Author's note: XD THE PLOT IS GOING! XD next chapter XD hiding from Zombies and from the angry dead. The capture of Silverbolt and Megatron's search...

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Rebel Stronghold, Cybertron

"Starscream…" Skyfire was gently sliding both hands down over the Seeker's wings softly, rubbing in small circles and attempting to sooth the rather agitated mech as best he could. "Just calm down and take a deep breath, Devcon will report in soon, I'm sure." He was dropping a kiss against the other's silvery helm, letting out a quiet sigh knowing that things were just going to get a lot worse before they got better.

"He should have by now... something isn't right." Starscream was twitching slightly, wings trembling as he was pacing up and down before finally coming to a stop before Skyfire, his crimson optics glancing up into the face of his lover. Guilt swept up through him sharply, a feeling that burned into his spark and reminded him it was his fault Skyfire had been left in that prison. "I can't help it... don't you get it? If he fails... "

"If he fails, we'll just have to track the Autobots, they are going after the same target." A hand was stroking over the warm helm again, attempting to draw the other into his arms and was surprised when Starscream pulled away again from him. "Starscream, please stop blaming yourself over what happened to me." The vorns in that prison hadn't been as kind as they seemed, the large white and crimson frame were marked with abuse… ones that had made Starscream flinch and be unable to touch him, the look of guilt in those handsome features.

"The Autobots are fools..." Starscream muttered before managing to meet the other mech's eyes for a moment, before pulling away from those wonderful hands, pulling away from where he finally felt safe again. "How can I, Skyfire? How is it not my fault? Look at you…" A finger touched one of the faint marks on the white armour, before his hand jerked away and he was wanting to just kick himself for touching that, for reminding his lover of the pain he had suffered.

"Yes, look at me, Starscream. Please… look me in the optic." He reached out for the other but his lover was escaping his grasp again, making him sigh and little and follow after him towards what was the only place of privacy they had with a cot in it… "Look at me and know I don't blame you. This isn't your fault, you did what you had to, to survive and I'm glad you did, Love. I couldn't have beared to be without you. I'm here, aren't I? I'm still here and that is what matters right now. Let me hold you, Starscream."

"I s-should have been able to help you... save you... something!" Hands waved wildly, before they were caught it much larger ones, ones that always knew exactly what to do to make him feel better. Maybe that was why he had avoiding those hands, he didn't want to feel better… "It was awful Skyfire."

"I was locked up, there were a thousand guards there until Megatron pulled them away. Starscream, my beautiful Starscream, come here." He was attempting to draw the other closer to him, his fingertips rubbing over the back of those hands, clearly wanting to be able to draw his lover closer, really wanting to be able to keep him there.

"I... how can you...?" How can you forgive me? The question was written all over Starscream's features before he gave in, stepping forwards and straight into the strong arms that clasped around him tightly, fingers sliding up over his wings and allowing him the first moment to really release every pent up emotion he was carrying. "I'm sorry... so sorry..." Whispering it over and over again, his hands were clinging to the larger frame of his lover. "'Fire…"

"I love you." He whispered against the warm helm, rocking the smaller mech back and forth slowly, attempting to sooth him as best he could. "I loved you since the moment you came into my life, Starscream. I've been proud of you since that moment, proud to have you with me."

"Skyfire..." Just being reminded of that made Starscream willingly melt into those arms, his entire body pressing into them and letting out a soft sound, his optics dimming after a moment, his body pressing in as close as possible to the larger one. "I love you... have for a long time. Primus, I love you, 'Fire. You always know… just what to say… what to do…"

"And my beautiful Stargazer," The nickname made Starscream shiver in delight, his helm lifting and feeling his spark tremble with anticipation. That nickname was something that Skyfire only used in moments like this, moments when they were truly together. "Will soon be reminded why I always wanted you to come back to me." One hand curled around a wing, stroking from base to tip, stroking every inch softly and rubbing in small circles.

"Yes... please Skyfire... I want you... want to be reminded." Any protests he had previously had to delay this reunion melted away the moment that mouth was on his, hot and burning, a glossa sliding into his mouth, reminding him of the pleasure this could cause within him. "Show me that you love me, please!"

