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Aliena laid down on the berth in their new home, she sighed gratefully, her day having been far too long. Optimus followed her in and laid next to her, "Are you alright?"

She shook her head, "Not really, but there's nothing you can do about it."

He sighed, "Its Galvatron, isn't it?"

She nodded, "I just, I don't know how I'm going to accept him, at all. I know you need me too, I know Cybertron does too but…uh…I sound like a broken record today."

Optimus smiled sadly and held her close, "It is understandable, I understand. Change of such magnitude cannot occur spontaneously but you are at least trying." There were a few moments of silence between them before he spoke again, "I told him that we were Sparkmates."

Her optics widened slightly but didn't react otherwise, "Oh? How did that go?"

Optimus laughed, "I think I have finally confused him."

She laughed and turned, kissing him, "Well, if that was your goal, congrats."

He returned it before kissing the top of her helm. "For the next few solar cycles at least I will keep Galvatron near me, so you need not worry for a bit."

She sighed, "Thank you Optimus. I just need some time to gather myself."

"I figured." She tucked her helm into his neck, venting quietly. "Ultra Magnus has patrol in the Kalis, it would be best if you go with him."

Aliena picked up her helm slightly, worry dancing in her optics, "Why, what's wrong?"

He began to stroke her wings, "Nothing is wrong, but some of the old political leaders returned today."

She blinked and gently pushed his servo away, "Is there something wrong with that? I mean, I can understand if there's some resentment but…?"

Optimus shook his helm as he answered, a slight strain on his voice, "No, but their ideas still remain intact even though they know that Cybertron will not follow them anymore. I'm afraid they are very persistent to meet you. And I know from experience that they can be quite nerve racking as you would say."

She nodded, "Ah."

"And as of right now we both have other things that need to be focused on, not fending off their old ideas." Aliena nodded tiredly, optics drifting closed.

Optimus watched her nod off to recharge, smiling gently and resting his helm by hers.


Aliena flew next to Ultra Magnus as they patrolled, Knockout cruising on the other side of him. An earlier patrol by the Aerialbots had spotted what could be a lab. Aliena landed and transformed, blaster armed as the two mechs drew near. She cautiously entered the building, Ultra Magnus following with Knockout behind him. Knockout asked, slightly trembling, "Why am I here again?"

Aliena nodded towards the lone door at the end of the room and carefully crept towards it, answering Knockout quietly, "Because, last time we found a lab and accessed the computers, they blew up. Maybe they won't do that if a Decepticon, or former Decepticon activates them."

Knockout pouted, "I hate you, this could ruin my finish if this doesn't work."

Aliena rolled her optics, "Consider it payback for turning Optimus against me."

"That was your own fault for ditching your exam."

She shrugged, "You think I'm going to give you the break I never gave Ratchet?"

Knockout growled, "One can always hope."

Aliena smirked and shook her helm before her face fell again as Ultra Magnus rounded on the door, kicking it open. They all held their breath as they entered. The room was black when they entered but immediately lit up revealing what they thought it was, a lab.

"Hmm." Knockout hummed, quite interested as he wandered over to the console. He activated it and started shifting through its files.

Aliena looked around the room, which was empty bar the consoles and two doors. She nodded for Ultra Magnus to take the right and she moved left. Entering the room she was surprised to find nothing more than a few supplies, "A storage closet."

Sifting through some of the crates and boxes, hoping to something of interest, turned out nothing. A few precision tools for something akin to surgery and some extra wires and what could be circuit boards for the consoles but nothing else.

"Aliena Prime." Ultra Magnus called.

She sighed, really wishing he wouldn't be so formal and just call her Aliena. It was hard enough to remember that her name had changed let alone adding on the addition to Prime. Shoot, she called Optimus, Prime sometimes. It threw her off when someone called her that.

"Yeah?" She asked as she walked into the right hand room, optics narrowing instantly.

