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To the guest who commented on the last chapter: I'm trying not to ship Arcee and Smokescreen, but it just happened. I don't know where it came from,I just had too.. It started out as something funny and then it turned south..

How I write things:

"This is talking"

'This is thinking'

:: This is comm. link ::

This is messaging

This is Cybertronian

I think that's all of it.


"My, my, Starscream, you're making a habit of coming to the med. bay." Knock Out grinned teasley as he watched the former Seeker Starscream trudge into the room, bruises and cuts covered him from head to toe, bleeding from some gashes as it left a reddish purple trail.

Most of his injuries didn't even come from the encounter with the Autobots. Megatron found out Starscream failed his mission AND allowed the enemy to make off with the Energon, and well.. things didn't go so well for Starscream.

Starscream grunted angrily in response and dropped his back on the med. berth, grumbling about the pain he's in as it was a call for Knock Out to start his examination.

"Let me guess, you failed your mission and Megatron wasn't too pleased about it?"

"It wasn't my fault! Soundwave gave me a false reading saying he have located a relic! It was his own sloppy doing!" Protested the muddy trench coat user, swinging his arm towards the redhead, unintentionally causing a few specks of wet dirt to get on Knock Out.

"Hey, watch the clothes!" Knock Out hastily wiped off the mud from his jacket before it started to stain.

Yes, he actually looked up ways human clothes can get ruined from and how to get rid of them by any means necessary.

Without his sweet rims and finish to work on, Knock Out resorted to make sure his clothes were kept clean and looking his best while trapped in his new body.

"For Primus sake, and take off that coat! It's filthy…" It bothered him so much to the point he would be willing to wash it himself if he had to. Starscream did what he was told only to have it taken by the narcisses.

During the examining, the medic notices a crooked nose on his patient, hiding a smile. "Did Megatron do this?" His ears picked up something along the lines of 'Autobots' from the other's mouth as the rest was too silent for him to catch.

"Well, lucky for you, I know how to fix this." Knock Out gentle gripped on Starscream's nose." I think…"

"Wait what?"

There was a quick CRACK sound.

"Ow! Damn it, Knock Out, you-"

"Fixed it." The ruby medic finished, watching Starscream rubbed his now fixed nose.

"When did you..?"

"I am a medic after all, Starscream. I have to learn these types of things in case of an emergency." Needless to say, Knock Out got his human medical information from the internet. It was really helpful aside from accidently stumble upon certain disgusting facts about the human body.

Needless to say, he will never look at them at the same way again.

"Right." And Starscream just left it at that.

"Now hold still," In his hand was a damped cloth drenched with this liquid that came out of a black bottle. Never seeing the substance before during his visits in the med bay, Starscream quirked a brow.

The contact with the wet cloth against his scrapped skin felt like it was setting his wounds on fire.

"Gah!" The Seeker shrieked, yanking his arm back, staring at Knock Out like he was crazy. "What the Pit is that stuff?!"

"Hydrogen peroxide. It's for cleaning those nasty cuts before it gets infected." Knock Out tried not to seem amused by Starscream's shocked reaction.

"Why does it have to burn? No! Get that away from me!" Knock Out was about to administer more of the burning liquid on Starscreams other wounds, but he had already sprinted off the berth and out of the med. bay. Knock Out only sighed, shaking his head.

:: Breakdown, come in, Breakdown. I like to report a runner from the med. bay. ::

Breakdown was in the hallway, headed to where Knock Out was at with more medical supplies. He spotted the Seeker running in his direction. :: You mean Starscream? I thought you always keep tabs on your patients. ::

:: Yeah, well, accidents happen. Bring him back, will ya, buddy? ::

:: Yeah, yeah. :: The mech sighed heavily. Starscream was about to rush past Breakdown, completely unaware that Breakdown had orders to drag him right back to the med. bay.

Literary, that's what Breakdown did. Tripping the Seeker by only sticking his foot out, Starscream fell painfully face first into the metallic catwalk. Maybe it was just him, but Breakdown felt a bit of joy from the Starscreams pain, dragging the patient down the hall by his ankle with his free hand while the other was holding the supplies.

:: Got 'em. Mind telling me what's up this time? :: Breakdown cracked a twisted grin from hearing Starscream begging for him not take him Knock Out's med. bay., the Primus damned Pit hole that even Unicron himself wouldn't wish on his greatest enemies..

Starscream may have his dramatic moments, although this is a pretty accurate description.

