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This is chapter 3, with lotsa Autobots running 'round, oh and some action too =3

Enjoy!

PS: I'm dying… Can anyone be kind and review b'fore I pass out? =3

CHAPTER 3: HOLY SWORD? MY TAILPIPES!!

—DECEPTICONS, ATTACK!!!—

—You don't know what you got stuck into, Decepticreeps!—Hot Shot cried out from the height of a hill. The Air Defense mini-con team came to his call combining to form the Star Saber.

So that is the sacred sword… Thought Seeker Nami directing a glance to the cocky Autobot warrior.

The Decepticons started their assault immediately; Cyclonus had been sent to look for the recently activated mini-con –A mission he did welcome gladly at the perspective of taking his armor away from the fiery sword's sharp.- while the rest of the Decepticons had concerted their attention and energy into fighting the Autobots.

Starscream was using his Null-Ray Beam to beat the Autobots from above, one of his blasts hit Smokescreen whom hadn't been fast enough to dodge the attack; another laser pass close a busy Optimus fighting Megatron. He power-linked to Leader-1, shifting to his Total Attack Mode, launching a rain of fire blasts upon the red truck.

Red Alert hurried to help Smokescreen get on his feet and made a fast scan up the sky.
—Where did Cyclonus go?—He asked himself, connecting his scans to Laserbeak that was doing his usual reckon patrol.

The small robot already had Cyclonus in sight and prepared to follow him to keep Autobots updated about the situation.

Seeker Nami have been helping Starscream to fight Hot Shot. This first battle gave her courage and spur her most primal hunt instincts. The red jet dare to guess she was losing control of her mind just by looking at her facial expressions; she was getting closer to her Berserk Mode, that pleased him a lot. Seeker Nami look up the sky and took off, staring at all directions she immediately located Laserbeak at the distance and quickly, she transformed and dove in the same direction.

Laserbeak darted away from the black seeker's blasts. She was attacking riotously with a vicious laughter. Freud would have discovered her bizarre mental digressions and however end up in an asylum for sure.

—It looks like I've seen a cute birdie.—A shot.—That's right, that's right! I've seen a cute birdie, hahaha!—Her attacks grew more accurate –what a bully girl- the path of destruction she left behind was disastrous; torn off trees burning like in hell. Laserbeak sent an SOS signal to his comrades not getting any answer.

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—Man, who's that lunatic?—Carlos asked while watching the black jet on the screen.

—Must be another seeker. Very similar to Starscream… looks like a girl.—Alexis said with what seemed to be disdain in her voice.

—To be a girl she acts worse than her fellow Decepticons.—

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One of Nami's lasers finally hit Laserbeak right in the center of his body as he slump down in a cloud of smoke and fire. Seeker Nami laughed and set off to the battlefield.

Megatron fought Hot Shot this time; Starscream lose his sword so now he was hand-to-hand fighting the rest of the Autobots, along Demolisher.

—It was time for you to get back, child.—Demolisher snarled at the same time he opened fire over Optimus Prime.—Now, if you don't mind… shall you give us a hand over here instead of just playing?—

—No worry, D-chan! I'm on it!—She retorted.

The young seeker opened fire, barely looking who she was shooting at. A blast scruff one of Megatron's horns, he directed his attention to the female warrior ready to scold her but was left literally mouth-open at the sight of her erratic attacks, most of them seemed not to make any sense at all but deadly in essence. Megatron smiled in spite of himself and resumed his battle with Hot Shot.

—You are no rival to me Autobot! Without that sword you are nothing; so you better admit your foreseeable defeat and handle it to me by good terms.—

—In your dreams, deer head! I'll show you my best!—So the yellow sports-car bounce against Megatron, barely cutting his fusion cannon in two. The Decepticon warlord, with astonishing speed took a hold of Hot Shot, grabbing him by one arm, which he twisted behind his back to almost tear it from it's joints; pistons sizzled, cables short-circuited producing bright sparks as fuel pumps started to leak blue Energon out of the open wound.

