Has anyone here ever had writer's block so bad that they erased the chapter they had been working on because it wasn't working?... oh... that's just me? So between writer's block and not being able to log on to my account for two of the last three days *Thank you Fanfiction* this chapter is late, sorry about that.

Again, thank you Crystal Prime for beta reading.

anissa - Thank you. I'm not sure what you mean by Shadowstreaker having visions in the other chapters. Do you mean he should have visions in later chapters? Or do you mean Shadowstreaker should have visions that are based on the episodes that have already passed? I'm just looking for clarification.

Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro. I only take credit for my O.C.

June 24, 2012 2:13 P.M

Autobot base, outside Jasper, Nevada

Ratchet may have said my parts only needed a few solar-cycles of rest, but the gruff medic kept me confined to the med-bay until just three breems ago. He probably was still mad at me for suggesting that he liked Moonracer. There hadn't been any skirmishes with the Decepticons while I was stuck in the med-bay, or anything really noteworthy. In fact, the only thing I missed was Ratchet and Moonracer opening the newly built washracks. The two medics had cleaned out a rarely used storage area, and fitted a dozen washracks separated into stalls for what little privacy that would give since none of the stalls had curtains or doors. This was where I was right now.

My recently cleaned armor was stacked in a pile on the floor next to me as I used a bot-sized brush to clean built-up grime from my left shoulder-joint. Ratchet said that due to the amount of damage I sustained in that shoulder-joint, it would always be more prone to built-up dirt and grime than usual. I had been confined to the med-bay for over a mega-cyle, so there was a lot of dirt and grime to clean out.

"Come on," I said to myself, as the water from the washrack above my helm washed over my protoform.

There was one last stubborn piece of grime in my shoulder-joint, and it was proving to be very difficult to get out. Finally, the piece of grime was removed from my shoulder-joint and I sighed with relief. I put the brush back where it belonged on the side of the stall, turned the water off, and then began reattaching both layers of my armor. Once the last piece of my armor was back in place, I decided to go down to the Safe for some target practice.

I stepped through the automatic door leading into the hallway and turned left toward the bot-sized elevator. I heard Jack give a frustrated yell from the ops center. That meant one of two things, either he was playing Dark Souls and dying a lot, or he was going against Miko in a racing game. Miko never raced cleanly. She would send you into a wall at every opportunity she got.

I pressed the button on elevator's control panel for the Safe as I heard Jack give another frustrated yell. This time he threw in some curses after he yelled.

'Yup, he's playing Dark Souls,' I thought, and leaned against the back of the elevator. Once the elevator stopped at the Safe, I walked over towards the weapons range and saw I wasn't the only one down here.

Bulkhead was looking down at a massive amount of various weapons he had laid out on the ground in front of him. There were a number of Neutron Assault Rilfes, Scrapmakers, EMP Shotguns, Photon Burst Rifles and a few others I didn't know the names of.

"What are you doing?" I asked, as I went over to join the Wrecker to look at the various weaponry.

Bulkhead looked at me and spoke as I approached, "I'm finally getting around to testing all the weapons we recovered from the Decepticon mine. Then I'll store the ones that still work in the armory."

My interest was piqued, "Testing the weapons you say?" I'll admit it, I loved shooting guns.

Bulkhead sighed and said, "Yes, but most of these things were buried in the ground before the Cons dug them out. It took me this long just to clean them, and I have no idea how many will work."

I looked at the different guns on the ground before turning back to Bulkhead, "Let me help," I said simply.

The Wrecker gave me his full attention, "There's over a hundred separate guns that need to be tested, do you know how long that's going to take?" he asked with a raised optic ridge.

I gave him a shrug, "I came down here to get some target practice anyway. Why not help you out while getting that target practice?"

Bulkhead nodded, "Alright, pick out a weapon and I'll get the ammo," he said, and walked over to some storage crates on the far side of the range.