:: Hydrogen peroxide. I don't know how to describe the pain. All I know it's strong enough to send Starscream runnin' as if Megatron was after his Spark for the umpteenth time. :: He causally shrugs as the doors to the med. bay opened.

"You sure work fast. And you got the supplies too."

The dark blue shirt wearing mech rolled his golden eyes. "Yeah, I don't need any help or anything. Thanks for asking." First, Breakdown sets down the box of supplies, then he helps Knock Out strap Starscream onto one of the berths, ignoring violent threats and avoiding punches and scratches to the face (the guy still had amazingly sharp nails).

The Energon binds (is that what they are called?) securely pinned down Starscream's scrawny wrist and ankles.

"Knock Out! As the second in command, I order you to release me!" Panic was infused with the Seeker's high pitched shriek. Breakdown stood back, leaning against the wall as he observed Knock Out continuing to give Starscream his treatment.

Out of the med. bey went out Starscream, twitching traumatized by the pain he went through. Covered in bandages to hide his wounds, he honestly thought Knock Out made it more painful than it needed in revenge from when Starscream scratched his finish one time as a consequence of racing against the humans.

"Sadist medic…"

"Please, do come back again." He growled hearing the same medic taunting him. "It gets rather lonely in here with the lack of test subj- patients." And that was it until the doors slammed shut with a laughing medic behind it.

"You're just making him dislike you more than usual, you know that right?" Breakdown knew his redheaded partner wouldn't care what other's think of him (unless it had something to do with his finish and appearance) and certainly doesn't give a flying frag to what Starscream thinks of him.

Knock Out leaned to the side, a hand on resting on his hip. "Ah let the femme throw his tantrum. Trust me, he would be whining even more if his limbs got infected and fell off, and human arms aren't easy to reattach." He stated as once already he had to replace Starscream's arm as it mysteriously fell off and misplaced for reasons unknown.

"But to be on the safe side, how about you and I take a little break outside of the ship?" Another encounter with Starscream would most likely not end well. Besides, it is the perfect excuse to get off board the Nemesis. Megatron wouldn't mind either (not like they will ask anyway) as there was nothing important to do. If so, he would just contact them via comm link in case of an emergency.

Breakdown was all on that idea. "You have a place in mind?"

"Not really. It'll just a be a little stroll around town. I hate to admit that these bodies of ours might even allow us to gain a new perspective on the humans."

"And when did you became ever so eager to learn about humans?"

"When I found out this species make sweet rides."

The duo eventually arrived in the outskirts of Jasper, Nevada so they wouldn't get detected by their sudden arrival. Then again, it was getting pretty late as the moon started to make itself known and its inhabitants were either at home or preparing to.

Breakdown looked around the rather bland town. "Wasn't this the place where you would street race at?"

"Before Starscream cut off my groundbridge privileges? Yep."

"You lost your groundbridge privileges, and yet, look at where you're at now."

"Let's not forget who opened the groundbridge and walked in before me, so if we do get in trouble, it's on you," Breakdown didn't even have to look at Knock Out to know he was smirking. He was still holding a grudge about him leaving Knock Out on the computer alone.

Knock Out walked forward, "Are you going to stand there?" Breakdown sighed and followed the red mech.

Arriving in the town, it was even emptier than expected aside from the occasional bystanders, all afraid to come anywhere near the visitors. Knock Out could tell because a teen took one look at Breakdown and started to walk faster in the opposite direction.

Knock Out laughed. "They are imitated by you."

"As they all should." Breakdown plainly spoke, looking down at the short mech before he changed the subject. "Do you even know we are going?"

"Nope. We're out on a stroll, remember? Though, there has to be something to do out here.. I would rather enter another street race." Knock Out paused, seeing no reason to run down that road.

"If nothing fun happens, I'm gonna make my own fun by blowing something up. What do those humans call it… a gas station? Those are like Energon storages right?" Knock Out was about to answer the brute's question, that is until another man purposely bump into Breakdown.

"Move it." Darkly spat the muscular human.

"You were in my way, so how about you watch where you are going?" The man turned back and returned the threatening glare back at Breakdown. Based off looks alone, black unkempt hair with a matching goatee and scruffy face, it made him look as if he was in his early thirties.

"Ha! What are going to do about it, freak?" The bearded man laughs coldy, shoving Breakdown back threatenly. Breakdown wasn't going to take that laying down; the Mech in retaliation swung his arm giving the the guy a good punch in the face, with compressed force of course, sending him stumbling backwards. Wiping his mouth feeling something wet running down it, found out that it was his own crimson blood coming from his mouth.

