Rodimus and his crew volunteered to go retrieve the rock. The coordinates from the computer were transferred to their ships hard drive. It wasn't long till they found the rock. It gave off an eerie feeling and Prowl refused to even touch the thing.

"So do you think this is Kicker?" Prowl asked doubtfully.

"Well maybe it was a reaction between the energon, his power, and the pressure of the explosion that crystallized him." Landmine theorized. "I'm not big on the whole science junk really. Just a random thought."

Rodimus took out a strange device from a nearby table and scanned the rock. A red beam of light was admitted from the small gun like scanner.

"Scanner says its some sort of crystallized energon." Rodimus mused. "The scanner's not powerful enough to determine weather or not the core of this thing has anything organic. When we get that reading we'll know for sure weather this is Kicker. I doubt the readings will say otherwise though."

Landmine tapped the rock. "A least we'll be able to give him the funeral rights he disserves."

"Yeah. What do Humans do with their dead anyhow?" Prowl asked.

Rodimus looked at the rookie. "I believe they bury them in sacred grown called a cemetery."

"They bury them?" Prowl repeated a bit shocked. "Weird."

"Well I'm sure the humans find our funeral ceremonies strange as well." Landmine told him.

"Sending them into space is perfectly decent. At least we don't walk on our dead." Prowl snorted as they made their way to the cockpit.

"Actually humans believe its bad luck to walk on the graves of the dead." Rodimus told him.

"How do they remember where they buried them all?" Prowl asked still a bit disturbed.

"The graves are marked by stones, panels, or statues with the name of the individual." Rodimus told him. "I believe their time of birth and death are also carved into the marking."

Prowl sat in his chair and spun around once. "I still think the idea of it sill is kind of wrong."

"It doesn't matter what you think Prowl. One Autobot's disagreement with their burial rights isn't going make the humans change it." Landmine said as he sat in his chair next to the rookie.

Prowl look reproachful. "I never said that."

"But you were thinking it!" Landmine said slyly.

Prowl shut his mouth.

Cybertron was in sight of Rodimus's ship. They were close to porting when they heard a loud crash coming from the cargo hold where the crystallized Kicker laid.

"What was that?" Landmine asked startled.

"We'll check it out after land." Rodimus said as he prepared to port the ship.

It was so stiff. He couldn't move any part of his body. He'd resisted it for so long but now it was unbearable. He pushed it away as hard as he could. He felt it about to break and he felt it shatter. He fell a short drop, about 3 feet, and landed neatly on his fee, but being frozen for so long made hi muscles feeble and tender. He fell to his hands and knees. It took a sec for him to remember how to walk properly and as soon as he was mobile he was thrown to the ground.

The area around him was dark and cold. It was made of metal and there were yellow chunks of rock scattered everywhere. Kicker silently picked himself up and, wobbled to the door. It opened automatically. Kicker heard something coming his way down the hall. It was a somewhat familiar sound. It was the sound his armor made when he hit the floor, metal on metal. Yet it sounded more like foot beats than a random banging. Soon voices accompanied the footsteps. Voices he recognized but they seemed more like a dream memory than something he knew to be real.

As the voices came closer he was able to understand what they were saying.

"-She's too emotionally unstable. I don't think it's good idea for her to be seeing the kid at all." Sounded a deep voice.

"I don't even want to see him. I don't blame the girl at all." Said a younger male voice. "Just looking at the rock sends a shock through my systems."

"Quite Prowl. Don't you have any respect for the dead?" Said a different voice, deep, but very firm.

"Yeah whatever." Replied the young voice.

Kicker stayed were he was, ready to meet the voices face to face. As the door opened Kicker saw the bodies of the voices. They were metal. Memories of whips, red-hot pokers, and metallic monsters flashed through his mind on fast-forward. He didn't stay long enough for them to get a good glimpse of him, because as soon as the door opened all the way Kicker bolted.

Rodimus, Landmine, and Prowl stood outside of cargo hold door. Rodimus just opened the door when something bolted out through the door and down the hall. It was too fast for lock his optics on it.

"What the hell was that?" Prowl said cursing. The three Autobots looked into the cargo hold. To their horror, the yellow rock, that was Kicker's tomb, was shattered in chunks scattered on the floor.

"What happened?" Rodimus asked shocked. He looked down the hall where, whatever had bolted down the hall, went. "Kicker…?"

Rodimus motioned his two comrades to follow him as he ran down the hall.

It wasn't long before they saw what had come out of the cargo hold. A door blocked the way out of the ship and the thing was too short to reach the panel and plus he didn't know the clearance code.

Rodimus sucked in a breath at the sight of the creature. The scene was very familiar to him. It was a de ja vu of a year ago when they'd sabotaged the Terrorcon ship. Kicker stood motionless at the sight of the three Auotbots.

"It can't be him…he's dead." Prowl breathed.

"I've never seen a corpse do that." Landmine admitted.

Rodimus took a step forward and Kicker took two frightened steps back.

"Kicker…." Rodimus called. "Don't you remember us?"

Kicker looked at the three transformers cautiously. Rodimus could here his irregular breathing. He was scared, really scared. It was all too obvious he had no recollection of their meeting on the ship a year ago. Rodimus wondered if it was a side effect of being frozen in energon for so long and his brain was still waking up.

"No…" Kicker's hoarse voice whispered so low Rodimus almost didn't catch it.

"Kicker. Were friends! You have to remember." Landmine tried at waking the kid up. "The ship! The energon! The explosion! Well I suppose you wouldn't remember that bit."

"Metal devils…" Kicker growled loud enough for them to hear very well.

"What'd you call me?" Prowl barked.

Kicker's aura appeared and Rodimus took a step back. In the back of his mind Rodimus pondered which kicker was in control. The good one or the bad one?

Just as Rodimus was about to say something Kicker's aura spiked and hit the door with such a force that it was hurled clear off and landed on the ground of the port. A few Transformers, who were preparing to connect an escalator to the door for Rodimus and his crew, were heard yelling in shock and panic as the door fell upon them. It was unknown if the door had hit anyone. Rodimus hoped not.

Kicker jumped down out of the ship.

Rodimus's mind raced. A human would never survive that large a fall. As Rodimus reached the open doorway he was somewhat relieved and worried as he saw Kicker run off through the port. A few transformers stood their awe struck and uncertain of what to do.

"Get Optimus Prime down here!" Rodimus called to a young Autobot who was collecting himself.

"Yes sir!" He called and ran off to fulfill his order.

"What are we going to do sir?" Prowl asked.

"I don't know…" The transformer admitted.