Note: I had a crisis on how to write this chapter. My options were:

1) Have a bunch of dying and tear apart Bee's family slowly, leading to war.

2) Have some dying and get Bee kidnapped. This leads to war.

3) Have no dying, but separate Bee's family. It'll get stitched back together later. No war yet.

4) Have no dying and get Bee kidnapped. No war yet.

I wrote this chapter in such a way that either one of these is an option, but I need YOUR opinion. Just know that picking 1 or 2 leads to war faster. Picking 3 or 4 lets me get more plot into it. Picking 2 or 4 lets me get to the climax faster. Help me choose by leaving a review, or PM me, or whatever you need to do to tell me. This is what I meant by writing and uploading almost daily. The plot ends up with 4 different branches because my head was left to its own devices. Help me!

On the nature of reviews:

childofgod80809: You might want to wait.

17 (Guest): I kind of did use the Megatron VS Airachnid's Insecticon battle from TFP. As for Airachnid, she may or may not show up later. I haven't decided.

This is super long already. I'll let you read after I tell you that I DON'T OWN TRANSFORMERS! So bon appetit!


"Are we there yet?"

"Not yet, Sweet Bee," Scythe said

One breem passed.

"How about now?"

"Still no, squirt," Sideswipe said.

Two breems passed.

"Are we-"

"You've been asking us that for the last thirty breems, Bee! We aren't there yet! Just a few more joors. Then we'll be there." Sunstreaker sighed, exasperated, and returned to staring out the window.

"But I'm bored!" he whined, his doorwings fluttering for emphasis. "My helm hurts from reading the first three chapters of 'The Intergalactic Species Compendimus-"

"Compendium, bitlet," Ravage corrected him from his spot on the floor.

"Yeah, compendismu." Sideswipe snickered at Bee's pronunciation of the word. "I also solved the cube-of-cubes three times, and I drew a picture of everything I could think of with the art pad and the charcoal pens Sunny and Sides gave me." The yellow twin grunted at the nickname. "I'm out of things to do."

"What about recharge?" Ravage asked. "You did have to wake up during fourth night shift."

"I'm not tired!" Bee said through a yawn. Scythe just smiled and pulled the rapidly tiring sparkling into her lap. Once the beat of her spark filled his audials, he was out like a light.

x x x x x

Five joors later, they arrived at Transit's Depot. It was a small, dilapidated station, much like the shuttle itself, but it was small and would hopefully avoid detection. It was also cheaper.

The group moved towards the designated transformation area and changed into their alts. Scythe's motorcycle form was too small to hold the recharging sparkling, so Sideswipe offered to carry him in his sports car alt. Sunstreaker had a yellow version of the same alt, but he was a little pickier about his finish. However, he did allow Ravage in his cab with the agreement that any scratches would be reimbursed.

From the obscure station, the drive to the Crystal Gardens took a few more breems. Luckily, Bee was in recharge. Though he would've loved to see the tall, spiraling buildings, built to let the wind curve around them. This let the wind hit the wind chimes hanging within the curves, their gentle tinkling filling pockets of silence with music.

They rounded the corner of Main and Prime and saw Orion and Jazz waiting in the alt lot. The group parked in a few spots and transformed. Scythe carefully extracted Bee from Sideswipe's alt while Ravage jumped out of Sunstreaker's.

"So, yer da group Megatron said was comin'," the Polyhexian said. "Name's Jazz. Pleased ta meet ya." He held out his servo for them to shake.

Scythe took it first. "My name is Scythe. The twins are Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, red and yellow respectively. The cat is Ravage. And you already know Bumblebee."

"Indeed we do. My name is Orion," said the red and blue mech standing next to Jazz. He also held out his servo for them to shake.

Scythe rubbed Bumblebee's cheek with her thumb and whispered, " Sweetspark, we're here."

Bee groggily yawned and blinked owlishly. He slowly turned and saw Orion standing there with Jazz. "Oreo! Jazzy!"

They both chuckled. "How's mah li'l mechlin' doin'?" Jazz asked while obliging to Bee's fist bump.

"It's been cool! I had my first match and I won!"

