Hahaha, thank you everyone for so many great reviews! Sorry I haven't updated for a while; I've been on vacation with my sis (She is FireFlare) and our grandparents, with no computer to update upon. But now I am back! To Knockout'sFanGirl: I has updated! Yay! To Lynn Jones: Thanks! To Iceshadow911247: Great advice! (No, not self injury- well, sort of, I guess, but not the bad kind!) And no one should evah nag-eth thee! To TransFanFreak101: Yes it does. And thanks! To Indigo Ninja: Wow, that's many reviews! Many thanks! Is your picture/avatar/thingie Starscream? Well drawn. To Guest: Thanks! Sorry, no Screamer-memory-loss. And, maaayyyybe… :3 Now for the story!

Apparently, energon-blood was even more explosive than Caterwaul had at first thought. She'd been worried that the blast wouldn't get her far up enough to reach the ship. Instead, she flew up higher than the ship, by several yards.

Aaaaaannnddd now she was falling. Again. This caused a bit of freaking out on Caterwaul's part, because she was now semi-traumatized of falling.

(She was also semi-traumatized by small rock-caves that sink into the ground, floors that open up to reveal giant spikes beneath a person, and a few other methods that her past enemies had attempted to use to try to kill her before. They were all in prison or something now.)

As Caterwaul felt herself falling again, she stretched out her claws and tail, managing to snag one pointy edge of the ship with one back paw. Dangling upside down was rather scary, not to mention uncomfortable, so Caterwaul pulled herself all the way onto the ship and away from the edge.

"That's the third time I've been falling to my doom and had to cling to some big pointy flying thing to save myself," the Decepti-cat muttered to herself, feeling very déjà vu-ish. (I honestly dunno what the other time was; you'd have to ask Caterwaul.)

The feline stalked along the roof of the ship, looking for the door that led inside. She found it, but the thing was locked, and she didn't think that breaking it would be a good way to let everyone know she was there.

Maybe there'd be a window that'd been recently installed… Nope. Nada. Nothin'. Zilch. Zero. Zip. Phooey! Caterwaul tried along the side of the ship, and managed to find the large, gaping tear in the ship's outer armor that her tail had made during the Screamer-fight.

Caterwaul remembered where the gash was located. It opened up a wall in Breakdown's room. The Decepti-cat felt her spark jump and her fur fluff up involuntarily. She told herself it was because of how high up she was.

She inched closer to investigate the gash in the ship-wall. It hadn't been closed up, and the wind made a funny noise as it whooshed through the ragged gap. On and around it, Caterwaul could still see her claw-marks, which Breakdown could've been easily covered up and obscured, along with the opening. …But he hadn't.

Caterwaul noticed, looking through the gap, that Breakdown was in his room, recharging, and she felt her fur going all fluffed-up again. The Decepti-cat shook her head, which made her dizzy at this height, and scrambled back to the ship's roof.

There. Much better. Her spark halted it's unexpectedly rapid pulsating and went back to normal. Which was good. …But Caterwaul found that she sort of liked the feeling it'd had.

Just then, her keen sense of hearing picked up a faint noise, and Caterwaul spun around. Something long and pointy vanished over the other side of the ship, and Caterwaul bristled, her claws extending.

The feline stalked toward the unknown thing, and noticed that the roof-door was no longer locked. Hm. So the thing had come from inside of the ship. Interesting, but very worrisome. The lousy thing could be armed.

An especially loud scraping noise caught her attention, and Caterwaul spotted a torn fragment of metal being tossed onto the roof from that direction. The feline snarled to herself; did the thing really think that she'd fall for that cliché sort of distraction-trick?

"Come out," she growled loudly. No response. But the roof-door was still open. Maybe Caterwaul could get inside and trap the thing outside! But she'd have to be very careful; the thing could ambush her. (She couldn't think of anything else to call it at that point, except "the thing.")

Caterwaul slowly crept backwards toward the roof-door, keeping an optic out for any movement. But as she turned her head, there was a sudden flash of movement, just off to the side.

The Decepti-cat whipped her head around to look, and she caught a brief glimpse of the dark, pointy thing as it fired a purple blast from it's gun. It had horns and narrow, purple optics. And lots of long pointy things for legs.

As Caterwaul fell to the floor and her consciousness blurred, she thought she recognized the thing. It was a female 'Con. A very, very bad one.

Can ya' guess who da eeeeevil 'Con is? I hate 'er muchly much indeed. Can ya' guess who it be? (Caterwaul lives, of course, don't worry.)