A/N: … Wow…. I am at a loss for words on how grateful I am for the reviews, alerts, and favs! Thank you all sooo much! This chapter is waaaay longer, so please let me know if it's too long. This is also turning into an AU (at least I think that's what it's called), because I am completely changing how the war started, soooo… I think that's it, onward to the story!

Disclaimer: Since I haven't done this for a few chapters, I do not own any of the characters in this fic, I only own the OC's which you will notice when you see them, and please don't use them without my permission…

Warning: Beware of fluffiness… probably bad written and cliché fluffiness, but still fluffiness…

Italics= flashback/past events

Before the Great Wars, Cybertron was a peaceful planet, teaming with sentient, robotic organisms. A planet free of bias; where Seekers, Triple-Changers, and every other kind of Cybertronian lived in peace with one another, and were free to choose the direction they wanted to live their lives. They were not created like the drones that came from the Allspark(1), they were born, originally created by Primus, who gave them the ability to recreate themselves. He also gave them the ability to love, hate, envy, grieve, and have every other kind of emotion known to the universe. And it was the first listed that changed the lives of two particular Cybertronians forever….

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In the heart of Iacon – the capital of all of Cybertron- there are many important facilities that run the systems of Cybertron. From producing holovids to powering entire grid networks, from stores selling energon treats to massive malls filled with all kinds of wonderful things, one could find almost anything their spark desired here.

So it shouldn't be surprising that it also had the top monitor maintenance service stores in all of Cybertron, which is where Sondwave currently worked as one of the mechs who went to go to the residence of the bot who's problem could not be fixed over the comm. Link system.

"Soundwave!" a tall, well built mech with a red and orange paint job and yellow optics called as he walked over to Soundwave's station with a datapad.

"What is it, Blaster?" Soundwave, a tall, scrawny mech with a purple paint job and almost black optics asked as he swiveled his chair around to meet his friend's optics.

"We got a comm. in from a femme on the outskirts of Iacon; said she think she has a bad bug on her monitor system; keeps on flashing up with error codes every time she tries to send a message to a different server..."

"And I suppose the problem wasn't able to be solved over the comm. System, yes?" he asked, crossing his arms and slinging his pede over his knee joint.

"Nooo, I just came to tell you that she thinks you're the most dashing mech on the face of Cybertron, and wants you to meet her; of course it wasn't fixable over the comm.!" he exclaimed, throwing up his arms in false exasperation.

"Ok, are going to play actor all day or give me the coordinates?" he asked, holding out his servo for the datapad his friend was holding.

Blaster handed him the datapad, and with a cheery, "See ya when you're back, mech!" left to go back to his station, which was a little ways down.

Soundwave waved goodbye to his friend, and packed the basic things he might need for a monitor system repair into his subspace. He then walked out of the building, transformed, and soared through the airways of Cybertron toward the coordinates indicated on the datapad.

It took him a little longer than he thought to find the femme's place, for she lived in a small apartment complex less than 5 mecameters from the western border of Iacon, and the airways were quite busy at this time of the cycle.

He transformed at the main entrance of the building and walked inside and up to the fifth floor, all the way to the last door on the left, where the coordinates that were on his datapad led to.

He pressed a button on the keypad which made a loud 'ping' in the other side of the room.

"Coming!" a feminine voice called on the other side.

When she opened the door, the first thing Soundwave noticed about this femme, was that she was beautiful… veeeery beautiful.

She had a helicopter alt-mode, if the sharp, thin rotors on her back were anything to go by, and had a slender figure, with a pair of ariel fins on her helm pointing slightly up and back. She also had a light blue with dark blue and silver highlights, and the prettiest shade of silver optics he had ever seen.

He quickly snapped out of his trance and introduced himself, "Hello, ma'am, my name is Soundwave; I was sent to your place to fix a problem with your monitor system."

"Oh! Well, right this way then! By the way, please call me Rotary Blades, or just Blades for short, I prefer that to 'ma'am' or 'miss'," she said with a smile as she led him toward her monitor, which still had error messages all over the screen.

"I spoke with a mech named Blaster over the comm., but we weren't able to fix the problem; he said he would send their best systems maintenance mech out to me," she said, which caused Soundwave to go a bright shade of pink on his cheekplates.

"Well, I am pretty good, but I'm not that good," he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his helm, "But the point is that we get your monitor fixed," he added, trying to submerge this weird feeling in the pit of his tanks that had come up when she unintentionally complimented him.

He set to work by first doing a routine systems check on the monitor with his datapad, which would look for any viruses or general problems throughout the whole network system of said monitor and any others linked to it.

