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            Thrust, Ramjet, Dirge and Blitzwing burst from the tunnel opening in their respective aircraft modes closely followed by the speeding Stunticons below them. As they banked to bring their weapons to bear on their targets the enormity of the situation struck. Before them they could see thousands of Predacon troops disembarking from large transports that were hovering above the surface of the planet. Before they could fire at their targets they were attacked by hundreds of laser blasts coming from ahead of them. They each began evasive manoeuvres as they attempted to avoid being hit. Below them the Stunticons drove almost imperviously into the midst of the disembarking Predacons.

"Yahoo" screamed Wildrider, as he ploughed through a large of group of Predacons. Others fired wildly at the charging Stunticons but to no avail. Behind them Onslaught, Swindle, Brawl and Ravage had taken cover behind some rubble and were firing madly into the throng of Predacons ahead of them.

"Blastoff, Vortex try and take out one of those transports, that should take out a significant number of their forces," commanded Onslaught through his communicator.

"Of course. What did you think we were trying to do?" answered Blastoff, flying above in his shuttle mode, narrowly avoiding being struck by weapons fire. Shockwave, Soundwave, Reflector and the Constructicons exited the tunnel entrance and immediately began exchanging fire with the Predacon forces.

"Rumble, Frenzy, Laserbeak, Ratbat eject. Operation, warfare" commanded Soundwave opening his chest compartment. The four cassettes ejected from the safety of Soundwave's chest, transformed and quickly began firing at the Predacons. Shockwave was about to turn to Soundwave to get approximate enemy numbers when Soundwave suddenly shouted. "Alert. Alert. Enemy craft approaching from the South-East" Shockwave turned and in the distance could make out more transport craft approaching with fighter escorts.

"Order Ramjet, Thrust, Dirge and Blitzwing to intercept and destroy those transports"

"As you command Shockwave"

 Immediately the jets broke off their assault on the Predacons and changed course to intercept the approaching enemy reinforcements. Ramjet, Dirge and Thrust in a Vic formation with Blitzwing just off to one side. The four Decepticon jets flew head-on into the large numbers of enemy fighters. Missiles and laser fire flew about them as they continued to fly towards their target. A missile struck Thrust on his wingtip reducing his manoeuvrability as the Decepticons simultaneously opened fire on one of the massive transport ships. Explosions rippled across the surface of the ship as missile upon missile ploughed into its hull. Suddenly there was a massive implosion as one of the fuel cells caught alight. The ship began falling out of the sky at high speed, breaking up as it went. The four Decepticons flew passed and turned for a pass at one of the other transports. Suddenly they were caught up in massive amounts of laser fire from behind.

"Damn it" shouted Ramjet. "Where in the sacred spires did they appear from?"

"No idea" replied Blitzwing. "But I'd recommend that someone deal with 'em"

"Dirge your with me, we'll deal with those fighters. Thrust, Blitzwing take out as many of those transports as you can"

"Acknowledged" came the reply as Dirge and Ramjet broke off to intercept the attacking fighters.

"Death comes to all those who cross me!" cried Dirge as he dived on a group of fighters, weapons blazing. He caught three in a hail of weapons fire before the others were able to avoid him.

"So, d'you reckon these are Maximals or Predacons?" Ramjet asked.

"Doesn't matter to me, they both blow up so easily as to make this like shooting Cyber-ducks in a barrel" answered Dirge. Ramjet just laughed as he rammed into one of the fighters ahead of him, puncturing through its body as the poor creature cried out in pain.

            "Whoopee, this is what I really call a battle!" cried Brawl transforming into his tank mode and releasing burst after burst of artillery fire at the attacking Predacons.

"You mean these are supposed to be our descendants? I'm not impressed," said Swindle continuing to fire at a group of Predacons who were desperately trying to avoid the Decepticons fire. "It's like shooting at Micromasters, they just keep trying to hide"

"Well for Micromasters there seems to be hell of a lot of them," said Ravage shooting a Predacon who had somehow got relatively close to the Decepticons.

"Doesn't matter to me" shouted Brawl. "A targets a target, and non o' these are gonna live long enough to have descendants of their own"

            They could feel their ship rock. Explosions were going off outside but they paid them no heed; they were here for only a single reason. They stood staring forwards, their neural processors checking and rechecking their instructions. They would be ready. This was what they were designed to do. Mild ripples of fear and anticipation would occasionally make itself known but it would be fought down.

