Author's note: New chapter! Yes! This one's has a slashy thingie around. Hehehe…
Now I remember why I have never finished my fanfics in English. It's REALLY boring to re-write down everything again!

So, please enjoy! Or I'll be sad.

Oh, and numbers are meant to be separation for each scene =)

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers (I wish I did) but I do own Seeker Nami and her petro-rabbit. =3

CHAPTER 2: GET TO KNOW BETTER
By: Seeker Nami

—She's too weird, lousy and careless.—

—Still, she's cute. Don't you think?—

—Uh? Well, yeah. She is... besides she brought some life to this den. If it were not for the battles with the Autobots I would say I've already developed a terrible claustrophobia. Without mentioning you're not always the best partner to chat with.—

—I'll ignore that last comment. Only thing I don't like is that bug she carries everywhere.—

—Starscream?—

—HA HA HA! Good one, Demolisher. In fact, I meant her petro-rabbit but anyways add his brother to the list too.—

Demolisher smiled a bit and continued his –somewhat tedious- job on the control room. Little had happened these past days, last time the alarm echoed in the base was when the young seeker arrived. And, besides different kinds of moon dust, nothing could be recorded there.

Cyclonus stood up from top of a computer he was sitting at and his partner noticed the loose bandages in his vehicle mode's rear rotor, watching them with curiosity and shook his head. The copter noted his friend's scrutiny and walked towards the tank bot until he was behind him, feigning he observed the radar's screen.

—Everything's so boring here. I propose we should go outside and train a bit. Let's stretch our legs, I don't want to get rusty!—

Demolisher looked up at him with surprise, did he really mean it? Wasn't Cyclonus sleepy as always? And moreover, since when did this helicopter invite him to do something? Ok, said blue copter had been his friend long before the war begun. They met in one of Cybertron's moons, both were working as bodyguards and the same priestess hired them for safety in Moon Base 2, which was said to be very dangerous. Since then both teamed up, working together. Although never before had Cyclonus bothered to tell him to go somewhere or do something. -he did invite him sometimes… to kill Autobots- but never before to do something entertaining. "Wasn't killing Autobots entertaining, anyways?" would have been Cyclonus' answer if the tank bot happened to ask.

—I suppose it won't do any harm. Ok, let's go. Let's have some fun.—And Demolisher, who rarely left his job to do something else, other than obeying Megatron's orders, followed his friend out of the base.

In their way down the corridors, a question roamed Tank Bot's CPU. Still, she's cute. Don't you think? The words repeated themselves in his head like an MP3 in a Winamp in Repeat Mode. It was unusual for Cyclonus to say a good thing from someone.

Fembots were almost an urban legend on Cybertron, maybe that might explain Cyclonus' comment concerning the young seeker. On the other hand… something in his expression wasn't okay. The glow in his green optics looked somewhat… different. It was an expression Demolisher had never seen before in his friend. The thought made him shudder and stopped walking. He shook his head to sweep the idea away. It wasn't possible Cyclonus was falling for Starscream's sister! Or was he? Without really knowing why this idea turned a bit too… uncomfortable, nasty at a certain point.

Yes. He had to admit, he was jealous.

Cyclonus stopped several meters ahead, noting his friend behind and turned to face him.

—Demolisher, is something wrong?—He asked, looking suspicious.

—No, it's nothing. Sorry.—And both resumed their way without saying something else to each other. Demolisher's question died in his vocalizer long before he even processed it.

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Megatron was in the throne room, the presence of his team's new member didn't bother him much even with the peace she came to shatter, the peace this warlord loved in spite of his nature. He paced back and forth in the room, thinking of his last battle with the Autobots. The Star Saber was a powerful, dreadful weapon in the wrong –or correct?- hands, but in Hot Shot's it didn't reach its full potential. His inner self laughed: Optimus must be a great idiot to allow that Autobot to carry the holy Star Saber. At least. Besides, somebody the Decepticon Leader did expect to arrive was in his way and will appear anytime soon and then Autobots were going to get what they deserved.