"Do you have any other monitors with this problem, ma'- er… Rotary Blades?" he turned to look at her while his pad was running the diagnostics.

"Nope, this is the only monitor I have," she replied.

He nodded his helm then turned back to the datapad, which had completed its scan. As he scrolled down through the results, it pinged repeatedly when he reached the section that dealt with sharing data with other servers.

"Hmm…" Soundwave hummed, holding his chin with his servotips in deep thought.

"What is it? Did you find something?" Blades asked, walking over next to Soundwave, she bent down so that her faceplate was close to his, observing the screen of his datapad.

Soundwave's spark jumped from the close proximity, but on the outside his professional air remained.

"It seems as though your network has been infected with a virus that is not easily purged; I could try to see if I can remove it with the equipment I have, but that is highly unlikely, it would have to be brought in so we could use our specialty virus removing equipment," he explained to her, all the while attempting to purge the bug with the tech he had brought with him, and failing.

He paused for a moment to study the schematics, and noticed something he hadn't before. It was just a simple wire that didn't appear to be put in properly, but with technology, every small detail counts.

He set his datapad down and proceeded to crawl under her desk to where the wires lay hidden beneath metal slab.

"What are you doing?" Blades asked curiously, moving her helm around to try to get a better view of what Soundwave was doing.

"I believe that your monitor may not have a virus after all, but merely a twisted wire transmitting frequencies that block proper use and appear as viruses on network scans," he explained while he fixed the wire in question.

"There!" he exclaimed, "Now try and see if you can send your messages," he instructed, and while he crawled back out she sat on her desk chair and attempted to send the message which was previously denied.

"It worked!" she exclaimed, "Oh, thank you so much! How much do I owe you?" she asked as she unsubspaced a transaction datapad.

"35 credits for time and services ma'-Rotary Blades," he said, catching his almost slip-up.

She chuckled while she made the digital check, "Still really want to call me 'ma'am', don't ya? she asked, then completely changing the subject said, "You know, I've had other mechs from your place come over for the same problem and say I had to take it in, but you were able to figure it out without even unplugging anything, you're really good."

He blushed profusely at her praise, and to his horror she noticed.

"I…uh well…I…umm… thank you, yes thank you," he stuttered, and mentally slapped himself for such a lame way to avoid humility.

'Soundwave,' his positive/you're the best mech for love side of himself said, 'You should ask and see if maybe she would like to call you later, give her your comm., be smooth…,' while the negative/you're too lame for love side said, 'Mech, you don't have a chance, you were just supposed to do a job for her, not make her your femmefriend, you don't even have bulk…"

While he was mentally debating with himself over (in his opinion) the most important decision of his life, Rotary Blades had written the check, placed it in his absent-mindedly open servo, then decided she should give him a quick but tight hug before he left.

He could have sworn his spark quick pulsating for a click.

His mental debate over, he mustered up every mechagram of courage in his systems, and asked in a quick rush the question that he had finally decided to voice, "Would-you-like-to-spend-the-night-out-in-the-city-with-me?"

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" she looked at him with those adorable optics, and he said more slowly this time, "Would you like to go for a walk, or stroll, in the park with me? That is, of course if you're single, and…" before he broke out into a full babble, she answered, "I would love to go! When did you have in mind?"

He hadn't actually thought about that, he was preparing himself for rejection, so he quickly thought of a place and time he was available.

"How about tonight at the time the sun sets, and we can just walk through the Crystal Gardens?" he suggested, hoping she said 'yes'.

"That sounds great to me! Let's meet at my place, I don't have any plans for tonight anyway, and, may I have your comm.? I can give you mine too, if you want it, that we can ping each other when we're there," she shyly asked, waving her servos around in wild gestures due to nervousness.

"O-Of course," he nervously replied, "This is mine," and he handed her the datapad that he wrote the number on, and when she had saved it into her memory banks, she wrote hers down on the same datapad and handed it back to him.

After he stored the number into his CPU, he waved her goodbye and turned to go, but before he could leave, she had put her servo on his shoulder and said, "I wasn't kidding when I said you're really good, ya know, I honestly think you're the best technician all of Iacon, perhaps even Cybertron has to offer, not to mention the most courteous," she smirked at her last remark, and let him go on his way.

He left that building with an uncharacteristic smile on his faceplates, as he transformed to finish his cycle at his office… and to brag to Blaster about his 'score', of course…

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"YOU WHAT?" Blaster shouted, after Soundwave had smugly told him about his experience.

It had started off innocently enough; Soundwave told him about how everything went, the diagnostic, then the finding the problem, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, routine stuff. Then he started talking about how he found the problem wasn't a virus, but a simple wire twist, which left Blaster pretty impressed, and then he described the actual customer (and it was veeery detailed…hmmm… getting suspicious), then WHAM! "I am going on a date with her."