"Hmhp. You're not bad," Breakdown was caught thrown off guard by the man's half hearted compliment, still remaining alert. "Think you have what it takes to fight?"

"Is that a challenge?"

"Depends, are you two cops?"

"Do we look like cops to you?" Knock Out finally spoke up in the first time in minutes.

"I guess not. You two would be the weirdest cops I've met. Alright, follow me," Having no reason why not to follow a stranger they just met, the twosome trailed behind him without a sound. It wasn't too long until they reached their destination. The lead them through a dark alleyway to a building that looked worn down from the outside.

The man knocked on the door in a specific rhythm, a code of some type Knock Out assumed, as someone from the other side answered to it by opening the door.

"Yo, Donny," The other man exchanged an handshake in a warm greeting to the bearded man, 'Donny'. His attention wandered to the two unfamiliar men in the back. "And new people. What, are they fighters too?"

"I know the red one doesn't look much of a fighter, though his buddy here shows some potential."

Knock Out crossed his arms with a 'hmph' clearly offended while Breakdown playfully slapped Knock Out's arm saying 'calm down you sensitive glitch'.

"Whatever you say. Come right in."

The three men entered the building as it held a club inside; you know, the average pool tables in the back, guys sitting up front near the bar drinking until their hearts content as the smell of alcohol lingers the air, and of course music pumping from the speakers as bodies were moving to it on the dance floor. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, in Breakdown's mind anyway.

Then again, he never been to a club, neither has Knock Out. Unless you want to count back on Cybertron before the war started which was a grand total about a few times.

"Why did you ask if we were cops?" Breakdown questioned the guy who brought them here, failing to understand why anyone would be interested in a normal bar (he assumes it's a normal bar, for all he knows).

"Not exactly what I would call 'illegal'." Being a Decepticon who participated in illegal racing, Knock Out would be the one to know this.

"This is just a cover up; the real fun's in here." On the opposite side of the place, past all of the dancers (human's have a strange way of dancing..), was another door behind it were stairs leading downwards to somewhere below; nearly too dark to see for the human eyes.

"Watch your step," Donny warned as he was the first one down.

"This place should invest in a light," sarcastically muttered Knock Out, feeling the area for a railing to grab onto.

"Before I forgot, what are y'all names?"

"Um, Knock Out."

"Breakdown."

"Knock Out and Breakdown? Nicknames, huh? You'll fit right in," the ruby mech and blue warrior were confused by Donny's statement, though they didn't have time to utter a word as another door was opened, lights blinding their eyes, exposed to the harsh rays without warning. When they opened, they suddenly got wider. Donny grinned at the guys astonished look, "Welcome boys to the Cage."

The room was extremely bigger than anticipated despite there not being enough to fill it entirely. Enthusiast roaring came from spectators, either cheering or booing down the fighters in different rings as there appeared to be a total of five, the biggest one in the center of the area hinting where the intense ones are held. You could hear how each one went just by listening to the crowd.

The place was fairly lit, of all the lights coming from the ceiling like big, bright stars in space that blinds you if one would stare into it.

Breakdown winced slightly, spotting one of the challengers being thrown out of the ring by his opponent, swearing he heard something break when he landed brutally on his back. He chuckles darkly, seeing that said opponent didn't waste a minute to beat the grounded guy in the face. Shame that no one decided to intervene until the guy nearly died from blood lost.

"Looks like my kind of place."

The victor from the fight Breakdown witnessed a few moments ago, got up on the stage, raising his fist in the air in a victorious stance. The crowd cheered more, the winner's booming voice ruled supreme over theirs as he said, "Is there anyone else who dares to challenge me: The Pulveriser!?"

A smirk that often read as trouble and deviousness found its way on the face of Knock Out. "Breakdown here would."

His words caused a disturbing wave of silence; no one have seen these new people here before and here they are now, foolishing challenging the one known as The Pulveriser.

Breakdown blinked, slightly uneasy from the funny glances from the crowd. "Knock Out, what are you thinking?" Questioning Knock Out's action's was all too common for the yellowed eyed mech.

Knock Out's response was cut short by sharp voice, "What do we have here? New fresh meat for me to pound?" His adoring fans laughed when he did.

"Tch. You ain't so tough. I've seen better fighters than you in a scrapyard." Breakdown returned the banter. His wording may be a little off because of it's Cybertronian origin, nonetheless, everyone easily grasp its meaning as an insult.