Megatron looked up at the stars and the blue planet in front of him, a sly smile rose to his lip components. Soon, the Star Saber will be his and he was going to make the Autobots pay every credit they owe him. Suddenly, the idea of having to withstand the unexpected seeker didn't looked bad. With some training she would be a good guinea pig…

Guinea pigs are smarter…

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—Starscream, this is madness!—Seeker Nami yell from above while ducking his brother's shots.—if you're upset for what happened yesterday in the desert, just tell me. Iak!—A laser hit one wing, causing her to lose the horizon hence getting into barren.

—Pay attention to what your enemy is doing!—Screamer said by any answer.—Otherwise you'll die soon.—

Seeker Nami fell to the ground, jet cockpit hitting first and getting buried in the white soil. With amazing speed –considering the piercing crash- she switched back to Robot Mode drawing her sword. Starscream already waited for her, saber in hand and charged forward. She managed to block and counter five of his attacks but Starscream noted a fatal flaw in her defense and connected a punch right in her face, knocking Seeker Nami out.

—Never, ever, down your guard. What have I told you? I didn't even hit you with all my strength. If I were an Autobot enemy you might be dead by now.—

Seeker Nami stood up slowly, shaking her head, rubbing her dented cheek. She clenched her fists to whack Starscream dead when she noted two upcoming figures and turned to them smiling, raising a hand joyfully saluting the other two Decepticon warriors.

Cyclonus saluted back with a nod and Demolisher just gave her a flash look; the unpleasant feeling he had minutes ago rose up to his spark again.

Nearby, Swindle who was making distractions for the pesky petro-rabbit beeped to his mini-con friends, ignoring the rabbit's actions completely. Lollipop took advantage of its newly regained freedom and decided to test its own abilities as a warrior. Hiding on a crater waited for the exact moment to strike, quietly, slowly, the chance came! It attacked BlackOut. The mini-con fell to the ground with a loud thud, desperately trying to free himself from Lollipop´s sharp teeth, to no avail. He beeped over and over in frustration, asking for help between a large list of foul epithets. Meanwhile Swindle rolled on the floor laughing out loud while CrumpleZone was busy saving "the best pictures" –as he told Swindle- in his data banks for future blackmailing.

The fuss drew the large Transformers' attention. Nami covered his face with both hands while the green tank ran to help his mini-con break free. Lollipop threw dangerous bites in all directions in an attempt to push away Demolisher and the mini-cons, growling loudly emphasizing its rage, all this whilst keeping BlackOut pinned down. Several painful bites and minutes ago, Demolisher managed to take Lollipop off from top of BlackOut taking it by its long ears, throwing it quite a few meters away. Lollipop smashed a moon rock, and remain quite, lying in the ground deeply harm

—Hey, you hurt my pet!—Seeker Nami whined.

—Are you kidding? It was going to eat my mini-con!—Demolisher shout while lifting his partner up. BlackOut was in a shock and trembled like a cell phone with vibrator battery.

Starscream looked alternatively from his sister to Demolisher and to the wounded petro-rabbit, understanding everything in a flash, taking a hand up his face he asked:

—Nami-chan…—His voice full of sarcasm.—When did you fed this creature for the last time?—The young jet stared at him and, adopting a reflective posture she began to count.

—Let's see… I fed him just before I came looking for you… that was, humm… two galactic cycles ago… I think… yeah, that is.—

The three Decepticon warriors looked up at her in shock, backing from her, that was almost six human months! The idea left them stunned it was incredible that the little animal haven't tried to look for food, therefore ripping its master's spark long time ago.—Do you have an screw loose?—The male Decepticons yelled at unison.

—Weeell… What did you want me to do? Space travel with little to no knowledge about worm-holes, warps or "Dispersion gates" is actually tiring and I needed as much Energon as possible, which was quite little since I calculated wrong and carried less Energon cube reserves with me than required… that's the reason for my crash-landing… At least I could keep it happy with snacks.—

—What kind of snacks?—Asked Demolisher, anxiously.

—Typical snacks; meteors, frozen hydrogen, metals… whatever got on my way that didn't make me waste time and energy.—She concluded with a huge smile.

The animal in question stood up after a while, it sniffled the outskirts and ran towards the ruined base at all speed.