Sweeping Starscream up in his arms easily, he was carrying him towards the cot they shared in the not so clean ruins of where they had set up a temporary base. Silvery armour was already being stripped away as large hands were stroking and teasing over every inch of that warm body, loving the way those hips were arching, begging for contact and trembling just a little when a hand stroked against a spike. "You couldn't bear to touch yourself could you?" Continuing to lightly stroke over that growing hardness, he was teasing one of those slender thighs before dipping down to rub lightly against that tight entrance and loved watching those hips jerk upwards sharply. "So sensitive."

"No... not the same..." Nothing felt the same. He couldn't bring himself to please his frame, leaving him aching at times that he thought about his lover, but this was better than any dream. His legs lifted apart, hips thrusting upwards begging for more contact and clearly pleading for the other to continue what he was doing. "Skyfire! 'Fire… make me… burn…."

A finger was slowly working its way into the very tight valve, rubbing slowly around the outside, listening to the change of pitch of the other's cooling systems, a small smile coming to his lips. "I can't believe how tight you are… its like the first time I had you all over again…" Now that was a night to remember! They hadn't stopped that first time until well into the next day! "You remember that, don't you, Love? When you just stayed on our berth for a full day afterwards, hot and exhausted and so very well loved."

"I remember... so good..." Lips parted, a glossa brushed back and forth across them, licking and trembling as he was attempting to remember every detail of that particular event, but those fingers that were slowly pressing into the wetness between his legs was definitely distracting him and the moment they were inside, instantly finding his sweetspot, he cried out sharply in pleasure. "Skyfire! Please... wouldn't mind... you doing it all again..."

"If we have time, I will." His fingers were sliding in and out of that tight valve, working against those tight muscle cables and his head dipped down so that he could start sucking at the tip of the other's length, licking over it slowly loving the way the other was jerking sharply. "What is it that you desire, Stargazer?" He purred affectionately, his glossa stroking back and forth as his hand as rubbing up and down along the rest of that length, tormenting it as he rather enjoyed what they were doing to one another. "What would make you feel better all the way up inside you?"

"Want you... 'Fire!" Thrusting back against those fingers, his hands were reaching out for his lover, tugging at the tips of those long wings and knowing that a simple touch there was definitely enjoy to make the other shudder. "Want your big spike in me... please!"

"Already? So needy." Laughing a little, he was sliding his mouth down more firmly around his lover's length, glossa stroking against the underside slowly, teasing it a little and loving the way the other was shuddering.

"It's been... so long..."

But Skyfire was soon shifting up onto the edge of the cot, his damp fingers slipping out of his lover's valve, before reaching upwards to smear lubricants across his lover's lips, loving the way the other was shuddering at the contact. Leaning over him, he was shifting forwards, their hips touching together after a moment before he shifted and the tip of his spike was sliding against that still tight entrance. "Would you like more?" He whispered softly against the other's audio, licking over the curve of it, before pressing forwards even more.

All he received was a whimpered groan, head dropping downwards he was soon licking at those wings lightly, teasing the edges of them, loving the way the other was jerking upwards into his touches. Chasses sliding together intimately, his hands stroked up along the other's sides lightly, thumbs teasing ports softly. "I want your spark, Starscream… I want your spark and to remind you just where you belong…"

"Have it... have everything..." And his casing parted, their sparks soon intermingling as he felt cables and connectors jack into his system as he was being taken nice and deep, his hands curling against his lover's wings as he was whimpering, gasping for air and barely able to keep himself from just overloading right there and then. "I'm yours... always..."

Both of them were curled together, their wings scrapping a little together, the contact sensing red hot jolts burning up through their frames, he could feel fingers clinging to his back, clinging to him possessively, clearly not wanting to let go. His entire body shuddered, lips parted as he nipped at sensitive cabling just under his lover's jaw. "You were always mind, my Stargazer and I was always yours… there was never another I ever wanted even nearly as much as I've always longed and wanted you."

"All talk… no action."

"No action, huh?"

Starscream was soon practically shrieking as the two flyers were curled around each other, finally being able to have the one moment they had craved for vorns.

Bridge, Autobot Ship Iacon's Spire

The image onscreen flickered. Prime's head lifting from where it had been resting against his hand, his blue optics widening slightly as he gazed at the face that suddenly appeared onscreen. Blaster was patching in the subspace link as they spoke and what Optimus saw made his processors spin.

