Hiya again! So now more characters are arriving. This insertion will more or less follow the original line of Armada in some point. I had to do it in order to adjust the story to my fic. Next chapter will introduce three of my own characters. Now, don't get me wrong… I'm not going to overwhelm you with them. No worry folks.

A warning: pervert-ish thingies –if you can call a computer interfacing perverse.- and fluffiness floating somewhere =3

A BIG warning: The longest chapter I've wrote so far. Beware!!

Enjoy and review! =3

CHAPTER 4: DIG IN! DIG OUT!

The past battle with the Autobots had left a curious feeling of greatness in the small Decepticon squadron of the Moon. It was good to see one more victory being recorded in their databanks. Even Megatron seemed to be in good spirits these days. He looked like to have relaxed a bit from the pressure and urgency he had to attain the Sacred Sword. He felt good indeed as if some annoying weight had been removed from his back. Oh yeah, it was good to have Megatron in high spirits, even a little bit; this reduced the possibilities of humiliation or reprimands to a sixty percent.

And, of course the rest of the Decepticons were taking advantage:

—This is what I call "grab life by the horns" if you know what I mean. Hahaha!—Cyclonus cried out loud, pleased while he stretched to grab his sixth high grade Energon cube.

—This time I totally agree with you.—Demolisher seconded him.—How about if we give this a li'l bit of fun?—He asked as he took his own cube.—A contest! Let's see who's the best.—

—I'd win with my hands tied up, my rusty friend.—

Seeker Nami stared at them sitting in a distant corner, she herself wasn't too far form her friends' condition; in fact, they left her behind for just one Energon cube. But she had backed away when Cyclonus started to dance, forcing Demolisher to go on with the beat; the little girl actually feared most in the fact of getting her wings wounded rather than being found by her brother –or leader, at that.- drinking her null-rays out with the other two bots. The view in front of her was plain pathetic, just enough to make her grin. Both male Transformers could barely keep their balance. And they were even trying to dance! The result was that the green tank bot had fell with his whole body over Copter Boy remaining in that position for a long while –Something the fembot didn't like, at the same time her motherboard desperately begged to be in Tank Bot's place-. Now they were seating giving Nami a complete view of the two mechaniroids. Her optics wandered over and over upon the helicopter's body, fixing themselves persistently on him. Look at me, look at me… no… stay…no, come'ere… Ow c'mon babe! Her incoherent thoughts invaded her processors; sending her servos to a lustful spin all the while she kept sipping form her Energon cube.

She was taken from her ponder (?) by the two males, yelling at unison:

—Seeker Nami, come here! We need a ref!—

She nodded and stood up slowly. With short, dull steps she closed the distance amid the two warriors sitting in the floor around the bright pink cubes that provided them of their artificial, intoxicating source of pleasure.

Lollipop looked at its master from the background, it was past coherent thinking –If a petro-rabbit can think, that is..-; One single cube had been enough to leave him at the brink of going off-line.

Cyclonus took a hold of the jet's arm and made her sit beside him handing her something that looked like a Tamagochi, she stared at it in expectation, then to his comrade.

—It'll make this game much more fun. Y'see, you're gonna count the time with this chronometer. Once you have reached to ninety pheers you stop. Point is to see how much Energon we can drink before we reach the time limit without "crossing"(A/N) our systems. Get it?—

Nami nodded once again, in a daze; ninety pheers(A/N) was something like a minute and a half. She waited for them to seize their cubes and hint them to begin. Both soldiers hardly noted what passed through their oral cavities to their systems. Four, five, six. The two Decepticon warriors were still at equal level without apparent fatigue; Demolisher lost all hopes to outstand Cyclonus for he almost chocked on half the contents of a cube.

Nami stopped.

The helicopter gazed at the last recipient he drank and threw it over his shoulder then falling on his back celebrating his victory. Demolisher massaged the back of his head at the evident "cross" of his neuro-circuitry mumbling something about a bad hangover. The youngest warrior let out a grin giving a glance to her now brain-lost comrades. Suddenly, Cyclonus stood on his feet and pulled Seeker Nami up with him.