—Oh, no! I think it smell the Energon cubes!—Seeker Nami transformed, pursuing and calling her petro-rabbit.

—You better get your sister back. I don't think Megatron will like this.—Demolisher declared calmly at the same time he put BlackOut on the floor, petting him in the head. Starscream nodded and transformed. Great, pursuing a Decepticon fembot that pursued a petro-rabbit was just as stupid as those cartoons human kids used to watch in the mornings.

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Lollipop ran into the base through one of the many holes in the walls, followed by Seeker Nami. The rabbit turned sharply on a corner to a narrow passage. Seeker Nami barely ducked, but hit the wall so she could get in the narrow way, leaving a trail of chaos behind her. Tilted as much as she could she flew trying not to break her wings either in the floor or in the ceiling where bare metal rubbed, causing sparks to shine. Again, Lollipop turned a corner and Nami, not having enough space to maneuver had to fully crash on the wall to open a way. Fortunately –Or unfortunately, who knows?- she got to a large room where all moon's panorama could be seen as background through the big hole that used to be a wall and in the center laid an stone throne with a dragon-like symbol on it. Seeker Nami got on her knees when she recalled this place and whom she had got with.

Dear Primus…

Megatron stood in front of her. The petro-rabbit that surely tried to attack the Decepticon Leader –Judging for the small dents in his left foot- was now trapped on his fist, Megatron opened a jail compartment in his right leg and tossed Lollipop on it. He then aimed his fusion cannon up Seeker Nami's face, raising her by the chin with the cannon's tip.

—I said I don't want to see you. What are you doing here?—

—I was l-looking for my p-pet, s-sir…--

—Fine. And what have I told you about your "pet"?—

—To t-take it away from y-you…—

—And you haven't done any of the two things. Besides of useless, you're flout and weak.—A loud noise of metal and shattered stones got his attention, lifting his head up to see the entrance.—Without mentioning careless.—

Seeker Nami was going to beg for her life when Starscream arrived. The black and pink seeker tried to exclaim in joy but was promptly shut off by the fusion cannon's near presence.—One word, and I'll make sure you swallow it all. Understood?—

—Megatron...—Starscream begun. Why do I ever bother? Why risking my own hide? He thought.—Please, sir. Have mercy of my sister. She has just arrived and must not have more than just one astral cycle in active service. Besides, there's something I forgot to tell you 'bout her. Seeker Nami well… does have knowledge in mechanics and medic engineering that could serve us all…—

—What kind of knowledge?—

Starscream rubbed his left arm uneasily.—Well, she could repair us in case we get hurt on a fight…--- That is more likely to happen these days…

—Hump! Big deal. If you don't remember, dear Starscream we need no medic nor nurse here! We have a fully functional CR Chamber and everyone here knows at least how to repair their wounds.—

—Yes, but not all of us are prompt to repair someone else's wounds.—

Nami only watched in silence, it was strange to see her brother doing something like this. He must have felt like the most stupid being in the universe since his words didn't make much sense, as a bad pretext made by a six-year-old kid. However, in the depths of her spark, she begged for that words to have a positive effect in their leader. Seeing Starscream was getting much more nervous and making his monologue too long and uncompressible, Seeker Nami decided to interrupt:

—Lord Megatron! Perhaps my abilities as a nurse won't be useful to you. But, I swear to Primus I'm a good tracker. I didn't earn the name Seeker Nami for nothing.—Then she glanced off to Megatron's leg where Lollipop was locked in.—Besides, Lollipop… I mean, my petro-rabbit can detect mini-con panels long before they activate for they have a similar smell to low-grade, silver Energon. Without mentioning it is very good at preparing ambushes for the unwary Autobots.—Concluded, scared and hoping not to have messed all up by talking way too much.

—Sir is just a matter of training…—Starscream cringed, he was likely to faint at any time by now.

