lot of swearing and threatening, you get what has taken an *** amount of time to make. I hope you will bear with me. I promise to complete this story and not leave it hanging. It will just take some time.

The rec. room was surprisingly full when System entered. She had expected it to be completely deserted; she only came in to get a couple of cubes of energon for the gestalts and dinobots. But she was happy that the bots here were trying to make an attempt to keep morale up. Many were laughing, telling their favorite stories and jokes to each other.

"Hey Sys! Over here!" Someone called to her over the noise. Looking around she spotted Bumblebee and Bluestreak sitting at a table near the energon dispenser in the back. Waving she went over to the dispenser and got a cube before taking a seat between the younglings.

"Hey, how are you two holding up?" She asked, putting an arm around Bee and patting Blue's hand.

"We're ok. We were worried how you were holding up. We know how you felt about Prime and seeing how you reacted at the med-bay, we were really worried and-"

"It's ok Baby Blue." System gently interrupted Bluestreak's rambling, seeing that he was getting himself worked up. "I'm fine right now, and yes, I do…did….have a small crush on Optimus. But since we weren't anything to each other, I don't see why I should act like I lost the most important person in my life." Bumblebee cuddled closer and warbled sadly.

"You do have a right to feel like that." Bee muttered to her. System just smiled at them and started to drink her energon. A few breems past when everyone stopped talking all at once. Turning to see, the three saw quite a few new bots standing at the entrance. The ones at the front were a mech and femme. The mech was very impressive. He stood tall and proud, white and blue armor glistening. He had white antenna on the sides of his face; he wore a stern look with a specially made visor over his optics that looked like glasses.

The femme was red and silver. She was much smaller than the mech, but she held herself with the same pride and authority. She was also much kinder looking; she wore a smile on her faceplate. The two were flanked by others. The mech had two mechs standing behind him. One was green with a Spartan helm design. He wore a cocky grin on his faceplate, peering at the filled rec. room, optics seeming to linger on System for a few breems.

The other mech looked much younger than either of his companions. He was primarily red with a flame design on his chest armor. His legs were black, his hands were silver, and his helm was smoother than his companions as well. It had a diamond shape on the front that reminded System of Optimus' helm. He wore a confident look on his face, but his optics betrayed the fact that he was nervous as pit.

The femme's companions were femmes themselves. One was primarily blue with silver highlights. She had a look about her that told you not to mess with her (Which was accented by the pistol strapped to her thigh), even though she was wearing a smile. She appeared to be the oldest of her companions. The other femme was pink and white. Her helm was very smooth with slight circular accents on the sides. She appeared to be the youngest, with a very lovely face. She smiled sweetly at the mechs in the room, who appeared to be gawking.

Everyone was too stunned to do anything, so System got up and went to greet the newcomers.

"Sirs, Autobot System at your service." Everybody in the room scrambled to attention when they heard System, causing the commanders to smirk.

"At ease soldiers." The mech nodded. System looked curiously at the soldiers behind the commanders.

"Allow me to introduce our companions." The femme commander smiled and motioned behind her. "This is my second in command, Chromia," The blue femme smiled and nodded at the others. "And Arcee." The pink femme smiled and waved. "And these are Ultra Magnus' soldiers." The femme commander motioned to the two mechs behind the mech commander.

"I'm Springer." The green mech smirked and leered at the femmes.

"And my name's Hot Rod." The red mech mock saluted. System smiled at the group, when she felt Bluestreak peek from behind her. She looked and saw Blue stare wonderingly at the newcomers. She smiled amused at the youngling; he most likely didn't know who these bots were.

"Bluestreak, may I introduce Commander Ultra Magnus and Commander Elita-1." Bluestreak's optics widened and he straitened to attention, saluting the commanders. The bots behind Ultra Magnus and Elita chuckled.

"At ease." Elita smiled at Bluestreak. Blue put his hand down but still stood rigid. System smiled and brought her hand to Bluestreak's back, rubbing gently at the junctions where his door wings met his back struts. Bluestreak instantly relaxed at the touch. Turning back to the commanders System asked,

"I believe you are looking for the command center?" Ultra Magnus and Elita nodded.

"Then allow me to show you where it is. Bumblebee," She turned to the yellow minibot still in the back. "Could you please go get Hide? I think he's still on his weapons range." Bumblebee nodded and got up from his table. System smiled and turned back to the commanders. "Right this way." She grabbed Bluestreak's hand and led the group to where they needed to go. Halfway there, she asked Bluestreak to go get Prowl and Jazz.

