A/N: Last time: I made a cheap, cliché and corny cliffhanger.

This time: I'm doing it again. Heheheheheheheh.

BLITZWING: Animated Blitzwing, to be exact, because I love the three-personalities thing. For the record, they are called Cold, Hot, and Random (in this).

ASTROTRAIN: What a guy.

SLIPSTREAM: Totally has Starscream wrapped around her little finger.

MOTORMASTER: Apparently from Harlem.

BREAKDOWN: More paranoid your average Slender player.

YOU: Hate this because of cliffhangers, apparently. You know who invented the cliffhanger as a concept? An American (it was one of the only good things to be invented by an American, hardy har har) called William Randolph Hearst. Let's just say I owe the guy one.

Review! Even if you hate the constant use of cliffhangers!

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Come Fly With Me

The Cybertronian shuttle gracefully flew down towards the Moon's surface, to where an irritated Starscream watched with his arms folded.

The hulking purple ship swung out over the Decepticon leader's helm, then fired its retros and came to a smooth stop, landing gear folding out as it sank down to the dusty surface.

Starscream tapped his right stabiliser on the ground impatiently.

The airlock door opened, and six Transformers stepped out of the door, two of them fairly taller than the others.

Motormaster, the big black-and-purple semi-truck, took four huge steps over to Starscream.

"Lord. The Stunticons're at yer command," he said, looming over the smaller (but not by much) Seeker. "bar Wildrider, on account of him bein' in the ever-lovin' Autobots' custody."

"Naturally." Starscream replied, refusing to be intimidated. "Marshall your men in the main base. Runamuck will see to them." he commanded, and Motormaster inclined his helm and bellowed to his troops. Dead End and Dragstrip walked away after the semi-truck, and Breakdown tailed along after them, his right blaster on the verge of being primed and blowing everyone he didn't like to atoms.


Blitzwing was hanging off to the side, having a complex argument with himself and trying to reattach his right arm.

"You know, zis vould not be necessary if Hot had not, shall ve say, "made a pass" at Slipstream." Cold stated, fiddling with bolts and loose cables.

Whiiiir.

"It vhas going fine until Random decided he vhanted to fragging sing!" Hot retorted, taking the arm and waving it in the air angrily.

Whiiiir.

"But I like singing." Random put in. "It is fun!"

Whiiiir.

"Zhough zat may be true, Random, ve do not simply break out into vild song at any given opportunity." Cold chided, connecting up nerve cabling and putting the arm back onto its socket.

Whiiiir.

"No! No we fragging don't, Random!" Hot raved, welding the arm back on with his laser and giving it a test flex.

Starscream decided it was time to make his entrance. "Ah, Blitzwing. How...pleasant...it is to see you."

Whiiir. "Ja, Starscream?" Cold responded, turning around.

Whiiir. "What de frag is your problem?!" Hot demanded.

Whiiir. "Do you have any waffles?" Random asked.

Starscream vented tiredly. Dealing with Blitzwing was not enjoyable in the least. "Report to the main base. Find some quarters and make yourselves at home."

"HAHAHHAHAHA! You make a joke, Starscream! Because there are three of us, you say "yourselves"! Hahahahaaa!" Random burst into hysterics.

Whiiir. "
...Yes...how amusing. Good-bye, Starscream." Cold regained control of the situation and ambled off towards the dome that was Decepticon HQ.


The last one off the shuttle was Slipstream, her wings twitching from being unable to fly for the long shuttle trip.

"You should probably go for a flight soon, Slipstream." Starscream observed.

"I don't have an alt mode saved. And I think the locals will be a little suspicious of a tri-fighter swooping down on them, hmm?" she replied pragmatically.

"You underestimate my preparations. Come down to the planet, and we shall find a vehicle mode befitting that of a beautiful femme such as yourself."

A loud transformation noise and a laugh interrupted whatever flustered reply Slipstream was about to give.

"Wow, I think my spark just cried inside. That was so adorable." Astrotrain said laconically in his echoing voice.

"Oh, blow it out your afterburner, Astrotrain." Slipstream snapped. "Go and find Frequency or something. Come on, Lord Starscream, let's go."


Soundwave had been holed up in Jolt's quarters for days, and he was starting to see the symptoms of flight deprivation affecting him. Blown fuses, energon backlog, processor errors, and so on.

One of the drawbacks of having a jet mode. It also didn't help that he hadn't properly recharged for a while.

So, as he knew he couldn't sustain 100% of his systems, he started to turn things off. The odd subroutine here, an old vehicle schematic there; little things that wouldn't affect his performance overall, but would let him stave off the systems crash that would normally result from flight deprivation and the memory jam from not recharging.

He did not, however, factor in the astuteness of Jolt and her concern for his welfare. Which was why she had noticed him twitching and practically dragged him up to the top deck, blocked all the doors and security cameras, and then thrown Soundwave off the Nemesis deck.

He transformed and flew a few circuits around the starship, enjoying the feeling of his wings actually doing something for once, then switched back to robot mode and landed smoothly and softly on the launch deck.

"I wish I could fly..." Jolt said wistfully, and Laserbeak on her helm transformed and flapped around her curiously.

"Not helping, Beaky. " she said, crossing her arms and giving the bird a look. "I really always wanted to be an Energon Seeker, you know? Flying everywhere, free, agile, desirable, you know. But instead I'm stuck on the ground as boring Field Scout Jolt. Ugh." she continued sadly.

Soundwave thought for a moment, then pointed a long digit at Laserbeak.

"Laserbeak: transform. Operation: Flight." he commanded in his monotone, and Laserbeak chirped, attached himself to Jolt's surprised frame, and transformed himself so that his wings were swept back and his pulse thrusters faced downwards.

"Follow." Soundwave told Jolt, then took a running transform off the Nemesis.

"How?!" Jolt asked.

"Laserbeak is tapped into your thoughts. Think, and he will do as you wish." Soundwave explained mentally.

"Oh, okay. Let's have go at this then..." Jolt said, experimentally thinking "up" and shooting up into the air.

"HOVER. HOVER!" she desperately thought, and Laserbeak came to a smooth stop and hovered in place.

Soundwave effortlessly flew three rings around her, then sent a thought: "You are thinking manual commands, and as such cannot transition efficiently between moves. Suggestion: Attempt to envision your entire flight path in your mind, and let Laserbeak do the work."

Laserbeak chirped in agreement.


An hour or so later, with extreme concentration, Jolt could fly at least as well as a Vehicon seeker. She landed on the Nemesis' deck, stumbling for a second and cursing her high heels, before teetering then stabilising and literally leaping for joy.

Soundwave landed not far off, and Jolt, almost without thinking, ran up and enveloped him an almost-painful hug and tucked her helm against Soundwave's chest, quietly thanking him over and over. He patted the top of her helm awkwardly, not really knowing what to do.

Meanwhile, Starscream was in the literal equivalent of the Pit.


I'm evil, I know.