A/N: This is so depressing... yesterday morning, I started on this chapter. I worked on it for two and half hours, and then it all got randomly deleted! I was right at the end!

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I literally turned off Fanfiction and didn't go on for the rest of the day.

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AH WELL!

Swirlspot: They don't know that Darkflame's the lost princess. They just know that they're looking for the lost heir. But there's another reason, but I don't want to say yet... :D

NordicAutobotGirl: I fixed the last chapter's mistakes for you! :D And, when I finish a chapter, I have a bad habit of forgetting to re-read it. But, I do get a little excited. Not majorly, though XD

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Darkflame's P.O.V.

The two Predacons leaped at each other, metal clashing as they collided. Claws flashed in the sun, and snarls ripped through the air. I watched from the sidelines, enjoying it all. "Be careful!" Dunebreaker called, standing beside me. "We don't want to go to Lokin after practice!"

He was seemingly ignored, but I noticed a gentler approach to each other then before, if fighting Predacons could be called GENTLE.

We continued watching for a moment, then Dunebreaker turned to me. "I would like to show you something. Come." He roared an order to Acidic, Desertstorm, and Sundrop. They seperated, venting strongly, frames covered in dust. Sundrop had a large scratch on her shoulder.

"We fly!" We leaped into the air, Dunebreaker motioning me up on his right side. "Are we coming back?" I yelled, looking backwards to the rapidly receding Autobot base. The combination of the wind and metallic wings flapping drowned out my words, however, so I fell silent.

After a while of flying, we reached a small mountainous region. Inbetween the mountains was a valley. I knew, because I had flown over this portion a few times when I was still trapped aboard the Nemesis. I also knew the valley was empty. But I should have expected this. Many, many Predacons of all shapes and sizes and colors flew, walked, and spoke below me. I dipped lower, my faceplates stretching into a wide grin.

Dunebreaker led us toward a large, fancy structure in the middle of the valley. He roared, and the Predacons below parted swiftly. We landed, and walked closer to the structure. On closer inspection, the 'tent' was a building made of a unique metallic material.

I then noticed Dunebreaker had entered the building. Not sure if I should join him or not, I looked around uncertainly. Many pairs of optics were on me, and I felt uncomfortable. Just as I was deciding to enter the building whether or not, Dunebreaker's helm poked out of the doorway. "Come, there is someone who wants to see you."

Apprehensively, I entered, drawing my plating closer to me. I first, I did not notice the Predacon at the front of the room. I first noticed the paintings. They were of Harsen, more specifically, of Terracox. My spark ached to be back in Terracox again, then Dunebreaker interrupted my thoughts with a low hiss.

THEN I saw the Predacon.

Her optics were wide with shock, as were mine. I stepped toward her. "St-" Everything went black.

Unknown's P.O.V.

I signed the datapad, then tossed it aside with a vent. The Avians had been difficult lately, and my rations needed replenishing. The knowledge that Decepticons and Autobots were present on this planet didn't help. I wanted my army to stay hidden from the Cybertronians for the time-being, but it was hard. Sooner or later they would know, and I wasn't sure what either side would think.

Dunebreaker called from outside the door, requesting entrance. "Enter." I replied. He did so, bowing, then straightened quickly. "Your Highness, I have someone here to see you."

"Did he come to me, or did you bring him?" I asked, staring at Dunebreaker. "Well, I wanted to show her to you, actually. She was living with the Autobots, fighting against the Decepticons."

Interest piqued, I said, "Bring her in to me."

Dunebreaker quickly called her in, and the first sight of her made my spark soar. Darkflame! Her paintjob was the same as always, her orange optics shining still. I stood quietly, holding back tears. She didn't seem to notice me at first, but instead looked at my paintings. Then Dunebreaker hissed, and she turned. Her optics seemed to burst with happiness.

I stepped forward again, and she began to walk toward me. There was only a few steps left when she began to say my name, then collapsed.

No one's P.O.V.

Dunebreaker immediately leaped into action, calling guards in. Starshine collapsed by her sister, stroking her helm and crying her name softly over and over. Darkflame's limbs would jerk slightly everynow and then, and her optics were static.

"Fly through the desert to the Autobot base, I've left a scent trail straight to it's doorway. Follow it, and bring back with you the rust and white colored Autobot. His scent is sharp, like Lokin's. Go swiftly, and do not harm any other Autobots unless absolutely necessary!" The Predacon nodded, snapping open huge wings and flying away.

"You!" Dunebreaker called the next guard over. "Get Lokin, immediately!"

He then turned back to Darkflame's still form, wrapping his wing around Starshine. "It's okay, Lokin is coming, and I'm also sending out for the Autobot medic. Chances are, this has happened before, so he'll know what to do."

Ratchet vented harshly, slamming his fisted servo down beside the computer. "Fragged-up earth tech!" His screen glitched as if in response. He vented again, wishing Darkflame was here so he had someone to talk to or yell at. Speaking of Darkflame... He looked at the machine she had fixed, then picked it up. It was good, despite a few loose pieces.