"Are you sure? They could be…." Blue nervously looked back and forth between System and the bots, unsure if he should voice his thoughts.

"It's ok." System gently calmed him. "They're going to need to know of our guests here anyway. And sooner is better than later where Prowl is concerned." Blue nodded and ran down the hallway that led to the officer barracks. The group continued on its way.

"Is that your youngling?" System turned her head to look at who was talking. The pink femme, Arcee, was watching her curiously.

"No he's not." She answered.

"Then why do you act that way towards him?" This time it was Chromia who spoke. System didn't look back when she answered.

"Because I helped raise him." The femmes seemed very confused and System continued to explain. "Bluestreak has his own guardians to take care of him, but some things can only be taken care of by a femme."

"Who are his current guardians?" Elita asked.

"Prowl and his bondmate." System answered.

"Really?" Chromia sounded surprised. System chuckled at the blue femme's surprise. "How did that happen?"

"You remember the fall of Praxus?" System asked. The morbid aura was answer enough. "That is were Bluestreak was found."

"Yeah, I heard there was only one survivor. That was him?" The red mech, Hot Rod asked. System nodded.

"Well there were actually two survivors of the city's fall. Prowl is originally from Praxus, but he was already Optimus Prime's head tactician at that point, so he was away when the city was attacked. Bluestreak's creators did their best to save him, even at the cost of their own sparks. And that is how we found him, near the edge of the city, in the protection of his creator's bodies. When Prowl heard what happened, he was very devastated. He practically threw himself into his work. That is until he learned about Bluestreak.

"Optimus knew that Prowl would just keep overworking himself to deactivation, and that he needed something that would help him get over his grief. So he made arrangements for Bluestreak to come live on the base with us, hoping that Prowl would take a liking to him. When Prowl first saw him, it was like he was someone who had been lost in the dark and finally found the light again. He instantly requested Optimus for custody of Blue. It also helped that Prowl's mate absolutely loved the little one." System laughed at the memory of Prowl all but demanding custody of Blue in Optimus' own office while Jazz sat on a chair, playing with the sparkling.

"That stuck up aft did that?" System heard one of the mechs mutter. Stopping suddenly, she turned. She recognized the voice as the cocky green mech, Springer. He was looking around, but when he saw System looking at him he smirked at her.

"Yes. Prowl did that." She responded coolly, optics narrowing in anger. "And please refrain from using such derogatory language about Prowl around me. He is one of my closest friends and I will not stand for such disrespect." Springer's smirk disappeared and he nodded uncertainly at the pissed off femme. System started to turn away, but stopped and looked back at Springer again.

"And you might want to refrain from using any such language or comments about Prowl in the presence of the tactical, front line, and special ops divisions."

"Why is that?" Springer asked, thinking this femme was trying to intimidate him.

"Because," System smiled a wicked smile. "Prowl is the head of the tactical division and they're a pretty close group. Bluestreak is the base's best sniper, and a major asset for the front liners to have in battle as he helps provide cover, so we're pretty protective of anything that's Bluestreak's. And," System then went up close to Springer. "Prowl's bondmate is Jazz. He is the Third in Command and head of special ops. They're pretty protective of him and would do anything to keep Jazz happy." Springer's optics widened. "So you see," She stepped closer to the mech. "It would be very detrimental to your health if you were to say something bad about Prowl around here."

Springer thought about what he was just told and also not told. Everyone knew that Jazz was the head of special ops and Third in Command, but they also knew that he was one of the most popular mechs in the whole Autobot army. But if you fragged him off, it could be the last thing you ever did. And he was that uptight tactician's bondmate? Oh he had better watch his mouth; bond mates don't take snide remarks about their mates lightly. Looking up, he noticed how close System had come to him. And it nearly scared the oil out of him.

Every one had heard of System, the only front line femme in the whole entire army. And she was one for a reason. She was tall, really tall. She stood at nearly the same height as Optimus and Magnus, only a foot or two shorter. She wore a visor that didn't hide the hard look she was sending Springer's way. Her protoform was standard silver like everyone's, but she allowed more to be shown around her hips, shoulders, and back. She wore pink armor, lighter than Arcee's, with teal pinstripe highlights that hugged her hip and breast platting. She was very proportional; she didn't have anything that threw her off balance. She had long arms and legs that helped her reach her opponents better in battle. Her helm had no feature outside of round coverings for her audios. In short, she was a very nice piece of work.