I looked back at the array of weapons on the floor a moment before reaching down and picking up a Neutron Assault Rifle. I was curious to see why this was used by so many Decepticons on Earth.

While I walked toward the range, I studied the weapon in my servos. It was similar to a human assault rilfe in terms of how it functioned. It had an adjustable stock like I'd seen on military issued M4's, and it couldn't be attached or installed into a servo so you had to hold it like a human would hold an assault rifle.

Bulkhead arrived at the range at the same time as I did. He had been carrying two storage containers in his servos before setting them down.

"Neutron AR huh? It's a start," Bulkhead said, and opened up the containers he brought over. Both of the containers were filled with energy cells that were used for ammunition in weapons that couldn't be linked to our systems.

Bulkhead tossed me an energy cell, and I inserted the cell into the bottom of the Neutron AR near the stock as if I was loading a strange human shotgun. The rifle hummed to life after I loaded the energy cell into it.

I adjusted the stock on the rifle to a setting suited for my size before aiming at one of the presents Wheeljack left us before leaving - a target drone. Target drones were designed for testing weapons. Anything from a Energon Battle Pistol, to an Ion Displacer wouldn't do much damage to it and what damage was caused was easily repaired.

I pulled the Neutron AR's trigger. Instantly it was firing at what I guessed was twice the rate of my Plasma Chaingun, but it lacked the same accuracy or stopping power. Each little bullet of energy the Neutron AR was shooting wasn't doing much damage to the target drone. After two mico-klicks, the rifle spent the rest the energy in the cell, and I gave the depleted energy cell and empty rifle to Bulkhead.

Bulkhead set the energy cell and rifle down on the ground next to him. "The Neutron AR may be old, but it's reliable," he said, then he gestured over at the other weapons. "Pick out another one, we have a lot more to test." He gave a light sigh after he said this.

"I get the feeling that you've done this quite a few times," I said, as I picked up another Neutron AR from the ground. There were well over three dozen of these rifles among the weapons on the floor. It was probably a good idea to test a few of them before moving on to a different weapon.

The Wrecker chuckled as he tossed me another energy cell, "Ha ha, you have no idea kid. Back during the war, I was in charge of testing every weapon the entire Wrecker unit scavenged from battle. Let me tell you, it was a lot of weapons."

I aimed at the target drone again, the rifle clicked and refused to fire. I ejected the energy cell from the rifle and tossed it back to Bulkhead, "What do you do with a faulty gun?" I asked, and held up the Neutron AR in my sevos.

He nodded toward the elevator, "Put it over there, we'll probably just melt it down for scrap metal."

I went to the elevator and set the faulty weapon next to it, "Did you ever get help from other Bots when you tested the scavenged weapons?" I asked, while I picked out another weapon to test.

"Oh yeah, Ironhide helped me more than the others. At least until he meet his sparkmate..."

"Chromia." I finished Bulkhead's sentence as I picked up an EMP Shotgun, and walked back to the range.

Bulkhead looked at me in slight surprise. "Arcee told you she has sisters?" his voice mirrored his expression as he threw two energy cells to me.

I loaded the EMP Shotgun and before answering Bulkhead's question. The recoil on the EMP was substantial and so was the damage it caused. I saw five or six grapefruit-sized holes in the target drone, but I liked my Scatter-Blaster more. It had similar damage and was semi-automatic.

I handed the empty energy cells and the EMP Shotgun to Bulkhead, "Yes she did, she also said Chromia was slightly obsessed with big guns," I said recalling our conversation in Antarctica.

Bulkhead gave a fond laugh, "That's true. I remember that when she and Ironhide were courting, the weapons range was their most frequent rendezvous. Of course, that was after over half the entire Wrecker unit finally managed to convince Ironhide to ask her out," Bulkhead laughed again.

"Over half your entire unit? Stubborn much?" I asked, as I considered what weapon I was going to use next.

