Hiya! I'm actually posting this chapter five days after I posted the first chapter! I NEVER post a new chapter less than a month after the last update, much less in under a week! I'm pleased with myself. :-)

Pivot: Thankee for all the bonus points, how many do I get? I personally don't think Energon's really in trouble, though some of the G1 fans on other boards beg to differ... I'm enjoying it, yodeling and all. Alpha Q ROOOOOCKS for no reason other than in episode 19 or 20 he goes straight from baddie to goodie and gets a cool voice to boot!

Haley Macrae: Yeah, I like getting new perspectives on characters too. Expect to see either this perspective or a similar one in future fics. Listen to Cyclonus, Haley! Dooo a Cyclooonus fiiic... (I read Hypnotism for Dummies last night) Glad to finally meet someone else who likes Cy's jokes, though sometimes they're not funny for any reason other than they're not. My fave quote is from Armada. One of the Autobots shot Cyclonus' rotor off, and he yelled "YOU SHOT MY BUTT OFF!!" It's a lot funnier if you see it, but I liked that. I did. So I'm immature.

White-Winged Angel: Me too. And, as you requested, here is chapter 2, and it actually IS soon! I so happy...

Soryu: Strange? Thankee. I take it as a compliment! To be honest, I expected something between utter befuddlement to outright flames in most of my reviews. I am a rebel from normalcy in fics, and apparently people like that. Too bad it doesn't work like that at school, or I'd be the most popular person there.

Shade- S.E.C. of Nothing: You like Cyc/Snowcat fics? Well, glad I could give ya one. And as you requested, here is chapter two!

If anyone's wondering, yes, this is about Snowcat, though for no really obvious reason I'm calling him Cyclonus. It is an Artistic Decision(TM). Y'know, like those guys who made movies in B&W just because they think it looks better even though color was available by then.

Kezarahk: Glad you liked my version. I do stuff like this a lot, take the official material and somehow change up the story. That's just what I do.

Thank you for all the reviews! Next update is Friday (I have the next chapter done already. SQUEEK!), so be looking for that!

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. I don't own M&M's either. I just thought I'd say that in case there is any question in the future.

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Try not to fear when you can't move

You may notice something new

Something about yourself you hadn't found

And don't want to

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Cyclonus was still standing on the moon, in plane sight if any other Transformers happened to be in the neighborhood. And the only Transformers that were ever "in the neighborhood" were Autobots.

He sighed quietly, and started to move forward. He couldn't just stay on the moon, so close to Lunar City. Unfortunately, he'd barely taken a step when he tripped over his own feet.

Cyclonus fell on his side. "STUPID SKIS!" he shouted, shooting them. "YOW!!" That was stupid AND painful. Impressive, even for Cyclonus. Carefully, he folded his skis up against his legs, so he could walk normally again.

"So how do I get off this rock?" he muttered. Wait - the old Decepticon moon base! When they had gone back to Cybertron, most of it had been left untouched. Maybe the old warp gate was still there.

Looking around, he realized he wasn't so far from the old base. Transforming, he started off, wincing as the small moon rocks rubbed against the runners of his alt-mode. 'All-terrain,' he thought sarcastically, but kept driving through the pain. He may whine a lot, but that was only because he couldn't think of anything else to say. When he ran out of bad puns, he couldn't just be silent, and if he tried to just /talk,/ who KNEW what would come out! So he ended up whining to fill the silence.

'And it's because of that I can't fly,' he reminded himself bitterly, just before the abandoned base came into site. Finally reaching it, he transformed and climbed clumsily up the side of the mountain that the moon base was imbedded in. Hopping on top of the broken ship, he shot the roof and kicked through the frozen patch of metal, falling through to the floor.

He looked around the abandoned base. It looked exactly as it had ten years ago. Nothing had moved in it except for the part of the roof Cyclonus kicked in. Taking a small step forward, the corridors lit with a dim light. The motion-sensing lights still worked fine, meaning there was still enough power in the base to keep it functional.

'This is too creepy,' Cyclonus thought. 'I almost expect Thrust to come around the corner and ask why I'm not doing whatever I'm supposed to be doing.' Hearing a sound behind him, Cyclonus whirled around. "It's not my fault, Thrust! It was, erm, Demolisher's..." He trailed off, realizing that he'd only heard another piece of frozen metal fall from the hole he had made. "Geez, something else like that happens, and I really will be a mental case," he muttered, starting off down the corridor.

He remembered where the warp room was. Right turn, left turn, first door on the right. But the next hallway up had everyone's personal quarters, including his own. He could stop to see his old room.

Cyclonus stopped in front of the identification pad. You were supposed to press your palm onto it and it would identify you and let you in. Transformers don't have fingerprints like humans, obviously, so the pads had to identify separate handprints by shape, paint color, the style of the joints, all that. Cyclonus glanced at his hand. This dried-mud colored hand had nothing in common with his old, onyx-black ones. There was no way the identification pad would recognize him. Still...

