Chapter Three

Nightshade paced in the waiting room while his creators were sitting in the chairs looking tired but worried. The medic came out and looked at the small family.

"Well?" the grey sire demanded standing up.

"You might want to sit down for this" the golden femme medic advised and the small family took a seat.

"Your son, Firestorm, he will make a full recovery…. But he was raped and is now carrying," The femme exclaimed.

"M-may we s-see him?" Nightshade asked.

"Yes you can he woke up about three klicks ago"

The family entered room number 12 and noticed the youngest member of their family was looking at them.

"Firestorm!" a black streak engulfed his younger brother in a hug before he could react.

"Too hard, too hard, ow, ow, ow!" the injured mechling yelped.

"I'm sorry" Nightshade apologized letting go, "I'm just so glad you're alright!"

"We all are," the carrier stated and the entire family hugged.

"Now let's talk about that sparkling" the sire whispered in Firestorms audio.

"There's nothing to talk about" Firestorm explained, "I'm keeping it."

"WHAT!"

"Yay! I'm going to be an uncle!"


: Decepticon Warship:

Arachnid was staring out of the window into space when Starscream stalked in with his hands behind his back, "are you sure it was a good idea to send them?"

The femme glared out the window in annoyance before turning to glare down at the seeker, "I am, if you have a problem with this you can take it up with Lord Megatron" the Third in Command hissed at the disrespectful seeker.

Starscream gaped lost for words before finding his voice, "I meant no disrespect, it's just they are high ranking and in line to the throne, after you of course, and they are the most vengeful out of all the Decepticons, they might blow their cover to get revenge for—"

"ENOUGH!" Arachnid bellowed in outrage "I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR EXCUSES! My son and his niece have their mission; I do not care how they do it, I just care that it is done. NOW LEAVE ME!"

The grey and red seeker looked at her angrily before turning and storming out, past the Communications Officer as he walked in. The fuming femme took a deep breath before letting it out; she looked at Soundwave with less fire in her optics.

"Yes Soundwave?"

{I am Darkshadow and this is Moonlasher} a mechs voice played from the CO.

"Thank you Soundwave, you are dismissed" with that said the silent 'Con turned and left the room, "Hmm, Darkshadow and Moonlasher….. From Firestorms favorite story, nice job Nightshade" Arachnid smirked before turning to stare out the window once again.

: Autobot HQ:

In a white room with a big bookcase on the opposite wall from the door, a desk beside the bookcase, and a grey berth on the right side of the door kneeled a white and red-orange mech looking through his bookshelf muttering to himself.

"Shadows and Claws: The Nightmare Realm, Dark Honor, Study on The Golden Age" Ratchet muttered as he ran his index figure on the ancient books, "Aha, Realm of Despair: Shadowed Moon."

The Autobot Medic took out the book and turned it so that he saw the cover; the cover was black with a dark grey muscular Predacon, the Predacon had light green optics, and a bright moon with a slim silver Predacon laying on it, this Predacon had bright blue optics. He flipped the book open and went through the pages until he came to Chapter 56 Page 1,189 and stared at the names of the two Predacons and frowned when he saw them. The names of the two Predacons on the cover were "Darkshadow" and "Moonlasher".

"How can the new Autobots be Darkshadow and Moonlasher if Darkshadow and Moonlasher are Predacons?" Ratchet questioned to himself.

You see, after The Great Exodus Cybertronians declared that no one was to be named after a Predacon even if the Predacon was from a story and/or made up. Ratchet read further into the book until he got to his favorite spot.

'Darkshadow did not care for what his kin thought; he loved the Princess of the Day Tribe and she admitted her love for him, nothing can change that. The young prince leapt into the air and flapped his wings to gain altitude and flew toward their meeting spot; a mountain colored like the Mongolian (AN: Mongolia is an ancient Predacon City where the sun and moon touch once every 315 years (In this story)) Sunset with a light blue and violet waterfall that catch the morning rays of sunlight making the waterfall look like a violet, blue, emerald and ruby moon. The dark grey and black Predacon male with silver teardrop-like designs under his eyes landed on a ledge and slithered in; he heard the sound of wings on the air and turned to see his secret Dovahrake (AN: Pronounced Dovah-rak-ah) land and enter.

'"Darkshadow I have to tell you something!" Moonlasher roared, worry was evident in her voice.

'"What is it" Darkshadow asked the distressed Dovahra (femme Predacon Dovahner is male).

'"It's the -'

A loud alarm sounded startling the medic out of his reading; he stood up and raced to the main part of the HQ. He typed on the computer until he found the problem and he frowned before turning to the other Autobots and explaining.

"There is a relic signal."

Sorry for the short chapter