"When he's under fire Ironhide is the calmest mech you'll ever meet, but when it comes to femmes he had been the most stubborn mech you'll ever meet," Bulkhead said with a smile on his faceplate.

I picked up a smaller version of my Scatter-Blaster from the floor and took the energy cell Bulkhead offered me, "So how'd you convince him?" I asked.

"We had to pull a... What do humans call it, um..." Bulkhead snapped his digits and continued, "Intervention! That's it. Wheeljack, one of my buddies named Springer, and I got all the off-duty Wreckers together in the conference room. Then we commed Ironhide and had him report to the conference room. Once he arrived we locked the door behind him and each told fake sob stories about how he was being so stubborn that he was affecting all of us. We even got our commander Sandstorm in on it." Bulkhead laughed at the memory he was describing. "We kept him in the conference room so long that we got Ironhide to sign a contract saying he would ask Chromia out!"

That part made laugh and miss my target.

"Ironhide still hasn't thanked us for that," Bulkhead finished with a small laugh as I handed the Scatter-Blaster over to him.

We didn't say anything else for half a breem. I tested eight more Neutron ARs, two EMP Shotguns and five Photon Burst Rilfes before one of us spoke.

"You know... I can't recall another Bot that found out about Arcee's sisters from her faster than you," Bulkhead said curiously as he handed me six energy cells for the weapon I held in my left servo. It was remarkably similar to a human M-32 MGL.

"What's the big deal about that?" I asked, as I started loading each energy cell into a separate cylinder.

"Well it's... it's not like her. She hasn't seen either of her sisters since the war ended and she'll never say it out loud, but it causes her pain to be away from them for so long. Arcee rarely talks about her sisters, and when she does it's just a passing phrase. Pit, we had been on Earth for five orbital-cycles before she even mentioned more than their names in front of me," Bulkhead said, before looking me in the optic. "For her to even tell you she has sisters, let alone tell you that one of her sisters has a sparkmate... That means she either trusts you, or respects you quite a bit."

I ignored the way my spark reacted to the thought of Arcee trusting me more she would most other Bots, and shot the grenade launcher at the target drone. The result was what you'd expect, a mid-sized explosion that caused a good deal of damage to the target drone.

"Huh," was my short response to Bulkhead's words, after I had emptied all six cylinders in the grenade lanucher.

Bulkhead gave me a strange look at my very short response, but he didn't say anything about it as I gave him the empty energy cells along with the grenade launcher.

I picked out another weapon to test faster than usual, it looked like a more bulky and less streamlined version of my Chaingun.

"What is this?" I asked Bulkhead, in a subtle effort to change the subjet back to weapons.

If Bulkhead knew I was trying to change the subject he didn't show it. "That is a X-18 Scrapmaker. It was a prototype at the end of the war and I think your Chaingun is an updated version of it," he said, as he tossed me an energy cell and crossed his servos over his chestplates.

I loaded the energy cell into the Scrapmaker and fired at the target drone. Bulkhead saying that my Chaingun was an updated version of this was an accurate statement. It sounded almost identical and fired at nearly the same rate. The only difference I saw was that it was more like a spray and pray weapon, while my Chaingun was more precise. Also, when I hit the target drone it caused a bit more damage than my Chaingun.

Once the X-18 clicked empty, I tossed it to Bulkhead and walked over to the other weapons.

"How many more were you planning on testing?" Bulkhead asked and set the Scrapmaker on the ground next to the other weapons I had already tested.

"I don't know, maybe until we finish the testing," I said with a shrug, while not taking my focus off the weapons in front of me.

Bulkhead and I spent the next three and a half breems down in the Safe. I tested the weapons, Bulkhead gave me the energy cells, and when I had the occasional faulty weapon I set it by the elevator. In all forty-two Neutron ARs, eight X-18 Scrapmakers, four grenade launchers, thirteen Photon Burst Rifles, nine EMP Shotguns, three sniper rifles and two Scatter-Blasters were going to be added to the armory. I helped Bulkhead bring up the first batch of tested weapons up to the armory, and after Bulkhead thanked me for the help, I went to my quarters for some energon.

