Alright! We got Cooper, Ion, and Kicker all in the same place! Time to get some arguing done and fanboy attitudes abound!

Ion: What does that even mean?

I don't know. Good, probably. Anyway.

CHAPTAH!

STARTO!

Kicker examined himself in the mirror of his second room. It was more private than his 'water room' as he and his sister called it. While the water room was basically just a wide open space with a bed, the second room was compacted into the human barracks, where the humans lived in the city. It was smaller, and had a loft he could go up into.

He brushed his hair from out of his face. It was long now, and he half-considered cutting it, but figured Sally would pitch a fit if she couldn't brush his hair anymore. He pulled it back and tied it with a band that his mother gave him, shaking the ponytail back and forth. He then examined the suit he now wore, tracing the blue and red decorations, the seams of the armor, and especially the red crest on the right side, though he supposed it was the left really. He paused and let his hands gently slide over the face, remembering the image in the sky on Cybertron.

'This...is mine now.' His arms wrapped around him, and Kicker stared at the image in the mirror. He gently peeled off his right glove, staring at the pink rawness of the skin.

[FLASHBACK]

Kicker woke up to a beeping noise, and saw Ion, his mother, and Sally all gathered around him. He was lying in a hospital bed, in the human medical wing.

"Oh thank Primus! He lives!" Ion cried dramatically. Miranda sat on the side of his bed and hugged Kicker, sniffling loudly.

"I was so worried, Kicker." Kicker felt his face go red, and slowly returned the hug. Sally smacked his arm.

"You shoulda known better than to go racing out when there was trouble! Lucky for us Optimus came and saved you!" Kicker looked up at the leader, who tilted his head in a shrug. Kicker sighed, then yelped when Sally touched his hand to get his attention. He looked and saw that the skin on his palms was a bright red, and looked to Ion for an explanation.

"I think you creating that net of energy may have been a bit much for you. You burned yourself trying to protect yourself." She said, shrugging. Kicker winced as Sally poked the skin, then tried to curl his fingers.

"Ow..." Being an IVA was going to suck.

[END FLASHBACK]

'IVA...Interstellar Vigorous Ascendant. What Ion is...what I am now..." Kicker thought, putting his glove back on. After he'd been cleared to leave, both his mother and Optimus had scolded him, with Ion and Sally watching. He'd only seen the bot known as Ironhide once, watching him from across the hall, but had yet to talk to him formally.

Kicker exited his room, just as Ironhide came around the corner. They stood staring at each other, before Kicker looked away. 'He probably doesn't like me, after I yelled at him like that.'

"So, Kicker." The brunette looked up in surprise. "Things were hectic yesterday, and I know you were just trying to help and all, but I wanna make sure everything is clear." Ironhide was rubbing the back of his helm. "I've heard stories about you, and your amazing abilities helping to find Energon." Of course. He must want a demonstration. "But I think it's even cooler that you're considered part of Optimus' team, and after hearing Optimus talk about you, I decided I want to get to know you, and you know, be your friend and stuff. If that's okay?"

Kicker stared in shock, before his eyes were met by Ironhide's. Without warning, he was hit with a vision.

'Does it still hurt?' Pain, burning, harsh...

'No.' A lie, bad, bad, bad.

A low chuckle. 'You're really terrible at lying, you know that?'

Cold pressing into his skin, cold but with warm intentions...

"Kicker?" The human jumped when he realized he'd been completely deaf to what Ironhide had said. He swayed unsteadily, until Ironhide's hand came up around his waist. "Hey, you look like you're gonna fall, are you alright?" Kicker breathed in deeply - and let his foot swing into Ironhide's servo hard. The mech jumped in shock, yowling as he clutched at the dented metal of his palm. "WHY YOU-!"

He stopped when he realized Kicked was now peering at him from the next corner, eyes trained on him intently. "What? What're you staring at me for?" Kicker disappeared around the corner just as sirens began to blare.

'ATTENTION ALL OCEAN CITY INHABITANTS! PLEASE ASSEMBLE IN SECTOR 14-A!' The alarms stopped soon enough, but Kicker's ears still rung as he ran towards the meeting hall. When he got into the room, the Decepticon known as Tidal Wave was onscreen, covered in the cat-bots from before. The Con was muttering his name over and over again, like a mantra of some sort. Kicker was pulled backwards, before turning and seeing his mother. Sally grabbed onto his arm, and he shuffled to stand slightly in front of her.

