A/N: Things will hopefully start to pick up these next chapters... :D

Swirlspot: Yeah, the TV Show is called Transformers; Prime. And, of course, Megatron IS bad, but (Spoiler alert to some) Megatron turns good after being possesed by Unicron. Yeah, most writers have a signature-type thing that they all do at the end of their stories, maybe this could be mine? XD
The walls of the Autobot base are blocking signals, such as their spark-signatures, so it muted Darkflame's signal. She still got the signal, albeit very weakly. And why would I postpone? :) Reviews make me want to update faster :D

Optimus Prime11: I am so flattered! Thank you so much! And don't envy, my first chapters were rather bad, at least in my Warriors story. And you should have seen my writing when I first started out, before I ever posted stuff on Fanfiction... One word, HORRIBLE! It's just practice and, of course, I grew older and learned how to actually spell XD

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Darkflame's P.O.V.

I was woken by the faint thrumming of a helicopter flying away. Yawning widely, I slowly lifted my helm, expecting a quick burst of pain through my helm as usual. It didn't come. I stood quickly. No nauseousness in my tanks like normal. Elated, I spun around, clicking my mandibles together softly.

Wheeljack entered the room, a smile on his lip components. "Hey girl, how do ya feel now?" He smacked my neck, and I churred. "Much better, Autobot. You have clearly done something to take away the pain."

He laughed, despite not knowing what I meant. "Maybe another flight is in order?"

I nodded. Crouching, I allowed him onto my back before exiting the room. I head straight to the small tunnel that led outside, going through it quickly. Once outside, I basked in the sunlight for a few moments before unfurling my large metallic wings.

With a short roar, I leaped into the air, dipping happily at Wheeljack's whoop. I pirouetted, twirling my wings gracefully around me.

I entered a large cloud, beating my wings quickly to stay in place. The cloud dispersed, and I dove helm-first toward the earth.

Wheeljack let out a long yell, which began to turn into a scream as I swooped up, barely a wing-length from the earth.

I chortled at him, clicking my mandibles together. "Aw, if you couldn't fly you'd scream too if you were plummeting toward hard ground!" Wheeljack said, kicking my side.

It didn't hurt.

I landed, shaking him off in fake irritation. Folding my wings away, I stared out across the plain.

The young femme was dumped roughly out of the sack, landing beside Fireflare and Starshine, who was whimpering.

"It's okay, come." The blue femme whispered comfortingly, pulling Starshine close. Fireflare kept nearby, guarding the two."Darkflame!" He whispered, motioning the older blue femme over. "Look!" He pointed at a Predaconian tail. And not just any Predaconian tail, a DRACONIAN tail.

"It must be the King's guard!" Fireflare whispered. "But Sire said he wouldn't make us have guard anymore!" Darkflame protested, watching as the tail was drawn silently behind a rock.

The Avians started their meal, not caring really what happened to the younglings chained to stakes nearby.

"Who cares if your Sire said that?! We're going to be rescued!" Fireflare whispered quietly, optics wide.

"True..."

Darkflame said. "We should distract the Avians somehow, so the guard can come over here and rescue us."

She pulled a small throwing dagger out of her subspace. "How good can you throw this?"

"Pretty good." Fireflare said, grabbing it. He aimed at the Avian that seemed in charge. The dagger hurled through the air... and bounced off the thick armor.

Darkflame smacked her servo against her faceplates. "Seriously? Aim for the weaker parts!"

Fireflare shrugged. "It worked, right?"

The Avians were looking about perplexedly, before shrugging and going back to their meal. Darkflame readied her dagger.

"Wait!" Starshine suddenly said, who had been watching silently the whole time. "Maybe you should throw it past them, so they go look what it was."

The two older ones looked at each, then groaned. "That would have been so much better!"

Darkflame hurled the dagger, and it clattered loudly against the rocks opposite the Avians.

Most of them got up, weapons ready, and headed for the noise.

The three waited. A palace guard darted around the corner, slipping into their cove in the rocks. He easily broke the locks, and picked up both princesses. Fireflare followed closely behind as they escaped the camp.

"That was close" Starshine whispered, grinning widely at Darkflame. "Yes, it was."

Darkflame leaped out of the rescuers arms once they were a safe distance away, transforming smoothly and flying into the air beside Fireflare.

"Hey, w-"

I was jerked out of my memory loop by Wheeljack's shout. "Hey! Dragon! You okay up there?" I looked at the white Autobot, blinking slowly, until finally nodding.

If that was me... then I could transform, right?! I thought excitedly, grinning widely at Wheeljack. "Whoah, what's up?" He stepped back, wary of my strange behavior.

Transform! Transform! My plates shifted, then settled back into place. I growled, and my plates shifted again, only to settle back into place.

"You... you're trying to transform, aren't you?!" Wheeljack said excitedly, walking around me. I nodded, plates shifted again.

"Ok, it's like, you picture yourself changing shape in your helm, ok?"

I followed his advice, picturing every single little detail... I transformed, staring at my servos in wonder.

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Wheeljack raced into the base, I following right behind him. I was back into my Predacon form, for we wanted to suprise the other Autobots.

"Quick! Everyone! Dragon has something AMAZING to show you!" Wheeljack hollered, as the Autobots gathered.

"Ok, ready girl?" Wheeljack said, backing up to leave me room in the already cramped base. I nodded. "Then go!"

I transformed slowly, watching the shock and awe on the faceplates around me. Bumblebee made a choking noise, and Ratchet's mouth was gaping open.

"Greetings, Autobots." I said, smiling softly at them.

"HOW. IN PRIMUS' NAME?!" Ratchet said, running over to examine me. He lifted my servo, spreading my clawed digits wide. "This... this is amazing!"

He pulled on my tail, noting carefully each detail.

"Could you always do this?" Optimus Prime asked, coming to my side. I shook my helm. "Yes, but I had forgotten. Spending many decades frozen in ice will do that to your memory files."

Arcee looked me up and down. I was much taller, a little taller then Optimus's helm. "Well, at least I'll get another femme in the base." She said drily.

I chuckled. "I shall do my best to be friends."

Nightsteel simply shook her head. "Imagine all the Decepticon secrets we could tell now!" Bulkhead nodded in agreement.

"I was not privy to much on the Nemesis, so I can not tell much. But I shall do my best." I said, turning a knowing orange optic onto Nightsteel.

She squirmed.

"First, I shall start when I first joined the Decepticons..."

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A/N: Ahhh... who was suprised by this?! :D :D :D :D :D

Probably no one, but, who knows?

Hope ya enjoyed!

May StarClan guide your path!