I was sitting with my pedes on the desk with a nearly finished cube of energon in my servo, it had only been a half a breem since I helped Bulkhead and I was bored out of my CPU. I already had used the washracks, and gotten a lot of target practice while I helped Bulkhead. Searching for something interesting on the internet was also not an option, I had already read everything that caught my interest while I was confined in the med-bay. Not even cleaning my own weapons was an option since they were already in pristine condition. I finally decided that sitting here wasn't going to give me an idea about what I could do. I finished off my cube of energon, walked out of my quarters, and started toward the ops center.

Ratchet was standing in his usual spot in front of the workstation when I entered the ops center. Looking over toward the catwalk, I saw Raf sitting on the couch in front of the TV. He was looking at the floor and had an unusually bummed-out look on his face. Raf didn't get sad easily so whatever was bothering him must be significant.

I made my way over toward Raf. I don't think he knew someone was approaching since his eyes never turned from where he was looking at the floor. Even after I stopped walking and had been standing behind the catwalk where Raf was sitting for a klick, he never gave any indication that I was there. It took a lot of effort to not notice a Cybertronian my size standing next to you.

"What's bothering you Raf?" I asked after another klick of silence.

Raf yelled in surprise, and turned to look at me with an alarmed look on his face. He let out a relieved sigh when he saw who had spoken, "How'd you sneak up on me like that?"

I rose an optic ridge at his question, "You were so out of it The Loch Ness Monster, Bigfoot, a Tyrannosaurus Rex and Chuck Norris could have been having a breakdancing contest right in front if you and you wouldn't have noticed," I said. "Now, what's bothering you?" I repeated my question, and crossed my servos.

Raf rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit he picked up from Jack. "Well... Bumblebee went on a mission with Optimus, Moonracer and Prowl," Raf paused and glanced at the ground bridge in obvious sadness, "And he was going to play video games with me," he said, and then looked down at the floor in disappointment.

I could tell that Bumblebee leaving to go on a mission wasn't really what he was sad about. "We both know there's more to what's bothering you Raf," I said, and leaned down slightly so I was closer to his level.

The brown haired boy sighed, "How are you always so perceptive?" he asked weakly, and let himself drop down on the couch.

"Teaching me how to be perceptive was one of the few things my human father taught me," I said in response, and waited for Raf to say what really was bothering him.

He seemed to collect his thoughts before speaking again, "Earlier today, my family made an important decision without asking what I thought about it," Raf finally said, and rolled on to his left side.

"What was the decision?" I asked quietly.

"They decided that all of us are going up to Boston for my cousin's wedding," Raf said with a heavy sigh.

I didn't say anything for a few micro-klicks. My human mother and father had been only children, and beyond grandparents I never had an extended family. "Is this cousin close to you and your family?" I asked, and gave Ratchet a brief glance as he walked toward the med-bay.

Raf scoffed, "He's close to everyone except me. Whenever I try to have a conversation with him, he treats me as if I'm a five-year old." I could hear the anger in his voice as he said this.

"Have you told your family you don't want to go up to Boston?" Raf didn't say that yet, but I knew he was going to eventually.

"I did, but they didn't listen! I had practically screamed at them I didn't want to go, but I have five brothers and sisters. Sometimes I can yell all I want to get their attention and no one will hear me," Raf had started his short rant with a furious tone, but his tone was a lot more sad than angry by the time he finished talking.

"How about singling out each of them out, and explaining that you want to stay in Jasper instead of going to Boston," I suggested.

Raf shook his head, "That won't work. My family has a strict time-schedule and we usually only see each other during breakfast and dinner," Raf said, and went into a sitting position on the couch.

"Raf, do your parents have their own computers?" I asked, after neither of us had said anything for several klicks.

