A/N: Whoo! I just bandaged my wound, and I fell about fifty percent better! XD Anyways, I feel the need to tell all of you that we are approaching the end of this amazing story. I want to thank Autobotschic for letting me use her O.C Shadow Stalker, and Autobot Trapjaw for letting me use Trapjaw! I love them both! They are amazing! XD This isn't the last chapter! I have a couple of more planned, but I felt the need to thank you both, and everybody who reads, review, Favorited, and added the story to their alerts!

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Bee4ever: XD isn't he! I love him to pieces!

Autobot Trapjaw: XD I thought that would be a nice touch. Things were going to well in that scene! XD Thank you!

Autobotschic: OH NO! Think of something sad! I don't need you doing something under the influence of maniacal laughter D=

Minimus Prime: XD right! It would go crazy, of course I can imagine a few things going wrong. For instance, Shadow Stalker confusing Ultra Magnus for Optimus. That would horrible!

Anonymous BW FG: XD My mom told me the other day that there are no stupid questions, only stupid people. She cracked me up. I still don't think I would be able to come up with questions cause all I can think of is "If you have 13 ice cubes, and I have 38, how many pancakes will fit on my roof?" and of course the answer would be, " Purple, because aliens don't wear hats." XD

Premagna: Oh they will! XD Thank you!

Shadow Stalker sighed as she sat behind her desk. Even four vorns later, she had no idea how Prowl had pawned the position of femme commander onto her. It was awfully sneaky of him, that was for sure.

Optimus and Shadow Stalker glared at the black and white bot behind the desk. Prowl sat calmly staring at them in return. "As I was saying. I believe Shadow Stalker would be the perfect bot for the position."

"I'll slag you for this, Prowl. I don't want the fragging position!"

Prowl shook his helm. "I believe you are just scared."

"I'm not scared!"

"Prove it." Prowl challenged.

"I'll take the position, and I'll fragging show you!" Shadow Stalker stomped out of the room, and as soon as the door closed behind her she cursed. "Primus frag it! Prowl is good."

Shadow Stalker allowed her helm to hit the desk. "I hate this job!"

Shadow Stalker jumped as the lights in her office flickered. "Again?" She slowly stood up and glanced around. "That was the fourth time today."

"Hello Shadow Stalker."

Shadow Stalker turned, activated her blaster, and aimed in a matter of Astroseconds. She gulped at the familiar bot in front of her. ::Commander Shadow Stalker, we have a problem!::

::Let me guess. Decepticons.::

::How did yo-:: Shadow Stalker cut the transmission.

"Ironblazer."

The mech smirked. "It's been awhile. Unfortunately, I have to terminate you. You've been causing quite a few problems for the Decepticons, young one."

Shadow Stalker sneared at the mech as he began walking around the room. "Frag you!"

"Not being a bad influence to the Prime are you?" Ironblazer's fist flew forward and struck Shadow Stalker in the gut.

Shadow Stalker let out a grunt as she hit the ground. It was silent moment as she stood up again. A wild smirk crossed her face. ""I'm a bad influence, sure." She picked up her blaster from the ground. "But, slag, am I fun or what?" She shot her blaster with such speed that it struck Ironblazer by surprise. He barely moved out of the way in time to dodge.

"There is a very fine line between fun, and dangerous, Young One."

"I'm not your fragging young one!" Shadow Stalker took a couple of more shots at the mech, missing each time.

::Commander, we've forced the cons into retreat! Should we follow?::

Ironblazer let out a long laugh. "I am sorry, my sparkling, but it seems my men are being overrun. I must make this meeting short." Ironblazer gripped Shadow Stalker's helm, and smashed it against the wall, letting her fall to the ground. "You have gotten weak. Perhaps it is the Prime that is the bad influence." He smirked as the lights flickered again, and he vanished.

Shadow Stalker groaned as her optics began to shuttered. "Slag." She muttered as she fell offline.

::Commander, what should we do? Commander!::

PG

Optimus sighed as he looked out on the city. ::Optimus to Ironhide::

::Ironhide here::

::How is the Ark coming along?::

::It should be ready. We still need some conductors::

Optimus sighed. ::Do you have any ideas on how to find some?::

::Wheeljack said he knew where some were, but the area is under Decepticon control::

::I see. Thank you, Ironhide. Prime out::

Optimus pulled a data pad out of his desk drawer, and stood up. "This is last thing I want to do." He left his office before walking down the hall and knocking on Prowl's door. The door opened and he stepped in. "We need to start centralizing Autobots to Iacon. I need it to be in movements that are not attention grabbing." He gave the data pad to Prowl.