She had to keep balance for the two of them. When her pal partially recovered his own he started to guide her in some kind of a dance that in Cybertron was a common among the low kin Transformers to dance in their festivities; she started to follow on his rhythm for a long time until the other Decepticon lost stability, falling face-first to the floor… with Seeker Nami beneath his body

They hit the metallic bottom hard –especially Nami- and hung on motionless, in a daze that barred them from moving just one inch. Seeker Nami's coolant systems employed on their work to keep the increasing temperature of her systems in check as she thought mechanically on how good it was not to change colors as humans did when reacting to shame or anxiety.

Cyclonus looked down, smiling widely to the jet underneath him.—Do you know you look beautiful down there, Nami-chan?—For a short instant she wished to slap his friend hard but the idea faded when he leaned closer and kissed her deeply, as in a spell, she did the same.

Mmm… I never thought Blender Butt was such a wonderful kisser… She opened a small panel located in her vehicle mode's cockpit where some cables were hidden then she unlocked a similar panel in Cyclonus' chest; a small jack-in port graced her fingertips, she took one of her own cables and…

The place was now in deep silence; Demolisher laid on the floor struggling to de-fragment his hard-drive while Lollypop stared in awe at the two interfacing Transformers in the middle of the room.

The –very- bizarre scene's privacy was cut off when Swindle and the other two mini-cons walked into the room together.

—Hell… We've been missing the fun guys!—CrumpleZone beeped. BlackOut didn't do nothing but fix his optics into the scene.

—You kidding? There's still a whole lot to rescue here! C'mon, gimme a camcoder, a notebook at least! Aahh, this is priceless! Wait until Starscream knows ´bout it…—

—Know about what?—The red jet's raspy voice made their Sparks to coil into their chests.

Slag it…

The three mini-cons directed their gapes at Starscream with the same expression a human would have if seeing the Devil himself and warily signaled the Seeker the "action" as they have called it before.
Starscream's optics moved from the mini-cons to the inside of the room. He couldn't help but to hold a yelp as rage raced through his whole structure at the sight in front of him; He wished his optics to go offline in that very moment, he strongly tried to delete the image from his databanks for what he was seeing was something to be forgotten in the depths of universe.

But no… this was going to be stored in his memory forever until the day he was finally deactivated.

CrumpleZone's optics met Swindle's; a funny expression in them.—Do you know of someone in need of a mini-con? 'Coz I think now I'm in the Adopt List…—

Demolisher, whose neuro-circuitry was by now purged of the excessive backlog moved his head up slightly, so he was the first one to notice the presence of the other Seeker in the entryway. Demolisher followed the trail to where the jet's eyes were set. With a gasp, he bent over the floor on his back. Primus why didn't I fell into stasis-lock?

The soft thump of Demolisher's frame against the metallic floor grasps Seeker Nami's attention as she turned her optic sensors online, aiming towards the doorway. Optics now wide in shock. She broke roughly of the passionate kiss she and Cyclonus shared. They were so absorbed in the midst of their interfacing they didn't even noticed the door was unlocked! Seeker Nami pushed him to a side with all her might, erecting her torso to a sitting position. Cyclonus did the same shaking his head in astonishment.

—Why did we…—Cyclonus glanced at the entrance.—…stop…?—

Starscream's sword was already unsheathed; black fingers tightening its hold in its knob, optics shining with the fire of the nine Infernos. His appearance suggested that of the Antichrist's resurrection. He stared straight into his sister's faceplates then moving down to the delicate and small cables that hung loose from out her chest's panel.—What's is that, Nami-chan?—He asked in feigned insouciance, these trace of words echoed with a mortal singe; much more than they'd if pronounced in foul fury.

