Nano-kilk - half of a Cybertron second

Klik - Cybertron second

Breem - Cybertron minute

Joor - Cybertron hour

Cycle/Lunar-cycle - Day or night

Meta-cycle - Cybertron week

Orn - Cybertron month

Vorn - Cybertron year

Deca-cycle - Cybertron decade

Mega-cycle - Cybertron century

Alright my peeps. Trust me this chapter would have been up long ago but my writing computer of seven years decided that the screen would no longer work. The computer its self still runs just not the blasted screen. I was soo bumped when that happened and spent a couple days grieving the lost of my screen...yeah I know, but it ran for seven years for me so it was needed. So I had to wait till hubby got home from the boats to get this chappie in as quick as I could.

I do have her symbol its just trying to get a scanner to have it put onto Deviantart for you to see. I will let you know when I am able but I also warn you I don't draw very well. I suck at it. Another thing, if there is many spelling errors I kinda had to rush getting this chapter made for I have a time limit in having this computer before it leaves again.

Also, for Height reference here is the link, www. deviantart art /Height-reference-575201547, just without the spaces. Credit for that beautiful chart goes to koch43 who gave me permission to use it. Remember Siren stood just under Megatron's chest.

[Bee tears off Stinger's head and feeds it to Strafe]

Bumblebee: I hate cheap knockoffs!

-Age of Extinction

Drift: We must act with stealth and silence...

{Sees a tentacle}

Drift: Arrrgh! I kill you!

-Age of Exinction

Siren shifted her finials at each sound that passed her audials. Slowly lifting her helm she looked up to the mech that sat next to her. Night had fallen since coming back from the vet. She was now sporting her own symbol that only turbofoxes who have won the Tri-Torus can get. It kinda looked like the basic shape of a turbofox if she looked at it for a bit. The spot still tinged and ached from them welding it into her armor on the left side of her rear. All she could think about it is how she now sported a damn cutie mark. Add in prancing around singing about friendship and she could become her own My Little Fox version of the show. Blah.

What had her worried was the seeker sitting next to her so listless. He had been almost on autopilot since leaving the tracks. It was during the procedure of her welding that Prowl had come back to question Heavyglide. She could tell it was hard for him to have to recall all that had happened, but it had to be said. What did surprise her was how Prowl put off the coldness in his voice to give condolences to the seeker. Siren did admit to herself she may have jumped the gun in their first meeting. Though she'll never say that out loud...as if she could.

So all she could do was try to show Heavyglide some comfort in this troubled time. Curling even more beside him she laid her helm on his upper leg with a small vent of air. At times she would open her optics to look up at him always taking in his vacant stare. For a while, that was how the two stayed. Neither moving.

The cycle came and went for the two as Siren began to find the lack of movement was starting to bother her. Knowing if it was bothering her than it had to be doing to same to the seeker next to her. Even with Heavyglide remaining unresponsive she could see signs that it had been bothering him as well but with his processor somewhere else he wasn't taking notice of it. Slowly she nudged him in the shoulder plating after sitting up, hoping to get his attention.

It took several more tries before his optics flickered, letting her know he was coming around. With a soft vent he turned to the vixen by his side. "You miss her too?" Siren gave a nod, whimpering as memories of what happened flashed by. At the sound she gave the seeker lifted his arm to pat her softly with his servo. "What do we do now?"

Even if she had been able to speak Siren didn't have the answer. She had never experienced having to see death first hand till now. It made her wonder if she was truly ready to see this war happen, or be apart of it. To see energon spilled and pool on the ground, the life drain away from their once bright glowing optics faded to dark, the destruction that ravages the planet leaving many of its wonders in ruins. Being truthful to herself, she was scared of the coming war and what it would bring, or if she would survive long enough to see Earth once more. It didn't help also to have lead a somewhat peaceful life with her only focus being to race. Now, all that she knew would happen soon had been slapped into her face, showing her that what she had been dreading has come into her life with force. There was no turning back...she was to live through this long war.

Having already lost one with another yet to be known if he survived, Siren looked to the mech. Would she lose him too? Would he be gone from her life just as quick as Kickboom had gone? All she could do was shrug helplessly in an answer to the mech. Heavyglide nodded as he gave her another few pets this time along her neck. "I don't know either."

