A/N: Here's the first chapter for this week! The second will be out soon, maybe tomorrow or the day after? :D Let me tell you, it's AWESOME to be back writing again! :D :D :D :D :D

NordicAutobotGirl: Well, it WAS kinda rushed because I was in a hurry... hopefully this chapter will be more full and satisfying!

Swirlspot: Ya... maybe...

Char: Glad you love it! (SPOILER ALERT) Yes, she's going to fall in love with someone. But I'm not going to say who... :D

Darkflame's P.O.V.

The annoying feeling of something small and wet landing on me woke me. My helm pounded, and I looked around irritably for the source of the wet stuff. To my astonishment, it was the sky! The normally blue sky was now covered in dark clouds, and from them, poured the irritating wetness.

This never happened on Harsen! Alarmed, I raced for the entrance, slipping and skidding in the mushy, slimy ground. I nearly fell, but spread my wings out in time to balance myself. I continued running for the entrance, albeit more carefully now, and smacked my helm against the top of the entrance. Growling angrily, I padded-more like stomped-into the base, dripping wet.

Wheeljack's first look at me had him laughing, and soon, others were chuckling as well. I narrowed my optics at Wheeljack, then stalked over to him, shaking myself and showering him with the wetness as well.

"Darkflame! Come on!" I grinned a toothy grin at him, transforming so I could speak. "You did laugh at me. 'Tis only fair."

"'TIS? What kinda word is that?! And you can't take a joke?" Wheeljack flung water off his arms onto me again. "Have you never seen rain before?"

"Rain? Is that what the water from the sky is called?" Wheeljack nodded. "It's rained on Cybertron before... so you would've seen rain before." Bulkhead said. Arcee broke in before anyone else could speak. "But that was acid rain, and it didn't come too often either."

I listened to them talk about it for a moment, then said, "But I was never on Cybertron." Instantly all talk ceased. "What?" Ratchet looked up from his work. "I thought all Cybertrons, Predacon or other, orginated on Cybertron."

"No, me and my family didn't. Whether my ancestors were there or not, I do not know." I shrugged, very aware of all the astounded stares I was receiving. Water dripped off my armor, plinking down onto the ground below me, creating a awkward dink dink that broke the silence.

"So... where did you live then?" Arcee asked. The others nodded in agreement. "Harsen." "Harsen?" They echoed, looking at either Ratchet or Optimus, who had been watching quietly this whole time. "I am not familiar with the name..." Ratchet said, looking at Optimus. "I recall a planet, not far from Cybertron, but obscure and little known. I heard it's name once, from a travelling merchant when I was still Orion... he mentioned it being a death planet, and called it Harsen."

I nodded. "The Predaconians were territorial, even about a whole planet, and when I left, we were currently engaged in a battle against the Avians. I wonder what happened now?..." The last part was intended mostly for myself, but it was still loud in the silence.

"So what was the war about?" Bulkhead asked, leaning forward. "The Draconians, my family, have ruled over vast regions of Harsen for centuries. The Avians were the lower class, and were tired of working so hard for little things. They rose up against the Draconians, and we've been fighting ever since."

"How many Avians and Draconians were there?" Wheeljack asked. "Seems to me that if the Draconians were just one family (No offense, Darkflame,) Then wouldn't they be beaten rather quick?"

"No, when I say 'family', I mean a whole species, really." Just then, Ratchet's computer pinged, alerting us to a Decepticon sighting. "May I go this time?" I asked Ratchet, optics wide.

He scanned me. "No."

"No?"

"No."

"No?"

"NO!"

I shuffled over to him, talking quietly, even though everyone else was leaving already. "Then may I go outside again?"

Ratchet opened his mouth to reply, but a loud thump outside the base interrupted him. "Darkflame! I have brought some of my soldiers with me, so you may meet each other!" Dunebreaker's yell made Ratchet scowl. "Yes, you may, but no fighting of any sort, and keep that hooligan out of this base!"

I nodded a swiftly exited the building, smacking straight into Dunebreaker. "Why are you in here? Let's go outside!" I said, pushing past his larger bulk. "I have brought some-""Yes, I know, soldiers for me to meet."

I stepped into blinding sunlight, until my optics adjusted swiftly, and I took in the sight of three new Predacons. I couldn't help but grin; more Predacons!" Dunebreaker stepped forward. "Darkflame, this is Acidic." He pointed to a red Predacon with green trim. "And this is Sundrop." A female Predacon stepped forward. She had purple armor, and yellow flames on her servos and peds. "And last but not least, my own son! Desertstorm, meet Darkflame!" Desertstorm looked me up and down, and a wary look crept into his optics.

"Greetings, Acidic, Sundrop, and Desertstorm." I gave each of them a half-bow. They returned it.

"Now, if any of you hurt Darkflame, you shall suffer my wrath!" He breathed a breath of fire out, then turned to me. I quickly put on a straight face. "Shall we meet Ratchet?" The others cheered, crowding forwards toward the tunnel. "Wait!" I called. "You're not supposed to go in-"

Ratchet's angry howl cut through the air. "DARKFLAME!? MORE PREDACONS?!"

A/N: Ok, so this may have been a bit short, but another chapter is coming, probably tomorrow, so be patient :D

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