It's a chapter dedicated to Luna this time! We get to see how she ended up becoming a dancer~ I almost put in how she came to be Barricade's "slave" but I decided to not do it and leave it up to your imagination~ Some sad stuff in this chapter, just warning you now.

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"Who are you?" Jack asked when he and the others arrived at the base. A female with long black hair and unusual purple eyes stood on the platform next to Ratchet. She was dressed in black pants, a white shirt, a black jacket and white sneakers.

"Hey, Ratchet, who's the new girl?" Miko jogged over to the cranky medic.

"That is Luna," He told them, not even bothering to explain any more than that.

"But Luna is a giant cybernetic being," Raf frowned as he studied the female.

"This is just my holoform," The girl finally spoke. "Ratchet's been tinkering with the technology for a while now and we decided to test it."

"What's the point of it?" The three humans joined her on the platform then. Jack reached out to touch her arm and was surprised to find that he could feel a solid form.

"In case we want to walk around without attracting too much attention," Luna snorted. "I can't exactly go on a joy ride through town in my alt form. It would be kind of weird for an F-22 to be flying through don't you think?"

"Good point," Miko nodded.

"How far does the projection range go?" Raf jumped in then.

"As far as we need it to go," She answered. "Though the normal limit is 100 ft. We can go further but it requires a lot of energy," She visibly winced. The holoform flickered out and they all heard a soft curse before Luna's actual form appeared.

"So where are the others?" Jack asked, referring to Luna's trine.

"Out on a mission with Optimus," She snorted. "He forced me to stay here so I could be Ratchet's test bot."

"Quit your griping," He grumbled, working at the monitor again. Luna stuck her glossa out at him and grumbled to herself.

"I'm going out," She suddenly announced, feeling agitated and in need of a good, long flight. Without another word, she left the base and took off, transforming mid-jump. She flew aimlessly, trying to shake off the feeling of being trapped. All at once she remembered the attack that led to her imprisonment.

-Flashback-

Luna snarled as she fought alongside her Autobot comrades. The ship they were on had come under enemy fire and the Decepticons had boarded the ship after disabling their defense systems. The femme had her cloak on but she was quickly finding out that it got in the way during a fight. A large 'Con suddenly grabbed her, easily restraining her as she struggled wildly.

"Take her with the others!" A Decepticon barked. Luna soon found herself being thrown into a cell with quite a few other femme's on board the Decepticon war ship. She looked around at them, noting with some pain in her spark, that many of them were barely out of their sparklinghood stage, while others were still at least a vorn away from being fully matured femmes. There were a few adult femme's, all of which were huddled close to the younglings in a protective manner. Luna found herself gathering a few of the younglings close as well, trying to calm them as best she could. As time passed, femmes with sparklings were brought in, barely old enough to talk, let alone be away from their Carrier.

The younglings started becoming curious after the first orn of their imprisonment.

Some started pulling at her cloak, wondering what she was hiding underneath while others sat in front of her for joors, just staring. One youngling decided it would be fun to jump on her back at some point and Luna learned the hard way that hidden wings and younglings did not mix. She let out a pained yelp as she pitched forward in shock and pain, nearly falling flat on her faceplates as the youngling clung to her. A femme quickly pulled the youngling off and apologized to her profusely. All of the adult femmes had their own group of younglings they were in charge of though Luna had the smallest group. The femmlings and mechlings of her small group crowded her, making sure she was okay and uninjured.

"I'm fine," She told them, crooning gently for them. They nodded and all of them took their normal spots around or on her. Another few orns passed like this and soon, all of the able adult and near adult femme's were pulled from the group. All of the femmes with sparklings were allowed to stay and tend to the younger ones.

"Remove your cloak," One mech ordered. When Luna refused, he simply did it himself. Her wings flared out as her optics flashed, visor sliding into place as she looked around. All of the 'Cons were gawking at her, staring at her newly revealed form. Luna knew she was in deep slag now...

-End Flashback-

Luna shook the memory off and banked off to the side, heading off in another direction as she fought to clear her processor. Her spark ached something fierce at this point but she ignored it as she continued flying. She felt like she was on the brink of a breakdown, just as she had been all those years ago during the war. Another memory hit her, this time of when she'd started dancing.

-Flashback-

Various mechs watched Luna as she walked around the rec room, serving high grade with some of the other femme's. Many of them made lewd comments and asked if she wanted to join them in their berth that night. Each time a bot asked, she smiled darkly and told them to, in the sweetest voice possible, frag off. Most of them backed down once she said this but others were still stubborn enough to persist. They started grabbing and groping her when she got to their table and would shamelessly tell her what they wanted to do to her. More than once she'd been thrown into a cell for beating a mech who dared put his servos where they didn't belong.

