In her search on past Transformer battles, Research Specialist Tracer visits actual battle sites hoping for insights that history texts leave out. It was herself and Wasp who found them. Like anthropologists handling an age old artifact, they delivered them carefully and quickly to Autobot HQ on Cybertron. Two Autobots push the huge, wheeled platform out of a shuttle, a unknown object upon it is covered by a sheet. The dark orange, black and orche form of Tracer stays beside the platform like a worried mother.

"Be careful. I don't want anything happening to them." she instructs the two Autobots pushing the platform.

The red and pink form Wasp walks up beside her, "You worry too much Tracer. They have survived this long, I'm sure a little jostling can't hurt."

Tracer looks doubtful, "They seem so fragile...."

Wasps' optics smiles at her companion, "Nothing wrong with being cautious, just don't get carried away with it."

The four make their way through the hallways to the Med Bay where Ratchet and First Aid await them.

"I hear we have patients?" the all white form of Ratchet queries.

Tracer nods, "That you do. Be warned, its not pretty."

The white and red form of First Aid shrugs, "Nothing could shock us." he takes off the sheet.

Before their optics lay two Transformers. Their bodies are pressed together mercilessly, one facing the other. The scars of war and decay mark both, but are more pronounced on the top form.

"Then there are cases like this." Ratchet remarks, "How did you find them?"

Tracer explains how they standing near a cliff when a wind whipped up and uncovered a bit of metal that glinted in the sun. Once locating the cause of the glint, they dug around a huge rock and found a robotic hand sticking out from under it. They spent a day digging around the rock and used the shuttle to lift the rock off of the duo.

Ratchet exclaims, "That's got them." as the two are slowly separated. He and First Aid move the top form to another table.

"I did some readings on them, it may be possible that they could be reactivated." Wasp states.

"That depends on how long they were inactive." First Aid replies.

"My analysis showed they've been inactive about 72,300 vorns." Tracer comments.

"Being inactive that long might have done extensive damage..." First Aid begins, but was cut off by Ratchet.

"You forget that many of us had a 46,000 vorn sleep on Earth." Ratchet comments.

First Aid nods. "Let's get to work then." Ratchet heads over to the badly decayed robot and First Aid comments. "Glad your taking that one. What do you suggest we do first?"

Ratchet smiles a bit, "Remove the decay first, then the injuries."

Some hours later.

"Well I'll be. This one has an Autobot symbol." Ratchet comments.

First Aid remarks, "So does this one."

Tracer smiles, "Now you really have a good reason to repair and reactivate them."

The red, blue and white form of Optimus Prime enters the Med Bay and glances over the situation, "I heard about your discovery Tracer and came to see what you had." he looks to Ratchet, "What is their condition?"

"I was about to instigate that Prime." Ratchet reports as he carefully removed the helmet of his patient. "I will attempt to reactivate the monitor so we can see and hear the last moments in memory."

Soon the monitor flickers to life and a scene forms. Three robots stand in an enclosure. One is obviously a officer.

Captain: I have no choice G-6. The Decepticons must not have this planet!

G-6: But sir, why such drastic measures?

Captain: Drastic?! Its the only way. You and F-10 must get m message to the

Commander at all costs! If you don't, the impending wrath of the bomb I'm setting off will disintegrate you immediately. You have five minutes to reach the ten mile limit. NOW GO!

The thought of the patient, a husky female voice, mulls this over. oO(Being disintegrated by a bomb is not my idea of a respectable death.)o The scene shifts from the enclosure to a battle field not far away, o(Blasted Cons! Hate to fire and run....)o the scene shifts continuously like the patient

is running through the battle field, trying to get away from it, o(Wait... who's that I see?)o the scene shifts down to the second patients' face, "D-7, what happened?"

D-7 replies, 'A Con shot me and left me for dead, isn't it obvious?'

'Don't be sarcastic with me young lady. And don't worry too much about slowly dying from you wound, because in ten seconds we'll be nothing but dust.'

'WHAT?!" D-7 screams, her optics filled with horror.

Suddenly the scene shifts again, there is a bright flash and a massive thunderclap, followed closely by a after shock tremor. The scene shifts to the cliff above just as a huge rock falls off of it from the tremor. And again it shifts as the patient throws herself on the other one. Then there is nothing.