Nami clasped her fist around her cables, panic transpiring from every cog in her body frame.
—Well.. I… we… Suta-chan… I was…just…—

The red Seeker leapt over the blue helicopter in a flash but a powerful claw-like hand bring his wild advance to an end. Starscream rolled his optics to the imbecile who dares to interfere in his way and winced.

—What a pitiful lot of soldiers Megatron carried with him up here.—The intruder, whose armor was covered from head to feet by a heavy, old damson cloth, muttered. None of the Decepticons knew who this newcomer was.

—Who… how do you…?—

—Save your energies, you pathetic excuse for a battle tank.—The intruder busted.—As for you, young lad.—He said, resuming his bickering on Starscream.—You should count to fifty if you don't want to suffer an overheating in your hard drives.—

—You better not mess up here, old man. I'm going to make him pay for fuc---

—I'd watch that synthesizer of yours, kid! I'm not done yet.—He cleared his throat.—You're nothing but a bunch of drunkard untamed brutes… and some other things as well.—The new one ended as he glanced at Seeker Nami by the corner of his eyes, she glared back.—It does not surprise me why your illustrious leader called my name. And speaking of the devil… Where is that hotheaded Megatron?

—I presume he is in the throne room…—Demolisher articulated, standing on his feet

—Take me to him.—The new retorted.—As for the rest of you…—And he grabbed a hold of Starscream and Cyclonus; the former by a wing, the latter by his propeller.—You come with me. Eh, you lass… lock that damned piece of metal and crystal back to place. Wrap that cables, for Primus sake! It's not proper to go around like that in front of others.—

Who's this ol' mutt thinks he is? Seeker Nami questioned herself while trying to save the shreds of her dignity –if she had any at this rate- she stored her jack-in port cables back as she casts her optics to the rather large fissure in the wall behind that granted her vision; from where the trespasser had surely made his way in. We definitely need to get these cracks fixed up soon…

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Megatron gave the impression to not have had this kind of peace for eons as he had decided to occupy his time in something much less sordid than what he was used to: reading.

Absorbed as he was in his reading, Megatron wasn't aware of the initial turmoil of his men until Cyclonus and Starscream's infuriated voices echoed through his audio modules from the long passageway that lead to the throne room. Great, leave it to his soldiers to ruin this priceless moment. It was just too rare not to have heard a word from them in the whole day, after all.

—Slag it! Let go off me!!—

—Shame on you Food Processor! Once I get off of this hooligan I'm gonna tear you apart to scrap metal!!—

Megatron turned his datapad off and stood up from his throne; evidently curious as a result of his men gibberish and he strode straight to the room's entrance to see what was happening when he almost crashed face to face with Demolisher whom got sober from his mad drinking in record time.

—What is this all about, Demolisher?!—

Don't yell… Demolisher grabbed his head with both hands.—Megatron, sir… we---well…—

—Stop your rambling babble, drunk bastard.—The estranger bursted as he walked in the precinct. Megatron smiled wickedly at the sight of the new Transformer.

—Oh Scavenger. My old friend.—It's so nice to see you again. Come on, get in. We've got much to discuss.—

—Indeed, Megatron.—Scavenger tossed the two flyer Mechs to the ground.—We've got much to discuss.—He finished as he glared down at the two Decepticon soldiers.—I've get exceedingly surprised you're all still online. You included, Megatron. With this gambling tricksters you got for your "elite" soldier squadron I'm afraid to think you won't go to far.—

—My elite soldiers are on Cybertron, where they are useful. This imbeciles are just dull tools to me.—

—I pity you; with these soldiers I augur you are not going to achieve any of your goals. How do you intend to conquer Cybertron with this kind of "warriors"? Positively they should be working on a galactic circus…—Seeker Nami walked in that very same moment, struggling to lock the panel in place, mumbling curses.—…or in a brothel at this…—

—Hey, ol' crank, cut it out!! Cram it up your waste regulator!—The younger Seeker finally yelped in vexation.