"Hello Optimus." The femme smiled at the sight of the one mech she felt was her other half, it had been so long since they had been together, so long since… they had last spent a night together. It had been before the war, before Elita's mission to one of the colony worlds, before they had argued about Optimus's interest in one of the newer Autobots.

"Elita...? How... how can you be...?" His mouthplates moved beneath his battlemask awkwardly attempting to form her name again, before he was shifting sharply, sitting straight up in his command chair on the bridge of the Autobot ship Iacon's Spire. His blue optics dimmed, before he was glancing back to one side, catching a flash of white and thought it might be Wheeljack.

"I'm happy to see you too." She was smiling slightly, her sultry tone just adding to the moment or at least the moment, as she perceived it. "News of my demise I assure you, my dearest Optimus are greatly exaggerated."

Several pairs of optics from off-screen were clearly sending a glare towards the Femme, especially Miles, who was perched next to Jolt having been taking a crash course in manning one of the weapons consuls. No woman was about to get between Optimus and Sam, no one had a right to dare get between the pair of mechs that had suffered so much and had finally managed to get together, who were finally in some way happy.

"I... I'm glad to hear it." What was he to say? Even he, Optimus Prime was stumped for words, his spark was burning slightly, his hand lifting to lightly rub across his chassis as he was trying to be civil to the femme. It was like one of those stilted conversations he had once seen on a soap opera Mrs Witwicky was particularly fond of. "How have you been?"

"Worried about you, I've been hoping to get into contact with you the moment I heard about Silverbolt arriving here on Cybertron." Though she had attempted to find the silver Aerialbot's whereabouts the mech had disappeared in a puff of smoke. "And that you were finally coming back home… We've been waiting for your return. I've been waiting for your return… I've missed you so much, my Optimus."

"I... I missed you... Elita..." But a flush of guilt touched him. He didn't miss her like he should have if… Sky… "Sky?" His head instantly turned the moment he thought he heard… but the spot the mech usually took on the bridge was still empty. He couldn't do this without Sky. Though there was no visible expression of worry, his spark was pulsing wildly, attempting to reach out to his lover… but all he got was…. nothing… A sickening burst of nothingness and silence.

"He's gone Prime." Wheeljack said softly when he leaned against the back of the command chair, just low enough for Optimus to hear him but not enough for the rather curious Elita. She was smiling…

"He's... He's what? He can't..." Ignoring Elita One in favour of the information Wheeljack had, he was gripping the other mech's shoulders, his bright blue optics burning with worry, fear… loneliness. "No, he can't be! It's... too dangerous..." Was this… was this why Sky had asked him to… but… why didn't he say anything? His spark was trembling inside his chassis, desperate for the reassurance his Beloved provided.

"Optimus?" Elita questioned.

"Came to me asking about Perceptor…" Wheeljack knew he had promised Skyspike that he wouldn't tell… but this was too important… "About the Ship."

"And you told him? You can't mean... he didn't go after it? Not alone... please tell me he's not alone... Jack please…" His greatest fear was coming true.

"Bee's with him." As much as he was certain since the moping yellow mech was nowhere to be seen. "Prime, I didn't know what he was planning and I had no right to withhold such information from the Bondmate of our Prime." He had a respect for Skyspike, the mech had already done so much for them all, sacrificing himself for the safety of their people several times in whatever form he had taken.

"Bondmate? Optimus? What does he mean?" Elita was flushed with confusion, her blue eyes usually marked by a calm intelligence were filled with betrayal. "You… bonded with another?"

"Primus... it will have to be enough then won't it?" His forehead pressed into his palm for a long moment as he was letting out a shaky sigh. However, now that Elita knew he could not hide his feelings, could not hide the one thing that mattered more to him than the rest of the universe put together. "Yes... I-I love him and now... now he's in more danger than I care to think about."

"I thought we…" Elita sighed, knowing that this was a battle she couldn't win. "We'll be waiting for you when you arrive, Prime. Elita out." And the screen suddenly flashed dark.

"Well… that went well…" And all he could do was hope that his Sky wouldn't be hurt… but his spark was wailing for him to turn the ship around, find his lover… but he had made a promise and right now Cybertron needed him. The Autobots needed him… but he needed Sky.

