Author's notes: I'm back again!!
I thought I wasn't going to update… my life's been reduced to this: Wake, go to school, go to work, go to gym, homework, sleep. And I have no free time now…o.o' well maybe… two hours… 1am to 3am o.O

Besides, it's kinda boring to re-write a whole chapter all over again but in a different language…

Hope you like it! =3

Chapter 1: Rules and Nonsense

The newest acquisition of the small Decepticon squad on the Moon had already established in the base with such a great confidence in herself. Of course, she hadn't even fought her first battle with Optimus Prime's Autobots and their pesky little mini-cons.

The new Seeker knew Megatron's ambitions of catching all mini-cons in the universe and subsequently conquer Cybertron and the near galaxies. But –And this was a huge but- Seeker Nami didn't see the real point of all this. Conquer a galaxy? A universe? For her that sounded ridiculous. However. Who she was to ever say that? She was only another soldier in the countless Decepticon lines. Who, just for mere luck was the sister of the most famous assassin in the whole Cybertron: Starscream.

OK, maybe that explained the reasons why for her apathy toward Megatron's plans.

After all I'm not really sane either… Megatron wants an army of mini-cons to conquer the galaxy, I want an army of beautiful and furry petro-rabbits to take possession of the planetary catacombs of Cybertron to build my own underground independent nation ruled by me and safeguarded by hundreds of fluffy stuffed animals. HAHAHA!

This was the kind of thoughts that often assaulted the flying warrior's mind when she was absolutely bored and idled. These things could make her start to laugh uncontrollably in the middle of an important assembly, smile wildly in the most inappropriate moments or even get distracted from her real objectives during a combat or mission. Pathetic, as Starscream always said about the foolish behavior from that girl destiny granted him as sister. In the other hand, he couldn't help but to feel some kind of a pride when he saw her fighting: sometimes, the same turn-a-rounds that drove her to a non-stop laugh could drove her to such a berserk status that she may as well compete with great ease against some of the stronger and sly warriors from the Autobot army. It was not that she was neither a super-warrior nor anything like that. It was not other than, by losing any notion of the reality, she as well will lose fear and her erratic movements and behavior made her an unpredictable target- She was a good kamikaze at some degree. Though, when these bugs didn't attack her hard-drives she was greatly intelligent. (Or so her Tech-Specs said…)

Seeker Nami roamed in the passageways of the moon base. The place was very dark, ruined and had numerous holes in the walls and ceilings all done, with no doubt, by the tenants that inhabited there. Nothing could be heard, looking all isolated and quiet like a tomb of some sort and the idea made her shiver. Gee. What kind of a place is this? I certainly expected a lot more… considering Megatron's calling the shots over here…

Suddenly, something drew her attention; an odd noise came up from a room located on the hallway's depth. Said room was destined to what in a time might have been the weapon storeroom of the Nemesis ship and now -it was supposed- to be empty and useless.

Nami put her pet in the floor and, in a reflex movement she freed her wing-saber and very carefully strode off to the room. Once in the doorsill and prey of an increasing impatience she charged against the first thing she saw. Her petro-rabbit a little bit more mindful, attacked the Transformer it found laying over an old computer:

—YIIAIK!! LET GO OF MY BUTT YOU PESKY FURRY MONSTER!!!—Growled Cyclonus in a high-pitched voice waking abruptly from his sleep and transforming into his vehicle mode in an attempt of getting rid of the rabbit. Seeker Nami cleared her mind and calmly looked up to the ceiling only to discover her pet hanging from the helicopter's rear rotor, which it had trapped in its jaws. The sight was ridiculous: Cyclonus rotated over and over on his axle like a carrousel would do, still trying to free his rear from the furred monster –again-, with no avail. The fembot let go off a loud guffaw then ordering her pet to go down:

—Cut it out, Lollipop! Can't you see Blender Butt's getting dizzy? Ha,ha,ha… Come here, sweetheart. Tee hee…—The petro-rabbit obeyed the order immediately and ran to its master. Cyclonus then stopped and transformed back, smashing a wall in the process, falling head first in the floor. Nami kept laughing and turned her attention to the other Transformer.
—Hehe… You ok? Primus! You look so silly there!.—She said to her partner, petting her mascot and forgetting about the poor guy.