"Tell me, little Seeker, what are you willing to do?" The commander of the Decepticon ship asked when she reached his and the officers table. "You won't join any of us in our quarters, you refuse to clean, so far serving energon is the only thing you will do."

"I am no pleasure bot," She snapped at him. "I will not give up my body just so I can remain free and in your good graces. I will not yield to you or your men."

"You are a very stubborn femme," He chuckled. "Honestly though, what can you do?" Luna went into thought then, willing her wings not to give away her uneasy emotions as she thought of the one thing she could do for them.

"I could dance?" She offered him, watching as he looked to his officers. "Think about it, how often do you have a willing dancer at night?" She saw the mechs nod in silent agreement. Any femme who danced was usually forced into doing so and most normally found themselves in a mechs berth later on.

"She'd have a lot more appeal than the other femmes who have danced," One mech grunted.

"If I dance, I need your word that I will not be given to any of these mechs," Luna narrowed her optics at the commander.

"You have my word," He told her. "You will still serve energon though and we'll even throw in a clean quarters for you."

"A Seeker femme like yourself deserves only the best," One of the other officers grinned at her.

"That quarters will house all of the nursing femmes," Luna flared her wings then. "I will dance and serve energon as long as the femmes with sparklings are given proper quarters." She watched as the commander frowned. "That is my offer."

"You drive a hard bargain," He grunted. "You have a deal," Luna gave a hint of a smile. She was so glad to have had 'Hide and the others as her teachers.

-End Flashback-

Luna vaguely remembered wanting to threaten him with her hidden wrist blades had he not agreed to her terms. Good thing he'd been a sensible mech.

"Having a good flight?" A low voice sneered, dragging her from her thoughts and memories. Luna transformed and glared at the bot who had dared to approach her and was slightly unsurprised to find Starscream.

"Don't you have Vehicons to command?" She sneered back at him. "Oh wait, they don't listen to you because you aren't the true Decepticon leader."

"Learn to hold your glossa, femme!" He snarled angrily. Luna felt her wingmate's tugging at the bond but ignored them, she didn't want to bother them with this.

"What the slag do you want?" She demanded, watching the Decepticon carefully. Starscream motioned for them to land and she followed hesitantly.

"So this is where you disappeared to all those years ago?" He asked with a snort. "Joined the Autobots? How disgraceful."

"I've always been an Autobot," She snapped at him. "There is nothing disgraceful about it."

"You and your trine are a disgrace to the Seeker race," He growled at her.

"That's not how I see it," She snarled. She tensed as the slightly larger Seeker walked up to her and watched him with distrustful optics. For a moment, she thought he was going to claw off the Autobot insignia as he raised his clawed servo but instead the sharp digits hooked themselves around the thin metal of her slave collar.

"Well now, this is interesting," He smirked, rather amused by the collar. "You had a master?"

"No," She bit out. "I was free to do as I pleased and left when I was ready."

"Soft sparked fragger," Starscream frowned as he gave a tug on the collar. "Did you dance?" He looked away from her fury filled optics to look at the rest of her and made note of the bracelets.

"Yes," She hissed. Her spark gave a hard throb as he got closer to her, pulling her by the collar as he did so. "Release me if you value your life."

"You're in no position to be making threats," He snorted. As long as he had a good grip on her collar, she couldn't do much to him. With practiced ease, Luna grabbed his wrist and twisted, squeezing hard on the cables to make him release her. Starscream hissed and recoiled his servo, glaring at the now smirking femme.

"I've changed since we last met, Starscream," She grinned at him. "I've been to the Pit and back just to get here and I'm not going to let you ruin anything for me. Now get out of my way," She shoved past him and took off, sending Ratchet ground bridge coordinates to make sure Starscream didn't follow her.

-X-X-X-

"Luna, what happened? Are you alright?" She was bombarded with questions the moment she stepped through the ground bridge into the base.

"I'm fine," She assured them. "Light scuffle with some Vehicons is all."

"If you say so," Boomer grumbled. She sent her two wingmate's off and watched carefully as Optimus approached her.

"Optimus, I don't want to talk about it," She told him flatly. "Not now."

"Later then," The femme nodded and moved away, going towards one of the extra rooms in back. She needed time to herself to think and forget her worries.

'Frag him!' She thought angrily. 'Frag him to the Pit! Why? Why did I have to encounter him of all bots?' She placed a servo over her chest plates. 'And what was all that with my spark? I haven't felt that since the twins...' A knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts and she looked up as it slid open. Optimus stepped through, his blue optics full of worry for his sparkling.

"Silverwing, what really happened?" She knew he meant business if he was using her true designation.

"Just... a run in with Starscream," She admitted, wings sagging as she sighed. Optimus sat beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, holding her close. "He decided it would be a good time to bring up my apparent 'betrayal' to the Decepticons," She snorted at this. "He then took a jab at me being an Autobot and how it was disgraceful to all of Seeker kind."