It was expected, with her big digits.

Then he heard her. She was entering through the tunnel, wings scraping the top, tail lightly hitting the sides... "Darkflame." He begin, turning, still holding the machine. "This is-" He choked on his on words when he saw the Predacon. This was NOT Darkflame. Taller, much taller, with six legs. Huge wings, very huge. Four optics.

The Predacon spread his large grey wings, dark red streaks all over them. Ratchet couldn't help but think it looked like human blood. Ratchet spun around, reaching for the alarm button. It would bring Prime's team at full tilt. He hoped. The small machine shattered all over the floor.

Denta clamped around his ped, dragging him back, away from his console. But he hit it. He hit the button. "Stop! Frag off, Predacon!" Ratchet landed a well-aimed kick to it's muzzle, and it released him, hissing a warning. He raced for the berthrooms, hoping to reach someone's in time. He ran down the hall... he ran... he slid to a stop, looking at his leg the Predacon had bit. It was fine, save for the scratch marks.

He looked up at the advancing Predacon. "What do you want?" Ratchet called, transforming his servo into a buzzsaw. It snorted, motioning at Darkflame's door. "You want Darkflame?" It snorted again, tossing its head toward the door several times.

Ratchet stayed in place, not understanding. It transformed, stalking toward him. It reach for his arm, and he waved his buzzsaw threateningly at it. It easily evaded the saw, grabbing his upper arm so he couldn't saw him. Seeing the hopelessness. His buzzsaw became a servo once more, and the Predacon transformed, picking him up with the first two peds.

It ran out the door, flying swiftly away. Primus help me. Ratchet thought.

Ratchet's base alert pinged at the back of Prime's helm. He looked up from the last crystal of Energon he was holding. His team looked at him as well, and he knew that they had been pinged as well. They pushed the carts of Energon quickly through the ground bridge that appeared at the push of the alarm button.

They entered the room. No Ratchet. His little machine he had Darkflame remake lay shattered all over the floor. Everyone's hands were blasters, and the ground bridge closed behind them. The room was eerily quiet, and Optimus was reaching his servo for his comm when Ratchet suddenly called. Answering the call, Optimus put it on speaker.

"Optimus." It was Ratchet. "Listen, I'm fine. A Predacon's taking me somewhere though, I don't know where. Darkflame left with Dunebreaker and three others a while ago, then this one came in and grabbed me."

"I don't know what's up, but I'm fine. I'll be back, I know which way we're headed. And-Oh, sweet Primus!"

Optimus felt chills run down his spinal strut at the note in Ratchet's last words. "What is it?"

"Predacons. Many, many Predacons! Optimus, you know Stolker's Valley?"

"Yes."

"That's where they are. It's FULL of Predacons, Optimus! I thought they were all dead! Don't bother coming, you won't be able to do anything."

The connection was suddenly cut, and the faceplates of Prime's team was grave. "We have to do something!" Bulkhead said.

Arcee nodded.

"Rest assured, we will." Optimus said, walking over to the console and opening a ground bridge a few miles from the valley. "Why so far away, Optimus?" Wheeljack said. "Why not closer, so we can get there faster?"

"Yeah!" Bumblebee beeped.

"We do not want to create a scene, and it would be best not to suddenly appear in the middle or edge of a large crowd of Predacons." The Prime merely said, walking into the ground bridge.

"Oooooohhh."

Flashback:

Starshine made her two toys roll down the 'aisle' on the tiny wheels that were situated in the tiny peds. 'Flower, you can buy this spicy Energon for late-meal. Sky, you can have the sweet stuff.' She said.

Darkflame moaned, her two toys given to her for the moment by Starshine laying passed out in the middle of the 'store'. 'I don't like this, Starshine. We've been playing this for two joors! Can we please play something else?'

The younger sister looked at the older one. 'What would you play?' She asked. 'Can we play army?'

Starshine said nothing, just put her playstore away. Getting the rest of her lucans out, she began to line them up in opposing lines. 'Yes!' Darkflame cheered, laying down beside her sister.

Together, they made the opposing sides roll towards each other, then 'fight.'

'Love you.' Starshine whispered.

'Love you too, sis.' Darkflame replied.

Darkflame watched as her sister put long, dangly audio-piercings into her audios. 'Darkflame, can you help me with this pearl strand?' Starshine said, holding out a long strand of cream-colored pearls. 'Sure.'

She helped Starshine drape them around and over her horn, the near-invisible strands holding the pearls together making it look like the pearls were floating.

'You look beautiful.' Darkflame said happily. Starshine grinned. 'Here, put these on.' She held out eight diamond piercings. Darkflame smiled. 'They're pretty. Thanks!' Starshine nodded, placing four in each audio.

'Let's go.'

They strode out together, making a large contrast to each other. Starshine, light blue with white highlights and underplates, soft pink optics, draped in pearls. Darkflame, blue with black flames over her faceplates, peds, and chassis and bright orange optics. Yet the two sisters were as close as could be.

A/N: I think I'll end it there. :D Hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review, and follow and favorite!

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