Cyclonus got on his feet and, wiping the dust from his armor he tried to save the shreds of his dignity while watching the Seeker playing with her pet. Were he a human, he would have lift a brow to what he was seeing. Playing with a petro-rabbit was madness, even for him. Petro-rabbits were techno-organic monsters capable of eating metal or even raw Energon. And in large groups they could destroy small villages. He found it bizarre to see the child playing so careless with that monster when his rear was itching in pain for the second bite he had received in less than a week. Not going to let himself get humiliated (more) he gave the first step and talked to her:

—Doesn't have that pest tried to eat you before?—

—Huh? No! He has never done. He's just my cute li'l pet, he would never do something like that to me.—She replied without even looking at him.

Is she ignoring me? What a bother! How I hate when fembots do that…Cyclonus dimmed his optics and walked closer to her, tapping her shoulder to draw her attention.—Could you stop playing with that creature for a moment? It's creepy...—

The sudden contact Cyclonus had made took her by surprise and she winced, since she was bent down she lost balance and fell on her back. —Ouch! Hey, you made me fall!—Screamed the seeker looking at him from the floor.

—It's not my fault that you're so stupid. I haven't made you fall.—Said Cyclonus while helping her to got on her feet. –If you're actually a Decepticon soldier then things are going down to the pit in our home world. Hahaha…—

—You're so mean; you just took me by surprise. Nothing else.—Complained the other Decepticon, looking at him straight in the eyes. Cyclonus dodged her after a few seconds and the girl started to laugh like crazy.

—What's so fun?—Asked the blue helicopter, clearly offended.

—HAHAHA… Nothing, really… it's just that… I had an odd idea… tee hee. I'm sorry, I didn't really mean to insult you, sweetheart.—She said, covering her face with her hands and turning her back to him. Cyclonus tilted his head to a side, placing a hand over his helmet. Crazy woman. First she insulted him and then called him "sweetheart". Cyclonus shook his head and took the seeker by a wing to make her turn and face him. She wasn't laughing like before, but something still amused her, for she had a huge smile in the faceplates.

—Y'know somethin', Blender Butt? I really like you. A lot.—She took one step, closing the distance between them so she was now mere inches away from his face.

—I don't think that's the funny part.—he replied, still annoyed.

—Forgive me; it's just that I thought we would be very good at fighting if we could make a power-link. Then it made me laugh 'coz I thought we would look so stupid if we were joined since we aren't designed for that.—

—I don't want to know where did you get that idea from, girl…—Cyclonus took one step back, without even knowing why was he so nervous.

—Believe me, I don't know either. Though I would like to know what to make a power-link feels like.—A beep in her helmet interrupted her. –What the…? Oh, Suta-chan… yes, yes. Immediately.—The small seeker closes her comlink, smiling and giving a last look to the blue copter then turning on her heels running out of the room.

Cyclonus remains still, watching in the direction the little girl have taken. Hell, this girl could make anyone go nuts, even someone like him. The Decepticon soldier decided that staying in the base for the rest of the day would result into something unhealthy so he stretched his body and stepped out to the corridors ready to take a walk in the Moon's white surface.

Seeker Nami arrived a few minutes later to the area Decepticons took as their Training Camp, where Starscream had been waiting for her. The elder seeker watched her and saluted his sister in silence returning his attention to the sword he had between his hands and stuck it on the ground. Seeker Nami noticed a dent in Starscream's cockpit, intuition told her it was evidence of a –very- recent fight with Megatron. It was to be expected; his brother used to go to the Training Camps when upset.
—Megatron told me to tell you the basic rules of this place and I'm afraid I have no other choice, of course, told my way.—The fembot smiled warmly. Nodding.—Well. For a start; Discretion is primordial, we don't want those repulsive humans and their primitive weapons pursuing us all 'round the planet. Number two, avoid unnecessary conflicts with the Autobots, you haven't enough experience to confront them by yourself yet. Number three; do not get any closer to Megatron if you want to remain in one piece. Four; keep your animal away from our decimated Energon supplies and last; you should take the form of a vehicle or ship from this planet to keep the secret. Besides…—The red seeker turned his attention to her. Seeker Nami watched at all directions, now taking a moon rock, now throwing it for Lollipop to catch but she didn't seem to listen to her brother. —NAMI! Are you understanding something?—Asked Starscream, hitting a huge rock with a fist to drag her attention.

