!NOTICE!

Okay, so I'm back~ I would like to say a few things before starting the next chapter. One; to answer a question I came across, yes, Unicron's weapons are online. Why hasn't he used them? He sees no reason too yet and he is the GOOD GUY! I cannot stress this enough! Second; I know most people do not read the notes the authors write, but read mine. I'm not going to just put 'Ooooh, aren't I evil to Unicron –evil laughter- and be done with it. And as far as inserting more info into chapters, I'll try. I gave brief ideas on who people were, but I'm not going to go on some epic rant about one aspect of the story, such as The Thirteen. Info will be provided at end of the chapters. If you want something answered I did not put at the end of a chapter, just message me or leave a comment, which I will answer next chapter. –Deep intake of air- Anyway, here is chapter four.

Unicron could have sworn Knock Out enjoyed seeing him in pain. Even though the medic had been kind enough to reassure him throughout the repair, the sadistic grin had been highly unnerving. The teenbot rubbed his helm with a deep sigh of worry. And here he thought only 'The Nemesis' and Megatron had been 'off'. 'Hmm, and not to mention that one mech.' He thought. 'Probably the only one on this ship that could tell me anything and I'm sure I scared him off with my, what did Knock Out call it? 'Episode'? Yes, that's it…' With a grim chuckle, the mech slid to his stabilizers and crossed the room to glide a servo over a desk that also resided in the room with him. It was covered in dust, just like everything else. Knock Out had placed him after correcting the fracture in his spark chamber. The other briefly commented that he should be in much greater pain, but Unicron shrugged at that. He was built to with stand more damage, to be just as sturdy as The One and The Thirteen. The gold mech had to admit he was slightly worried for the red medic. He looked to be made of weaker metals then himself. 'I'll have to investigate into that…'

Hours passed slowly, and the young mech could not stand being cooped up in such a small area for such a long period of time. So, after some debate, Unicron decided to go exploring. There was only one problem with that.

"'Access denied'?" questioned the gold teenbot. He had tried to leave the room, via entering the access code he saw Knock Out put in, but the door did not budge. All it did was blandly tell him 'access denied' and keep shut. This instantly put the mech into a bad mood. He did not like this, not one bit. He had his creator seal him in enough rooms on Cybertron, he did not need a bunch of strangers do the same on some unknown planet. He tried hacking the system, to override the codes, but it was too complex for him. He never was good high functioning computers, but hopefully with age that would change. "I really don't agree with this." He growled at the access pad, as if it understood it was hindering the mech from freedom. He reached with a clawed servo to his hip, grabbing the hilt of his Star Saber. With a flick of his wrist, he brought the weapon out, and began slashing away at the door. Soon the metal fell away in chunks, making a hole big enough for him to walk through. The 'Planet Eater' grinned, proud of himself and his work, until a siren blared, scaring him to Pit and back. "O-oh, that can't be good…" he muttered, mood instantly shifting. Sirens were never a good thing, and since he had just broken out of his room, that could only mean he was in trouble, and trouble was never good for Unicron. Not wanting to be caught and punished for breaking his host's door, the gold mech quickly high tailed it out of the area.

Starscream stormed down the hall away from the medbay, his more serious injuries repaired. He knew taunting his 'master' was never a good idea, unless he WANTED to be injured (Which was something he never wanted, thank you), but he could not resist. What Megatron had said was utterly insane. There was no way in Pit that crazy mech was Unicron! Unicron was giant, old, strong, everything that the strange gold mech was not. 'Oh, but that's fine, let him think he has the chaos bringer under his control, it will just make all the others see he is not fit to be leader…' The seeker smirked widely. 'All the better for me.' His long strides stalled as sirens began going off, and the sound of rapidly approaching steps were caught by his audios. Starscream's red optics widened as he turned around just in time to see 'Unicron' barrel right into his much slimmer frame. In a tangle of limbs, both mechs found themselves on the floor. It pure luck, or skill, that Unicron managed to twist so he fell first, so not to crush the much more delicate mech. "Sorry, Solus." The gold mech mumbled, ignoring the fact that the silver mech had gotten mad earlier when compared to the femme, but the younger of the two did not have time to remember such things at the moment. All his processor was focused on were the sirens, the energy fields of other mechs that were steadily heading towards his location, and getting away from both of those things. The Seeker squawked indigenously as Unicron stood, picking him up so not to knock him off, before setting him on his stabilizers again. "Where do you think you are going, you idiot!" Starscream shouted angrily as Unicron ran off again, faster than the SIC ever saw a bot run. Once again, Starscream was almost toppled when a group of Destructicons darted past him, in pursuit of the mech who had toppled him over.

!Notes!

Well, I got my laptop today, so you should see a lot more of me.

Next chapter we get to see some of Unicron's past. Fun, fun, fun!

Also, I need two Ocs for Primus' henchmen. Keep in mind, they will be killed, they are weaker than any primary characters, and are pure evil. Just inbox me the following:

Name:

Looks:

Personality:

Primary Weapons:

Thank you, please review!