Spoken calmly too, no excessive glee, no hopping in place from excitement, just calmly spoken like an average mech talking to his friend (which is what was happening… but you get the point).

He actually made it seem easy to get a femme.

Pfft, well, not all mechs in the world could pick up femmes like the trashbots pick up garbage on the streets, let alone keep one (Blaster is one of those, but let's not hurt his feelings).

So when Soundwave told him this 'news', he felt, in all honesty, quite jealous.

'No,' Blaster mentally chastised himself, 'He's my bud, I'll support him in this, be his advisor, all though that is actually probably not the best idea, but, I can still support!'

"That's… nice Soundwave…er, yah, really nice," he at least tried to sound sincere.

"You don't seem to think so," Soundwave noted, optics ridges slightly falling in disappointment.

"Well...," 'Might as well tell him the truth,' "It's really great that you may have a girl, and all; it's just…"

"You really wish you had one that would stay," Soundwave finished for him.

Blaster smirked, "I'm that easy to read, huh?"

Soundwave nodded his helm, "And since you've had some experience in this area, I thought I'd ask you for advice."

"Wait, you want me, a single, lonely mech, to give you advice? I can't keep a fembot for more than a week!" Blaster exclaimed, slightly hoping his friend would change his mind.

"Perhaps," Soundwave agreed, and Blaster mentally sighed in relief, "But are you sure you don't have any pointers I could know about? I am pretty much walking in the dark here… without infrared."

'Well I can at least try to do that, femmes aren't that hard to figure out,' "Alright, so first you've gotta tell me, do you know a basic idea of what she likes to do, go, etcetera?"

"…Not really…" Soundwave admitted.

"Ok, that's cool mech, I can work with that; I'll just give you universal femme advice," Blaster said, taking the empty chair next to Soundwave, and getting into a serious discussion position, said, "Now, you don't have to do all of these at once, but for a first date, they make pretty good impressions.

First, femmes looove to talk about almost anything and everything in the universe, especially themselves, but be warned, it can get very long and very boring; the key, though, is to be able to answer anything she asks you, and not appear bored.

If, by then you have survived the first task, remember that femmes like it when you comment them on how they look, act, and so on.

If she asks you if you like, say… an accessory on her that you think is awful, but she appears to love it, you can't lie, 'cause they hate that, but you can't be candid, either, so a good thing to say is 'I think the other one looked better,' or, 'Hmm… why don't check out those ones over there, to compare?' that way, they are hopefully not offended.

And the last but definitely not least, bring your transaction datapad and/ or some credits, because it leaves a mark if you get them gifts, but for the first date it might just be some energon, but it never hurts to be precautionary," and with that Blaster ended his 'way to woo fembots' session.

"Thanks for words of advice, Blaster, I better get going now, though, I told her we'd meet at the crystal gardens at sunset."

"Good, you're already starting off good; femmes don't like it when you're late, now get going!" and with that the best buds parted for the cycle.

"I should start taking my own advice," Blaster mumbled to himself, as he started toward his station to end his day.

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Rotary Blades' was just finishing some of her daily chores when her doorbell rang.

"Soundwave? Is that you; there's still a few more megacycles 'til sunset," she walked over and opened the door, but the figure that met her optics wasn't Soundwave, rather two of her best friends, Ashfire and Blitzebel.

"Hey girl!" Ashfire greeted enthusiastically, jumping into the room to hug Rotary Blades.

"Ash! 'Bella! What are you two doing here?" she asked, excited to see them, but curious all the same.

"What? Is it illegal to see our bestest bud?" Ashfire asked, relaeasing her grip on Blades to stand next to Blitz, who was leaning on the wall by the couch.

"Of course it's not, silly; I just wanted to know what you're both doing over here, you gals live on the border of Kaon, and I didn't think you had jobs that let you travel?"

"Well…" Ashfire muttered, happy attitude instantly vanishing, "Blitz, why don't you tell her, you're the one better at explaining things."

Blitzebel sighed, "In case you're wondering, Blades, we didn't lose our jobs, we transferred," she stated, easing her worried friend's CPU.

"Why did you transfer? I thought you guys liked Kaon?" she asked, she had always remembered Blitzebel wanted to go excavating in the mines, and Ashfire wanted to do… well, she didn't exactly specify, but the point is that they were both stoked, and now they looked glad to be out of the place.

"We do," Blitzebel said (ok, now Blades was just lost), "It's just not safe there anymore."