"Yeah, my brothers and sisters have their own computers as well, but what's that got to do with my problem?" Raf asked with a confused look on his face.

I smiled slightly, "You're a hacker Raf. If they won't listen to you when your entire family is in the same room..." I let my sentence hang.

Raf kept looking at me in confusion for a moment, then he widened his eyes. "I can put a message on their computers saying that I don't want to go to Boston!" he said with realization in his voice.

"Exactly," I said with an affirmative nod, and started to walk back to my quarters since Raf was now in a better mood.

"Hey wait!" the young boy said to me after I had only taken a few steps.

I stopped and turned back to look at Raf.

"Two things. First, thanks for your help and listening. Second... Do you want to play some Forza? Bumblebee won't be back for awhile, and Arcee took Jack and Miko back to their houses for some reason," Raf said, and pointed a thumb over his shoulder at the Xbox.

After considering it for a micro-klick I shrugged, "Alright, I was trying to find something to do earlier anyway." I transformed into my MRAP alt mode, and materialized my holoform next to Raf.

Except for the military style buzz-cut, My holoform looked exactly as I did when I was a human. This was the first time I had ever used my holoform, and it was very disorientating. Have you ever held a video camera up to your eye and watched a film clip without closing your other eye? It was a lot like that. I was looking through human eyes, and the much more clear and crisp vision of Cybertronian optics at the same time.

I shook my holoform's head in an effort to get rid of some disorientation, "This is so weird," I said, and looked at Raf.

"What is?" Raf asked, and tossed my holoform a controller as he started up Forza.

"Me being in a holoform. I'm looking through my optics, but I'm also looking through human eyes. It's going to take some getting used to," I said, while powering up the controller in my holoform's hands.

"Good, it'll be easier for me to win while you're disorientated," Raf said confidently.

"We'll see about that," I said, and waited for Raf to choose his car before picking out my own.

Two breems and forty five klicks later, I was standing next to the lone tree at the top of the base. Raf and I had played Forza until Ratchet bridged Moonracer, Bumblebee, Prowl and Optimus back to base.

Their mission was very beneficial, they had discovered an energon stash hidden long ago by Autobots. Optimus had recruited Bulkhead and I to help transport the energon to base. It took all of us -excluding Ratchet and Arcee- nearly a breem to gather all of the energon from the stash.

Ratchet logged every energon storage container we brought through the ground bridge. When we finally emptied the energon stash, Ratchet's count was at five-hundred and one. That was by far the largest energon haul we had since I became a Cybertronian. It was enough energon to last the eight of us one orbital-cyle when we factored in repairing injuries, our basic need of two energon cubes every solar-cycle, power for the base and using the ground bridge.

After all the energon had been stored, Bumblebee took my place playing Forza with Raf, and I came up here to simply enjoy the view of the stars and the surrounding canyon. I hadn't been up here since my last talk with the Thirteen. Speaking of which, I wonder why I haven't spoken with any of them since Solus dropped the bomb about she and Megatronus being sparkmates.

I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard the human-sized elevator activate. I turned around in time to see Jack calmly step out of the elevator. Miko, however, was practically running at full speed. She cleared the elevator door and looked up at the night-sky in excitement.

"What's the rush?" I asked Miko, as both of them as they approached where I was standing.

"Raf said there was supposed to be a meteor shower tonight! I've always wanted to see one, but never got the chance in Tokyo because of all the lights. Has it started yet!" Miko asked, as she continued to frantically search the sky.

"Raf said we still have about ten minutes until it starts, Miko," Jack said, and shook his head slightly in amusement at Miko's antics.

I glanced at the human elevator behind Jack before I asked, "Anyone else coming up?"