The Moon, Earth Orbit

"One small step for a robot… one giant leap for a…" Sky rubbed against the back of his head as he glanced slightly at Bumblebee, looking a little embarrassed as they stood on the lunar landscape, their footprints sinking deep into the lunar dust. "Sorry… always wanted to say that… never thought I would… Sam… never thought he would be on the Moon."

"Haha... you're still the same Sam or Skyspike." Bee couldn't help but playback the sound file that he had, bobbing his head slightly in amusement. "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind."

"Bee… I'm not Sam…" He frowned slightly at the thought, it had been hard once he had time to actually think about everything in his life, that being 'Sam' was starting to fade from his memories, that he was becoming more and more of what he had been, processes and skills that had been blanked out when they had reformed were coming back by leaps and bounds. "But I think… maybe one day you and I can find the Apollo Landing site and take some happy snaps… maybe even pinch the flag…"

"You'll always be Sam to me whatever else says otherwise." Bee knew that this was Samuel Witwicky, this was his best friend and had the same slightly quirky sense of humour. "He'd want the flag too... would be fun wouldn't it?"

"Bring it back for the President. 'Here Sir, thought you might want this back'." Snorting slightly in amusement, as they were moving up over the lunar surface he was pointing out the dark shape of the Autobot Mausoleum. "This is going to be fun… you ever walked through a cemetery before? At night…?"

"Ha! I can just see his expression." Bee was buzzing softly with a Cybertronian version of a laugh, his head lifting a little as he regarded his companion as they were slowly approaching the crashed ship. Long furrows dug deep into the ground off to one side where the black ship had slid across the surface, dark char marks touching several rock formations that had been cleaved in two. "Can't say I have..."

"Trust me you don't want to." Skyspike whispered, feeling a strange chill flutter up his spinal plating, the AllSpark he carried pulsing slowly, his optics dimming after a moment. "Its like… it just crashed a few hours ago… rather than a few thousand years…" A foot kicked at a piece of debris that littered the ground in small jagged pieces, having been stripped off the prow of the vessel in the crash and flung into the air to finally settle around the base edge of the large lunar crater wall the ship had ended up buried in. "Do you feel it, Bee? For some reason… this place just gives me the creeps."

"Why'd you have to point that out?" A shiver fluttered up the yellow mech's spinal plating, his doorwings drooping and almost feeling the presence of all the dead here on this ship, so many friends… so many bots he had known… gone in the shutter of an optic. "I agree... feels like we're being watched or something..."

"No… that's not quite it…" Shaking his head, he was attempting to scan the ship for the nearest entry port, hoping that they would be able to get in without having to do any damage to a ship that carried their fallen comrades. "Its… kinda creepy to think… if they had recovered my frame I would be in there too… I was… dead…" Or at least this part of him, his spark had survived but there was something different about being in a human body and being in his own frame. "Would help if we had the plans… but 'Jack said he didn't have any…"

"You shouldn't think about that..." The thought that his friend had been… Bumblebee had heard of Skyspike, who hadn't? He had been a hero at the battle of Tyger Pax, sacrificing his life to get the AllSpark up into space and accelerate it as fast as possible away from the planet, offlining from wounds received from Decepticon guns. "We'll figure it out... it has to have some kind of similarity to other ship designs, doesn't it?" Bee hadn't a clue about such things, someone like Hoist or Grapple would definitely know a lot better than he would about it…

"Don't worry, I can see a hatch… thankfully were both 'small' bots…" His wings twitched slightly as he was tugging Bumblebee along before they were soon underneath the dusty housing of one of the engines, one of the maintenance hatches around the main engineering section of the ship. Suddenly pulling a tool from subspace he was working on the locking mechanism, before blowing out a breath, before turning to Bee. "Guess we have to do this the hard way… You mind given it the old 'blast it with a cannon' routine?"

"Don't mind if I do... faster this gets over, faster we can get back." His hand retracting as his cannon formed up before he was giving a low energy blast to the lock and the hatch suddenly swung right down and knocked Sky back down to the ground onto his aft with a soft 'oof'.

"We're not going back to Cybertron, Bee. Home is coming to us..." He pointed out the very distant, very faint light that was slowly coming towards them, his scanners giving him a reading of just how long it would take Cybertron to arrive at Earth and it was staggering just how fast the entire planet was moving. "But that's the good news… bad news is it's bringing all the Decepticons with it."