Slowly, after a breem, Heavyglide got up as his cables strained and joints creaked from having stayed still for so long. She watched him as he made his way around the couch before moving to follow. Her tanks gave a slight rumble reminding her she had not refueled in a while. She would be okay for another four to five cycles without refueling but her frame was use to a cube a cycle. Five cycles was max if she wasn't straining herself, like in a race.

As she followed the mech Siren glanced at the pictures that hung on the walls showing the rich history of him and his creators. Some held him with two other mechs, Siren thinking it was his trinemates since all three looked like they had seeker builds. Others showed Kickboom with him and a few had her in them. Some showing her and Kickboom racing while others held just her in the frame. Then a couple showed a femme and a mech together or sometimes with three figures, the third figure being Heavyglide, showing that it was his creators. Though Siren knew that a few pictures were held close to the mech in the form of being saved in his datapad that even she had yet to see what was on it. It was his keepsakes that only he could look at, but made Siren curious to want a peek at them.

Once outside she followed the mech until he stopped in the opening ground that separated the house from the small stable building that housed her. It was also the patch of ground she would at times find the mood to play around. Other times, just like now, it was used for stargazing. Heavyglide lived close to the city of Vos so he was within the city limits but far enough that the lights from the city didn't interrupt the stars from showing brightly. They ranged in all shades of brightness with some brighter than any she remembered on Earth. It made her wonder which glowing star was that of Earth's sun shining in the sky.

"There has been talk of war happening soon." That jerked Siren from her stargazing to meet his optics. So soon? "Prime thinks if the rebels continue to cause mayhem like they have, war could soon be announced."

When had this been said? Kickboom and Heavyglide had always talked about what was happening with her around to hear them. That and the news from the holoscreen told her much of the rest. Then again, media could always be bought off to the best buyer.

The seeker glanced down to the vixen having felt her confused gaze on him. "I don't plan to be apart of something so violent. I just want to breed and race turbofoxes in peace, not have to choose which side is the lesser of the two evils." So even Heavyglide was against both sides, but for how long? A bot could only take so much before they sought out revenge for something that had happened. It was only a matter of time before even he would have to choose.

He gave a vent of air as his optics went back to the stars above them. "But then I think back to what happened...and I cant help but let the hurt fill me. To take action towards the ones that were responsible for her offlining."

Siren growled lightly dashing inside to get her datapad. Her only way to hold any conversation without being able to speak for herself. It was better than nothing at least. I don't know what to say to you Heavyglide, but just know I will support you in any decision. I would like to stay out of this mess that is becoming too much lately, though we both know sooner or later sides will have to be chosen. We are all we have left now, Glide. We don't even know if Howler was caught in the explosion. He was there.

Heavyglide nodded after reading the pad. "Is it too much to ask to live in peace? I don't want to be apart of this madness either."

Life will never play fair, but know I will stick with you.

"I know you would Siren." He replied softly as a small twitch of a smile was shown. "But I fear I will have to choose what to do soon. Probably too soon for anybots liking." They stood still once again next to each other until the mech kneeled to lay a servo between her shoulder platings. "I miss her so much...Primus take care of her until it is my time to return to the Matrix and be with her once more." he whispered as his optics showed the distant look once again.

Finials laid back at his words. Her thoughts churning, how long would he wait before giving up in life to be back with her?

"Come on, we need to refuel and get some recharge." He stated standing back up. Siren nodded picking up her datapad in her jaw before walking after the mech.

A vorn later

Something was going to happen. It was just a feeling she had that wouldn't go away and made her armor plating fluff out at times. Since Sentinel Prime had stopped the races, both for vehicle and turbofox types, nearly seven orns ago Heavyglide had to figure out something to continue to bring in credits. So, he gained the idea to have a subspace installed into Siren for delivering packages. That was six orns ago and she found having something installed wasn't very pleasant. At least they had put her into stasis before doing it or she would have been wailing at the amount of pain flooding her systems.

It was just onlining to feeling something new and weird that shouldn't be there but after a bit of learning how to un-subspace and subspace things, helped to get the weirdness out of it. A pro to having it installed was having a place for her datapad now. Made communicating a bit easier than having to carry it in her jaw any time she needed it to be her voice.