Cyclonus pressed his hand against the pad, and jumped half his height when the door swooshed open. After figuring out he wasn't under attack, Cyclonus peered further into the room. "It worked?" he said to himself, staring wide- eyed at what couldn't possibly be anything but his room. He didn't think any of the other Decepticons had a green neon sign that said HOKEY-POKEY hung upside down. "That shouldn't have worked," he muttered, stepping into his room. The pad was probably messed up after ten years.

Cyclonus glanced around. Everything was the same as it had been. His recharge berth, his computer, and his sign. That was all there was in the room. He suddenly wondered why he'd wanted to get in so bad. There was nothing in here he needed. He had never used the computer, and the HOKEY- POKEY sign was okay but he didn't want to take it with him. The moon had never held anything but bad memories for him.

Cyclonus left the room quickly, deciding he had spent enough time in there. He started down the hall, but the door directly to his left caught his eye.

It was Demolisher's room.

Cyclonus stopped. This was an opportunity to finally get inside his friend's mind! Demolisher had in the past learned a lot about how Cyclonus thought, but he'd never told Cyclonus much about himself. And there were a lot of unexplained things about him. Like why he had practically worshipped Megatron before he died. And why, after Megatron was resurrected, Demolisher was so reluctant to go back to the Decepticons.

"I can just take a quick peek, right?" Cyclonus said, pressing his hand to the identification pad. The light over the pad flashed red.

Cyclonus stopped and looked at it. So, Demolisher's pad was still working. No problem. Cyclonus froze the door and kicked it down.

He had only taken one step into the dark room before he began to feel guilty. He was breaking into his only friend's room. And why? Maybe Demolisher had some reason he didn't tell Cyclonus anything about himself. Cyclonus knew he himself did.

"Well, it'd be better if I told someone, wouldn't it?" Cyclonus muttered, trying to pacify his conscience. Yes, he had a conscience; it just didn't care when he was brutally murdering Autobots. "If Demolisher has some deep, dark secret he's been keeping locked away, it'd be better if it got out, right?" Cyclonus took another step into the room, crunching more frozen metal shards under his feet, and the motion-sensing lights flared on.

Just the recharge berth and computer found in everyone's room. Feeling a little less guilty, Cyclonus stepped farther in, the frozen metal still crunching. Until something else went crunch.

Cyclonus looked down. He had just smashed the side of a datapad. He bent down and picked it up, freezing halfway through standing up and staring, optics wide behind his mask, at the floor.

Literally dozens of datapads were strewn on the floor, in some places piled three or four thick. There were enough to stack two wide, two deep and still be taller than Cyclonus. He slowly stood up.

'Demolisher was the only clean guy in the moon base. He picked up everything we left around the base. So what's with his room?'

Cyclonus suddenly remembered the datapad he was holding. He looked back down at it, judged the crushed side wouldn't affect the actual contents, and turned it on. It was as good a place as any to start.

'What the slag??' Cyclonus thought. It was some legal junk. Waaaaay over Cyclonus' head. He tossed it on the recharge berth – the only non-datapad covered place in the room – and picked up another one. Another legal thing.

Cyclonus looked over this one. It wasn't a regular mission report: Cyclonus had filled out enough of those to know what they looked like. It wasn't a promotion notice, a damage report, or an equipment request... they were all short and to the point. This looked like some kind of a treaty. Or a contract.

'Weird,' Cyclonus thought, chucking the second datapad onto the berth and picking up another one. More legal stuff. The fourth was some kind of how- to document. It was titled "The Law for Dummies". Cyclonus snorted. Apparently, Demolisher didn't get half this stuff either.

Cyclonus looked around the room for any datapad that looked different from the others. He stopped on a datapad in the corner. 'Is that thing even functional?'

Kicking aside datapads as he walked, Cyclonus stopped and picked up the damaged one. It was covered front and back in dents that almost changed its original form. There were cracks all over from ripped metal, and many of them had been welded over. Scorch marks from laserfire were visible all over. The glass screen had a spider webbed crack in the bottom right that scotch tape held together. Despite all the damage, someone wanted to keep this datapad.

Cyclonus turned it on, and sighed. Yet another legal document. But, all the damage made him curious, and it was short, so Cyclonus decided to read through it after all.

"The members of the Cybertronian Autobot Faction (represented in this contract by Optimus Prime) hereby claim all rights to the prisoner of war Demolisher's spark, mind, body, and health, in return for Demolisher's right to life."

That was it. Below, it was signed by Prime, Demolisher and two witnesses. Both witnesses were Autobots.

"What the heck??" Cyclonus said. Since when was Demolisher a prisoner of war? Disgustedand perplexed, Cyclonus got ready to toss the datapad on the berth and pick up another one, when something clicked in his mind. He froze. He reread the datapad.

"HE DID WHAT?!??"

Demolisher, Cyclonus' only friend, was a slave of the Autobots.

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SUSPENSE!! Heheheh. I guess you'll have to read the next part on Friday to figure out just why Demolisher's a slave. Oh, and REVIEW!! Please.