"Then come up here and prove it. I need a new punching bag anyways."

"Funny, I thought the same thing." The crowd moved away allowing Breakdown access to the ring, but Knock Out stopped him before he proceeded.

"Don't tell me you're gonna talk me out of this, Knock Out, it was your idea."

"Who said anything about stopping you, by all means, beat that fleshy in a pulp - as I know you can. You gotta make him suffer too." There goes that conniving smile again. "Make him think he's winning, and then bring on the hurt. Just hold back on that strength of yours, don't wanna make it appear super easy for you."

"Whatever you say, Red."

Once Breakdown stepped into the ring, carefully navigating past a crimson puddle, he and The Pulverizer were exchanging dirty looks. This probably went without saying that Breakdown was just itching to get into another fight, mostly his long time foe Bulkhead. Ah, beggars can't be choosers, goes the saying.

"You know the rules, no hitting below the belt, no - ah hell with it, just fight!" The referee himself wanted to get this match started as soon as possible, eager to see the outcome as the rest.

Swung first was Pulveriser, and without boxing gloves to cushion the blow, it would have gave Breakdown a stinging feeling in his face if he hadn't moved back his head to dodge it. He jerks his head again to the right to evade another punch, remaining on the offensive side for the moment. His opponent was angered, if not offended from the lack of action Breakdown was giving him. The spectators, too were starting to get disappointed, jeering at the mech.

That ceased when Breakdown got one clear hit in the face and repaid the man the same thing, stumbling back from the impact left him dumbfounded.

"Lucky shot.." The Pulveriser spat some blood out of his mouth. Not too long later, he started to charge at Breakdown.

"I must say, your friend is holding himself up pretty well."

"That's Breakdown for you." Knock Out sounded almost proud when he turns his head to Donny.

"Usually, not many last long against him, especially when he gets his opponents on the ground. All I'm sayin' is you better hope Breakdown doesn't get thrown on his back like that last ones." The Pulverizer was known for destroying his victims when they are helplessly on the ground, hence why he got his nickname.

Mind getting knocked down? Read a digital text that entered Breakdown's processor in mid fight. He was able to glance briefly to the sidelines as his eyes spotted Knock Out with his arms crossed, grinning amusedly.

And why would I do that?

Just do it. Then, on my signal, show them what you're really made of.

I'm wondering why I'm still listening to you. Fine, you know what you are doing.

Very reluctant against the redhead's idea, his opponent's foot left the ground preparing to unbalance him with a swift kick as Breakdown foresaw. Pretending to make an effort to dodge it, not wanting the other to become suspicious of anything, the blue haired fighter was kicked onto the stage's hard floor as it was the first real damage he had taken (which actually caused him a little more pain than he intended to receive).

Hard to believe something as weak as a kick made him feel something in his chassis er body..

Knock Out, I'm gonna kill you when this is over. Getting his hind handed to him by the Autobots is a different story, purposely allow a mere human to do the same was just plain humiliating.

Aw. Did the big bad Breakdown get his aft kicked too hard? Don't worry, your medic says you'll live. The only thing that prevented Breakdown from jumping over the ring to punch Knock Out in the face was solely because they were friends.

Really. That was probably it.

Seeing Breakdown was down for the count, The Pulverizer scoffed "weak" under his breath.

"Finish him! Finish him! Finish him!" Cheered loudly the crowd (except Knock Out) as they awaited their idol to use his signature move.

Breakdown held onto the illusion of being too weak to see clearly see what was going on, let alone get up. However, he did catch what the Pulverizer was planning to do once he was standing onto the steel beams the the ropes were tied around.

Waiting for that signal.

Good. Keep waiting.

Knock Out watched the man's movements waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Wait for it… The guy leaped in the air. Now!

In a flash that almost seemed too unreal, he rolled out of the way, letting the Pulverizer kneel his elbow in the spot where Breakdown was suppose to be. You know that had to hurt when a pained yelled escaped his lips. Then the pained fighter was absurdly pulled back from the collar of his shirt, tossed on his feet before getting smacked down in the face by a huge fist. The only thing that the Pulverizer could process was the barrage of blows Breakdown was giving him.

To make matters worst, Breakdown was hardly holding back his strength (partially pissed was the reason behind it) as some bones were heard breaking, blood specks decorating the stage floor.

There was no rules that he said he couldn't do that. What else do you expect from a Decepticon?