"Siren you ready?" Heavyglide called from another room. In the time that had past she could see the mech had gotten better, but she knew he would never heal from losing Kickboom. She gave a bark in answer after she placed her datapad in the subspace. The seeker came into the room that held the vixen as he looked over the orders for that cycle. It was yet another business that he had figured out how to run but it probably came down to having had experience from learning how to run things in the racing business.

"Alright, you'll start at Blinkguide, then after delivering that one you have a mech by the designation of Starscream. Then you'll have to pick up a package for a mech designated Rung. That last one will need to be quick, says here that he is visiting a client that lives here in Vos." He stated handing her the datapad with the list of deliveries. For some reason Siren was trying to figure out why those names were familiar. Starscream, Starscream...dear Primus...she had to deliver to him! HIM!? Wait...Rung...that one was familiar also...but from where? Rung, where has she heard that name?

"Siren? You okay?" She blinked at his question before nodding. "Alright, Blinkguide's package will be at her place for pick up." With one last nod the vixen took off at a canter towards Vos. Heavyglide watched the turbofox get smaller as she did the joor long run towards Vox. Depending on where each package needed to go it would take her most of the cycle if she didn't get any last breem order form.

With a soft vent the mech went about getting his work desk cleaned. Orders that were done were put away in a datapad for record, orders that had a set date for delivery stayed in the same datapad as before until they were moved to the one Siren occupied. Last breem orders were sent automatically to the datapad Siren had and once she was done the order form would be moved to the records pad when she reached home.

Audials twitched at the sounds of several engines. Thinking nothing of it or the fact that the engines were of grounders and not that of fliers. That was until the sounds of transformation came and a knock kilks later. Optics narrowed in confusion as to who it could be seeing as surrounding bots around him lived pretty far from each other. Getting up Heavyglide moved to the door and let it open. All he could do was gape at the mech standing there just the same as before, but with a purple symbol that was new on his chest plating. "H-Howler?"

The mech gave a small smile. "I'm sorry that I haven't called you. I was somewhat busy for a bit." he turned to the two mech standing a few feet back. "The orange and black mech is Bindbreak and the dark purple one is Raze."

Heavyglide gave each meach a nod in greeting before going back to the older one. Taking a hold of Howler in both servos to his upper arms he gave the mech a grin. "You do not know how good it is to see you again, Howler. I thought you snuffed that day."

The small smile that was on Howler faceplates grew smaller at the mention of that day. "Ah, yes, I am sorry. I should have called sooner." Howler then gave the taller mech a light pat on his cheek plates in a comforting way much like a creator to their creation. "I am also sorry to have heard about Kickboom, she was a good femme."

The seeker nodded solemnly to his thoughts of the femme his sparked hurting once again. It would seem the hurt would never leave him and sometimes he was glad it wouldn't. He loved her too much. "I wanted to be her sparkmate and now...s-she's gone." Howler looked back to the two mechs having seen the distraught look of the mech he had helped to raise in his last stages of being a younling. "Would you wait a bit, i'll be back out in a few breems. The youngling needs me."

"A few breems Howler, we have to check in soon." Raze replied crossing his arms. Howler nodded and moved the seeker back into his home, closing the door behind him, and lead him to one of the seats.

Howler looked around taking in that fact that there didn't seem to be much to show of the vixen that lived with him. "Where is Siren?"

"She's in Vos." Heavyglide replied his processor still in memory of his times with the minibot. "She delivers things now."

An optic ridge raised at that bit of information. Howler looked at the seeker before him with sadness. He had lost so much in his life and with what was going on, he would continue to loss more in time. The two mechs outside didn't know the real reason for being here, to them they thought he was here to recruit the seeker to the Decepticon cause. No, Howler was here to help the mech in another way. Even more when he heard about Kickboom orns ago. It sadden the old mech that Heavyglide would never be able to get over her snuffing having known for a long while the love he held for the femme.

War was never pretty and Howler would make sure both Heavyglide and Siren would never have to witness it. He had it planned out, but he was missing the other. Howler would have to find the vixen later after he helped Heavyglide find peace before this war fully broke out. "You two would have been a good couple, Heavyglide."