System stepped away from Springer, adopting her sweet smile again and continued to lead the way to the command center. When they got there, Bumblebee was already waiting for them.

"I told Ironhide. He said it will take a few breems for him to get here." System smiled and thanked Bee for his help.

"What do you want me to do now?" Bee asked. System shrugged her shoulder.

"Do what you want. I'm not the officer in charge." Bee snickered.

"You're not an officer period, but you sure do act like one." He stated like he was reminding her.

"Really? And here I thought I had a good reason to be bossy, oh well." System and Bee laughed together, completely ignoring the fact they had an audience.

"Oh where are my manners?" System said, after she stopped laughing. "Bee you know the commanders right?" Bee nodded. "Well everyone, this is Bumblebee. He's our best scout." Bee waved hello to everyone but ducked his head in embarrassment at System's praise.

"Sys, you know I'm not that good." System just sighed and shook her head in amusement.

"I guess I'll go find something to do. I'll see you later Sys?" Bumblebee asked, as he headed for the exit. System nodded and waved after the yellow scout.

"Let me guess. You play creator to that youngling as well?" Elita asked, amusement at the femme and youngling's actions flashing in her optics. System nodded.

"I can't help it really. It's just something that happens. Once I see a youngling, I have to help it. No matter what." System shrugged. The group fell into silence, not really knowing what to say. Until…

"What did the youngling mean earlier?"

"Huh?" System asked, not really paying attention to who asked. Arcee stepped forward and asked her question again.

"The youngling from earlier, Bumblebee. He said you weren't an officer. What did you two mean by that?"

"Simple." System said nonchalantly. "I'm not an officer. Just a soldier."

"Than how come you're so commanding?" Hot Rod asked. System smirked.

"Because everyone in this unit is commanding. This is Optimus Prime's personal unit of elites, chosen for being the best in their own field."

"And that little display earlier with you and the youngling? What was that about?" Springer asked. System held up her hands in an 'I don't know' manner and grinned.

"Because I said we're elites, not professionals."

"That doesn't make any sense." Hot Rod argued.

"Maybe not to you." System smirked, crossing her arms. "But if you ever get transferred here, believe me. You'll know." Her optics seemed to dance with mirth. Just then, Ironhide entered the room, ending anymore questions.

"Sorry I'm late. Had to take care of somthin'." The weapons specialist growled. System was instantly worried about the black mech, but he was always a private mech and she didn't want to push him, so she stayed quiet, planning on talking to him later.

"I guess I'll leave you to do your thing. See you all later." System headed to the door, waving at everyone.

"Just a moment please." Elita stopped her. "Our soldiers don't need to be here for this. Could you make arrangements and take them to some quarters?" System smiled and nodded.

"Yes, of course. Actually we keep a few rooms open just for these kinds of occasions." System motioned for the bots to follow her as Ultra Magnus, Elita-1, and Ironhide started to talk.

He crept slowly down the hallway, trying to keep to the shadows and unused hallways. He was slightly glad that his colors were faded, it helped to blend better. He didn't dare intake; he didn't want to risk catching a scent from one of his friends. His hunger was still quelled from his earlier attack, but he could feel a small nagging somewhere. He knew that if he didn't get out soon, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

Optimus Prime peeked around a corner, worried and afraid that he would come upon one of his allies as he made an escape, too upset to think correctly or use his scanners. Seeing nothing, he slowly made his way down the corridor, surprisingly making no noise. Suddenly a feeling came upon him, like when he was being stalked by the monster on the ship. Turning suddenly he expected to meet red optics and sharp fangs, only to be greeted by air. Shaking his helm, he continued down the hall feeling even more anxious, the feeling still with him.

By the time he reached another turn, he was practically vibrating with nervousness. He didn't look to see if anyone was down the next hallway before turning down the corner. He was practically running when he rammed into something. The two fell to the floor with a clash of metal.

Looking through dazed optics, Optimus saw chartreuse colored armor and blue optics looking into his, faceplates wide in surprise. Optimus looked on in horror as he registered that he had run into Ratchet. Wrenching his body away, Optimus got up and backed away. Ratchet slowly sat up, still looking at Optimus with surprise.