Jazz looked at Scythe with worry. "I'll explain later," she said. "If you're awake enough, Bee, you and Ravage can explore the gardens with the twins. Mechlings!"

"We're not mechlings!" they yelled back from a patch of lunaflors Sunstreaker was trying to draw.

"But we'd be glad to watch Squirt for a while," Sideswipe said. Sunstreaker hummed his agreement. Scythe set Bumblebee on the ground, who then ran to give Orion and Jazz a quick hug before running off to the twins with Ravage.

x x x x x

"What's that?" Bumblebee pointed to a group of golden flowers.

"Those are gilded lilies," Ravage replied.

"What about those?" He pointed to some blue, spark-shaped flowers drooping from their stems in a line.

"Those are bleeding sparks," the feline replied.

"Oh! I know these!" Bee jumped up and down excitedly, pointing to a group of colorful flowers floating in the oil ponds. "Those are neon nympheas!"

"That's right, bitlet."

"Kitty!"

"We already agreed to disagree, little one."

The yellow sparkling let air burst past his lips in boredom. The flowers were pretty, sure. He had drawn a picture of each one at different angles to show Shockwave when they got home. However, Sunny was still drawing pictures, Sideswipe was haggling with a gift shop attendant, Scythe and the other mechs were discussing... something, and Ravage looked like he wanted nothing more than to curl up on a bench and soak in the sunlight.

Wait.

Correction: Ravage was currently curled up on a bench, soaking in the sunlight.

And now he was in recharge.

Some bodyguard.

Oh well. This gave Bee more freedom to walk around. He strolled through the iodine ixias and the osmium orchids. He passed by the platinum poppies and had just rounded a bend of pitbores when he heard sniffling. Peeing around the leaves of a copper rose bush, he saw a couple holding each other as lubricant streaked down their faces.

Without a second thought, he picked a few roses and walked up to the couple. They opened their optics to see a little sparkling holding up a bunch of copper roses for them.

"Thank you, little one. You're very kind," the femme said. She had deep, midnight black plating, but she was iridescent under the sun. When the light hit her plating at just the right angle, one could see brilliant blues, deep violets, and dark greens take over. Her aquamarine optics had a carrier's pain in them.

The mech with her was clad in black plating that, in the right light, burst with tiny white, blue, and yellow stars. His teal optics had a sire's pain in them. Both bots had doorwings and chevrons, a sign of their Praxian descent.

"You're welcome," Bee replied. If it's okay with you, why are you crying?"

"Our daughter died this orn 32 vorns ago," the mech said. "She'd only given birth to the most handsome bitlet a vorn earlier when a mech came to kill them both. A red demon, he was. Our little femme killed for having a miracle newspark."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Bee said. Suddenly, a memory of his carrier came to his processor and he started to cry too.

"Oh, don't cry, little one." The femme picked him up and cradled him near her spark. The memory shifted a hidden one of his grandcreators. He cried harder.

"I-It's j-just that I l-l-lost my carrier 32 vo-orns ago. I t-turned 33 t-t-two orns ago-o. She was p-p-pretty. Her creat-tors were nice t-too," Bee stuttered through his tears.

The mech gently wiped the trails of lubricant with his thumb. "You know little one. You look like you could be our grandson. You're almost like our little femme too. Same color scheme, same kindness, even the same optics..."

"Bumblebee! Where are you?!"

"Is that femme calling for you, little one?" the mech asked. Bumblebee nodded, yawning. "Come on, Little Bee. Let's bring you back." They made to stand, but before they could, Scythe and Jazz came running around the corner with Orion hot on their pedes.

"Oh, thank the AllSpark! Thank you for taking care of him," Scythe said, gasping for air to cool down her systems.

'You have a very sweet sparkling, dearie," said the black femme. "He reminds us of our daughter."

"Well, he should," Jazz said. "Yeh're Solstice's creaters, aren't yeh?"

"We are," said the mech. "My name is Starshot and this is my sparkmate, Galaxy."

"Well, accordin' ta our CNA records, Bumblebee is 'er sparklin'."

"That's wonderful!" Galaxy exclaimed. "Oh, Starry, our sparkling's alive and here! Who do were need to thank?"

