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Soundwave drifted; as if a veil separated him and reality. He could hear, but he could not speak; he could see, but could not move. It was as if his chassis no longer belonged to him, and he was only a witness; a silent, mute observer to the chaos around him.

It was frustrating to be so limited. Normally he had access to every system on the Nemesis: the ship was his eyes and ears, he saw all, missed nothing, and now he felt utterly blind. Detached.

All he had was the connection to Knockout's medical scanners; and he watched them with the same intensity as he watched over the ship, calculating how long it would take his system to make full repairs at the rate it was working. Eleven Earth days, eight hours, nine minutes. Eleven Earth days, eight hours, eight minutes... His diligent count never wavered, even as mechs came and went... including Megatron. The Warlord's presence was appreciated; the servant only wished to please his master. He had information; information gathered in the autobot base that could turn the tide of the war in their favor. To win the war for Lord Megatron... Eleven Earth days, seven hours, fifty-nine minutes...

"My Liege." Dreadwing finally spoke up, standing behind Megatron on the flight deck of the mighty ship. He had been obediently silent the entire way up, but he could no longer contain the uncertainty eating at his processor. Megatron's decisions were becoming more and more erratic without the aid of his communications officer. "While I do not question the wisdom of your... decision, may I ask why we are simply allowing Prime to claim the sword?"

The Nemesis was currently headed out of low orbit, breaking the planet's gravity to move higher - toward the human's precious moon. An empty rock, of a little importance - and the mech couldn't fathom his master's plan. By leaving now, they were essentially handing Optimus Prime the Star Saber.

"The Star Saber may only be wielded by the hand of a Prime, Dreadwing. Fighting over it would be pointless as we could not keep it from him. " Megatron turned- his servos behind his back as he approached his officer. "But if I were to control such a hand... " His dangerous gaze travelled away from Dreadwing and to the Earthen moon, and the seeker followed it with a raised optic ridge. "Earth's moon is a barren rock, is it not?"

"Indeed Dreadwing, but the moon is not our destination."

As the ship flew closer, a familiar shape materialized out of the moon's shadow - drifting into view of the ship, and of Dreadwing's optics. "A space bridge?"

"Our very own," Megatron purred, "Relocated here after being discovered on Earth by the autobots." He lifted a servo, presenting the giant construct to Dreadwing as if he'd built it himself. "The dark side of the moon is hidden from prying human eyes - and more importantly, well out of the Autobot's reach. Now come; we will travel to the one place in the universe that will offer us a means to defeat the Prime!"

And he lept from the flight deck into the cold grip of space, transforming into his jet mode and streaking toward the space bridge; Dreadwing taking off only a second behind him.

Ratchet hadn't been alone in the base for five seconds when he received a request for communication on the main computer - the groundbridge was even still powering down, rings along its length dimming as energy was drawn out of the mechanism to be stored. He grumbled sourly under his breath; he assumed the communication would be from Fowler - and update on the evacuation of the mine where the sword had been found, perhaps - and yet again was proven wrong.

"Starscream?" The mech said aloud, surprised and decidedly annoyed by the identification. "Now what could he possibly want this time..."

Out of sheer curiosity he accepted the request, the Seeker's all-too-familiar face appearing on the viewscreen.

"Greetings Autobot." He purred, and Ratchet sighed. "Save it Starscream, I'm busy. What do you want?"

The former Decepticon visibly sneered, apparently rather pleased with himself. Ratchet rolled his optics.

"I have information to trade; information your PRIME will be very interested in."

"Oh really?" Ratchet actually laughed; this was going to be fun. He was going to wipe that smug look right off the seeker's face. "Let me take a random guess... the Star Saber, right?"

Starscream's shock was hilarious, his over-exaggerated features betraying every ounce of it. "Wh-what? How could you possibly... augh! You and your love of those fleshy pests!" He howled, and Ratched cut the communication with a rather smug grin of his own.

Starscream's frustrated screech from the Harbinger could be heard for miles.

I wasn't going to come back to this fic, but... AGeneralCrazy11919's review convinced me. So I'm back and here it is. Note my writing may have changed slightly since it's been quite a while since I paid any attention to this fic.

Also note that I have not seen really any of Beast Hunters (prime season 3) and really don't intend to, plus this fic continues along the lines of if the omega keys never happened.

ennnnnjoy I suppose dang it's been a while. Luckily I took plenty of notes and I know exactly where the plot is going. Yes things get more exciting than this sorry I had to come back on a slightly dull chapter.

-Kaini