A tank was empty and open but golden-yellow liquid still remained at the bottom of the tank. Ultra Magnus turned to her, "It appears that there are defiantly more Predacons being made."

Aliena looked at the empty chamber with sadness before a second tank caught her optic. It was closed and filled to the top with the liquid. Curious, she called out to Knockout in the other room, "Knockout, there's an empty tank but it's full of liquid. Do you have any idea what Shockwave was planning?"

He entered the room, pulling up some files on that room's console. "My best guess is that he was planning on starting another clone but left just before he could begin the process."

Ultra Magnus looked at the open and empty tank, "But it appears that he already succeeded making one."

Knockout nodded, "Yes, from his logs I suspect that he left right after he opened its tank."

Aliena leaned over looking at the screen, "Does it say where he's going? Or even what labs he still has in operation or any new labs?"

Knockout shook his helm, "If he kept that information here, it was scrubbed."

She sighed but nodded, "Is there anything else on there?"

Knockout was quiet for a minute as he sifted through the files before he finally answered, "No, nothing except coordinates to a hot spot for bones."

She looked at the coordinates and frowned, mumbling, "Predaking will want to know about this."

Knockout looked at her, "What's did you say?"

"Nothing." She turned, "If there's nothing else here we may as well leave."

Knockout frowned, "No, you said something about Predaking or Preda-something."

Aliena didn't answer him but instead stopped by the open tank, "Is there anything I can use to carry some of this in?" She asked, fingering some of the liquid. "Something like a test tube or the like?"

Ultra Magnus blinked, looking around the room, and Knockout handed her a vile. She scooped some of the liquid inside before capping it and leaving.


A screen was brightly lit and a lone Autobot stood in the communications room, which was connected with Earth at this present moment. Ratchet squinted at the vile held between Aliena's forefinger thumb. "What are you holding?"

"Was hoping you would come take a look." She not-really answered. "Found it in a tank that once housed a Predacon."

Ratchet's optics grew wide, "You mean the CNA that Shockwave used to create Cybermatter?"

She shrugged, "Probably. You were super interested in it before, I figured that you'd still be."

He nodded, "I am. I'll bridge over tomorrow and take a look."

She smiled, "I'll see if I can drag Optimus back to Earth for a visit then."

"Good, Jayce needs you for a bit."

Her smile fell slightly, "Well then I'll defiantly drag him back, politicians can wait."

His optic ridge raised slightly, "So they finally came back huh?"

She nodded, "Yeah, Optimus is actually making excuses for me to ditch them."

Ratchet laughed, "Depending on who returned, I can fully understand why."

"Yeah," Aliena smiled, "he told me he wasn't too fond of some of them. Unfortunately it's only a matter of time. But thanks Ratchet, I have to go though."

"Oh? Where do you have to go in such a hurry?"

"I, need to talk to a friend about the empty tank, he needs to know."

Ratchet nodded understandingly before the connection ended.

She walked out of the room, vial safely tucked back into her subspace, where she ran into Silverbolt. "Aliena! Optimus is looking for you."

"Oh, why?"

Silverbolt shrugged, "Haven't a clue, but my best guess is that he wants you to meet the new bots."

She sighed but nodded, "Alright. Um, can you tell him that I'll meet up with him in an hour or so…I need to talk with someone else first."

He nodded, "No problem."

"Thanks."

She walked away until the doors swished open to the outside and transformed, looping around Iacon before she set a course for Kaon. On the flight over she laughed quietly to herself. With how much she was constantly flying over to the hated city, she might as well move in, she was probably there almost as often as Iacon. Landing on the large runway on Darkmount, she waited for Predaking—knowing he saw her fly over.

Soon enough, his large for filled her view and a small smile graced her. "Aliena Prime, what are you here for?" He wasn't rude, but he certainly wasn't softly spoken.

She frowned again, "We found another one of Shockwave's labs." He growled lowly but she continued. "There were signs that he cloned another Predacon but when we got there the chamber and lab was empty. My only guess is that the Predacon was fully grown and Shockwave left as soon as he was grown."

