Thanks to a certain person, Iceshadow911247, I am now looking at my closet, then my door, then my window every two seconds.

Primus, I always seem to write up these chapters at around 2:30-3:30 AM..

Do you know what I hate about Author Alert email thingies? What it says.. it freaks me out.

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Is that scary or what?

Anyway enough with my hideousness, just read the chapter. Oh, and review, eh?


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"Bumblebee, take Nightwish to the Med Bay," Optimus boomed as he regally entered the rec. room with a look mixed of worry and happiness. "Ironhide, Prowl, and Jazz will come with me to meet the new arrivals, along with Jolt in case they need medical attention." Optimus transformed down, along with the other four 'bots that were going to meet the newly arriving, hopefully, Autobots. They all flew out of the hangar and onto the road, two NEST jeeps following behind them, to their landing coordinates which was only a 28.9 minute drive.

They easily got to the landing coordinates in record time, cutting off 7.3 minutes of the original estimated time. The 'bots transformed in order of height: Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Prowl, and lastly Jazz. The drivers of the twin NEST vehicles, Lennox and Epps, slowed the jeeps to a stop behind their metal heroes and watched as three projectiles fell from the sky; a tail of fire sprouting from the back of each as gravity pulled them down at unimaginable speeds.

Optimus Prime barely moved an inch as the three metal spheres slammed into the overgrown grass, each sending worse tremors than the last. The young Prime stepped towards the three spheres and watched as they each transformed into humanoid, metal beings. A red and white mech, a golden mech, and a red femme walked up to the four Autobots, that is, until the femme saw the humans. She let out a large metallic shriek and raised her pede to stomp on one.

"DIE!" Just as she was going to slam her pede, the golden mech grabbed her around the waist and yanked her back. The femme kicked and hissed at him- the organic creatures didn't frighten her. They disgusted her. She pouted at the mech before going limp in his servos, opting to stare over at the blue and red flamed Autobot.

"My designation is Optimus Prime," The semi started, nodding to each of the arrivals. "May I ask what your designations are?"

The bright red femme looked at the golden mech in surprise, this Optimus must know where their creations were. He had too.

"My name is Ninja," The red femme pointed to herself, then turned towards the two mechs behind her. "The golden mech is my bonded, Legacy, and the red and white mech is Red Alert."

Prowl's optics widened as he stared at the red and white mech, Red Alert, with surprise. He had always thought that Red had died... millennia ago. To know that his best friend had survived, well, it made the normally emotionless Prowl smile. Now, don't get him wrong, Prowl hated any and all mushy, physical contact... but, right now, Prowl just wanted to hug the mech that stared at him with equal surprise and lookeda lop-sided grin.

Prowl charged forward at tackled the security director in a massive glomp. "Frag it, Red! I thought you were dead you glitch!" The security director snorted in amusement as the SIC stood back up, holding out his hand to Red to help him back up. Jazz stood staring at them in surprise and horror: everyone, minus Prowl, knew of Jazz's undying love for the SIC and seeing the two hug well, Jazz started to think that there had to be something between the two mechs.

"So, silver mech, is there by any chance two femmes on this planet? Their sisters, Elektra and Nightwing?" Jazz was snapped out of his thoughts as the golden mech, Legacy, he reminded himself, strolled up to him and asked. Jazz could see the tidal wave of worry and fear that Legacy was trying to hold back- he wasn't one to show much emotion.

"Da name's Jazz, and ya Ellie and 'Wing are back at base." The golden mech let out a large sigh of relief, before turning to Prime as he called for attention.

"Let us head back to the base." With that said, the young Prime was about to transform when he heard someone clear their throat. He stopped and stared at Lennox, who pointed at the new arrivals and stated, "Don't they need alt. modes, Boss Bot?"

The Autobot leader was completely embarrassed as he nodded towards the three arrivals. He was at a loss of words until Ironhide, finally speaking, came to his aid. "How 'bout we send you the coordinates and you can come to base after y'all find alt. modes?"


Ninja stared at the beautiful, expensive-looking car that drove past her hiding spot. She instantly scanned the car, a blue light bursting from her optics and going over the car. Her protoform instantly started to morph to allow her to transform into the gorgeous auto-mobile she had picked.

The beautiful red femme had chosen a 2012 Porsche Carrera GT convertible.


The two mechs had decided to go together to find their alt. modes, only to come upon a neighborhood that was full of mansions and expensive cars. They shared a look and twin smirks danced on their face-plates as their optics looked at every different car with even more happiness and vigor then the last. That is, until both mechs zeroed on the cars that fit them the most.

Legacy scanned a golden 2012 Lamborghini Reventon, his optics lighting up in joy at the thought of his sexy new alt. He turned towards Red Alert just as the mech scanned his own alt. mode, a 2010 Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Super Sport. Both mechs transformed down to their new vehicle forms and raced off to the Autobot's base.


Nightwing groaned as she laid there on the berth, optics offlined, trying to go back into recharge. A dull throb racked the femme's spark, making her groan and, with much reluctance, online her optics. She felt a presence near her, like mediums or psychics can feel a ghost; she looked to her right and instantly jolted-

"What the french toast?" The femme stared at the four bots before her- three were supposed to be dead and the other, well, Elektra was always near. Kind of like a rubber ducky in a bath tub. The cool ones.. not the boring yellow ones, ya know? Like when they look like a pirate duck and - Nightwing shook her head to clear her thoughts, before turning to the two mechs and femme that stood in front of her.

"C-creators?" Primus, she thought. I'm seeing dead 'bots.. I wonder how much pain killers that ole Hatchet decided to give me... hmm...


Hey, I just squeaked,

and this is creepy,

but I'm a rubber ducky,

so, squeeze me maybe?

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