"Optimus?" The Prime flinched when the medic whispered his name. Optimus opened his mouth to say something but it seemed his voice had disappeared. Then Ratchet took in Optimus' appearance. The faded colors, the drying energon, the angular features of his faceplates, the claws and fangs. But it was the sight of the red optics that made Ratchet quake with fear.

"Ratchet?" Optimus finally asked, concern for his friend and caretaker overruling his panic. But Ratchet let out a terrified scream that caused Prime to jump in his armor. He reacted and ran away, down hallways, and into an open room. Optimus slammed the door shut, activated the lock, and slumped to the ground breathing a heavy sigh. He needed a way to get far away very soon; he couldn't risk another encounter like that. He didn't want anybody to see him like this.

He waited a few breems, listening for anyone coming. Deeming it safe, he got up and looked at where he was. He was surprised to see that he was in the hanger used by Perceptor and Wheeljack for their newest project, the space bridge.

The Space Bridge!

This could be just what he needed. Stepping up to the console, he noticed that the machine was already on. 'Maybe Perceptor was running a diagnostic on it.' Optimus thought as he inputted coordinates for a small, uninhabited planet that he knew of, something that he had come across on an expedition before he became Supreme Commander to the Autobots. He stood at the arch, waiting for the machine to accept and initiate the warp sequence, silently making his finale goodbyes.

'Ratchet. Ironhide. Thank you for raising me when I was younger. You have no idea how much you mean to me, as my caretakers and my friends. Jazz. Prowl. I'm sorry that I have to abandon you. I know you will take on my duties as Commander, and that you will do exceptionally. Bumblebee. I'm sorry that I can't be there for you any longer. I know you have others that will care for you, but please know that I will always care for you as if you were my own.

Elita. Magnus. My friends. You were always by my side. I am sorry that our paths have separated; I hope that sometime in the future we will meet again. System….'

The lights of the warp gate interrupted Optimus' thoughts as the archway was filled with moving lights, but Optimus wasn't bothered by it. Giving one last look over his shoulder to the door, he sighed. 'System…'

Then he turned and jumped through the archway. The lights rippled and flowed as Optimus disappeared. Then the lights faded and the machine went into stand-by. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Nothing hinted to the fact that Optimus Prime had been there at all.

The group walked down a few hallways until the reached the enlisted corridors. System stopped at one door and entered a code, making sure the others saw. Then she did the same for a door on the other side of the hall.

"You can choose who gets what. If you need anything, you can comm. anyone on base. Please try and not to cause any trouble, but other than that your free to do whatever." The others thanked her and went to their rooms. System smiled and turned to leave. But a voice stopped her.

"Hey wait a nano." Turning, System saw it was Springer. She frowned, but hid it quickly with a polite smile.

"Yes. Can I help you?" Springer smirked as he walked up to her.

"How about a tour of the base. I'm pretty sure there are a few interesting spots around here, maybe even places where we could get lost?" He gave her a leering smile and leaned into her personal space. System openly frowned now, not liking this mech at all. Then a wicked thought came to her processor, and she smiled.

"Ok. But I have somewhere to be soon. How about this," Springer looked expectant at the femme's words. "I'll flip you for it. Heads I win. Tails you lose." And before the mech could fully process what System said, she grabbed his arm, thrust her hip into his abdominal plating, and hefted him over her shoulder. He flew down the hallway until he hit the wall. He landed on his head with his back struts propped on the wall and his legs hanging in the air.

"Hm. Tails you lose." System smirked. She turned to give her audience one last smile before turning down the hallway where she threw Springer and left. She heard Hot Rod laughing as he helped Springer up, while the green mech muttered darkly. System couldn't help the chuckle that slipped out. All laughter died when a piercing scream rang through the corridors. System halted for only an astrosecond until she was running through the hallways, fear gripping her spark as she recognized that scream. She heard footsteps following her, but she seemed not to mind to who was following her and concentrated on not crashing into anyone that was in her way.

She skidded around the last corner and was greeted with the sight of Ratchet on the ground, looking as if he had seen the Unmaker summoned right in front of him. Wheeljack was on the ground next to him, rubbing the medic's shoulders, trying to calm him down. Bluestreak was babbling 1000 words a breem, running about trying to think of something that could help. Stepping forward, she laid a hand on Bluestreak's shoulder, causing him to turn sharply and start rambling.