The seeker bit his lip components trying to stop the flow of coolant from slipping past his optic lids. It was futile he knew and soon he felt them running down his faceplating. "Why..d-did she have t-to go? I m-miss her so much, Howler." His ventilation system gave a hiccup as his servos went up to cover his face. Howler grimly watched the seeker fall to piece in his presence, one that Heavyglide knew for so long.

How many times did Howler give this youngling comfort? From his physical or emotional hurts. Or when this youngling came to him to show him all that he's done since he took over in helping to raise Airbeat's creation as his own. The good and the bad that ranged from his studies, to the tracks. Helped him in finding way to start his dream of becoming a turbofox breeder and racer? All Heavyglide knew was that this mech here, in his home, had always taken care of him. Feeling him near after so long in thinking he was gone was a tremendous relief to him. He trusted Howler with his spark.

"Come here." Howler said pulling the young seeker to give him a hug. Heavyglide returned it, trying to get his thoughts back in order to at least be able to talk to the mech before he had to leave again. He missed Howler and his presence. "I'm sorry, Heavyglide." ridges came together in confusion to his words until he felt something prick into his neck cable. "Wha-" he tried to say but his voice processor failed as did his legs.

Howler held the mech up as best as he could to move him to lay on the couch next to him kneeling on the floor. "I'm sorry to have to do this youngling, but I don't want you to have to go through this war that will be happening. Go, be with her again." Heavyglide stared up into Howlers optics in confusion and fear of what was happening to him. He couldn't feel anything in his legs or arms and he could feel whatever it was creep throughout his frame. He tried once more to get his vocal processor to work. "Wh...dii..do?"

Howler gave the youngling a broken gaze. "What I had to do, to save you. Do not worry, youngling, Siren will join you in the Matrix soon as well. You two are too innocent to live through war and its destruction." Howler watched at the numbing virus worked its way throughout his systems until it finally reached that last ones. "Primus, take care of him. Lead him towards those he misses." he whispered as he worked to unclasp his chest armor.

Light shown bright from the spark that beat in it's chamber. With the sound of a sheenk, Howler dove his short sword into the chamber. The spark flickered several times, each time growing dimmer before it flickered once more into darkness. The youngling felt no pain thanks to the numbing virus. All he knew was the blissful darkness much like that of recharge. Only he would never online again.

Howler drew his sword out, the sounds of the metal scraping metal made him cringe as the sword went back into it's hidden space. Looking at the mech he quietly closed his chest armor before laying a servo on top of his helm. "Til all are one." he whispered then stood up to take his leave. He now had focus to find Siren. The spark that was sparked within the frame of a turbofox. One that shouldn't have been so for she should have had the frame of a femme to hold that spark of her's.

Siren quickly set the package that Blinkguide wanted delivered on the desk of the receptionist bot. The bot then took the datapad to sign that it was delivered before taking it back to subspace. Having reviewed the list Siren had switched Starscream and Rung around since the mech showed he was needing his package sooner than Starscream. Dear Primus, who knew this cycle would come? For so long she's been able to slip past bots she knew of, thanks to the fandom it's become. Yet now, at seven vorns old nearly eight she's so far met three...or it will be three after Starscream.

Then the name Rung keeps popping up in her processor of where the frack she's heard that name before. It sure sounded very familier but never hit her as to why. Well, she'll find out soon as she delivers this package that she just picked up. It was small but not the smallest she's ever had to deliver and so she subspaced it. She dodged legs of the bots that walked along the streets letting an easy jog move her frame all around them. The city-state of Vos was pretty to her optics and the sounds of many fliers filled her audials.

The ground shook only some as the engines of jets flew overhelm. Four vorns she's spent near this city and Siren has found she could enjoy the sounds it offered. More so of those that were younglings being taught to fly by creators or close friends of the bot's family unit. It was peaceful with many bots showing their content in the way the city was, at least for now. Having only known of Vos like she did, spending time within its limits, she would say this was her city home. Siren never did figure out where Boltgear held his property and so never really knew of her actually home city, so she thought herself as Siren of Vos.