Predaking scowled, "So why are you here if you do not have the Predacon? I cannot track him down without a scent, and you do not have his scent."

She sighed, "Because Knockout was able to activate the computers without blowing them up." She paused, hating to tell him this, "He found one of his entries marking a 'hot spot' for Predacon bones."

There was a tense moment between the two before Predaking's demeanor changed from slightly angry to downright furious, servos clenching so hard she heard the metal groan. Predaking hissed between gritted denta, "He is desecrating what little remains of m ancestor's remains?!"

Aliena took an absent minded half step back as she nodded, "That's the most likely option."

"Then I will move and bury them deep so that they will no longer be disturbed by him or Unicron."

She put a servo on his arm, lips tight, "I'm sorry." She whispered before transforming.

The flight back to Iacon was silent for her, her mind and thoughts uncharaterically quite, when she reached her new home she found Optimus waiting outside. Her tanks churned slightly, worried that something had come up. "Is everything ok?" She asked quickly as she transformed.

He frowned, "Nothing is wrong but I'm afraid that you will not appreciate this."

Her spark stopped for a moment, "What is it?"

Optimus stood straight, servos clenched by his sides. "It's time for you to meet the former rulers."

She stiffened and stood straighter, lips pressed in worry, "Why do I need to meet them? They're no longer in charge."

Optimus sighed heavily, "I am unable to lead Cybertron alone and you do not possess the capability at this time to help politically. As thus, they are the best suited to be a temporary counsel until a new counsel can be set up."

She looked at him longingly, "How long will that be?"

"I hope not long but…thing of this matter can take some time."

"Glorious." She sighed.

They walked through the city, building glistening in the sun's light while the ground seemed glow, giving light to the darker corners. However it was still quiet, despite it being something equivalent to mid-day, this being due to the fact that many Cybertronians hadn't returned yet and many more never would. Aliena took in the sights around her as she walked with Optimus, enjoying the peace and tranquility in the momentary break from her new normal crazy.

Optimus turned and smiled slightly at Aliena as she looked around, as if truly seeing for the first time what she had helped rebuild. However, it fell as the Political Hall came into view, tanks churning at what lay ahead of them. They were only three, but they were of course three of the firmest in the old ways. He sighed, why couldn't Halogen or Drivetrain have come instead? Because Halogen was offlined and no one's heard from Drivetrain since the war apexed. His thoughts chastised him.

They arrived at the Hall and Aliena pressed into him slightly as they immediately entered the large room. It looks like a Catholic cathedral rather than a debate chamber, Aliena mused. She followed Optimus to a long table and stood next to him, waiting. A minute later a door opened and three, perturbed looking, mechs walked out. They stared at her and she at them for a long minute.

One mech was primarily golden with variations of yellow along with a few red highlights on his servos and joints. He stood about to Optimus' low shoulder plating. The mech to his left was primarily dark orange with brow/tan accents and golden shoulder pads and helm, and what seemed like a small white beard. And the last mech to the far right was the same height as the first and was black and grey with teal accents.

The moment passed and the golden mech spoke, "So, you're the new Prime…you're barely past your last youngling orns."

The grey mech raised an optic ridge at Optimus, "Was it wise to bond with someone so young?"

Optimus scowled, "I'm not that old."

The orange mech sighed, "Excuse their rudeness, Optimus and Aliena Prime. I am Avalon." He gestured to his right at the golden mech, "This is Levitacus and that is Longarm." He finished nodding to the black and grey mech.

Aliena frowned slightly and tried to smile but it looked forced. "Nice to meet you."

Longarm looked at her with a skeptical optic, "Optimus has informed us that you were raised off-world, did your creator or sire ever mention what caste they were from?"

Optimus growled lowly, warningly, at him—at them all, "It does not matter what caste they were from as they no longer exist."

He looked at Optimus with surprising calm, optic ridges raised only slightly as if in amusement. "I meant it as no offence, merely as a question, given that she is our new Prime—I figured we were entitled to know something about her past."