Prowl nodded. "The Ark is almost complete?"

"Wheeljack said all he needs are some conductors. We will have him take as many at a time as he can. I want a bot with him all times."

Prowl nodded. "I see." Prowl looked over the data pad, and nodded again. "I will start making plans. Have you spoken to Shadow Stalker?"

"Shadow? No, I haven't. Why?"

"The sector she was positioned in showed Decepticon activity earlier this orn. I have not been able to get in touch with the base. That could be caused by the reported power outages though."

Optimus frowned. "Should we send help?"

Prowl leaned back. "Everything should be fine. If it wasn't they would have a bo-" A knock at the door interrupted Prowl. He quickly frowned. "Come in."

The door opened, and a femme walked in. "I was sent from the base near Kaon."

Optimus groaned. "Prowl."

Prowl nodded for the femme to continue. "I am part of the advance team. I am here to inform you that Commander Shadow Stalker, and the rest of the Autobots from the base are headed back to headquarters."

Optimus released a sigh. "How far behind you were they?"

"About an orn."

Optimus nodded. "Thank you."

The saluted before exiting the office. Prowl smirked. "You were worried for a moment there."

"Be quiet, Prowl. I need those plans sent to Ironhide, and Warpath as well."

Prowl nodded. "Of course."

Shadow Stalker paced along her sector's camp. They were pretty close to Iacon now. Her bots were exhausted. The Decepticons had packed a punch, that was for sure. Ironblazer though. That was a surprise. A very unwelcome surprise.

"Shadow Stalker?"

Shadow Stalker jumped and twisted around. It was only Chromia. Shadow Stalker released a sigh. Her second in command leaned against the side of the huge cliffs that surrounded them. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Thanks, Chromia."

Chromia frowned. "You don't seem fine. You are tired, just like the rest of us. Get some rest."

"I'm fine, really."

Chromia glared. "Get some rest or I'll blast your aft off!"

Shadow Stalker jumped, and frowned. She had learned not to challenge Chromia. She wasn't Ironhide's bonded for nothing. "Okay!" She slowly walked towards a clear spot on the ground, being eyed down by Chromia. "I'm not going to run off!"

"How do I know that?"

Shadow Stalker huffed. She laid down on the ground, and turned her back to dangerous femme. "Because!"

"That's not an answer. Rest. I'm going to go check on the others." Chromia walked past Shadow Stalker. "Stay." She smirked as she walked off.

Shadow Stalker offlined her optics. She relaxed at the darkness that greeted her. There were no nightmares yet. She let herself relax a bit more, and unintentionally fell into a light recharge.

Energon leaked down from the blade she clutched in her servos. It slid off the hilt, and started dripping down onto her face. The bot above her went limp as his optics flickered off, and his mouthplates remained wide open from the screech he had bellowed out not two seconds before.

The crowd went crazy. They cheered, and yelled in approval of the brutal act of murder they had just witnessed. Shadow Stalker's small servos began to shake. She dropped the sword, and the body fell to the side with it. Her scared optics flashed around the arena looking for the bot she had grown accustomed to being with. Ironblazer.

She had finally located him, and looked at with tears in her optics. He stood proud at the entrance of the arena. His servos slowly began clapping as nodded with approval to the young Shadow Stalker.

Shadow Stalker shot up, her optics wide with fear, as she scrambled off the ground.

"Shadow Stalker?" Chromia came around the corner. She stopped short when she noticed the energon tears that started running down Shadow Stalker's face. "Hey, are you okay?" She slowly stepped forward with slow calculated movements. "Shadow Stalker?"

Shadow Stalker slowly wiped her optics, and shook her helm. "I'm okay." She finally found her voice, and straightened her body up from the hunch she was in. "Are the bots ready. It's about time we move out."

Chromia nodded. "They're ready. I was coming to get you. Are you sure that you're okay?"

Shadow Stalker sent a smile. "Just a bad dream. I'm fine."

PG

Optimus stood at his window waiting on the group from Kaon to return. They were due back a joor ago, and they have yet to arrive. Optimus' door slid open, and stomping sounded from the entrance. He quickly turned, and shuttered his optics.

Shadow Stalker glared at him. "Do you know what happened today?"

"No?"

"Oh I'll fragging tell you! I haven't had highgrade since the day before yesterday!"

Optimus snorted as he walked up to Shadow Stalker and wrapped his arms around her. "Really? I had a horrible day as well. I have been worrying over a certain femme, because she refused to comm. me and tell me that she was okay."