Once reaching the building that held the mech Rung she took out her order datapad and nosed the alert button. Sitting on her hunches she waited for the mech to answer and when the door slide open her jaw dropped letting the pad fell to the floor. How the frack could she forget about RUNG!? The small orange and white mech, Rung. AHH, he was too cute with his glasses! He looked down at the dropped datapad before kneeling down to pick it up. Siren knew she needed to get a hold of herself but couldn't since this was basically the first time she's fallen victim to fangirling. He really was a small mech that if she stood now she would stand just a little over his helm.

Rung read over the order. "Oh, so you're my delivery bot. I must say it is a unique way of getting a turbofox trained to do such things." And with that she hung her helm. She would be forever thought of as just a turbofox and not one that had intellect. Oh well, she's gotten use to it. Without anything further she took the small package from subspace and gave it to his awaiting servo. "Thank you. Now, wait here for a breem." he said giving her a smile as he let her take the datapad, with the signed order, and subspaced it.

Her helm tilted a bit as she looked in but knew this wasn't his home since the order form stated he was only here for a short time to see a client. Still to be able to have met him was really cool in her books. The comics really did show how cute of a bot he was, and also, apparently easily forgetful of for she actually forgot about the mech. Finials perked up at the sound of pedefalls and Rung came back into view. He then held out a servo that held a couple of small cubes of energon. "There little energon treats." he explained.

Siren couldn't help but glance from the mech to his servo that held the small cubes. Was she really being feed treats? "Go on, it's okay." he encouraged towards her lowering his servo a little more. Glancing once more from the bot to the servo before tentatively licking up the three small cubes. This was embarrassing to have to do in such a way with no digits to use to just pick them up. She was glad Heavyglide didn't make her do something like that, made it too much like a she was an animal to her. Rung gave her a light smile as she took the cubes and moved to pet her helm.

Distracted by the zing of energy from the cube treats she didn't seeing the servo descend until she felt the plating being pushed down. "You're coloration is different for a turbofox as well. Maybe that is because it helps to make you stand out for this job." he muttered. Siren laid her finial halfway back in an annoyed way as she rolled her optics knowing he would not see that Siren knew all that he had said. Would bots never stop commenting on her coloration? Taking his servo away he let her move to leave a few steps before speaking. "Thank you for letting me pet you."

That made Siren stop short of her next step as finials perked at his words. Turning her helm to look back towards the mech in surprise but all she saw was the door sliding back into it closed place. What the frag? She tilted her helm to the side in confusion trying to find if Rung did see she understood. He must have or he wouldn't have thanked her, but then again, it was Rung here. With a shake of her helm she continued on her way to get the package for...ugh, Starscream. Siren would make this one quick. An in and out delivery.

Half a joor later, Siren was making her way to the place the package was ordered to go. Standing still as she looked up the tall building before looking down at the order, yeap, right place. Picking up the datapad she walked into the building towards the elevator. Sweet it was empty! Siren quickly hit the button that would take her to the floor that held Starscream. Made her wonder what was in the package with it being that mech. Then again, did she really want to know? Nope, not really.

Looking to the door of the elevator when she felt it stop to find a seeker of blue coloration step into the space. He didn't seem to notice the vixen there until she had to side step away from getting kicked by the mech. The seeker gapped at the vixen in confusion looking a bit around him then to the closing doors. "Huh?" As he gave that sound his optics stayed on her, taking in the datapad in her jaw.

Silence ruled the space making Siren fidget under the mech's stare. Gah, stop staring you fragging mech! When she felt the slight jerk and found it to be the floor she needed she bolted. Looking around quickly as she ran she found the place she needed and skidded to a stop. Well she tried to stop only to find her frame slamming into red and white armor. The sound of something shattering filled her audials as she bounced back to land on her side. "What in Primus' name is that?!"

"That, Starscream, is a turbofox." another mech's voice stated.

"Thundercraker, I know what it is, why is it here?" Starscream asked pointing down at the vixen that was shaking her helm. Siren found the sound of his voice wasn't screechy like many portrayed his voice to be. Kinda reminded her of Armada with the way his voice sounded. She stopped her thoughts there before they got away with her and unsubspaced the package. Quickly getting her to pedes she stood facing the red and white seeker with it in her jaws. The blue seeker that was with her in the elevator stood next to him making her realize, that mech, had been Thundercracker.