—Shut up, Seeker Nami.—

—I… am sorry, Lord Megatron.—

Starscream stood up from the floor and had his sword ready by now. Him and Cyclonus resumed their slinging of insults –to the point they were even cursing in every alien language they knew-. The other Decepticons stared at them. Megatron began to count to ten, rubbing his temples in an attempt to calm his systems down. One, two, three… Both warriors continued their incessant fight. Six, seven... Trying to calm down.

To no avail…

—ENOUGH OF THIS BLATHER, YOU TRUCKFUCKERS!!!!—

Every one but Scavenger cringed at the sudden explosion of their leader whose roar made the very walls of the Nemesis ship to tremble. Megatron crossed his arms over his chest and lowering his head down a bit, he lifted his right hand up to his forehead.

—Gentlemen. This man is Scavenger; an old friend of mine; a powerful warrior and mercenary. I hired him to help us in the mini-con search. I've got entire confidence in him and –hopefully- in our squadron's progress.—

—I don't like the fact he is a mercenary…—Cyclonus whispered in Demolisher's audial seconding him in his distrust. And no less; mercenaries are the lowest ranks in the warrior class and were considered to be disloyal and treacherous, after all. However, none of them was in a position to object anything, since Megatron himself had faith in this mysterious Transformer hidden behind that stale thick fabric. On the other hand, he hovered an imposing presence to him; yes. That left no doubt about his impressive strength and experience in combat. But that wasn't a reason to believe in his words, nonetheless.

Lollypop stood in its four legs in a standoff position as its eyes shone brightly: the mini-con alert alarm echoed through the rooms almost at the same time. A new mini-con had been located.

—Scavenger, you'll take care of the mini-con.—The Decepticon leader ordered, Scavenger nodded and directed a glare to the small petro-rabbit of the glowing eyes, he hadn't noticed the creature when he first step into the base and the light in its eyes raised his doubts; glowing eyes weren't a canon feature in wild petro-rabbits since these animals weren't meant to feel Energon nor mini-con signals. Scavenger's knowledge of certain obscure legends originated in clandestine sects that told about an arcane, dark power conferred to the mini-con race which also claimed the existence of creatures –either carbon-based or artificial- born from the very same evil power which made them posses the ability to uncover each other's dark nature, drove the bulldozer's mind in a rush of questions and contemplations. Seeker Nami perceived his immovable inquiry over her giving him a deadly glare in response and turned on her heels to follow her brother and the rest of the Decepticons to the battlefield.

There's something to that creature and it's master I don't like…

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The Decepticons arrived to a zone nearby the mini-con's location. Lollipop provided them the correct coordinates for it and Scavenger followed on the track. Meanwhile the other warriors chose to create an adequate distraction to stop the Autobots just enough time for Scavenger to retrieve the precious green panel.

As to be expected, Hot Shot had Star Saber with him. He has almost totally reestablished from his last skirmish, but Red Alert warned him of fighting too soon for he suspected his greater wounds weren't healed yet. Hot Shot just plainly flout the medic and stepped into battle to take revenge from the black Seeker who had humiliated him.

He never learns…

Seeker Nami tilted his head, signaling Hot Shot and spoke to her brother:—Bro, I know you're mad at me and all but… how about if we leave our differences to a side by now and teach this punk a lesson?—Starscream nodded in silence and the two jets dove to Hot Shot at all speed.

Megatron engaged in a fight with Optimus as well. The Autobot leader noted his challenger wasn't really using all his strength nor he had his usual wary expression masking his faceplates; odd. Optimus didn't find any good explanation.

The fussy metallic-electrical sound of swords clashing drew every Transformer on the battlefield's attention bringing their struggle to a standstill. Starscream and Seeker Nami attacked Hot Shot the same way a pair of tigers would have done to a defenseless pray, unless Hot Shot wasn't that defenseless. The Seekers' attacks were fast and decisive but Hot Shot could handle them countering and stopping their blows with equal dexterity, if not speed.

