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I faced Nightsteel, long-bladed sword in my servos, her twin short-bladed swords in hers.

Without saying a word, we both leaped into action, swords clashing together, sparks flying.

She attacked from two places at once, one sword slashing down from above and the other stabbing upwards toward my tanks. I grasped the lower sword in my servo, ignoring the Energon that seeped from the cut it made, and with my sword I knocked her first one away.

Her sword still in my grasp, I yanked it free, using her own weapon against her. Nightsteel grunted under the strain of holding my swords up, with me bearing down on top of her.

Wheeljack, who was passing by, said, "I expected more, Darkflame."

I grunted, shoving down with all my strength, easily knocking Nightsteel down. I held my sword point to her neck, calling out to Wheeljack's back; "Then come and spar with me, if you think I can do more."

Wheeljack turned half-way. "I would, ya know, but we're expecting a visit from Fowler, and I want to be out of here when that happens."

"Who is this... Foul Man?" I asked, letting Nightsteel back and tossing her sword to her. She yelped, leaping to the side to avoid being pierced with the blade.

Wheeljack chuckled. "A human who thinks he's greater than he actually is."

I grinned softly. "Sounds like one Seeker I know of."

He let out a laugh. "Ha! Starscream, I bet. Say... Fowler doesn't know of our most recent addition to our ranks... want to play a prank?"

-Timeskip: Few hours later-

I stood near Optimus in bot mode, speaking softly as I kept track of the Foul Man's process.

"He is currently two miles away." I told Wheeljack, turning back to the Prime and telling him of the Nemesis.

Wheeljack chuckled at my words, rubbing his servos together gleefully like a naughty sparkling. "This is gonna be good!"

Optimus looked at me in question. "What is?"

"Wheeljack asked me to join him in what he called a prank on this Foul Man." I replied, but from Wheeljack's choked expression I probably should have said something else. "I-It's not even really a prank, per se..." Wheeljack said nervously, giving me a glare.

"And what would this prank be?" Optimus asked, laughter in his optics.

I explained, just as the Foul Man landed on the roof with his helicopter. "He is here."

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Fowler waited impatiently as the elevator rumbled downwards. The Autobots had once again been rather reckless, why couldn't those aliens go to some other planet to fight on, like Mars?

The elevator dinged, the door squeaking as it slid open. The base was dark. Empty. "PRIME?!" Fowler bellowed. It echoed slightly. "If you have all gone out to... pancake another minimall!..."

Fowler stomped out into the main area of the human-sized platform, peering around. The elevator behind slid shut. He began to notice the claws marks. They decorated the floor and walls, and faintly glowing Energon was everywhere.

He gulped, beginning to back slowly up. "Going somewhere?" The smooth femine voice, purely alien, behind said, and he whirled, facing a sharp-teethed grinning Cybertronian.

"Uh... since when did you join the team?" Fowler asked nervously. He sorely wished that signals could reach inside the base as of that moment.

"Hmm, not long ago... I enjoyed the team..." The femme licked her lips, bringing her clawed hand closer to him.

"I've always wondered how humans taste..."

Fowler let out a squeak, frozen in place. He hadn't been in any action for so long, and now he was regretting it...

The femme transformed into a purely terrifying dragon-like beast. It roared, and Fowler screamed. A high-pitched, girly scream.

The dragon transformed again as the lights flickered on, the claw marks and Energon disappearing as they did.

Fowler looked around, confused. "W-what?" The femme laughed. "I am Darkflame, pleased to meet you, Foul Man."

The rest of the Autobots walked out from various places, whole and unharmed. "You took that a bit more farther then you had said, Darkflame." Prime said rather sternly, but anyone could see the laughter in his eyes.

Fowler scowled. "You bots do realise you have a Predacon in your midst?"

"Of course!" Wheeljack laughed, smacking Darkflame on the back. "She's a good addition, eh Fowler?"

Wheeljack pulled a small orb out of his subspace, a screen flickering to life above it. On the screen played Fowler's reaction.

His startled face screamed over and over. "Alright, that's enough!" Ratchet said, much to Fowler's relief, as he grabbed it away.

"Hey!" Wheeljack complained.

"I hope I did not scare you too much, Foul Man." Darkflame said, poking him gently.

"Ow! You didn't. I knew it was all a prank the whole time... and it's FOWLER."

"Of course," Darkflame said. She turned to Wheeljack. "By the way, I have another holographic image projector of the Foul Man's reaction for you."

Fowler scowled. This would suck.

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A/N: Fowler has always been a rather bratty charactar for me XD

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