Soon he was shifting upwards, squirming into the maintenance shaft that looked like had been half crushed in the crash, his entire body squeezing through the first few metres as Bee was slipping in behind him. "You know what Perceptor's signature was like?" Hopefully Bee had met the Scientist and would have the required identity signature for his presence… Sky's powerful scanners would be able to do the rest.

"Just so happen to have met him once... so yeah I do."

"Quick way…" Sky was reaching out for Bee when they managed to sit up in the crawl space, his fingers rubbing against the yellow cheekplate softly for a moment before leaning forwards and actually kissing his best friend for a moment. Their lips sliding together in something that was almost too close to the edge of platonic. The transfer of the information was flashed across the contact, before he was pulling back, grinning slightly at the surprised expression on his companion's features. "That would make the fangirls happy…" His glossa brushed over his lips slightly, before chuckling softly, before ending up getting punched lightly in the shoulder by Bee.

"I bet you'd have more fans than me..." Bumblebee shook his head, grateful they were not on the ship… he would be in little bits if Prime had seen. "Let's go huh?"

"Bee? Oh yellow one, you have fangirls that worship the dirt you walk upon. You have fan fiction written about you." One time Sam had actually ventured to look up what humans thought of the Autobots and having found some of it, was definitely left scratching his head a little. "Though trust me… some of it I would rather never think about again…"

"Fan fiction? That sounds like... like someone writes stories... Primus I had no idea..."

"You? Oh web-savvy one?" Sky snorted, before he was crawling further along the space. "Should we tell my Bondmate that they want to stripping him and just watch him bath? Or… whisper hot one-liners over the comm to them? Even Silverbolt has a few fans…"

"Silverbolt is no ones concern but mine." Bee immediately responded, his expression showing that Silverbolt had definitely won Bee completely, but that just made Sky smile slightly. "He's… he's going to be my Bondmate."

"Congrats on that, Bee-Boy." He winked.

Before suddenly the entire deck plating was giving out beneath the pair and dumping them on their afts in a very dark and dusty corridor.

"Ow…" Sky rubbed at his rear, before glancing in either direction. "I guess getting in was the easy part, finding him… is the hard part."

The Sanctuary, Decepticon Headquarters, Cybertron

"What are you thinking about?" A hand was sliding slowly over the silver helm softly, rubbing over the strong jaw, before shifting a little when the other wrapped an arm more tightly about his legs, keeping him pinned to the berth by sheer weight alone, his crimson optics turning upwards to regard him and his question.

"My thoughts are…" His immediate bristle to being questioned instantly faded, before he was relaxing back against the warm chassis, his lips pressing together. "Thinking about you… about… the future." He admitted sharply, trying to not admit the fact that he was thinking about Bonding… of showing the entire world that he had something that no one else could ever have. Before a slight smirk came to the corner of his lips…

"Actually… I think your thinking about the mech you reduced to a quivering mess when he tried to flirt with me." Now that was something that was something to think about, the possessiveness of his lover was nothing short of absolutely complete. And he loved it. "Or maybe… the time you pinned me against that bulkhead and just…" A large hand clamped down over the pretty mouth, silencing the comments.

"You have no control over that mouth of yours, do you?" He grumbled, before eventually letting out a low chuckle, pressing a kiss against the warm casing and shifting upwards, peering into those pretty dark optics. "Though I must admit… I do enjoy your defiance." The only one he would accept it from, but this mech was the centre of his world, becoming more and more important, calming his spark and making him more agreeable and willing to compromise. Cybertron was prospering from it. Velocity was his conscience in a way, reminding him…

"MEGATRON!"

The scream of his name jolted him as he was seeing red, his entire body darting forwards, a clawed hand reaching out and gripped Shockwave's throat so painfully he almost snapped the other mech's head clear off his neck. He was snarling like a wild animal, the holo-projector showing him a moment where his precious Velocity was being tortured for information… "I will tear out your Spark… and I will relish every moment as I crush it in my hand…"

"You kill me, Master and you will be killing him." Shockwave managed to groan out, surprised by the fact that he couldn't move, paralysed with a type of fear he had never felt before. He had played his cards wrong… his miscalculation grave.

Shockwave had played the game badly…

Soundwave…Starscream… Shockwave. All three had betrayed him.