Megatron pondered for a moment about the advantages and disadvantages of the situation, he turned his back to them:

—Get outta here now that I'm not looking. If you're still here when I turn, consider yourselves death.—

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Optimus Prime was in the Autobot base with Red Alert, in the control room. Both mechs studied the huge computer's screen; Star Saber's mini-cons showed up. Optimus knew several legends from his planet and some talked about the powerful sword and this have had him intrigued for long; mini-cons were meant to unlock abilities and give more power to their masters thanks to the mechanisms, systems and programs they shared, Then, what was so mystic and mysterious about this weapon that made it so desirable, not only on Cybertron but, as they have proven, in far places such like Earth as well? Deep in his spark the Autobot leader bowed to the belief this sword was a mystical, magical item, but his position as leader put him in a difficult situation hence he asked Red Alert, the Medic-Engineer he trusted to help him find a "logical" reason for this singular saber.

However, not everyone were really interested in knowing the reasons why for the beautiful sword, like Hot Shot had demonstrated: he seemed not to care a single cluster about the Star Saber other than different ways for slashing an unfortunate Decepticon with it. To Hot Shot, the Star Saber was a status symbol, it gave him power and, if he were still on Cybertron, he might gain a great fame. He could confront Megatron himself with it and get victory with no effort! Without mentioning the kids now worshipped him –even more than before (A thing that only served to fed his rather distended ego). This could result in nothing good that was not a pile boasts and "I'm better than you" attitudes.

Red Alert tried to get him into reason, just like Smokescreen did; told him to not overestimate the sword as well as his own capabilities. Only to get the yellow sports car to turn his back to them and walking away not after being "read to their minimum flaw" by Hot Shot.

Today in particular, our sports car choose to get some free time to train with the Star Saber in a high mountain. He had little practice with swords and he knew it, truth told. In the Military Academy he learned to use bazookas, laser cannons, grenades, guns and other laser-based weapons and hand to hand combat. He received less instruction in white weapons, like swords or martial arts. Hot Shot learned to use energo-daggers and knifes; he had sharp reflexes, dexterity and strength to put up a fight. But never mastered many of these arts because the war started when he was still a student and to be honest, elders were too busy with the carnage to grant part of their now decimated time to teach the youngsters. "You'll have to survive by your own means." Said an old former teacher months ago after the hostilities begun. Which was true, hundreds of young soldiers died. Many of his friends have died. Hot Shot was actually a survivor and he was proud of that although he kept training over and over. He knew just fine that he wasn't going to earn new skills or advances without a teacher, but this was better than nothing.

—Hello, Hot Shot!—Alexis greeted cheerfully

—Hey, man! So, how are you going?—

Hot Shot left his training session for a few moments.—Hello, guys. I think I'm getting better these days. I feel like I can kick Deceptibutts anytime I want. Which makes me wonder… What does Megatron have in mind this time? He hasn't done the slightest attempt to attack us lately.—

—Of course he won't! Decepticons are afraid of you, Hot Shot.—Rad concluded.

—Ha,ha. I s'ppose you're right. I'm too good for 'em.—

Alexis hear them speak; she admired Hot Shot but could not avoid rolling her eyes every time he got presumptuous. Boys will be boys… No matter the planet. She still smiled wholeheartedly to her friends.

Hot Shot was going to say something else when his comlink beeped. –What is it, Red Alert?—

Hot Shot, you must come to the base immediately. Optimus wants to talk to you.

Hot Shot sighed and ordered the air defense mini-con team to go back to their normal shapes. He apologized to the kids for leaving them and went back to the base followed by the mini-cons.

—Ah, I don't know guys. Do you think Hot Shot's actually ready to use the Star Saber?—

—I've got no idea, Carlos. But I have faith he will master its full potential.—

—We won't know until we see him in action.—

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Meow, meow. Chapter 2 is done! And now with Autobots! Just to make you sure I haven't forgot about them. (I'm still surprised I wrote more than a paragraph about Hot Shot o.o) of course, my way =) I don't like Hot Shot. Please no flames! I assure you I'm not gonna kill him, -even when I desperately want to- 'coz I know he has lots of fans.

As you can see, I'm starting to switch my style as I promised before. Next chapter will have action! And I hope I can introduce another character soon. Oh, I'll introduce a combiner too =3 an unexpected one, that is.

I'M GONNA RE-WRITE ARMADA THE WAY I'D HAVE WANTED IT TO BE! MWAJAJAJA! ß Ow Goddess… I act like Cyclonus…

CIAO!