Ion watched him from her perch on top of Prime's head. She then looked back to the screen. Rad zoomed in on one of the cats, and the room filled with murmurs as they watched it devour some Energon and a green star shape appeared on it's back.

HotShot was stunned, and his voice choked as he tried to speak. "T-They're eating Energon." Optimus narrowed his optics.

"It looks that way." Kicker glanced at Demolisher, who stared at the screen in blank horror. The Decepticons had little understanding of friendship or loyalty, but when it came down to it they did care for each other, in their own twisted way. And Tidal Wave had been one of the strongest Decepticons out there. If those strange bots were able to bring him down...

Alexis, standing on one of the floating platforms, rose up in front of the screen, switching the image of Tidal Wave floating unconcious in space to the Earth symbol. "What you have just witnessed was the latest satellite transmission we've recieved from Cyber City on Mars, that was attacked yesterday. Obviously, those Transformers were after our Energon, Optimus." The Prime nodded, and it was then that Kicker noticed in front of him a boy with spiked orange hair and a notebook, busily scribbling. Kicker had never seen this boy before and leaned slightly to get a better view of what he was doing, Sally pulling back on his arm.

"Go on, Alexis." Optimus urged.

She nodded. "We've scanned our data base, and deduced that our enemy is a high-tech pact of androids called 'Terracons'." She swerved the platform around and typed something quickly. "Though where they come exactly, we still haven't been able to pinpoint."

Optimus stepped forward. "And if that's the case, then we can assume that their next target will be the Energon mines here on Earth."

Alexis did not turn around. "And you'd be correct. But..." She did turn, staring at him. "We have a serious problem, because we're bound by the Earth Federation Treaty. Under Section forty-seven F, it states that Transformers shall not take up arms against other Transformers."

Kicker couldn't believe what he was hearing. He lunged forward, Sally letting go of his arm, and the boy in front of him being startled into dropping his pen and paper as the brunette cried out right next to his ear.

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Every pair of eyes turned to him, and lucky for Kicker he didn't back down easily. "So what are we supposed to do, just sit back and watch?" He scowled in rage. Ion jumped up from her perch and hovered over the Prime. Sally muttered to her brother, "Cool it, Kicker."

He jumped from the balcony, onto Demolisher's shoulder, then off HotShot's forehead, (payback for earlier, when they'd found out it was Ion who raised the city and the yellow mech did not apologize for his accusations.) off Demolisher's cannon, onto a bright yellow mech's head, and landed on the platform with Alexis, who grabbed the railing as it shook. "KICKER!" She yelled, not wanting to have to scold him in front of an entire city.

"Answer me!" He growled, fist raised. Alexis stared at him in surprise, then turned away clutching her right arm.

"We have rules we must follow." She opened her eyes, staring at nothing. "And while certain rules don't make sense, we can't attack unless we're under a serious threat. To organize a first-strike assault would clearly be a violation of our treaty. Sorry Kicker." He thrust his hand out in anger, agitated to no end.

"AH, PLEASE! Give me a break, Alexis, don't you get it? We're like sitting ducks here-" Whatever else Kicker had to say was cut off in a startled yelp as he was picked up between Prime's fingers and held from the ground. The bot had his fingers pinching the jetpack on the human's back carefully, staring at Kicker scoldingly. "HEY! Would ya put me down, Optimus?" The bot did not respond, continuing to stare at him, until Kicker began to squirm under it. "Come on, I'm serious!"

Alexis moved her platform away, towards the crowd, as Optimus held Kicker at bay. "Unfortunately, that leaves us with only one clear-cut option: to evacuate immediately." There were gasps and murmurs from the human crowd, as well as the bots. Ocean City had been submerged for almost ten years. It had become their home, their refuge from danger. Cooper took note of the reactions, scribbling a new page already. "Otherwise, we can't guarantee the safety of anyone here on Earth."

Kicker felt his blood boil; leave? The only place he could ever truly call home? "FORGET IT! I'm not going ANYWHERE! Cause Earth is my home!" He struggled hard in Optimus' grip. Besides, there was still that... "And I'll take on these flying creeps myself!" He roared, his throat starting to hurt from all the screaming he'd been doing lately.

HotShot looked over at Ironhide and shrugged with a smirk. Ironhide stared as Kicker continued trying to free himself.