There was only one he could trust. His Velocity, the only one that had ever been truly loyal to him… his precious lover. Alive… Alive somewhere on Cybertron… He would find him! Nothing else mattered, not the Autobots or the Decepticons or Cybertron, only his Velocity. Revenge… No one touched what was his. No one.

Claws touched against Shockwave's chassis lightly, sliding down over the metal. "I don't have to kill you… but I know other ways to get what I want…"

And in the darkness… the only sounds were of Shockwave's screams of agony and of metal being torn apart.

Autobot Mausoleum, The Moon, Earth Orbit

Cold.

He felt so cold, his frame shifting ever so slightly, his pale blue optics slowly beginning to flicker, everything aching inside of him as his fingers clenched slightly. His vision blurred before his optics, his entire body straggling to remain upright inside… was he in a box? And with a sickening jolt, Perceptor realised he was in a coffin. His Spark flaring within him as he cried out sharply, desperately seeking the other end of his Sparkbond, feeling nothing… nothing! No… no! Panicking he was turning and a cry of horror escaped him, the still cold body of his Bondmate rested beside him in the box…

"Lightspeed…?" His voice quivered more than he did, his hands reaching out, straining to keep himself from slumping down the floor, fingertips sliding against warm icy cold metal. Dead… no… no… no! Not again… not… his Light. "No!" He was shrieking, pressing against the dead frame's side, his sobs showing his grief that overwhelmed him completely again, his fingers clinging to the once brilliant armour. "No… come back… come back!" Tears were hot against his chilled cheekplates, the emptiness was maddening and he couldn't hear the voices… couldn't hear anything.

"Don't leave me! Please… please… please…" Like a broken record, he was repeating himself, his Spark wanting to extinguish itself… he couldn't be without Lightspeed.

"Perceptor! Hey…?" Sky was attempting to get the other's attention, the AllSpark pulsing and throbbing in his hand and against his chassis from where he had been drawing the power through his systems to force it into the previously lifeless body of the Autobot Scientist. "What's… what's wrong with him?" Well being dead might do that to you? Well… he had done the dead thing…

"His Sparkbond is broken… Can you revive Lightspeed?"

Sky was reaching forwards with one hand towards the second mech in the 'coffin', but he was physically thrust away as Perceptor hissed in fury, his warm frame cuddling up against the broad chassis of his Bondmate, helm resting against the cold metal, attempting to warm him. Attempting to bring back what he couldn't.

"Please… Light…"

"Bee…"

"Yup!" Bee's yellow arms curled around Perceptor, tugging back with all his weight, struggling to keep the squirming, shrieking scientist away from Lightspeed long enough for Skyspike to get in.

His hand pressed lightly against the chassis of the dead mech, shivering as crackles of blue energy spiralled through him, reminding him of the time he had seen Jetfire restored to life… the soft hum of something was soon growing within the once cold casing… the dead being drawn back from the Matrix… or Primus or… wherever that Spark really had gone to. Suddenly Perceptor broke free from Bumblebee's grasp, shoving sky away hard, making him stumble back. Thumping hard against the wall, his hand on the cube slipped and suddenly it clattered to the deck.

"Oh…!" Shit! A burst of blue energy spiralled out from the cube that clattered against the decking… the once lifeless ship was suddenly humming… sounds… distant and near, tormented the pair. Sky snatched up the cub, thrusting it back in subspace as he watched Perceptor curl back around Lightspeed, entire body pressed in nice and close, optics dimming sharply, his face burying itself against the coolness…

Percy whimpered softly, until a hand stroked down against his helm and back, slowly, lightly, rubbing up and down and oh…

"Hey… there…" A deep voice croaked out, another arm wrapping around Perceptor's waist and suddenly there was warmth… there was life… and the light was abruptly switched back on within Perceptor's Spark. "Primus… what hit me?"

"You're okay… sweet novas... you're okay…" Percy was sobbing against the warm chassis, remembering the shot that had caught his lover… his beloved Bondmate and the sharp severance of their Bond. But his beloved was alive… "Love you…"

"As much as I love a good reunion, we better run!"

"Wha?"

The place was alive… and trying to give an explanation to the previously offlined was not going to be easy. "Come on!" He was calling to them as the 'lids' to the coffins or at least the memorials to the fall Autobots began to move. "I have no idea what they're going to be like when they all wake up from this!"

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