"That is none of your concern." Optimus almost hissed.

Levitacus broke into the beginning argument, "While her past is none of our concern, I do believe what you are doing now is. Along with helping to rebuild Cybertron I presume there is more you do."

They all looked at her expectantly and she choked to say something, "I—lead the, seekers and flyers that have returned."

"She is also the Predacon's representative."

Avalon frowned, "Is it wise to let them roam Cybertron free? They are beasts, if a took a cataclysm to wipe them out-"

"Then you're going to create one to do it again?" Aliena asked harshly, trying to refrain from snapping at them. "Look, I know at least one personally. Just leave him and them alone and there won't be much trouble from his pack."

"So there are more not in his control." Longarm said like he was trying to unravel some complex puzzle or mystery.

Aliena rolled her optics with a sigh, "I think so but we don't know. For goodness sakes, haven't you read the reports? Because it sounded like you did up 'till now."

"We did," Levitacus said calmly, "but we are concerned about the harm that those who are not under this Predaking's control could so to the refugees."

Aliena sighed, "One, they're not refugees anymore, their home and there isn't a war anymore. And two, that's why we're patrolling, so we can hopefully find those that Shockwave has cloned and take them back to Predaking."

Longarm seemed skeptical but Avalon and Levitacus nodded. The doors to the Hall suddenly opened and a very large mech walked in, Aliena almost sighed in relief as the three mechs stiffened with scowls. "Megatron." Longarm growled.

Levitacus frowned distastefully, "I never thought I'd see you in here again."

Galvatron bared his pointed denta a bit before he turned to Optimus, "Ratchet said he was ready." He glared at the high caste mechs and sneered, "If you don't mind, I'll take my leave."

He nodded at Optimus and left.

Avalon looked at Optimus curiously, "What is your medical officer ready for?"

Aliena pointed out the door with both servos, switching between her pointer figure and thumb in her nervousness. "Probably just something I found on the last patrol. No biggie. I'll, just go see him now."

They watched her quickly leave and Levitacus said, slightly confused, "She does not act like a normal Cybertronian….I have yet to hear her speak it either, does she even know it?"

Optimus sighed internally but said calmly, "No, she grew up amongst the humans of Earth. She had no Cybertronian contact until she met my team. It is understandable for her to act differently, and I would not want it otherwise."

Optimus left them in varying amounts of disapproval. He met up Aliena, intercepting her course to the Space Bridge. "Is everything ok?"

He smiled, "Everything is fine, though if you would follow me."

She looked at him quizzically and started to follow, "I was already headed to the Space Bridge. What are you up too?"

He smiled again, "Something, you'll see in a minute."

"Is this a good something or a bad something?"

Optimus looked at her flatly, "Why would I take you someplace bad?"

"Let me think…not five minutes ago?" There was a beat before she said, "So we're going somewhere then."

He sighed, "Please, just follow me."

She smiled and followed him deeper into Iacon until they were just outside the Space Bridge station but didn't see Ratchet waiting like she had expected. She stopped just short of it, mind turning. "Are, we going to Earth?" She asked hopefully.

Optimus turned and smiled, "Yes, are you coming?"

"Yes! Oh my gosh yes!" She ran past him, grabbing his servo and practically dragging him in. They met Galvatron, Bee, Arcee and Bulkhead inside.

Arcee smiled, "Ready to go?"

The Space Bridge opened and they walked through to find Ratchet waiting on the other side but no one else present. Aliena looked around, "Where's Jayce?"

Ratchet smirked and nodded down the hallway leading to a storage room that also held the human quarters. She smiled and switched her forms, running down the hallway.

Optimus watched her leave, smiling happily, when Bee asked, "Where are the other kids?"

"Nurse Darby is picking them up from school, to give you some time to arrive. What is he doing here?" Ratchet asked, pointing at Galvatron.