This cycle was turning out to be too much for her. Maybe the feeling from earlier was meant for this. She's met with three bots from the shows and comics in this cycle than in the vorns she been online. Starscream and Thundercracker gazed down at the vixen as she held the package, waiting for one of them to take it. It was then that the blue seeker leaned in more towards her, eyeing her. "You know, I believe this is the vixen, Oddity Empress, that won the Crown Dash."

Starscream gave the blue seeker a dull gaze. "I do not see how you found turbofox racing entertaining." Really...Thundercracker watched turbofox racing? Well, that was something new to hear. She bobbed her helm a bit trying to get their attention back on the package still within her jaw. Starscream looked at it before taking it, shooting her a narrowed gaze. Once it was taken she glanced down to find her datapad and found it cracked. Owh, Heavyglide wasn't going to like this.

With a vent she went over to the pad to pick it up and then turned back to the red and white mech, stopping him from going into the room. For a few breems she waited for this to be signed, but all the mech did was just glare at her. Really? What the frag did she do to have him glare at her like that? "I think the vixen wants you to sign for the package Starscream." Thundercracker supplied. Oh bless that mech!

Starscream scuffed and walked into the room without another thought as the door slid closed. REALLY!? God damn fragger! "Here, I'll sign it for you." Siren turned to the blue seeker and let him take the cracked datapad. A klik later she was subspacing it and ready to rush away from the building that held Starscream. "That vixen must have a really good trainer for him to train her to do this type of delivery." That was that last thing she heard as she left the mech in her dust. All she wanted to do was get home and relax with Heavyglide. She was happy that no last breem orders came in as she made her way out of the city towards home.

In her excitement she ran faster than what she had done before in the early joors of the cycle and found herself back on the property nearly forty breems later. At that point she walked the rest of the way to help cool her frame some before entering the house. The smell is what hit her first making her gag and hack. Armor bristled making it seem she was larger than normal as she took several slow steps into the house. Finials were perked, twitching around trying to listen for anything to be heard. Old energon was what filled her olfactory sensor letting her know that energon had been sitting out so she gave out a small bark hoping to hear the mech call back to her.

Nothing was heard. No movement at all. Siren's armor flared a bit more as she turned to look into the livingroom, catching sight of the mech she had been looking for. From her view point it seemed the mech had taken a small recharge so she went around the couch to try to nudge him online. This time, Siren gave a wail of sorrow at the sight of energon pooled around him.

This is my longest chapter yet for this story! Whooaa! Again I must say sorry, I may not be able to get another chapter in for a bit until I get another writing computer. It sucks because I already have the next chapter all planed. Had to go to paper and pen when the screen died...

And thanks to all that gave an option to last chapters question. As you can see the datapad will be her way of speaking. I was wanting to keep it to where she stayed that of a turbofox, but still had ways to 'speak' in a different way.

The Whispering Sage - Until you said something about spark bonds I completely forgot about them. It was a thought I was going to put in until it hit me. If she were to create a bond the only one she could possibly do was that of a spark mate. Seeing as her siblings are all turbofoxes and that Furywave held the creator/creation bond. So that took those two types out of the way leaving just that one left. It really was something I was wanting to happen but decided that it wouldn't work too well. BUT there is always later!

BIackrose13 - Hound is a cool mech. His G1 counterpart that is.

Jazzy757505 - I thank you and I am glad you enjoy it.

Redcollecter - i'm sorry! For both Boom and Glide..

ren7720 - Thank you for the insight. it helped greatly.

Darkrose Prime - Ah yes Howler...As shown he is Decepticon now. And yes there was many pros and cons to figuring that out.

Secret1618 - Thank you.

Now to thank all of those that have Followed and Favorited. b3wRe Th3 4n Wh0 5p3k5 1n hNd5 (How did you come up with that?), FlorLove152, mummyslayer, falloutaki, OfLifeDeathAndAllBetween, Secret1618, Jazzy757505, snappingmarr0, Moonlit Mortal, and Baseele!

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Steelcode - Thank you as well.

Versati - Ah I'm sorry, trust me I would have updated this chapter sooner. I am invested in this story so much that a couple of other stories I have is kinda starting to collect dust. I have so much planed that its having to be put on paper. That in a nightmare of its self.

3 - Thank you and sorry to your feelings, I didn't mean to kill them.

silent femme - It might not be armada but Starscream makes a showing!