Shadow Stalker returned the hug. "I'd offline her."

Optimus chuckled. "Unfortunately I cannot. I believe I love her."

"She is one lucky femme." Shadow Stalker smashed her face against Optimus' chassis. "I was actually supposed to report to Ratchet."

"He can wait." Optimus refused to remove his servos from Shadow Stalker's waist.

"It's either I go, or Trapjaw comes and offlines me with her ratchets."

"Ratchet has rubbed off on her."

"I can't tell." Shadow Stalker smiled. "She's always been kind of crazy."

"I heard that!"

Shadow Stalker jumped as Optimus removed his arms. "Heh, Hey Trapjaw!"

"You were supposed to go directly to Ratchet. Chromia said you had an incident."

"Incident?" Optimus asked.

"It was nothing!" Shadow Stalker mumbled. "I'll come back as soon as Ratchet has his way with me.

Optimus raised an optic ridge. "Okay then?"

Shadow Stalker ran up to the big mech, and gave him a kiss. "You might get more tonight, if you're lucky."

"I haven't been having such good luck lately." Optimus joked.

Shadow Stalker laughed. "I can change that."

Trapjaw made a purging sound causing Shadow Stalker to roll her optics.

Trapjaw stood up and walked out of the room, flicking her tail sassily at the two. Shadow Stalker giggled. "I'm coming!" She gave Optimus one last peck before ran out behind Trapjaw.

Trapjaw sat outside Optimus' office, and stood up as Shadow Stalker ran out. "Any reason you ran to Optimus first? You usually do that when you need comforting."

"There's a reason for everything Trapjaw, so when I smack you upside the helm... remember, I have a reason."

Trapjaw snorted. "Well, when did you become such a smart aft?"

"As soon as I learned that I had to be so I could deal with Prowl properly."

Trapjaw laughed.

Shadow Stalker smirked as Trapjaw and her entered the med bay. "It has to be Mirage!"

"No." Trapjaw answered.

"Hound?"

"No!"

Shadow Stalker smirked as a certain red and white medic entered her field of vision. "Ratchet?"

"You really are no good at telling who a person likes, are you?"

Shadow Stalker shrugged. "You didn't say no."

"No, I'm not in love with Ratchet."

"You are a filthy lying Decepticon."

Trapjaw transformed, and rolled her optics. "Whatever you want your petty little processor to think. Sit on that berth right over there, and I'll go get the equipment I need."

Shadow Stalker smiled as she swung her legs from the berth. Ratchet walked past, and stopped before he backed up. "I didn't expect you to come in."

"Wait, you didn't send Trapjaw to come get me?"

"No."

"Fragging glitch!"

Ratchet smirked. "She's an over-achiever, that one."

Shadow Stalker crossed her servos as Ratchet walked off. Trapjaw walked up to the berth, and plugged a small computer into Shadow Stalker's neck port. "Who hit you on the back of the helm?"

"A wall."

Trapjaw raised an optic ridge. "Did you fall?"

"No, a Decepticon got a lucky shot, and slammed it against the wall before he made his escape."

"A lucky shot? Nobody gets a lucky shot on you, Shadow Stalker." Trapjaw typed a few things into the computer. "Chromia said she found you in stasis. Is the blow to the helm what caused it?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"You also have a slight dent on your abdomen."

"Yeah, and?"

Trapjaw let out an aggravated sigh. "Did the Decepticon get a lucky shot in then too?"

Shadow Stalker pursed her lip components. "Yes!"

"Somehow I doubt that. What happened?"

"Nothing." Shadow Stalker looked away from Trapjaw.

Trapjaw nodded. "Alright. Whatever. I was just worried. You're fine. The dents will pop out by themselves, and you don't have any real processor damage, or real problems besides being a pain in my aft."

Shadow Stalker stood up off the berth. "Thanks."

"Shadow, you know if anythings wrong, you can tell me."

"Yeah, I know."

Trapjaw frowned. "Sometimes I feel like you don't know. I only have one request, alright?"

Shadow Stalker turned to face Trapjaw. "What?"

"If anything bad happens, tell me."

Shadow Stalker nodded. "Alright."

Trapjaw pulled Shadow Stalker into a hug. "I'm serious. I'll hurt you if you don't."

Shadow Stalker chuckled. "Perceptor?"

"NO!" Trapjaw yelled pushing Shadow Stalker away. "I do not like Perceptor, or Wheeljack for that matter."

Shadow Stalker laughed. "Okay then!"