Optimus set a reassuring servo on his shoulder pads, "It is alright, old friend. He is welcomed back onto Cybertron but is, on a parole of sorts."

"More like I'm being sparklingsat." Galvatron muttered.

Bee glared, "Be grateful it isn't anything worse."

Galvatron intaked, doing his best to suppress a glare, and looked around the hanger. "So this is where you relocated, I thought Starscream destroyed it. Well he bungled it again."

Bulkhead frowned before he smirked a bit and nodded at Optimus, "He and Aliena repainted this hanger and the mess hall."

Galvatron smirked at Optimus, "And the deception continues. Maybe bonding with the human did something good after all."

Optimus held his classical expressionless look while the others dispersed a bit to wait for the kids return.

Arcee grinned and sat on a crate, "I could use a little time to relax."

Bee walked up to Optimus who stood near the door watching the soldiers move about outside and said, "She needed this, time away and visit her brother."

Optimus nodded, "I know, I hate to take her back after only a few days."

Bee sighed and looked down the hallway which she had yet to return from, "Yeah, well that'll come in a few days…she's not the only one who needs a rest."

Optimus didn't look at the new warrior as he answered, "I will be fine Bumblebee."

Bee frowned, "That's not it Optimus. We've, you've been fighting a war for orns and now that it's over we're all rebuilding Cybertron. And you're not just helping to rebuild, you're trying to get a new counsel established and who knows what else all at once. You haven't had a real rest since the war began."

Optimus looked at Bee, "Neither have you."

Bee frowned, "Sure I have, I've had plenty of days to slack off and goof around. You haven't, however. Sure a day or hour here and there with Jemina but nothing substantial."

Optimus sighed, "I will be fine Bumblebee, thank you for your concern but it is not needed."

Bee scowled, "Ok look, you can either go find Je-uhm-Aliena and have some fun and relax, or I can call Ratchet. And I know he'll side with me."

Optimus mentally growled, Bumblebee, a small frown showing and Bee just crossed his arms—waiting. Finally he sighed and turned away from the door, "Alright, I will go find Aliena."

Bee smirked triumphantly.

*O*O*O*O*O*O*O*

Jemina quietly ran down the hallway to the human sized rooms where Jayce's was located. As silently as possible, she opened the door and peeked in. His room was an utter mess, cars, papers, pencils, trains and clothes littered the floor and she couldn't help but sigh quietly. Figures. Why would I expect him to keep his room clean while I was gone when he can't even do that when I'm here? She opened the door a little more and saw him sitting at his desk, talking to himself while he was trying to drive a Hot Wheel and color at the same time. She figured the coloring aspect wasn't going quite so well but he was contently babbling away.

Pushing the door open all the way she stepped in, "Hey Jayce."

He instantly stopped talking and put both car and pencil halted. He turned, face blank in disbelief before it broke into a wide smile and practically leapt out of his chair. "Jeeeeminaaaaa!"

"Hey." She smiled as she hugged him close, he doing his best to give her a death hug. "How ya been doin'?"

"I missed you! Why were you gone so long? What happened? Is Cybertron rebuilt yet? Can I come with you?! It's boring here without you guys."

Jemina laughed sadly, "I missed you too Jayce."

Jayce then squirmed out of her arms and dragged her over to a messy pile of papers on the floor, "Look what I drew! It's Optimus, you, me, Bee and Raf!"

Jemina took it and smiled at the terribly drawn stick and box figures, "It's beautiful Jayce."

He pulled her deeper into his room, she trying to dance around his a strewn toys, until they reached his stuffed animal covered bed and plopped down in the unmade covers. "Bartholomew missed you!" He grinned as he held up a tiger the size of his head.

She hugged him, "I missed him too."

Optimus silently watched the pair interact and smiled, waiting a moment before stepping into view, "Hello Jayce."

Jayce's face lit up again and he ran over to him, "Optimus! You're back!"

Optimus fondly hugged the younger Archer. "Yes, we will be here for a little while."


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