"What do mean it's 'not safe', Kaon has never really been 'safe', especially with the prisoner miners…" she shuddered at the thought. Prisoner miners were ruthless thugs, they liked to hold gladiator matches in the underground tunnels, just to satisfy their sick CPU's blood-lust.

"The prisoner miners are the problem," Ashfire said, "Rumor has it that one of the miner/gladiators is planning a revolt, and we think it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Do you know if the local authorities have taken any action?" Blades asked, she didn't want to be hearing reports on the news about a group of thugs bombing towns and cities alike.

"All we know so far, is that the guy's name is Megatron, or something like that, and that he's like the best underground gladiator in their games," Blitz explained.

"So, where are you guys going to hang? And are there jobs you both found?" Blades asked, going over to sit on her couch.

"Yep! We're right next door!" Ash exclaimed, opening Blades door then leading her to the room across.

Blades squealed in delight, then barged into their Blitzebel's and Ashfire's shared room.

"You guys got a nice pad!" she noted, nodding appreciatively at their well decorated quarters.

"You like it? I totally set it up!" Ashfire said, and Blitzebel just rolled her optics at the two giggling fembots.

"Are you two done giggling like fanfemmes, or are we going to go hang out at 'Iacon Plaza' together?" she asked, and Blades optics suddenly lit up as she remembered something.

"I can't tonight," she said sheepishly, "I am going out somewhere tonight."

"What? Why don't you just take us with you?" Ashfire asked, giving Blades the retro-puppy optics.

"It's kinda… sorta…. a umm… date," she admitted, nervously wringing her servos.

Both of the other femme's optics became the size of dinner slabs, and their jaw hinges dropped to the floor.

Ashfire recovered first and slyly asked, "Who is it?"

"His name is Soundwave, and he came by earlier to fix my monitor…" she said, rubbing her helm with her servo.

Before Ashfire could get any ideas, Blitzebel asked, "So when are you meeting him?"

"In a few clicks; he's going to come to my place and then we're going to go to the Crystal Gardens for a walk."

"Sooo, how much do you know about mechs?" Ashfire asked, "'Cause I can give you some pointers if you need 'em."

"I suppose that wouldn't hurt, I've never been on a date before," she said sitting down on their well furnished couch.

Ashfire sat down right next to her and started in a funny professional way, "Ok, since you said this is your first date, I'm going to just give you good ideas.

First, you've got to understand the mind of most mechs; now try to remember that each one is different, so you'll have to watch him, but almost every mech's main motive is to impress you enough to like them, so if he's doing things that you think are totally stupid, he may think they are totally awesome, and will get you to like him, especially in a group of mechs.

Second, I know how much us femmes like to talk about ourselves, but let him have the spotlight for a while, or don't continually chat his audios off, just have some silence for a little bit.

Third, by some of the meals you get, don't make him responsible for all of it; share, it's what happens in long-term relationships.

And last but not least for now, if you don't want a one night stand, don't be overly flirtatious or seductive; let him see the inward you, and that will tell you if he's 'the one'."

Rotary Blades just nodded in acknowledgement, while Blitzebel smirked and said, "You can't keep a mech for the life of you, since when did you have such good advice?

In a serious tone, Ashfire answered, "Because none of them were 'the one'; my carrier had given me the advice I just gave Blades, and I intend to keep it."

"Well, thanks gals, but Soundwave should be here any moment, and I should be ready," she said as she started to get up to leave.

As she was almost out the door, Ashfire said, "Don't forget to show us this 'Soundwave' after you've been with him for a little while," "And if he breaks your spark, we'll break his faceplate, take care and have fun!" Blitzebel added, then shut and locked the door to their quarters as Rotary Blades left for her apartment.

"It's good to see those two," she said to herself, as she entered her quarters, "Although, I never knew that Ashfire gave such good advice…"

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In my little story, Primus actually created the Transformers, and the ancients created the Allspark in an attempt to create life, but were only able to create drones like the Vehicons in Prime… so that's just how I like to see it, if you are used to the 'Allspark' created Transformers' theory

A/N: That…took…so…long…to….write…. Anyway sorry there's not much action (or Raf), but I am building up from Soundwave's past, and up… as you can see. One day I may get a DA account (if mom and dad will let me) and show what my femmes look like. I was just gonna put Rotary Blades (I know, I know, her name sounds kinda stupid, but hey, if it sticks in my brain, it goes) in this story, but I decided to add Blitzebel and Ashfire as well… so now I'm going to have to draw them for myself…*sigh* Rotary Blades was hard enough, and one day I am going to draw ALL of my OC's… or break my hand trying. Anyway, tell me what you think! (Again, sorry there's not much blowing stuff up yet :/)

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