"That's it. The impact must have shut them both down." Ratchet comments.

"I believe they existed long before my time." Optimus remarks.

Tracer nods, "They did. The D-series was created shortly before we expelled the Quintessons. The L-series, well I have yet to discover historical references on."

"Preoccupy yourself with that then Tracer." Optimus suggests.

Tracer grins, "I'm never one to turn down a mystery." she turns to Wasp, "Inform me of any progress?"

Wasp nods, "I will." Tracer bustles out of Med Bay.

Optimus turns to the medics, "I'll leave you to your duties." and departed as well.

A few more hours later.

"I came as soon as I could, what's up?" Tracer asks of Wasp.

"First Aid has finishes his repairs and is going to try to reactivate her." Wasp replies. A beam of light bathes the red and pink form in its eerie light. It shuts off and the robot speaks.

"Where.... where am I? What happened?" she sits up and looks at the two females, "Who are you?" Tracer smiles, "I will answer your queries. First, your on Cybertron. Second, you were discovered on Epsilon-3 under a slab of rock. And as to who we are, I am Tracer, this is Wasp, your doctor is First Aid and the fellow working on your friend is Ratchet.

"My friend?" she asks and looks towards the other form, she gapes, "L-1! you got to do something for her, she saved my life!"

First Aid suggests, "Why don't you ladies take D-7 here to t he oil pools. The oil will help lubricate her joints."

Wasp nods, "You got it." she and Tracer help D-7 to the oil pools.

A bit later.

D-7 sighs as the oil seeped in through openings in her body. "Nice and warm."

"You want to be alone?" Wasp asks.

"No, please stay and chat with me until L-1 joins us." D-7 states.

"You stay Tracer, I'll go see how Ratchet is doing with L-1." with that Wasp departs.

About an hour later.

Tracer waves to Barracuda, "What you doing here Cuda?"

"I came to tell you that Ratchet has finished his work and is trying to reactivate his patient." Barracuda replies.

"That's good news. If you'll excuse me D-7." Tracer smiles and joins Barracuda, leaving the area.

A bit later after that.

D-7 smiles and said, "Glad to see you functional, L-1."

L-1 snorts, "Huh. Wish they didn't bother."

D-7 addresses the two ladies, "Will you leave us alone. We need to talk." the two nod and depart, D-7 glared at her elder, "That's no way to talk, you should be thanking our brethren."

L-1 sighs, "You don't understand, lass. I'm old, it don't figure how anyone could get this war weary war torn body going again.

D-7 smiles a bit, "Give credit where its due. Ratchet performed a miracle by reactivation you.

L-1 shrugs, "I guess your right, but only this time mind you."

From one of the doors leading into the oil pools, two voices could be heard.

Hot Rod: Will you hurry up.

Kup: Don't rush me, lad.

D-7 giggles a bit, "I've been listening in on those two. I thing the younger voices is more type and the older voice your type." she winks at L-1.

L-1 glares, "Listen lass, my time has passed for that.

"Don't give me that age stuff again." D-7 groans.

"Sorry lass, but I'm going to anyway. You're young, love will have trouble finding you. It's too late for me." the elder replies.

"Oh come off it." D-7 mutters.

"I'm serious, lass. All I have known is war and death, and that can dim your memory when it comes to love." L-1 retorts.

The red and white form of Hot Rod appears in a doorway, calling over his shoulder, "I'll be waiting for you in the pool."

Kups' voice replies, "Go ahead lad, I'll be there in a minute."

Hot Rod turns around and spots the duo, he grins. "Well what do we have here..." he murmurs and steps up to the pool, "I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you ladies. I am Hot Rod, you are?"

D-7 smiles, "I'm D-7, this is L-1."

Hot Rod asks, "Would you care for a walk D-7?"

D-7 looks to L-1 a moment, "I will be glad to join you."

Hot Rod assists her out of the pool. "First you should clean up."

A minute later, the blue and gray form of Kup appears from another doorway. Looking around, his face takes on a harsh look.

"Now where did that lad go?" he grumbles.

L-1 calls over to him, "He just went on a walk with my female friend."

Kup sighs, "Great." and shrugs a bit, he came up to the pool, "Not met you before, name's Kup."

"L-1." she replies. She looks thoughtful a moment, "I should change my name, being called L-1 is degrading and not with the times I'm sure."