Jack nodded, "Raf and Bumblebee are finishing up one last race. Miko asked Bulkhead, but he's still got a few things to do before he can come up. Arcee said she'll be up soon. She's trying to find some telescopes that Miko, Raf and I can use." As if Jack's words were some que, I heard the bot-sized elevator activate, and a few micro-klicks later I saw Arcee and Bumblebee walk out with Raf on Bumblebee's shoulder-joint.

Miko ran up to Arcee excitedly, "Did you find any telescopes? Come on, we don't have all night, it could start at any second!" she said urgently.

Arcee rolled her optics and crouched down to Miko's level. "I could only find two, and since Raf needed one, you and Jack will both have to use this," she said, and gave Miko a small telescope.

Miko grabbed the telescope out of Arcee's servo and ran toward the tree without saying a word.

"You're welcome," Arcee said dryly, and stood back to her full height.

Jack looked at his guardian apologetically, "Sorry about Miko, but thanks for the telescope Arcee," he said, and walked over to Miko.

Bumblebee looked over at Raf on his shoulder-joint. "How much time do we have before it starts?" he asked the youngest human present at the moment, as we followed Jack and Miko to the tree.

Raf looked at the clock on his phone and answered. "Right about..." There was a faint crackling sound similar to a campfire that momentarily interrupted Raf. "... Now," the boy finished, and looked up at the night sky at the same time we stopped next to Miko and Jack.

The rest of us looked up at the sky after Raf did. The meteor shower had certainly started... and it was incredible. It seemed like the sky was constantly in movement as several meteors every micro-klick were entering Earth's atmosphere before disintegrating. The trails the meteors were leaving behind varied in color, some were white, and others were yellow or blue, and occasionally red and green.

I heard a soft *Thunk* near the base of my pedes. I looked down and saw that Miko had dropped the telescope in her hands. She didn't seem to notice as the expression on her face was one of pure awe. Jack had a similar look on his face, but not to the same extreme as Miko. I looked over at Bumblebee and Raf as they pointed at a particularly bright meteor, before turning my attention to Arcee.

She was looking up at the sky like everyone else, but it seemed like she wasn't watching the meteor shower. It looked more as if she was looking for something beyond the meteor shower. I recalled Bulkhead's conversation with me about how it caused Arcee pain to be separated from her sisters for so long.

"You're thinking about Chromia and Elita-One aren't you?" I asked her quietly, so as not to disturb the others while they watched the meteor shower.

"Yeah, it's strange to be away from them for so long. I'm always wondering where they are, what they did this cycle and when I'll see them again. I'd give anything to sit down with them again and just talk," Arcee said in a quiet and wistful tone. She turned toward me, "What about you? Do you think about your brothers very much?" She looked me straight in the optics as she asked this.

I quickly looked back up at the sky, seeming to be in thought, but I actually just wanted to prevent my spark from fluttering. "Not as much as you think about your sisters I suspect, but sometimes yeah. I've already accepted the fact I'll probably never see them again, but everything they taught me is always on my CPU," I said, and lightly tapped the silver mark on the side of my helm.

Arcee and I didn't speak for several klicks. In fact, no one else seemed to be talking either. When they did, it was barely audible to anyone other than the person next to them. We all simply watched the meteor shower.

I heard the bot-sized elevator get called down to a lower level. Less than a klick later I heard it return to our level. I didn't need to turn around to know Bulkhead had just arrived. The Wrecker appeared in my peripheral vision a moment later as he went to stand next to Miko.

"How much did I miss?" I heard Bulkhead ask her in a whisper, and leaned down to offer her and Jack a spot on his shoulder-joints.

"You missed a lot! What took you so long!" Miko scolded softly.

"Traffic," he joked, and stifled a laugh when Miko playfully punched his armor and then shook her hand at the pain that action likely brought.

I was about to tease Miko for what she just did, when an unusually bright blue-green meteor got my attention. It was lasting much longer than the other meteors we had seen, and it seemed to be slowing down.

"What is that?" Arcee asked when the anomaly caught her attention as well.