"You're more of an Autobot than any other warrior I've ever known," Optimus murmured. "You should be proud of the things you accomplished."

"I should but..."

"Luna, don't think about that," He told her sharply. "In time, those wounds will heal and in time, you will gain back what you lost."

"I... sincerely hope so," She whispered.

-X-X-X-

"Bulkhead, what happened to them?" Luna hissed out angrily, holding her trine mates as they clung to her. They'd just returned from Greece with Bulkhead after he'd destroyed the Energon Harvester and were acting as though they'd seen a ghost.

"I dunno," He huffed. "They saw Breakdown-"

"Breakdown?" Luna froze.

"Yeah, they saw him and froze up," He told her. The young femme shook with rage.

Breakdown.

"Do you know him?" Luna turned her optics to him and he backed up a little.

"He killed my Sire," She hissed out. Obviously, this was news to Bulkhead as he tried to say something of comfort but then his expression changed to one of rage. The big mech held a grudge against Breakdown already and this only added to the list of why he wanted to scrap the other former Wrecker. Ratchet noticed them and advised Bulkhead to let the Seekers have their space for a while. He would have to monitor them carefully from now on.

Optimus watched the trine carefully, already noticing the warning signs that they were remembering the incident and sighed. Aqua was trembling, wings shaking as she clicked in distress. Boomer wasn't as affected as his femme counterparts but he was still shaking with rage as he attempted to sooth them both. Luna had her wings flared out, optics dimmed to the point that they were offline, and her fans had kicked in to cool her systems as they'd no doubt heated up from anger and stress.

"So Bulk isn't the only one with a grudge against that bad bot?" Miko piped up, having been returned from the museum at last.

"For those three, it's something far more than a grudge," Raf translated for Bumblebee.

"It's personal, especially for Luna," Arcee agreed.

"What happened? Why are they acting this way?" Jack moved forward then, looking up at his guardian.

"Her mech creator, her Sire, was offlined by Breakdown," Optimus rumbled, tearing his optics away from the trine.

"That's horrible," Raf sent the Seeker femme a look of sympathy.

"He was offlined before her very optics," He continued, earning startled gasps from all three humans. "Aqua was adopted into Luna's family but as she did not have the creator-creation bond, she was not affected as much as Luna." Miko went bounding over to the Seekers and climbed right up Luna's armor to wrap her arms around the femme's neck in a hug. Luna was shocked by this as she stiffened and looked down carefully, coming face to face with a sad looking Miko.

"Don't worry, Bulk will make that big bad 'Con pay for what he did," She promised the Seeker. Miko moved to hug the other two before she finally got down and walked back to the others.

"Thank you, Miko," Aqua was the one to speak as her leader was still in a state of shock

"So if... their Creators are gone, who raised them?" Raf asked, flicking his eyes between the huddled Seekers and Optimus.

"Myself and the other Autobots," He told the young boy.

"That one there clung to myself and Optimus like we were giant magnets," Ratchet snorted, looking at Luna. The humans obviously found it amusing to picture Ratchet putting up with a youngling like that.

"I am her adopted Sire," Optimus informed them softly. "Boomer and Aqua both attached themselves to many of the other Autobots. In a way, we were all their adopted family."

"That's a big family then," Raf commented, knowing the sheer size of their 'family' far surpassed how large his family was.

"Yes, I suppose it is," Optimus nodded. Raf looked at Bee as he buzzed and beeped happily.

"Bee says they are like his siblings," He translated for his friends. "And if anyone hurts them, they'll wish they didn't." He listened again. "He also said that he really needs to stop saving them when they get in trouble."

"Oh mute it, Bumblebee," Boomer grumbled. "Like we haven't done our fair share of saving your sorry aft when you got in trouble with Prowl or Ironhide." The scout jumped and shuffled a bit at this. Everyone jumped when a pained trill fell from Luna's lip components and her body convulsed in her wingmates' grip.

"Sick bay. Now!" Ratchet ordered the two Seekers. They did so quickly, helping him strap her down before he shoved them out. Not even Optimus was allowed inside once the doors were shut.

"I was afraid this would happen," Optimus vented out a heavy sigh.

"Optimus, what's happening?" Jack asked, looking back at the other two Seekers.

"It's been quite some time since this has last happened," The large mech looked at the young human. "She used to fall into deep bouts of depression when she was younger and had fits whenever the memories surfaced. We did not think she would have such a reaction after so much time had passed."

"Is she going to be okay?" Jack was worried for Luna, a fact which made Optimus smile lightly though it vanished quickly.

"We cannot be certain," He rumbled. "I can only hope that this fit passes quickly and that she recovers." Jack looked towards the sick bay, worry etched into his young features. Optimus followed his gaze, hoping for the best.