"Disembarkation in two cycles" echoed the booming voice through the speaker system. Two cycles, two cycles in which to make your peace with Primus. Two cycles in which to prepare yourself for the inevitable battle ahead. They had been trained for this but more than that they were designed for this, their very being had been grafted for this one and only purpose. This may not have been the enemy they had been expecting to face, but they would fight for the honour of all Predacons. They would be fighting side by side with the Maximals, their enemies for so long. They would be fighting against their own ancestors. At least they would be fighting a real army, not just some hyped up civilian population with dreams of grandeur. This would be a battle to be remembered, a battle where all of Cybertron rose up in an attempt to stop an aggressor. Many felt that maybe what they were doing was wrong. They would be fighting the 'bots that many of them had idolised from their past, great names such as Shockwave or Soundwave. It was also rumoured that some of the original Mayhems were here, Decepticon shock troops that instilled fear into their enemies and were stronger than the legendary Autobot Wreckers.

"Disembarkation in one cycle. All forces transform" As one great mass every Predacon in the landing area transformed into similar looking ground assault vehicles. They were ready. They would leave the safety of this cloaked vessel and they would fight to the end, they would fight for the survival of Cybertron, their Cybertron. They had their orders. They were well trained. They would succeed. Failure was an alien concept. They were trained not to fail. They were trained to win or die trying. They were here to fight, and if that meant that they would have to fight the heroes of their past then so be it for victory would come to them, and the Decepticons would again feel the bitter taste of defeat but this time at the hands of their own descendants. They would win. It was inevitable. The lights visibly brightened as the cloak shutdown. The giant exit ramp lowered quickly and the call came through.

"ATTACK, ATTACK, ATTACK!" They moved forwards as one. Hundreds of Predacons moved to attack the heroes of their past with only the thought of victory filling their minds. Then came the explosion, the searing heat as flame and molten metal ripped through the base of the ship, followed only by darkness.

            Shockwave transformed back into his robot mode. He and the Combaticons had just combined all their firepower on one spot of the vessel that had just uncloaked before them and had succeeded in destroying its lower decks as well as its thrusters. It fell heavily on top of the disembarking troops below it. The explosions rippled across its surface and the surface of the planet blowing many of the Predacons near it to the ground. The screams of pain could be heard throughout the battlefield and though Shockwave knew it to be illogical he felt pure ecstasy at that sound, the sound of their enemies being crushed before the might of the Decepticons. If he could have, he would have smiled. Soon the Decepticons would again take their rightful place as the rulers of Cybertron and from there, the galaxy and this time there were no Autobots to stop them.

            "Predacon Wing Epsilon, intercept Decepticon fighters in section Omega"

Night-stalker watched as Obsidian and Strika gave commands to the troops on the ground.

"Maximal Battalion Delta Tau, disembark and begin assault"

He watched on the viewer the pictures from below them. The Decepticons limited forces were keeping the joint Predacon Maximal forces at bay.

"Maximal Wing Kappa Delta, assist disembarkation of Maximal ground troops in section Alpha"

The large holographic imager that had been fitted in his Command Centre also showed an image of the battle below but this time a 3D rendered image using Maximal, Predacon and Decepticon sigils to denote who each of the forces were.

"Predacon Battalion Omega Alpha, move to section Delta four and assist with Maximal push on Decepticon positions"

The battle hadn't been raging for that long, and they had arrived after it had started, and already it was clear that they had underestimated the resistance that the Decepticons would put up to defend themselves.

"Maximal Wing Omega Kappa, withdraw to coordinates two three zero and join with Wing Delta Epsilon"

Transport craft were, of course, still arriving into the area as there was only about half of their total force here. Those forces, however, were having a pit of a time attempting to break through Decepticon defences. Every time it seemed that maybe, just maybe, they had found an opening a Decepticon would appear and with its superior firepower send the attackers into confusion. They didn't necessarily have to kill the numbers that Obsidian and Strika were thinking of earlier. All they had to do was give enough of a fright to the attackers, or catch them off guard, and they would be able to at least slow their attack. In which time, that Decepticon usually had enough time to call in some of his comrades and force the attackers back. They were doing something that Obsidian and Strika seemed to be forgetting about. They were using their initiative. Obsidian and Strika had fought many battles together and won them all, well all but the Vehicon incident, but they had won them with tactics that were planned from above. The Decepticons, who had all fought in many more battles than both Obsidian and Strika together, possibly more than the whole population of Cybertron together, were fighting in a well planned but easy to change style. This meant that they were responding quickly and efficiently to each change of tactic that the two Generals tried. It didn't seem to openly affect them though, they continued with the same tactic nonetheless.

