Author's Notes: Thank you to friends new and old. Day 5 of state imposed staying home and more than a week to go before work might reopen. A mix of stuff this time. Kudos to anyone or bot who recognizes universe or time references. 49 Chapters? Almost 200 drabbles? Wow. And still going.

Drabble 194

"You dare challenge me?" Starscream spat out a wad of dirt, half rising out of the grass. Revving of engines more powerful than any earth design spiked as twin red and yellow blurs raced by. "Get back here! Face me!"

::Is that clown serious?:: Sideswipe

::Seriously messed up:: Sunstreaker answered.

"They kept going?" Starscream twisted around, the bright silver of Optimus trailer filling his view. Sliding sideways as Optimus jackknifed, the force slung the trailer into and over the mech, dirt and parts flying.

"Home run!" Sunstreaker crowed, transforming.

"Starscream's not a clown. He's the whole slagging circus," Sideswipe chuckled.

Drabble 195

The recruit stared at his fellow soldiers. His lips tightened as his breathing paused. "Are you sure this is where we are to report? I mean the door is huge meaning Transformers, but it's a lot?"

"Damaged? Dude, battles all around here. Cons know Diego Garcia, stole the shard."

"Probably meant to scare us. Remember Ironhide's cannons first practice course?"

"Yes. Just air, no charges."

"Anyplace dangerous is labeled. Door has no signs or warnings. Safe to enter."

Across the base Wheeljack hummed, placing the welding torch back. "Finished. Lab sign good as new with warnings in twelve languages now."

Drabble 196

Rodimus Prime would always remember the day. The incredible scene of a crater? Hole? He didn't even know how to describe the yawning pit in Cybertron's crust left after Unicron, the planet eater, literally grabbed a section out. A glance alongside showed Kup looking awed.

"This remind you of anything?" He smiled, his deeper vocal as a Prime not as authoritative as Optimus' but it would work.

"No."

"Next time I say we've fought worse odds than this, I mean today."

"Can't argue with that. Though Jeanius Four was pretty intense."

"Missed that story. Tell me tomorrow?"

"Anytime lad. Anytime."

Drabble 197

The Autobot SIC paused, all reports and messages freezing into standby. His black and white armor reflected the bright lights of his office as Prowl leaned towards the communicator. The vocal of his best friend, greatest Autobot spy and saboteur had his sole attention piping through the communications frequency. The mission simple, sneak into the Decepticons abandoned base and secure any left-over crystals without discovery or engaging any enemy. Four signals flashed in, three incoming high priority medicals from Jazz's team.

"Prowl, I've got some good news and some bad news."

"What's the good news?"

"I'll never do it again."

Drabble 198

"I can fix that, maybe. No. Smashed beyond repair in the time allotted. How do we explain this?"

"I'm calling a professional," Will sighed, pulling out his cellphone.

"I am a medic by profession and on this mission. Ratchet is unavailable. Who?" First Aid reminded, a hint of frostiness to the Autobot's tone.

"A professional on disasters and failing," Will added, dialing a number he should not have known but somehow did.

"Starscream of the Decepticons, leave a message if you dare."

"How?"

"Not as important as why," Will chuckled. "Can't wait to explain this mission to Ironhide and Sarah."