The faint sounds of conversation died with Arcee's words, and we all followed the path of the unusual meteor warily. The meteor continued burning across the night sky, its light was significant enough to drown out a few stars. Suddenly, the meteor shifted its path in a different direction... directly at Arcee and I.

"Down!" I yelled, and I saw Bulkhead leap to the side just before I half-pushed and half-tackled Arcee to the ground to get us out of the immediate path of what we now knew couldn't possibly be a meteor.

Whatever was falling out of the sky hit the ground right where Arcee and I had just been standing, slid another fifty meters or so and stopped. None of us moved as we looked at the object that had almost offlined Arcee and I. It looked to be Cybertronian in origin. It was cone-like in shape and was relativity small by our standards and was still glowing red-hot from atmospheric reentry.

Jack voiced all out thoughts with one word in an astonished voice, "Damn."

What Jack said seemed to snap me back to reality, and I noticed that I was laying on the ground next to Arcee with a servo wrapped around her tank area, I quickly removed my servo and stood up as I felt my cooling fans activate quietly.

"Thanks," Arcee said as I gave her a helping servo up, she was either ignoring that we had just been in an intimate position, or she was too focused on the object to have noticed.

"Everyone alright?" I asked and looked to where I saw Bulkhead leap earlier, but the impact from the object had created a smoke cloud that I couldn't see through.

The Wrecker emerged from behind the smoke with Jack and Miko in separate servos, "We're good," he said, and set the humans he was carrying down on the ground.

"Raf and I are okay," I heard Bumblebee say from behind me.

"I'm good," Jack said, and pulled his shirt over his nose and mouth.

"That... was... AWESOME!" Miko yelled while she pumped her fist in the air. This caused her to go in a coughing fit and she also pulled part of her shirt over her nose and mouth.

I face-palmed at Miko's words and shook my helm. It seemed like nothing could deter her from being excited about something. That was both a good thing and a bad thing, a good thing because it took a lot to dampen her sprit. And a bad thing since it somtimes made her look naive, or just not care about anything.

Arcee looked at Jack, Raf and Miko, "Stay here. We're going to go find out what almost crushed us is," she said, and waved the rest us to follow her to the smoking object.

When we got a bit closer I saw what looked to be small engines fitted on the side facing us. A small door was on the opposite side.

"It could be a storage pod," Bumblebee said, when he saw the door.

"Or it could be a trap, unless you've forgotten about the scraplets," Bulkhead said. Bumblebee shivered as the Wrecker mentioned the scraplets.

"There's only one way to find out. Shadowstreaker, open the door," Arcee ordered, and transformed one of her servos into a modified Photon Burst Rifle that she recently replaced her old blaster for.

Bulkhead and Bumblebee followed her example, and aimed their own weapons at the door.

I deployed my Chaingun, and went over to the door to search for the locking mechanism. Once I found it, I looked at the others with a question written in my optics 'Are you ready?' They nodded at my silent question, and I hit the button that would open the door.

The result was nearly instantaneous. Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee recoiled as if stuck by some invisible blow, and lowered their weapons. Each of their mouths were open slightly in shock.

Curious to know what had shocked them so much, I walked closer to them and turned to look inside as well, my expression quickly mirrored my fellow Autobots. Looking out at us in uncertainty and a small amount of fear... was a sparkling.

Why yes, that is a large cliffhanger. And you probably thought I was going to end that chapter in some corny way.

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Holoform, A Holoform *When explained in it's most simple terms* is a hologram made out of solid light that allows Cybertronians *Particularly Autobots* to interact with humans while not revealing their true nature. However, Holoforms have a limited range of only about fifty meters from the alt mode of the Cybertronian using the Holoform.

Tank = Stomach.

Courting = Dating.

This chapter's credit song is "Skillet - Alien Youth" I only picked it because of the first thirty-one seconds (Trust me it suits how I left this chapter very well), but it's a good song, maybe you should listen to the whole thing.