—You are history, Autobot.—Megatron hissed in Hot Shot's audio receptor.

Optimus left to a side his "battle" with Demolisher –If you could call that a battle…- and dashed to help his quarry. With a flying kick stuck Megatron right in the face with such a force he was threw away. Hot Shot broke free, his arm hanging loose and useless.

—You better stand with someone your size, Megatron.—Optimus said, slapping his hands together firing an energy sphere to his Nemesis.

Starscream kept fighting Smokescreen –big deal…- utterly smashing him to shreds while Nami not having any particular target leapt and fired in all directions using Demolisher as a jumping table in some kind of a "jump the bench" game. Suddenly, Nami let herself fall with her whole weight over Demolisher's body, remaining oddly quiet and silent, looking around like she was a lost child.

—Get off of me, will ya?!—He mumbled, his face buried in the ground and the seeker's body hurting his back. –Get off you… you… bucket face.—

—Oh. Sorry... Demolisher.—Seeker Nami stood up, she had a vague expression in her face plates, her gaze fixed in nothingness; with no warning she dashed and freed her wing-sword, roaring a fierce war-cry –Xena?- and slashed straight to Hot Shot.

The sports car had been taken by surprise so that Seeker Nami managed to slice his already wounded arm in two. The now useless limb hit the ground forming a puddle of Energon beneath it. Hot Shot began to block and counter her poundings as best as he could, given his condition but Seeker Nami seemed to have gained enormous speed and skill with the sword all of a sudden. –Yeah, sure… as if that would even happen…-

—So this is the sacred sword? Hahaha! What a silly charade. With someone like you carrying it, it's nothing but a cute fireworks display!—

—Shut up, slagging Decepticon!—Hot Shot howled, underlining his threat with a slash from the saber that struck right onto her left wing scratching metal and partially ripping the appendage apart, some leaking Energon fell down her side as electricity sparkled in the deep wound. Seeker Nami's optics dimmed it's bright as a response to the itching pain in the wing though her facial expression was held blank.

—Getting mad, are we? Oh. But where's your manners? Don't you know fighting a girl, let alone harm her, is improper? Ah yeah sure… that doesn't matter, I'm a Decepticon and you are Star Saber's bearer, so everything's permissible to you! Hahaha!—She teased with an overacted childish laugh.—Holy sword… hump… Hole sword my tailpipes!—

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Cyclonus got to the craggy dell, in between the limestone formations he located the well-known shine of a mini-con panel; the stones leave not enough place for him to land or even step. He recalled having CrumpleZone with him and told him to go down. The small robot obeyed but didn't have any success.

—Cyc, there's no way I can go through here unless I was a lighter!—CrumpleZone shout.—Why don't you just shoot at this pile of rocks? You, diskette head.—

—I was gonna do it. But if I do, I'll cause a tumble and everythin' would have been worth a cluster.—

—Great. Since when do you use your brain this much, huh?—

—Since Seeker Nami told me.—He replied in a low voice, kinda shyly.—I believe she's right, not that's your business.—A short pause.—I GOT AN IDEA, HAHAHA!!—

—WOW! I should sign to Seeker Nami's therapy program… Now you are thinking.—CrumpleZone beeped, crossing his arms in an expression of full sarcasm.

—I guess you're not gonna like this.—His vehicle mode's cockpit opened beneath freeing a cell where Lollipop was.

—WHAT'S THAT THING DOIN' HERE!—CrumpleZone toot in hysterics.

Cyclonus tilted to a side expressing indifference.—Nami lend it to me. It knows what to do.—

—You sure are an idiot, Blender Butt. That thing wants to eat your slaggin' ass and you still enclose it in your insides? Don't you have a hard drive? What's goin' on in your motherboard?—

—Stop it already. I can trust Seeker Nami and her petro-rabbit… well maybe not her petro-vermin. But I like her, so I don't care.—He slapped himself mentally. Oh, slag! What have I just done? Now everyone's gonna know 'bout it.

