DMK: So… come back for more of my horrible fic? Suit yourself. The same stupid disclaimer applies, so don't sue me. Next, I have several warnings:

One: VERY short.

Two: Events are slightly OUT OF ORDER

Three: Scavenger shows up. (is that really a warning?)

And, Four: The star saber has already been found, it just hasn't been mentioned yet.

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CHAPTER 5 (Very short, I know)

When I opened my eyes, all I saw was white. Sheer white.

Sideswipe gave a whoop. Oh, YEAH! I haven't done that in so long!

Longarm responded in much the same way. Yee-hah! I'll never get over warping!

"Are you okay?" Red-Alert asked me, clearly concerned.

"That. Was. So. COOL!"

The Cybertronian medic laughed. "You humans are a strange species, you know?"

"Hey, to us you're not exactly normal, either."

"Yes, I suppose so."

I stepped out of Red's cab, and sunk about two feet into the snow. "Aw nuts!"

Ha-ha! Hey, need help?

Sideswipe, who had found a more shallow snow drift, along with Longarm, helped me up. Hotshot and Smokescreen watched, amused, while Optimus and Red-Alert transformed.

It was cold. Wow, cold.

"So where do we go from here?" Hotshot asked his leader.

Prime was about to answer when the words, "Nowhere!" accompanied by a torrent of laser blasts, reached us.

"Scatter!" Optimus ordered as he ducked under a blast.

"Sideswipe!" I called.

Right! Transform! He yelled, then pulling around so I could mount him.

"Run!" I had heard Hotshot shout to me. "Try to find the Minicon!"

"You got it!"

We were about thirty feet away from the battlefield when I came face-to-face with another Transformer. This one was big, green, and obviously a Decepticon.

"Yaaaah! Sideswipe! Bank right!"

We turned only seconds before a hand the size of a pickup would have slammed down on top of us.

"Where are you going, human? We were just starting to have fun," he said as he tried to flatten us again.

"Pretty sadistical idea of fun, don't you think?" I shot back.

Dude! Never taunt a Decepticon! Sideswipe shouted fearfully.

Hotshot, who had noticed the Decepticon trying to play whack-a-human, cried out, "Scavenger! Your fight's with us! Leave her out of this!"

"'Scavenger'?" I repeated.

He stopped and looked down at me. "Yes, I suppose we haven't met. Megatron told me about the pesky human girl who got away. Kudos on escaping, but you won't have such luck against me." He reached down again.

Sideswipe and I were about to clear his hand, when the Motorcross Minicon's back tire sank into a drift.

Slaggit! Need... Tire chains...!!

"Duck!" I shouted as Scavenger's fist passed over us.

Boom!

I looked to the left, and saw Hotshot, gun smoking. "Ow! You little upstart! You'll regret that!" And in a second Scavenger had transformed into a bulldozer vehicle mode and was barreling towards the yellow Autobot.

We then took the opportunity to get as far away from that battlefield as we could. We traveled up the side of an iceberg/mountain, and watched the battle. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a glimmer of green light.

"Ha! I found it!" I said happily.

Too bad Starscream had as well. "That Minicon is mine!" He shouted at me.

"I don't think so, rust-bucket!!"

He landed in front of me, towering some twenty feet over my head. "I dare you to say that again."

I had opened my mouth to repeat myself, when the ice below us cracked, and bowed inward.

Move! Sideswipe shouted as he cleared the gaping hole that had opened below me.

"Ahhhh!!" I fell.

I fell for so long, and then- blackness.

TBC

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DMK: Aren't cliffhangers great? Hee… well, if anyone is still interested in what happens next, review. If not, well, that's life.