After a couple of moments of that, Breakdown effortlessly picked up his nearly crippled opponent. With a powerful grunt, the Pulveriser was sent flying out of the ring, and ironically landed in the same place he tossed his previous opponent.

The room went quiet as the audience was completely shocked at what they witnessed from the new fighter, then out of nowhere they started to cheer, whooping and whistling loudly. It made him feel like he was gladiador in the pits of Kaon.

And what would every other warrior do when he won a battle? Enjoy the crowd cheering his name as he only entertains them with the tough guy performance by challenging anyone else to come up to fight him.

Knock Out shook his head, amused of how silly Breakdown looked while he was enjoying himself. The next thing he knew, there was something papery being slapped in his hands.

"What's this for?"

"It's your winnings. I made a bet that Breakdown would win against the pulverised Pulverizer," he chuckles from the little wordplay.

"So what you're telling me here is that the more fights Breakdown wins, the more money we get?"

"Exactly. People here bet on who's gonna win, a friendly little sport if it doesn't break out in another fight itself. I thought I help you two out a bit."

"Thanks." came Knock Out with a smile that wasn't filled with sarcasm or shrewdness.

A couple of hours have passed and Breakdown was already commenced in this fifth battle. Only the first night in the Cage and it appeared that he already riled up his own fanclub as more people seemed to crowd around his fights more than the others.

Knock Out was all too much familiar of Breakdown's fighting style, sitting back where there was a mini bar, chatting a bit with Donny who on the other hand was everything but bored with Breakdown.

"That friend you got there is something else. How he is able to go on his fifth fight without breaking a sweat is beyond me." Knock Out did keep out certain things that would give away their true identities or raise questioning.

Donny turns his head away from Breakdown and back to the redhead to ask, "Can you even fight?"

Knock Out swiveled around his chair, staring back at Donny in an offensive manner. "Make no mistake, I am a skilled fighter, thank you very much."

"Then tell me why aren't you fighting like your friend over there?"

"Do you know how messy and time consuming it is to wipe the loser's blood off my clothes? No thank you, I rather keep them stained free."

Breakdown's clothes were dark, so seeing crimson was near impossible to spot.

"Ah, so you're one of those." The last time Knock Out had heard those words was from Starscream when he disapproved Knock Out's choice in vehicle modes, so hearing this again made him wonder.

Feeling like there was nothing else to do, both of the men continued to watch Breakdown dominate another poor soul. Knock Out thought his eyes were playing tricks on him when Breakdown was panting.

Is Breakdown getting tired? Sure looks that way as Knock Out noticed the brut's movements were slowly down, yet he was on the top of his game.

"I think this will be his last fight. Then we shall take our leave for the night."

"Aw, you can't spare a little more time here? Barely got to know ya."

"Wish I could but the big lug over looks like he will pass out. Believe me when I say I will not be the one to carry his heavy body out of here." Megatron is another reason they need to hightail out of there. If the War Lord know those two snuck out of the ship without his permission, they would end up looking like Starscream was today.

"I gotcha. Oh, there's something I need to tell you about this place: You are absolutely not allowed to tell anyone about this place. Especially the cops. It was a risk telling you guys, though you're okay."

"My lips are seal." Knock Out made the two finger zip motion over his lips. He leaves the place after Breakdown won another battle and collected the money.

"Never seen you this happy to fight someone unless it was Bulkhead."

"Don't get me wrong, none of those humans was remotely close to fighting that pile of scrap. They were alright." Breakdown shrugged his bulky shoulders.

The next couple of seconds were silent until Breakdown nonchalantly spoke.

"... I'm hungry."

Knock Out frowned as his stomach started to growl. "Me too… Has to be a decent food establishment out here. Drinking Energon isn't satisfying as it used to be."

"Good. I thought that was just me."

Back at on the Nemesis, Soundwave was on the keyboards, partly on task and the other was focused on Laserbeak, lightly playing with the tike by using his black and purple tentacles to teach him how to stand.

He constantly checked the surveillance cameras to make sure none of the Vehicons or Megatron were about to enter the bridge. He would not- will not explain his reasonings for playing with a child.

Something went PING on the screen. Facing up, it's Knock Out trying to contact him.

"Hey, Soundwave, how's it going?" Knock Out greeted Soundwave in his usual tone.

Not a minute passed before Knock Out received a message. What are you doing are you off of the ship?

"Just getting some fresh air." His curt replied stirred something in Soundwave, though he remained emotionless.