Scythe answered her, "Well, Megatron is his official caretaker, but you know the saying. It takes a village to raise a child."

The couples' optic ridge shot upwards. "Our grandson grew up in the Pits of Kaon!?" Starshot exclaimed. "That's no place for a sparkling!"

"I can protect myself! I won my first fight last orn!" Bee proclaimed proudly. This only worsened the couples' looks of horror.

"I'm afraid that isn't improving the situation, little one," Orion whispered.

Galaxy hugged Bee closer to her chassis as Starshot said, "We won't let our grandchild be raised in the pits!"

"Well, you're a bit late for that," Scythe drawled. "He's spent the last 32 vorns there."

"You'll raise him to be a killer! Why Megatron must be the most ruthless of them all!" the black mech said.

"Hey, we all came to fight for our lives because we didn't want to fight for our survival!" the blue and tan femme hissed. "If you can't accept that we come from a station lower than yours, then you aren't fit to raise Bee!"

"We raised Solstice just fine! She grew up honest and loving and kind. Never had anything to do with risky business," said Galaxy.

"I'm afraid I have ta disagree, ma'am," Jazz said with a slight bow of his helm. "Accordin' ta our research, yer daughter got inta an affair wit' Sentinel Prime and somehow ended up sparked wit' Bee."

Galaxy and Starshot closed their optics. "Oh no," said Starshot. "We always knew she was going through it, but we had hoped..."

"Through what, may we ask?" Orion pitched in.

"As a low-class courier for nobles, we knew that they didn't treat her kindly. In fact, they were very..." Galaxy trailed off and glanced at Bee before continuing. "lascivious."

"What does that mean?" Bee asked.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Sweet Bee," Scythe whispered hoarsely.

"We tried to get her to open up. But one orn she just up and left. That very afternoon, she came home happier than ever. A few cycles later and we find out she's sparked! Imagine our surprise when she told us we were going to be grandcreators." A drop of lubricant slid down Galaxy's cheek.

"But Sentinel his sire? He got to her the night after she found out she was sparked. It couldn't have been him," Starshot said.

"But our scans showed that Bumblebee has a faint bond with the bastard," Scythe snarled as she referred to Sentinel.

"You mean the tingly in my spark that keeps repeating 'Where are you?' over and over again?" Bee asked. Everyone stared at him in shock.

"Bumblebee," Orion said, "What is it saying right now?"

Bee scrunched up his face. No one could pay attention to how cute it looked. "Um. Where are you? Tell me where you are. Where are you? What do you see? Ow!"

"Ow?" Orion asked.

"It feels like someone pinched my spark. Now the tingly's saying 'Crystal Gardens' on repeat."

They didn't time to react when an EMP grenade knocked them all out.


Note: Yeah. Ow. I was going to put the twins and Ravage in the last scene, but I wanted to have a reason to have the no killing options. If You do choose to have me kill some bots, I can knock them out later. But I need YOUR help! Remember your options:

1) Have a bunch of dying and tear apart Bee's family slowly, leading to war.

2) Have some dying and get Bee kidnapped. This leads to war.

3) Have no dying, but separate Bee's family. It'll get stitched back together later. No war yet.

4) Have no dying and get Bee kidnapped. No war yet.

1 and 2 lead to war. 3 and 4 lets me get more plot into it. 2 or 4 lets me get to the climax faster. So please help me!

Here are the flowers I used:

Gilded Lilies are just lilies that are made of gold.

Copper Roses are roses that are made of copper. I picked copper because it had a punish color.

Iodine Ixias are based on Ixia flowers. Iodine is supposed to have a dark, bluish-people color.

Osmium Orchidsv are light blue orchids

Neon Nympheas have many colors, but they are all some sort of neon. Nympheas are like water lilies.

Bleeding Sparks is just a take on Bleeding Hearts.

Platinum Poppies are just silver poppies.

Lunaflors is a take on Moonflowers

Pitbore is a take on Hellebore.

Also, the "cube-of-cubes" is just a Rubik's cube.

This is super long! Leave a review and I'll get back to you. Farewell! Till next time! And please hurry with picking an option. Guest review, account review, whatever. I need an opinion on the next chapter STAT!