—Wow, how rude, I'm so afraid! Hahaha!—Seeker Nami teased.

—Hot Shot, show those Decepticons what Autobots are made of!—Smokescreen cheered his partner up in an attempt to drive his mind from the impertinent Seeker's constant fling of insults.

Seeker Nami slashed straight to Hot Shot's chest and he backed away a few steps, lowering his guard without noticing that apparently insignificant movement was in fact part of a coordinate strategy of both jets. Starscream sprang over Hot Shot with such a speed the sports car barely had enough time to recover and lift his guard up –baldy- stopping the jet's attack, pounding a few steps behind to keep from falling. Once again the Screamer bounced to him and their swords clashed, none of them breaking their guard. Hot Shot had lost trail of the red Seeker's sister and that worried him for what they were up to next, distracting him. Hot Shot got smacked in the back by the handle of Seeker Nami's sword making him lose balance in his gyroscopic gear motors.

—Enough of t-this… S-Starscream… be a man… and fight m-me… alone.—Hot Shot gasped.

—As you wish.—

Seeker Nami stood in the spot meters away from both duelists watching their combat. All of a sudden Starscream performed a brilliant movement with his saber, cutting Hot Shot's left cheek, parting the soft metal apart. This little wound made nothing but to lit the Autobot's fury and he counter attacked in a flash of speed, clashing the Decepticon's sword in two as well his right hand, incapacitating him for a hand-to-hand combat.
Seeker Nami was now ready for round two when Scavenger's deep voice cut through the thick silence in the air, bringing everyone back to reality.

—I could say your warrior's ability is impressive, Optimus. If it were not for the power of the Holy Sword. So I wonder. Aren't you good enough to use the Star Saber, even after all this years?—

—Why you….?—Hot Shot howled in response.

—I wasn't talking to you, brat. So please don't interrupt me.—The estrange bulldozer resumed his dialogue with Optimus.

—Have you forgot how to speak, child? I've asked you a question and I'm still awaiting for your answer, Optimus Prime.—

Optimus drift his gaze away for some instants, but Smokescreen wasn't in the mood to let things pass.—How you dare to talk like that to out leader?—

—Calm down, Smokescreen. This man was my tutor when I was young. He did teach me everything I know about mêlée. I owe him much. He took me as his apprentice short after the first civil wars began; I was an orphan kid back then. I felt lost and scared when Scavenger found me in the ruins of my city, he felt compassion and took me with him. It's for Scavenger I'm still alive and I'm this today. He has all the rights to lecture me as much as he wishes to.—

His Autobots looked at him owlishly. Even Megatron; he knew Optimus and Scavenger shared a past in common but never thought it to this extent!

Scavenger broke the ice once again:

—Young lad,—He said, this time to Hot Shot.—I challenge you to a fight. Here, now. Are you ready?—

—I thought you weren't gonna ask, ol' man.—came the cold reply, Hot Shot braced himself for the first blow. I hope this is gonna be an easy task, I've got the Star Saber with me and I'm faster than this old microwave…

Megatron adopts a reflexive posture waiting for the battle at hand; Optimus reacts almost the same way his enemy does being at expectative too. Silence rose to the atmosphere almost as a physical presence, nobody neither the mini-cons dares to speak, as under a magical spell. Even Seeker Nami prevents her synthesizer from articulating a single sound and limits to stare a few steps back.

Scavenger preps into battle with the yellow Autobot and both engage in a fierce fight. Scavenger's force and ability overwhelms the young warrior whose spark is trembling in something like fear in the depths of its casing. The combat between them is so short that, scarcely could be considered a combat. With a forceful bow of his gigantic claw-like hand Scavenger throws Hot Shot to the ground.

