A/U: icecreamsundaes2011 here, as we approach the end of this story. Thanks to Answerthecall and tfj4ever for reviews last chapter.

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The younglings poured into the storage room and got their weapons off the shelves.

Swiftblade took his sabers, while Starfall equipped his null rays. Divespade and Ricochet, being older, had their weapons directly fused with their frame.

Silverwhirl was too young to participate, and so was led back to the Communication Center by a Vehicon.

The quartet stepped into the firing range, which was empty due to most mechs doing missions or duty right now. From the other door, emerged Shockwave.

With his single optic, he regarded his pupils. Then he sent Starfall, Divespade, and Ricochet to start practicing shooting at automatons. Swiftblade will of course, spar with him.

"Aim higher when blocking, and make use of the other saber to jab the legs for the immobilization of the target." blankly stated Shockwave as he evaded all of Swiftblade's attacks with a graceful ease "Don't slow down after a slash, prepare your next strike before your opponent has time to recover."

By the time Weapon Mastery was over, all the younglings were panting as their systems worked hard to cycle the stuffy air of the ship.

"Man, that was my least favorite class of all time, who knew Starfall could screech so loud? My audios are still ringing." whined Ricochet as the group headed towards the Communications Center for their next lesson in hacking and intercepting common Autobot signals.

"At least I didn't get hit a million times like you." muttered an embarrassed seekelet as his wings lowered themselves to match his mood.

The rest of the way was reasonably peaceful, with minor argument breaking out and dispersing almost immediately due to the participants' lack of energy to put much effort into their retorts. The familiar doorway of the center was opened, and the tired younglings streamed in, collapsing in the chairs near the silver femmling who was curled up in her sire's lap while the two of them deciphered transmission data that Soundwave had acquired the last time he hacked the Autobot's servers.

Once they were done the feed they were working on, the TIC handed out some datapads containing worksheets on basic Cybertronian glyphs. then the two resumed their decoding process.

All was quiet in the room, only the clicking of servos on tablets and the steady hum of the ships engines were heard.

Then it was Lunch Break.

It was Divespade's turn to bring the energon that cycle, so she departed for the Rec. room. The rest stayed and started to chat about possible alt-forms.

"I'm gonna be a X-15, it can fly at Mach 6!" exclaimed Starfall as he puffed his chest out in pride.

"Big deal, the Su-37 is way more powerful than your dainty little jet. It may be a bit slow, but it's slagging great for combat and maneuverability." smugly said Ricochet with a arrogant smirk on his faceplates.

"Flight is overrated, I'm going to be a tank." said Swiftblade nonchalantly as he worked on the datapads.

"What do you want to be, 'Whirl?" asked a curious Starfall as he shifted closer to the sparkling.

"An IAI Eitan because they're fast and have a surveillance function." replied the femmling as she took out a new datapad.

Just then, Divespade was back with the energon, and everyone murmured their thanks as they took their drinks. There were real smiles as they teased and laughed with each other.

Another day of learning was over, and they have the entire afternoon off today. There's no lessons tomorrow, so it was like the weekends for the young transformers who still haven't lost all their innocence, even in the depressing and harsh environment they grew up in. Let's hope that the bits and pieces of their honor and personalities will never crumble beneath the oppressing grasp of the Decepticon name, as the Nemesis headed towards a new horizon...


Okay, the next chapter is the last one and I have no idea how to wrap this story up, any ideas? Until I can think of a plausible end to the plotline, this story will stay as in progress. Until next time, I'm icecreamsundaes, signing off...