"Predacon Battalion Alpha Beta, intercept Decepticon in section Mu Upsilon"

The biggest problem was that the attackers felt something about the Decepticons that they didn't, many of them were scared or worse in awe of the mighty robots that were before them. Many of the Predacons were in awe of the Decepticons because they were their ancestors. No, more than that, they were their heroes. They were what the Maximals had forced the Predacons not to be they were warriors. Fighting an enemy is one thing, fighting an idol is another. On the flip side many of the Maximals were scared of the Decepticons. Damn if I was down there I would be and I'm not a Maxi, thought Night-stalker. These giant robots from our past that were believed to have been defeated and destroyed were now killing and maiming thousands of them, the fear was palpable and one of their best weapons against their attackers, whether they knew it or not.

"Maximal Wing Kappa Tau, move to coordinates one four zero and begin assault"

"Predacon transport group Lambda reports that they are ready to begin transport of the last of the Predacon ground forces" came a voice from Night-stalkers right. It was one of his own crew who had been roped into assisting Obsidian and Strika communicate with the transport groups. Again Night-stalker could feel the anger inside him rising because his ship and his crew were being used without his full consent.

"Very well. Order them to transport those troops to coordinates five zero seven and unload," commanded Obsidian. The crewmember looked at Night-stalker briefly and seeing a small nod complied with the order. At least someone remembers the chain of command around here, thought Night-stalker.

"Maximal Battalion Tau Omega, move to coordinates one four zero…correction two four zero and begin assault"

Night-stalker watched as thousands of troops were sent into battle and were slaughtered. Slag, many of them weren't even getting into battle. The Maximal transports couldn't cloak so were being intercepted before they even reached the battlefield and the Predacon ones were being attacked as soon as they uncloaked. It looked to be a slaughter, but for the wrong side.

"Predacon Wing Mu Upsilon, intercept and escort Maximal transport Zeta"

"Predacon Battalion Iota Kappa, move to coordinates zero four zero"

Night-stalker watched the battle unfold. Was it really possible that Obsidian and Strika, two of Cybertron's greatest Generals would really make this big a mistake? The Decepticons were intercepting every push on every side and were almost able to…wait a nano-klic. Night-stalker leant forward and smiled slightly. So, that's what their up to, he thought. His grin grew broader. Never thought they would be that wasteful, could work though. They did say victory at all costs.

            Vortex felt the missile connect with his rear rotor and immediately lost control. He fell heavily out the air, smoke pouring out of the rear of his helicopter transform. Before he hit the ground he transformed into his robot mode and hit the ground hard. Thankfully for him he wasn't to far from the position being held by his fellow Combaticons. Standing he charged towards them, laser fire scorching his back.

"They seem to have brought out the heavy artillery," he said to Onslaught, looking at the blackened mess that was formally his rear rotor.

"Then I believe it's the time we did the same," replied Onslaught. "Combaticons transform into Bruticus" With that the five Combaticons changed into their third modes in order to link into the giant gestalt. Bruticus roared.

"Bruticus angry" he began, almost cradling the arm Vortex had become. "Bruticus destroy pesky Predacons" He fired his sonic stun gun into the throng of Predacon forces attempting to move towards the Decepticon positions vaporising many and blowing others to the ground. Immediately Predacon and Maximal aerial forces began attacking the giant gestalt. Though their individual firepower would do no damage to the giant, combined there was a possibility that they could do some damage, or if nothing else distract him long enough to give the ground forces a chance. Bruticus merely stood flailing his arms in an attempt to swat the smaller Transformers out of the sky.

            "We're being slaughtered," cried Stormchaser. Obsidian and Strika ignored his outburst and continued to command their forces. "You have to order a withdrawal," continued Stormchaser beginning to edge forward. An arm shot out and pushed Stormchaser backwards. Looking down Stormchaser recognised Night-stalkers black armour pushing against his waist.