—I'm sorry. Come back later, brat. In a few million years.—

Hot Shot stands up, confessing himself his defeat without much of a quarrel. His pride was hurt, but not as much as when the Seekers defeated him, oddly enough for him. It's only natura;, after all he was Optimus' instructor… in one hand, it's less humiliating, much less indeed than being defeated by a foolish airplane. On the other hand…I don't like getting' screwed up… He thought with a dark, gloomy grin. Once again he was about to go into a bout of depression.

Megatron considers this is the perfect chance to grab the Star Saber and charges straightforward Hot Shot, readying his fusion cannon to blast him off; Optimus then reaches to stand in front of him protecting his quarry.

—Megatron, give it a rest already. Let's head back to the base, I've got the mini-con panel with me.—

Megatron stops to a halt, bobbing his head in acknowledgement.

The Decepticons retreat.

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Once they're back into their base Scavenger handles Megatron the mini-con's small panel, which happens to be different from other ones; this panel is all golden and harbors an old inscription in one side. Megatron tries to activate it with his energy signature but gets no response. Again, the petro-rabbit's eyes are glowing brighter than before. Seeker Nami hides his pet's head between her hands as she veers off her own head to a side, hiding from the other Decepticons.

Starscream noting this, could not help but to ask his sister.—Nami, you ok?—Seeker Nami lifts her head up to face him when he reaches her arm, stroking gently on her metal in a reassure motion, she grinned widely. Nami's eyes shone in a way Starscream had never seen before, turquoise eyes beaming a golden glow, a chill ran up his whole actuators.

—I'm fine, li'l bro.—Is the stating reply.

—I can't simply understand why in the melting pit it's not responding.—Complains the Decepticon leader in exasperation.

—That's because you're a fool.—Is Scavenger's explanation.

—S-sir, excuse me for this. But I dare to say I've got the impression that mini-con panel is similar to the Air Defense Team.—Demolisher remarks.

Scavenger is about to speak whilst Seeker Nami begins to.—First time you say something intelligent, Demolisher. Master Megatron, It amuses me to see how ignorant you are to what concerns of this mini-con…You got a hint in front of your own eyes… see that inscriptions? But perhaps I may take a guess you can't read old Cybertronian…? No mi lord, no interruptions.—She raises a hand in a restrictive signal.—Legends tells that the Star Saber, just like the Light Gods, has it's counterpart. It is said the Star Saber cannot be stopped by anything short of a particular defense weapon called the Sky-Boom; the Sacrosanct Sky-Boom Shield possesses a so great and glorious power as the very Sword itself. Nobody has ever known what would happen if those weapons were to confront each other. Truth is that, if this panel is a part of said Shield then we'd have a great ally on our side if we manage to retrieve and activate the three mini-cons before the Autobots find about it. Both weapons could generate such a blast of negative forces if confronted as so they could make that who seize them together one of the most powerful, terrifying and unyielding beings in the Universe.—

Megatron did listen to every word coming from her little soldier's synthesizer in abash, Scavenger himself was no less surprised: he certainly didn't expect the young girl to know such an old legend –considering his own brother, alder as he was, had never heard a word of it in his whole life- and much less after seeing her abnormal behaviors. Ok, it was bad to judge someone at first glance, but his suspicion raised even more by now. Megatron now tells his soldiers to go back to their posts. Scavenger watches of Seeker Nami's track yet again noticing her pet's glowing eyes and her own optics' unusual beam as well.

—That woman…—He mumbles after a short time.

—What did you say, Scavenger?—

—That woman… it's so eerie. I perceived it from the very moment I walked into this base. There's an uncanny energy irradiating from her Spark.—

—You're right. I've also felt so. Not that I can name the sensation it causes me.—

—Did you note her eyes pheers ago? I've seen that kind of cold and deep optics in some loathsome demons during several occult rites I've been in. They didn't seem like those of a Transformer.—

—Indeed, her look is unlike others. Her sole presence is. As if a cold fire surrounded her armor plating. Yet, I wonder, How's that possible her own brother doesn't perceives it? They're the same Spark!—