—Mmm, now I see. Man, you got a problem, a serious problem you won't get away from with ease.—

—Yeah, and it has a name… Starscream…—

Meanwhile, Lollipop was on his way, it had traced the mini-con's location. It crossed and climbed between the rocks with ease, Lollipop may have a human's size but its flexible body was useful in this terrains. The mini-con panel was embedded in the solid limestone thanks to the geological changes on Earth so the petro-rabbit had to make use of its diamond-sharp claws to break the thick mineral. Once the panel was set free Lollipop turned to face the large Transformer and lift its ears to announce its success.

—Good boy!—

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Megatron. Mission accomplished. We've got the mini-con.

Megatron smiled widely.—Decepticons, We have got what we were looking for, retreat!—

The Decepticons obeyed his order promptly.

—I'll keep an eye on you, Hot Shot!—Seeker Nami stated before disappearing. Sending Hot Shot a fake kiss.

The defeated Autobots remained in their positions for a long period in utter silence until Hot Shot broke the ice falling to his knees and losing his grip on Star Saber, he mechanically thought how he have managed to keep his grip on the sword all this time. His absent expression gave away nothing. The young Autobot was at the edge of an emotional broke off. What was left of his arm hurt him, but not as much as the shreds of his pride did.

Optimus stared at his murky soldiers one by one and couldn't help to held a sigh of frustration.—Autobots… Let's go back to base.—

They followed in silence.

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—Just like I told you, gentlemen. That sword's not a deal in that brat's hands.—

—You dimwitted drone! You had the chance to take the Star Saber and you let it go!! But no, you had to be cocking 'round! That sword must have been our at this heights!—Starscream was silenced by a strong blow in the face that send him to smash right into a nearby wall.

—You better not say a word since your performance in this last combat was below my expectations by far.—

—Megatron's right, Starscream. If I'm not wrong, you spent way too much time dressing-down you sister for her faults and mistakes in her combat techniques and however you seem to forgot your teachings not being able to follow your own advice.—

—This is not your business, Demolisher.—Muttered Starscream beneath clenched teeth while he swept some Energon away from his lip components.

—Oh, c'mon stop it already you two metal heads! At least we've came out that sword's not really a big deal and it's not as terrible or unstoppable as everyone claims it to be!—

—Seeker Nami's got a point. If she managed to cut Banana Boy's arm and get out with just some minor scratches then we must wait for the right moment to strike.—

What a fawn.. –For your information Cyclonus, it wasn't Seeker Nami who unutilized that carnival car's arm in the first place but Megatron.—Demolisher affirmed.

—Yep, you look cute with you mouth shut.—

—Silence, C'Zone…—

Megatron was getting disrupted by his men's inane swap of words.—You're dismissed!—

—Yes, sir!—

—Not you, Seeker Nami.—

Seeker Nami stop to a halt and walked back her steps until she was in front of Megatron's stone throne, not before getting into a safe distance from him.

—Y-yes, mi lord. What can I do for you?—

—You have showed up to have guts. It seems you have what it takes to be a good Decepticon after all. Not that I'm really convinced yet, but you might as well gain some respect from me. Who knows, maybe with the correct training you could get to be the Decepticon Army's Supreme Leader some day.—Megatron said calmly with some paternal accent to a certain point.

Seeker Nami's smile stretched from audio to audio and lift Lollipop in the air as she made a happy dance.—Did you hear that Lolly-chan? Did'ja? I'm sooo happy baby!—

Megatron held his chin in one hand as he watched her jumping and dancing until he decided it was prudent to shut her up.
—For now you're still a weakling nevertheless and shall get concerned into improve that aspect. Besides leaving that childish attitude of yours to a side.—Megatron concluded still with a laze tone in his voice.