Kup smiles, "I know just the place, I'd be galled to escort you there."

L-1 gives him a once over, "I appreciate your suggestion and would take you up on it, but my legs have been inactive too long, I don't think I could walk if I tried."

Kup shrugs, "That's easily remedied. I can carry you."

L-1 blinks, "You serious?"

Kup comes up behind her and lifts her out of the pool, "I can't resist a lady in distress. Mercy your a big lady." he grunts as he got his arms under her legs and body.

L-1 smiles a bit, "I should have warned you."

Kup grunts again as he lifts her up. "Heh,. no problem. First got to clean off, can't be tracking oil around the base."

At Con HQ.

The purple and silver form of Galvatron sits on his throne, lowering his gaze toward Soundwave, "Anything to report?"

The blue and white form of Soundwave replies in his usual monotone. "Not worthy of your notice."

Galvatron growls, "Don't those Autobots do anything remotely related to our war?"

Soundwave cocks his head, "If they are they have a uncanny ability of concealing it from us."

"Optimus knows I'm watching him, that's got to be it." Galvatron states.

The silver and black form of Trechercon Commander Electra stood beside Galvatrons' throne, "You really should take you mind of off him."

Galvatron grunts. "Sometimes it seems like he waits for me to start my newest scheme before he acts against me. Curse him! Curse them all!"

Electra turns her gaze to those in the room, "Everyone leave the room." Without question, the warriors leave.

"I've been wondering it there's really a point of it all. I grow weary. A concise victory, that is all I ask." Galvatron murmurs.

Electra places a hand on his shoulder, "We must wait and see where destiny will lead us."

"I grow bored with waiting, so do our troops. I see it in their optics. I fear we might be losing our combat prowess from all this inactivity. What has come over us?" Galvatron sighs.

Electra replies, "That could be blamed on our alliance."

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I have been watching our warriors, there's a definite change in them." she replies.

"I don't understand." he sighs.

"You will, once you understand the difference between a Decepticon and a Trechercon."

"And that is?" he queries.

"You are not ready yet." Electra retorts.

"Damn it Electra, what's so all fired mysterious?" he yells.

"Don't I sound strange to you? " she remarks.

"Yes now that you mention it..." he begins.

"Ever wonder why?" Electra continues.

"Yes." he nods.

"Its strange because its synthesized." she replies.

"What are you trying to tell me?" Galvatron snarls.

"Trechercons wear voice disguising, full face masks." she reports.

"What in Cybertrons name for?" he sighs.

"Its a tradition. But that isn't the point. What is the point is what lies behind the mask." Electra states.

"I still don't know what your eluding to." he mutters.

"The Servabots are females, every last one. Did you really think an all female group could draw even with a all male one?" she remarks.

"Do you mean that you are female?" he asks aghast.

"Exactly." she nods.

At Bot HQ, Prime is contemplative.

Optimus is watching several screens on Teletran-2. oO(What are you up to Galvatron.. why the long stretch of tranquility.)Oo he muses.

Ultra Magnus come in, noticing his friend's expression. "Galvatrons got you worried again right?"

Optimus nods, "Your preoccupation with him isn't doing you any good. You should relax."

"Your right Magnus, what do you suggest?" Optimus asks as he got out of a chair.

"I hear the oil pools can work wonders. You should try them out." Magnus replies with a smile.

"Could you take over my duties?" Prime inquires.

"I sure can." Magnus nods.

"Good. I will return in about an hour." Prime states and heads out.

At the oil pools, Optimus walks in and spots Tetra Reris in the first pool. "I'm surprised to see you here."

Tetra smiles, "Anima thought I should get Electra off my mind. I think Anima and Magnus set us up."

"I wonder why." he muses.

"All of our warriors have been hinting that they want us together." Tetra replies.

"What makes you say that?" Prime asks.

"They always leave when we both happen to be in the same room, and then they do things like this.

Most of them have coupled up, and are probably the culprits in this little conspiracy. It wouldn't be wise to disappoint them would it?" Tetra replies.

"No it wouldn't, and I do admire them trying. But its futile to do so, since I love another." Prime states.

"Oh." Tetra sighs and got out of the pool.

"Tetra? What's wrong?" he asks.