"... and getting something to eat." He finished. "Do you want anything?" It was true that Soundwave too was getting tiresome of the same taste of Engeron. Maybe due to the cause that they were Techno-Organics and the Energon wasn't satisfying their organic half.

In his head, Soundwave receives the name of the place Knock Out and Breakdown were at. Soundwave opened a new window on the computer, entering the name in the data web, or the internet the human's call it, and looked it up. It was an italian themed restaurant.

He started to look at the menu they provided on the site, carefully decided what he wanted based off of the pictures like a kid would since human culinary wasn't common for the mech.

He chose something that was called 'spaghetti' and Laserbeak was pointing at it too, almost as if wanted some too. Good thing there was also a kid's meal.

"So that's what you want? What about Lord Megatron?"

Hold on.

Soundwave requested Megatron to come down to the bridge which in fact the War Lord was already making his way down there.

"What is it, Soundwave?" Megatron asked. Soundwave pointed a finger to the screen. What he saw first was Knock Out's icon and food menu.

"Do you want anything?" Soundwave repeated in Knock Out's voice.

Megatron scanned over the menu, thinking over what he wanted. "I want the... ravioli."

Just then, the doors hissed opening with the seeker we all known to hate… Or tolerate at times. It depends on the mood. There was also a small group of Vehicon-Human soldiers behind him.

"My Lord, I'm afraid that I am unable to find- what is going on here?"

"Knock Out is getting everyone food." Megatron simply answered, resenting his anger for the Seeker.

"That's right, so you better behave if you want me to bring you back something~" Knock Out sang in a teasing manner that he knew Starscream would get mad at.

His planned worked, hearing the Seeker growled in annoyance made him smile.

"Do you want anything or not? Otherwise, I'll just get you nothing because this line is getting shorter and we're almost to the front."

"Grr… Um… This lasagna?"

"C-commander Starscream?" Nervously spoke the Techno-Organic Steve, head barely able to look Starscream's eyes.

"What?"

"C-can we have something too?" By the looks of it, Steve was like the representative of the other Vehicons as they were too scared to speak on their minds.

"Was that the Vehicons?" asked Knock Out.

Megatron replied, eyes on the trembling drones. "Yes, and they want something to eat as well."

"How many?"

"Five."

"We'll bring them back something." Doesn't matter if they are Vehicon-Humans, they still don't have the right to choose. "Okay, all the orders are down. With any luck we'll be there in about 15 minutes." Knock Out stated.

"Breakdown! Don't give me that 'my arms are too tired' slag, you are going to help carry this!" And then connections went offline.

Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, Laserbeak, and the Vehicons all awaited silently in the room. Soon a call from Knock Out and Breakdown came in requesting for a groundbridge.

Breakdown came out of it first, carry mostly all of the bags that Knock Out put on him on the act of sheer laziness. The most the medic was holding was two.

Breakdown carefully sets down everything the floor, giving his arms a break. Megatron's red optics slid over to Knock Out, spotting the medic pathetically hiding something behind his back.

"Knock Out, what is that behind your back?"

Knock Out's delayed response made Megatron form a more threatening glare.

Breakdown found it was best to speak on his partner's behalf. "My Lord, Knock Out is refusing to share the breadsticks."


One does not simply eat all of the breadsticks themselves. When you bring some breadsticks, you better share with me.

Sorry for being late! My computer was acting up all week so I couldn't write! And then, when I got my chromebook, I was able to write more so I guess that was an upside… Then again, I had tons of school stuff to do…

To make up for the lost time, I ended up making the chapter a little bit longer than usual. (To see me write a chapter that's 5,000 words will not be happening often unless something big is going on.)

Come on now, I love Knock Out and Breakdown so much to kinda give the their own chapter.

Honestly, I would love to be a Decepticon, I have the mindset :3. But alas, I'm naturally too nice and caring, and more importantly, I would probably piss off half the people there so guess I'm with the Autobots. As long as Smokescreen is my friend, I'm fine.

Guys, I am sorry that I suck at fight scenes. T-T. It's not really my thing even though I still try to learn how to make better ones.

Next chapter will also be on the Decepticons because why not? And then back to the Autobots before going and so on.

I can only pray to Primus that it won't take me 2 weeks to write this...

Before I forget, I went back to chapters 1 and 3 to fix Arcee's appearance and Laserbeak. Mostly Laserbeak because for some strange reason, I thought he was grey (I blame the lighting on my T.V)