—I'm so sorry, master. I couldn't help. Oh, in addition… well… since Lollipop helped Cyclonus to retrieve the mini-con, I was wondering if I could dispose of an Energon Cube for it as a gift for its good job. Can I do it, sir?—

—Don't push your luck, girl. But go ahead.—Her leader assent.

—Thank you so much, master Megatron!—Seeker Nami exclaimed at the same time she step closer to her leader giving him a hug and a kiss in the cheek. Megatron was taken by surprise for his soldier's sudden act and remain still without moving a single circuit. Seeker Nami took one step back and saluted him, strolling out of the room.

I think I'm going to regret for all this some day…there's something very estrange concerning that girl… something I've sensed in her spark… she seems to be a lot more than just Starscream's crazy sister.

Or is it just a familiar pathology?

Seeker Nami wandered in the corridors to her barrack humming a cheerful song. She laid onto her recharge-berth and shut her optics. A sly smile curved her lips.

I think Megatron's starting to like me.

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Back in the Autobot base the upcoming scenario wasn't really pleasant to Red Alert, the damage his comrades endure –without mentioning his own- promised he will work extra hours; Smokescreen, among some other things, had lost his hook-arm thanks to Starscream, while Hot Shot remain sitting in a far away corner holding his amputated limb in his right hand, fighting to keep a hold in the Energon leach the wound have made; Optimus required several repairs because his transforming systems have suffered a great damage, it wasn't really bad, but if he didn't took prompt care of it then it might mutate into something really distressing; as for red Alert himself, well, having his vehicle mode's front as flat as that of an Atos –And not being exactly that car model- wasn't the pleasant and coolest thing of the world.

Work, work and EVEN more work… And do I get some profit out of it? Of course not!

—Optimus, sir. I think I'll begin with Hot Shot, if you consent to. Since he is by far, the one who needs major repairs. Once I'm over with him I'll proceed to repair you and Smokescreen

—It's fine. Just do what you thing to be most convenient, Red Alert.—Optimus agreed, he laid resting in the cold metallic floor besides Smokescreen.

—Those damned Decepticons humiliated us all! What is it worth to have the magnificent Star Saber by our side if it is not of any help?—

—Don't get desperate, Smokescreen.—Optimus said, patting his warrior's worn-out back.—The Decepticons have been our enemies for eons and their strength is to be respected and we should never underestimate them. You can never tell what they are up to.—

—Just like that little girl did demonstrate minutes ago in the battlefield? Big deal, defeated by a schoolgirl.— The elder Autobot tear the rest of his hook tossing it away.—What a shame.—

Optimus shook his head.

—Excuse me, Optimus…—Alexis started anxiously.—I know this is not the right moment but… the guys and I are pretty worried about Laserbeak.—

Optimus remembered the kid's camera and opened a small compartment in his chest, where he had kept it. He took it and carefully placed Laserbeak in the girl's hands.—I wasn't meaning to retrieve it but I know you guys hold a great affection for it.—

Alexis stared at the bird 'bot, its small body filled with dents, burned off paint, bent metal, sticky and grimy Energon spread all over and a big hole in the center of its small body crossing from side to side of it. In other words, Laserbeak was little more than a piece of scrap metal.

—Hey, Laserbeak. Cheer up! There's still too much to do.—She murmured, hugging it tenderly.

The little robot lit its optics weakly and directed its gaze to the human girl holding him, fragmented light passed through the spider web-like shattered glass of its lens.

That Seeker's gonna pay for this.

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Chapter 3 is finished! Too much Autobots and too much Armada-style things Oo Need to polish that little something :p

Next chapter will have a small surprise running around. So just don't miss it =3

PS: I'm mean to Hot Shot, he's a pathetic little fool, I can't help! Sorry fans out there! I'm being benevolent to him, really. :p

Dun worry if Mega-chan looked a bit OOC, I just don't believe he's always a raging barbarian fire-spitting monster.