"Nothing." she mutters and went into a room off the pool area.

Some time later.

The red, blue and light blue form of Shark paces back and forth, muttering to himself. The white and red form of Starscream sidles up to him. "Feel like talking?"

"About what?" Shark snaps.

"You know, the subject I always ask you about." he grins.

"You know my answer." Shark snarls.

"Come on, Shark." Starscream takes hold of his shoulder. "Your dying to tell me, just let it out."

Shark lets out exasperated sigh, "All right! Sheesh your a pain in the ass." he looks around to see if the area is clear, "Well, when Cuda disappeared that one week, she appeared in my room at a late hour and woke me up. She talked to me about how she had been thinking and came to a conclusion about me. In short, she said she cared about me. I told her I loved her and pulled her in for a kiss."

he pauses and sighs, "I was THIS close." showing slightly parted fingers, "When she pushed me away, and told me to forget about what I said. I tried to respond but she just pushed back again, harder. Muttering about how males were all the same as she stomped out."

"Don't lose heart Shark, you were going to fast for her and she naturally became defensive. You must be her friend first." Starscream states.

"What do you suggest I do to call a truce between us?" Shark inquires.

"The oil pools is your best bet. I'll get Slipstream to coax her there, I'll come get you when that happens." he replies.

"Will we be alone?" Shark asks.

"Slipstream and I can take care of that." Starscream winks.

"But what do I say to her?" Shark queries.

"Admit to rushing her, ask for forgiveness, and express your hope that you can be friends. Listen to her reply." he replies.

"Thanks Starscream I appreciate the help." Shark grins.

"Your welcome. Get some rest and think about what your going to say." Starscream says and departs.

"I can't help but think about her.." Shark whispers.

Back at the pool, a bit later.

Shark peeks around a doorway, looking toward Barracuda, Starscream nudges him. Shark silently moves out and soundlessly slips into the second pool. He clears his threat and Barracuda blinks her optics open.

"What are YOU doing here?" she sighs.

"I want to talk to you about that night in my room." Shark replies softly.

"There's nothing to talk about, it was a mistake and that's that." she snaps.

"Listen to what I must say, and then I promise to leave you be." Shark replies.

"Make it quick." she sighs.

"I made a horrible, foolish mistake by rushing you. By letting my emotions override my thoughts and trying to kiss you. It was a stupid move, I'll admit it. I just want to be friends, that's all." he says softly, a few tears ran down his cheeks.

Barracuda wades over to the rim of her pool, and looks at Shark. "You really mean it don't you."

"With every fiber of my being." he whispers.

Barracuda pauses before continuing, "Of all the males, I trust you the most. I'm not sure why, but I do. I trust you're sincere enough to accept what I have to say. I forgive you."

"Thank you." Shark sighs.

"I need a friend, so I accept your offer." she continues.

"I promise to keep it that way as along as you wish." he manages a small smile.

"I'm not done yet. What I said that night still stands, in fact, I believe that the time apart has changed it somewhat." Barracuda states.

"What do you mean?" Shark blinks.

"I love you Shark." she says quietly, embracing him.

"I love you Barracuda." he whispers, embracing her back.

Elsewhere.

"Isn't that your friend I see with Kup?" Hot Rod inquires and pointing them out to her.

"That's her." D-7 waves them down.

"Let's go see what's up." Hot Rod suggests. They approach the duo.

"What you two up to?" Kup inquires.

"Just walking and getting to know each other." Hot Rod grins.

D-7 turns to L-1, "I got a new name, I'll be known as Dawn now."

L-1 smiles. "It fits you. I'm Laurel now."

Dawn grins, "Let's talk alone for awhile." the two ladies walk off.

Kup appraises the youth, "How's things with you two?"

"I think she likes me and I like her too, in a way. What about you and Laurel?"

Kup grins, "You sly dog! And I though you were too old."

"Never too old, love conquers all you know." Kup smiles.

"Even evil?" Hot Rod asks.

"Yeah, even the Con could feel it." Kup replies.

And back at Con HQ.

Galvatron rises from his throne, "The day has come! We have lulled our enemies into a false sense of security and they do not expect what lies in store! Prepare yourselves, we attack Cybertron at daybreak!"

Electra stands beside him, thinking, oO('Wish you peace, my enemies... prepare for WAR!)Oo