"Oh System, I'm so glad that you're here. Well of course I'm always glad that you're here, but right now I'm more glad because Ratchet needs help and I don't know what to do. It looks like he saw Megatron or something, he looks so scared. What should we do? Should I go get Ironhide or Prowl or Jazz or-"

"It's ok Blue. Calm down. Go get Prowl and Jazz. You already know where they'll be. Hurry." Bluestreak nodded and ran down the hall, still rambling. System looked after the youngling in concern, then turned and kneeled next to the frightened medic and worried engineer.

"What happened Ratch?" She asked in a hushed voice, the medic looked like a frightened glitch mouse that would run off if startled. Ratchet turned to look at the femme, his optics twice their normal size. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, trying to find his voice.

"I….I…..I s-s-s-saw…s-saw…O…O…Op.." But he shook his head, still unable to communicate. Wheeljack rubbed his shoulders.

"It's ok Ratch." The engineer spoke comfortingly. "Just take a few intakes." Ratchet took a few gulps, shuttering his optics to calm himself.

"Optimus. I saw Optimus." He gasped out. Total silence ensued at the medics words.

"That's impossible Ratch. Optimus is gone." Wheeljack tried to sooth the distraught medic as he started to shake.

"IT WAS OPTIMUS I TELL YOU!" Ratchet rounded on Wheeljack. "It was him. I'm sure of it." He whispered. Wheeljack glanced to System in concern, but saw her glancing at the spot Ratchet was facing, her optics narrowed in thought.

"What's he saying? What happened?" A voice asked. Turning, System and Wheeljack saw Hot Rod standing behind them. But before anyone could answer the young mech, Prowl, Jazz, and Bluestreak ran up to them. Jazz kneeled next to the downed mech, speaking quietly. System stood and talked just as quietly to the door winged mech.

"What happened here?" Prowl asked. System shook her head.

"Not sure. But he seems to think he saw Optimus." She spoke stoically, emphasizing the graveness of the situation.

"I DID see Optimus!" Ratchet insisted. Jazz and Wheeljack were still trying to calm him down, but he seemed adamant on what he saw. "I raised that bot since he was nothin' but a scraplet. I would know him anywhere, and I'm telling all of you that I saw him. Right there." He pointed in front of him. System and Prowl looked at each other, Prowl with his normal mask of indifference on, System with fear and concern shown plainly on her face.

"I know what all of you think." Ratchet growled, starting to get up, ignoring Wheeljack and Jazz's objections. "And I'm not crazy! I'm not hallucinating! I haven't even touched High-Grade in two orns! I saw what I saw!"

"Now Ratchet-" Wheeljack began, resuming his spot at Ratchets shoulders, trying to massage the tension.

"Don't you 'Now Ratchet' me…" As the medic laid into them about what he had seen, Bluestreak looked noticeably more nervous. He was fidgeting and wringing his hands, and System noticed.

"What's the matter Blue?" She asked in a low voice. Bluestreak looked around, as if checking for something, then leaned in close to the femme as if afraid to be overheard. He whispered something in her audio. At first she was confused, then the confusion morphed into surprise than outright panic, and Hot Rod noticed.

"Are you sure?" She asked urgently. Bluestreak nodded, looking more serious. Prowl looked from one to the other, waiting for clarification.

"We've got a live one." System spoke nearly in a whisper, but Prowl still heard her, and unfortunately so did Hot Rod. Prowl's optics widened in shock.

"I thought they were all wiped out." There was a noticeable tremor in the normally unflappable tactician's voice.

"Apparently we missed one." System spoke with a sort of dark humor many wouldn't think she possessed.

"What are your plans?" Prowl asked, his normal cool attitude back in place. Systems optics narrowed slightly.

"The normal protocols first before I try plan C, we still got time." Prowl nodded his head once.

"Take what you need and take care of it. We'll stall and cover for you." System nodded and started off down a corridor while Prowl and Bluestreak went over to Ratchet. Hot Rod looked at where System disappeared, to the outraged medic, to the tactician and gunner, then silently slipped away to follow the femme. Something was up with the femme, and he was going to find out what.

Hot Rod followed System through the halls of the base, the femme seeming to be too distracted to notice. She headed towards the science section of the base and entered a workshop. There was a plaque above the doorframe that said, "WHEELJACK'S WORKSHOP. ENTER AT OWN RISK." It was a joke the Twins played vorns ago, but the heads up had helped keep newbies away from the engineer's chronic exploding lab, so it was kept. Hot Rod peeked inside from the doorway. Inside, the lab looked like it was a war zone, every flat surface held an object or tool of some kind, and the floor was scattered with machinery. At a corner near the back wall, System was feeling the wall, looking for something. She seemed to have found it when a small square indentation appeared on the wall and fell away from her hand.