"Now, now. Leave the Generals to their work" came Night-stalkers smooth, calculating voice. "You wouldn't want them to make a mistake now would you?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"As far as I can see the only mistake we made was making you the Predacon Representative," snapped Stormchaser.

"Owww, that really hurts me deep into my spark" answered Night-stalker feigning pain and placing a hand over his chest. "It hurts me deeper than you'll ever know" Stormchaser just scoffed and turned his attention back to Obsidian and Strika.

"We're losing too many troops and you two aren't doing anything to curtail those losses," he shouted pointing an accusing finger at the two Cybertronian Generals.

"The operation is going exactly to plan," stated Strika without taking her optics off her controls.

"To plan," cried Stormchaser. "How can you say that? We're being massacred!"

"The losses are not any higher than those with which we were predicting"

"But we're losing!" pleaded Stormchaser. "We've lost over a third of the forces that we have sent into combat already and even with the reinforcements that have still to arrive our losses are to great"

"The operation is continuing to plan. It will succeed" Stormchaser shook his head and was about to continue berating the Generals when Night-stalker turned his head towards him and asked,

"Do you even know what the plan is?"

"To defeat the Decepticons," snapped Stormchaser. Night-stalker slowly shook his head.

"There is so much more to it than that"

"Really" said Stormchaser mockingly. "Well if you're so knowledgeable why don't you enlighten me?"

"Very well" replied Night-stalker, ignoring the venom with which Stormchaser had asked. "The plan, as you said, is to defeat the Decepticons. As I see it the part of the operation currently underway at present, and I'm sure either Obsidian or Strika will correct me if I'm wrong, is to wear down the Decepticons energy reserves. As you should be aware our ancestors used an inordinate amount of energy to function properly. Now, with the numbers of targets that they have to shoot at down there added with the fact that they have already been in combat at least once before, when they first landed, they are using up their energy reserves even faster than they would usually. There would also appear to have been no point since they landed that they refuelled so we can surmise that they only have a limited amount of energy left thusly all we have to do is get them to use up their energy attempting to destroy our forces whilst we are safe in the knowledge that with our superior numbers we won't run out of troops before they run out of power" Night-stalker finished and looked questioningly towards the two Generals. "Or have I just missed the point entirely?"

"You are correct with your supposition" answered Obsidian.

"That's obscene," exclaimed Stormchaser, disgusted with what he had just heard. "That wasn't any part of the plan that we discussed" He began edging towards the Cybertronian Generals again but stopped when he saw Dive-bomber begin to advance towards him.

"I'm afraid we can't have you interfering with the control of this operation," said Night-stalker, his chair rotating to face the Maximal Elder. "Now, as long as you continue to merely remain as an advisor and don't get directly involved with our colleagues, as was agreed, then you can remain otherwise I will have no choice but to order Dive-bomber to remove you from the Command Centre, is that understood?" Stormchaser glared at Night-stalker, his optics glowing brightly as he studied the Predacons features. After what seemed like megacycles he scoffed and turned towards Lightfire who moved towards his leader and began conversing in hushed tones. Night-stalker turned towards Dive-bomber and nodded slightly. Dive-bomber acknowledged and moved towards a nearby console and began speaking into it. Night-stalker returned his attention to the screen before him.

            Starstrike watched the events of the battle on the massive viewer before his throne. Everything was going perfectly. He watched as both the Maximals and the Predacons threw all of their military forces into the battle against the Decepticons. It was pitiful really, the Decepticons were slaughtering them. Still, they would need to refuel soon. No doubt that was Obsidian and Strika's plan. He smiled. It wouldn't take Shockwave long to realise what was happening and make alternative arrangements. It didn't matter who the victor was at the end of this little skirmish anyway, he thought, in the end they would all fall to him.

            Shockwave surveyed the battlefield. The Decepticons were winning and though the ease with which they were winning was to be expected against such a pitiful enemy there was something amiss. He checked through all available data. Suddenly he realized the enemy's plan. Turning to Soundwave he commanded,

"Order all forces to reduce power to weapons by thirty percent immediately"

"As you command Shockwave" came the reply as Soundwave transmitted Shockwaves command to the other Decepticons. Acknowledging signals were interrupted by,

"Tell Shockwave to blow it out of his exhaust, we're having a demolition derby" Shockwave immediately recognised the voice of Dragstrip and opened communication with the Stunticon.