—Brother? Is that other jet her brother? Because that kid looks like to be fairly ordinary if you ask me. They can't share the same Spark.—

—Two diametrical forces cannot originate in the same source, do they?—

—Well, they do Megatron. Just come to think of magnetos… ok, in magnetos is possible, in every particle of energy its possible… in fact, it's a canon standard. But not in Sparks… I don't like it. You should keep an eye on her, for your own good. I got that sinking feeling she could bring more problems than solutions. Oh, and try to prevent your soldiers from getting too closer to her. Don't let them get engaged emotionally with her… I'm talking for that blue propelled nut.—

—Are you afraid of a virus?—

—Perhaps something worse.—

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Seeker Nami sat beside a large wall in the hallway to the barracks, close to her own precinct. Lollipop slept in her lap as she stared emotionless straight to the wall in front. A metallic tempo filled the silence, coming closer each second it passes. Seeker Nami discerned the light blue color of Cyclonus' armor by the corner of her optic and she rolled her cranial unit to face him.

—Huh, hello Cyclonus.—She said flatly and turned her face again, her attitude took him by surprise. Cyclonus? Wasn't he Blender Butt anymore? He bent over in front of her carefully and with the tip of his index finger lifted her cranial by pushing her forehead gently.

—You are not you. What's goin' on?—A concerned tenor in his otherwise shrill voice.

—Nothing, I was just thinking.—A smile.—Dun worry.—

Cyclonus moved his eyes away for a few breems, thinking on something to come up with. After the effects of the high grade Energon had passed he started to feel guilty and ashamed for what had transpired between them.—Seeker Nami, I… wanted to tell you that… well…—he fought an internal battle with his CPU, he was unsure of how to apologize. He wasn't used to.

—Forgive me for… for… well, you know why… But it's because… I… I like you a lot. You drive me crazy, baby!—

Seeker Nami shift her optics up, visibly apprehensive and feeling like a stupid.—You're a hardhead, Blender Butt. I like you a lot too and… ILU—

—I-L-U??—

—Tee hee... I-Love-You.—With that, she gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, but before she parted away, Cyclonus grabbed her head with both hands and leaned closer, kissing her in the lips. Seeker Nami curved her arms around his neck to hold him into place, Cyclonus kept his own arms wrapped around the Seeker's slender waist, embracing her tightly.

Lollipop, which was now sitting beside the two mechs, stared at them with wide-open eyes and mouth.

Starscream watched them from a certain distance, hiding in the shadows of the poorly illuminated passageway. Swindle, sitting in his master's shoulder sighed in distress:

—C'mon, Screamer! Let your sister be happy. Will ya? Let her have her fun!—

—Yeah, sure. I'll also let Cyclonus have his fun… fuckin' up my sister…—

—One day someone had to do it.—

—Big deal… a helicopter… I could stomach a tank… Why do I get this karma?—The Screamer asked himself. Then without transition his mood changed, he felt beleaguered and strode towards his own barrack wanting only to kick into a CR Chamber and recharge, leaving the other two Decepticons to their sins.

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The Authors Notes (A/N):

Crossing: In Spanish we say "cross" or "crossing" when you drink too much of one kind of alcohol and then you mix it with something else (tobacco, other liquors, -drugs if stupid enough…-, etc) that causes your head to hurt or even to pass away. I dunno what's the correct expression in English.

Pheer: It's a time scale I've been using all my life in my TF or other alien stories. And I think it actually fits in here, since DW uses "breem" a shorter time scale.

Woah! Chapter four's finished! Way long… Too bad I can't change the fic's name… I think "Of Bunnies and Mayhem!" won't fit in the plot anymore… Oh well, I like the name anyways… Eh... b'fore I forgot, sorry for too much cursing, I'm used to curse on a regular basis when something gets me REALLY mad… and it's hard not to do it when you're an Spanish speaker anyways… '

PS: I'm currently writing a new fic, I hope to get Chapter 1 up soon. =)

Ja-ne!