Then the wall split apart, showing what looked like an expansion of the workshop. But this part of the shop was clean. Nothing littered the area, the worktable was clean and the tools were organized. It was a stark contrast to the main workspace. System ignored the worktables and went to another wall. This time, she didn't look for a panel; she activated a keypad that was attached to the wall. After entering a sequence, this wall split as well. But it didn't open. It wall split into smaller panels, then flipped, showing weapons held in place by magnetic lockers.

There were all kinds of weapons ranging from cannons, to spears, to grenades, to pistols, all things that would make Ironhide's optics pop if he saw them. System quickly eyed each weapon before landing on the biggest sword Hot Rod had ever seen. It was easily as big as System was, maybe even bigger. And it had to be at least twice as heavy as any cannon. There were intricate symbols embellishing the hilt and what looked like ancient Cybertronian hieroglyphs on the blade.

System reached for the hilt and Hot Rod expected it to fall on her. But nearly fell into processor lock when she lifted the monster sword, in one hand no less. She swung it around a few times then, deeming it satisfying, placed it on her back. Ok, now that was suspicious. She exited the work area, which closed up as soon as she left. Hot Rod fell back from the doorway and hid behind a corner. System exited Wheeljack's lab and continued down the hallway, Hot Rod still after her. System only walked past a few more doors before entering another room.

Hot Rod went up to the door and was surprised to find a hanger. Inside was a weird archway surrounded by computers and equipment. He saw System look at the arch before turning to one of the computers.

"Thank you for meeting me here." She smiled.

"No problem, I was intending to come and reconfigure some of the computers algorithms when you alerted me. What seems to be the trouble?" A red, black, and teal bot came out from behind the computer System was looking at. Hot Rod knew this bot, they had spoken on time to time during transmissions when Prime's base was low on soldiers and needed everyone to help out on duty shifts. His name was Perceptor.

"The trouble is that a 'Walker' has been found." System spoke with such a chilling tone in her voice that it caused shivers to run down Hot Rod's spinal struts.

"Oh dear! I thought they were all extinct." Perceptor gasped.

"It appears we were mistaken." System shook her head. "And what's worse is Optimus is one of them." She spat out. Perceptor looked appalled.

"What do you need me to do master." The science bot bowed low, his hand placed on his chest, over his spark.

"I need the space bridge open. I know he was here and he used the bridge to get out. I already alerted Meister and Stalker. They are already taking care of my absence." Perceptor nodded and turned to one of the computers, typing madly. Hot Rod became increasingly suspicious of the two. What were they talking about? Walkers? And who exactly were Meister and Stalker? He was going to get to the bottom of this, one way or another.

"I have it." Perceptor spoke up. "You were correct. He definitely was here, and if I had not been looking for it I would have mistaken it for a glitch. He is quite good at covering up his tracks but he still left a trail. A pity that-"

"Intel." System spoke up. "Your running away again."

"Oh, deepest apologies. I can trace where it is you need to go. The space bridge will be able to warp you there and I will be able to retrieve you when you are successful." System nodded. It took less than an astrosecond for Perceptor to open the space bridge for System.

"Thank you Intel." System smiled. Perceptor nodded.

"Anything else master?" But before System could speak, Hot Rod burst through the door, his blaster in hand.

"Alright! Nobody move!" System and Perceptor were shocked at the youngling's entrance.

"What is the meaning of this?" The scientist demanded.

"I was going to ask you the same thing." Hot Rod commented. "Now what's going on here?" He demanded at System.

"We don't have time for this, Intel keep him busy. I need to get through that bridge."

"Oh no you don't!" Hot Rod yelled as he charged at the two. Perceptor tried to keep Hot Rod away from System and the space bridge, but the little scientist was outweighed by the warrior and they both overbalanced. System tried to catch them, but they rammed into her as well, and all three of them fell into the space bridge, vanishing from sight. The space bridge deactivated the warp and went back into standby mode, as if waiting for another idiot to come and activate it.

I hope you liked this chapter, I worked really hard on it. And again I would like to give thanks to Optimus Bob (For being the best beta in the world) and Sophia Gray for their reviews. Thanks guys, I'm glad you like my stories. And also, Thank you to those who reviewed my other story, If Your Reading This. Thank you for the encouragement everyone.