Nami grimaced and stood still. –Fine, yes… I mean… I understand, almost… by the way… you told me to take the shape of a native vehicle. However… THERE'S NOTHING HERE!!—She yelled.

Starscream literally rolled his optics and sighed in resignation at the perspective of having to hang along with such a mindless creature. And I thought Cyclonus was stupid… He had so little patience but he tried to be flexible. She was his sister: born from the same spark.—We have to search an alter form for you, I propose to---

—Haven't you listen, Starscream? There's nothing here!—

Starscream's nerves stretched to a breaking point. –Of course there's nothing here! This is only this planet's natural satellite!—The elder seeker growled in hysterics. –Do you see that blue sphere over there? That is planet Earth!—He finished, pointing to Earth's direction.

—Oh… I'm so sorry… I thought this to be planet Earth… he, he…—

If there happened to be a wall nearby, Starscream would have smashed his head against it over and over for sure. However, not finding anything close to smash at and, even when the idea of beating Seeker Nami to a bloody pulp was tempting he slowly counted to ten to calm himself down.—sigh Let's go to Earth. I know exactly where to get a good alt mode.—

—An aircraft like you?—

—Well… yeah. But a slighter model. Now, come with me to the Warp Gate.—

—Yippie!! Uh, Starscream… What's a Warp Gate?

O.o I wonder, how did she got here in the first place…?

Down on Earth, somewhere in Arabia the day is curiously quiet. Soldiers took an unusual rest, leaving their aerial base literally neglected. In this base there's a considerable fleet of F-15 Eagle.

Two forms appear out of nowhere in the middle of the desert, not so far away from the base. Both figures take position covering themselves among the desert runes hoping their anti-radar armors to work well.

—And you said this wasn't the planet? It's exactly the same, baka!—

—Will you shut the slag up, Nami? Is your scanner ready?—Starscream inquires, still trying to not to kill his sister. The girl nods, taking a small sphere, similar to a Web-cam from her sub-space pocket.—OK, now throw it up to the sky, search for a plane, a jet. There are a lot of jets called F-15 in this base… Avoid helicopters at any cost!!—The seeker concludes in a sudden attack of paranoia.

The small scanner spins in the air and compares vehicles of the base with Seeker Nami's body looking for a compatible one. After a short period of time a light orb surrounds the small warrior changing her shape drastically. She's now identical to Starscream, except from some details: Her chest cockpit lacks off the delta wings, and an extra pair of ailerons stands out from the sides of her legs; Null-Ray Cannons are located in her arms instead of her back, besides turbine engines are positioned under her feet, giving her boots a look of high heels.

Lollipop stares at its master. Jumping to a side in shock.
—Look, Lolly-chan! Don't do I look cute?—Seeker Nami examines her body, finding her reformatted wing-saber, drawing it out, she then stares at the shining blade with a huge smile in her face, soon playing a bit with it. She drags her attention to the Null-Ray Cannons in her arms. With a cry of joy she jumps to the air aiming and shooting up to the sky. Transforming onto her new vehicle form.—Get up, Lollipop. Let's take a "walk"!—

—Get over here right now, you slaging drone!—Orders Starscream, transforming and pursuing her.

Seeker Nami discovers the hangars, planning to attack them. The seeker charged straight, with a war-cry that made Starscream's systems to freeze for a few seconds as the black seeker shoot at the base wildly. The other winged warrior deiced to interfere. I've lost my mind! I'm gonna save a human base! Starscream power-linked to Swindle, activating his own Null-Ray Cannons At least she cannot do much damage without a mini-con. Primus save us all if she ever gets one…—Null-ray Beam Shot!!—Both laser shots goes directly to the other jet. Seeker Nami stares in horror at the rays her brother fired seconds before they strike her, but in spite of the pain and clear disorientation, Seeker Nami has not suffered any physical harm. After that, she deactivates and fell to the ground when her turbine engines stopped working.

Starscream speeds up and, changing into his robot mode he catches his sister in midair before she hits the ground. Watching her brother, paralyzed as she is, the small warrior struggles to move and slap Screamer on the face.

—Let's go back to the base, sis. Remember what I've told you before.—

Both teleport back the moon base.

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Nyo! I've finished translating… have to fix some grammar errors too.
I checked Chap. 0 and corrected some mistakes
I'll try to update next Friday-Saturday.

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