"You're response is illogical" he began. "You will be able to continue to function properly and destroy as many Predacons and Maximals as at present however it will reduce your power usage until we receive reinforcements and are able to recharge" Silence followed for a short time before a crackly voice responded with,

"Understood" Shockwave deactivated his communicator and returned to the battle.

            The aid stood next to Starstrike's throne and frowned. His leader seemed to be enjoying what he saw on the screen, but to his optics all he could see was the Predacon force being completely wiped out. He had followed Starstrike since he had gained power within the Predacon Council. He had seen him completely change the way in which the Predacon military operated. He had seen the Council, through Starstrike's leadership become stronger than the puppet government that they had been created to be by the Predacon Intelligence Agency. And now he watched as the army that the Council had created was being completely eradicated before it had had a chance to be used to regain control of Cybertron from the Maximals. It made him feel sick. He couldn't decide which disturbed him more, seeing the slaughter on the viewer or the glint of enjoyment in his leaders optics.

"What?" came the voice next to him. He looked over at Starstrike and noticed that his leader was staring at him, his crimson optics glowing brightly.

"Nothing Lord Starstrike" he answered and prayed to Primus that his leader wouldn't push for an answer.

"Speak freely" began Starstrike. "If you have a problem I really want to know" Something in his leaders tone sent a shiver through him, or was it the sadistic smirk that Starstrike now wore.

"Lord Starstrike…" began the aid. How was he supposed to tell him how he felt? He noticed Starstrike's lips curl upwards even further. "Perhaps we should consider withdrawing our forces before we suffer losses with which will make our final plan unworkable?" the aid finally finished. Starstrike paused then let out a piercing cackle and the aid instinctively took a step backwards.

"Whose plan would become unworkable? My plan is working perfectly," Starstrike stated. "But just to be sure that all the pieces are in their correct places" he pressed a button on the control board in front of him. The aid eyed the control with suspicion. Starstrike looked back at the aid and saw the fear in his optics. "Don't concern yourself, enjoy the preview, the main performance is about to begin"

            Night-stalker watched the battle waging below. All his enemies were being crushed and soon the Predacon Intelligence Agency would come to the fore and reclaim Cybertron from the Maximals and restore the Predacons rightful place. The Decepticons were a page in their history, but it was now time for the Predacons to rise to dominance. He cut his own thoughts short as something else ran through his neural processor, not all his enemies were down there. Somewhere, most likely on this ship, his ship, someone had informed Obsidian of the disk that had information on the Decepticons forces. Of course it would have been prudent to allow limited access to some of the information but not all. Some had to be kept secret. Without secrets how would one be able to have the controlling position? He looked around the room quickly, he saw possible enemies everywhere. The Maximals: Stormchaser, Nightflight, Lightfire, even Cheetor could have betrayed him. No, it couldn't have been them. For starters they didn't even have prior information about the operation, let alone know that that information was now on board his vessel. Not only that but they were to stupid to realise what they could do with the information even if they did know about it, no it wasn't them not this time. Then who? The Predacon Generals perhaps? Not likely, they were to far up their own camshafts to notice anything going on around them. They were proper military units, all brawn and no brains. One of his crew, one of his handpicked crew, maybe? But who? Very few of them knew about everything that happened on board this ship, let alone what happened outside of their set jurisdiction. Well, all except Dive-bomber. But then would he really be so stupid as to make two massive mistakes in one day? Loyal to the Predacon cause he might be, but so stupid as to, even accidentally, let slip restricted information to a possible enemy? Not likely really, still, after his little stunt with the Predacon Council could he be completely trusted? Admittedly he did have Darkfire pulling his strings, even though he didn't realise it the fool, but even he wouldn't let slip to a non-Predacon, would he? If, this once, he allowed his friendship to cloud his mind then that left only one more possibility, the bug. Waspinator was on board his ship. He had complete access to the information because he was the one who retrieved it. It had to be him, didn't it? No, now is not the time to start second-guessing yourself. The bug is the most obvious traitor; he had even been heard complaining about his position when he thought no one was listening. Idiot, we're always listening, he thought. That was it, it had to be. It had to be, didn't it?

            Dive-bomber had finished informing security to send a few 'bots to the Command Centre as Night-stalker had instructed. They probably wouldn't be needed but then who was to say, these were strange times. It had been so simple before; there were Maximals and Predacons, nothing more. Then the internal Predacon revolution happened. The infant Intelligence Agency had overthrown the many Predacon Councils, including the Tripredacus Council, and had set up a puppet Council in which to rule behind. Simple. Now there were so many plots to overthrow the Maximals from the Agency, plus they were forced to keep the Council in line as well as maintain some form of credence within the Maximal Elders Council and now they had Decepticons to deal with. Dive-bomber was interrupted from his thoughts by a beeping sound coming from the console in front of him. Funny, he thought, it looked like they had an incoming transmission but it wasn't an Agency or any other known Cybertronian code. Decepticon maybe? Unlikely as they wouldn't be trying to contact anybody on this ship, they shouldn't even know its here. He did a check and found that it wasn't even being sent through the standard communications array but rather to an individual within the ship. He attempted to track it. It led to, oh slag. Night-stalker will want to know about this, he thought, and he turned to inform his commander.

            Night-stalker thought that he had finally come to a conclusion about who the traitor was. Yes, it had to be the bug. It had affected his plan momentarily and he had been thrown but he would deal with the small problem and then his plan would return to how he had set it out, simple. His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Dive-bomber next to him.

"What?" he asked.

"I think you may want to have a look at this" Dive-bomber replied. Something in his voice told Night-stalker that this wasn't going to be good news. He followed Dive-bomber over to the console.

"Well?" he pushed. Dive-bomber motioned towards what was on the screen. " A transmission? From where? To Who?"

"Source is unknown but it was directed towards this ship, or more precisely someone on board this ship" Night-stalkers eyes glowed briefly.

"Where's the bug?" Dive-bomber paused and looked a little sheepish. "Well?" pressed Night-stalker.

"We, don't know," admitted Dive-bomber.

"You don't know. How can you not know, there isn't very far he can get without any access codes. Did you think about checking the room where we left him?"

"Well he sort of…" trailed off Dive-bomber.

"Sort of what?" demanded Night-stalker.

"Sort of entered an air duct and we lost him" Dive-bomber finally admitted.

"An air duct" repeated Night-stalker, his purple optics boring into Dive-bomber. Dive-bomber just looked down so he didn't have to make optic contact with his superior. "And how did he get into the duct?" he asked, though he felt he probably already knew the answer.

"Well he's a bit smaller than the standard 'bot and so with a little work he just squeezed through a gap" Night-stalker just stared at Dive-bomber in disbelief.

"And you didn't put a guard on him?" he asked.

"We had a guard, two in fact" nodded Dive-bomber enthusiastically.

"And so where were they when he escaped?"

"Outside the door" he answered, his voice dropping again. Night-stalker just stared deadpan at Dive-bomber for a moment.

"And should I ask when he disappeared?"

"Just after we detected the transmission" Night-stalker just nodded slowly.

"And do we have any idea what the transmission said?" Dive-bombers lack of response gave Night-stalker his answer. Night-stalker moved towards Dive-bomber and placing an arm over his shoulders said, "I want you to do two things. One, decrypt this message; I don't care how you do it just do it. Two, find the bug. Try not to kill it as I can see a little interrogation coming on, okay" Dive-bomber nodded. "Good" finished Night-stalker and began to stalk back over to his chair. This was all I needed, he thought. A rogue bug and a stupid second in command, just when I thought my plans might start going right again. What else can go wrong?

"Sir" came a voice to his right. Night-stalker turned slowly, a murderous glint in his optic.

"Yes?" he asked, as calmly as he could.

"You may want to see this" Night-stalker stepped up next to the communications officer. "This is a picture coming through from one of our orbiting satellites" He looked into the monitor and saw a picture that could possibly be the downfall for the entire military operation below.

"Inform Obsidian and Strika that their plans will need modifying," he returned his gaze to the screen. "Decepticon reinforcements are on their way"

Ok, so this was shorter than originally intended because I have split what was to be one chapter into at least two, hopefully it'll make it easier to read (also because it just seemed like a good place to finish)

Does anybody know if you're allowed to put character profiles up as separate stories? because I thought as there were so many oc's in this fic that a separate area where I can put up profiles for each would be good, and so that it didn't interrupt directly into this fic. I ask because I was informed you weren't allowed but I'm sure I've read one or two.

Anyway please leave a review or e-mail me or both! Yeah why not both!