"What's his problem?" Ion floated over the rookie. Optimus watched the boy for a few more moments, before addressing Alexis.

"Alexis?" She turned with a confused noise. "Don't worry about Kicker. He can stay behind with my men and I." Kicker finally went still after the declaration.

"But...Optimus." The leader gave her a strong look.

"Trust me. He'll be safe with us, and besides we need him because of his ability to detect Energon." At her worried look, he added. "And I promise you, we will not violate the treaty. We are here to defend Earth, not to attack our enemy."

Alexis smiled after hearing this. "You're right. I really doubt anyone could convince Kicker to leave here, Optimus." He looked up at her.

"You know, you just might be right about that." She opened her eyes, watching the leader of the bots who protected her world.

"Hey, thanks a lot. And you be careful." Optimus nodded.

"Right." He then lifted his hand, staring at the wriggling boy who was trying once again for freedom. "And as for you, you'd better follow orders!" He snapped, losing his patience.

"Bite me!" Kicker let his foot swing and ram hard into the Prime's hand. Optimus was glad he'd gained an immunity to the boy's kicks, because if he had been another bot he would've dropped the human out of shock. As it was, he gently put the teen down, and waited a few seconds for Kicker to take off before sighing.

"That boy..." Ironhide watched with distaste, and turned to his superior.

"Uh, sir, if I may?" Optimus turned to him. "Why do you let him kick you like that? Isn't it disrespectful to you?" Optimus stared, then began to chuckle.

"Ironhide, I learned that about Kicker the first time I met him."

Ironhide tilted his head in confusion. "What's that, sir?" Optimus stared after the boy, watching as he disappeared from sight.

"He only kicks the ones he likes." Ironhide's eyes widened. 'So then...' Back when he was kicked, 'That was him saying yes?' Ion laughed in answer.

[A[B[C]D]E]

In the water room, just below the surface of the water, Kicker had a small cube in his hands, a panel in the wall open. Optimus wasn't quiet as he entered the room, nor did Kicker acknowledge having heard him. The firetruck came to a stop beside him, and if the room was just a bit bigger, Prime probably could have transformed.

The brunette pressed a small button on the bottom, and a screen popped up from the cube, showing him, Optimus, and Ion all on a sandy beach somewhere on Earth. Ion was dressed in a green two-piece, Kicker was in dark blue shorts, and both were hanging off the Prime in ridiculous poses. Kicker was about five.

"I wish..." Kicker began, but cut himself off. Optimus did not press the issue. He knew what Kicker was going to say.

After a few moments, Optimus backed up out of the room, transformed, and walked off. Kicker was left sitting by himself, the reflections from the water casting patterns on his wall.

[F[G[H]I]J]

A while later, Kicker was standing on the edge of a platform, watching as cars and trucks full of people formed a line out the gate. He saw his mother and Sally being led into a car with Alexis. They looked back at him for a few moments.

"You stay outta trouble, okay Kicker?" Sally shouted at him. He smiled and leaned to call back to her. "Don't worry about me; just go!" They finally got in, and were the last to leave.

"How sweet. The older brother is a shining knight to his princess little sister, and valiantly stays at guard!" Kicker convulsed in shock and turned, seeing the boy from before standing next to him. He was wearing a blue jacket, grey sweatpants, and blue shoes.

"E-Excuse me?" The boy smiled and leaned in so closely to his face Kicker was afraid they'd end up accidently kissing. He noticed that the boy's green eyes were flecked through with spots of blue.

"Oh, don't mind me. I'm just spouting nonsense. By the way, are you by any chance Chad 'Kicker' Jones?" Kicker backed away, on edge.

"How do you know my full name?" The boy hummed in excitement as he began to scribble again in his journal.

"A good reporter knows all the little details, my good fellow! Like how you prefer strawberry soda to orange, or how you like mild cheddar cheese on your pizza." Kicker blinked several times. "Is it true that you have the ability to detect Energon?"

He nodded, frowning; great, another kid who'd make fun of him. The boy hummed again, scribbling. "And is it true that you prefer to ride the motorcycle type minicon known as HighWire, as apposed to riding in one of the Autobots?" Now throughly confused Kicker nodded to that. "And is it also true that you like pranks on the Autobots, accompanied by the mysterious Ion?"

Kicker narrowed his eyes. "How do you know about Ion?" The boy pulled out a pair of glasses, reading the stuff he'd written down. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"

The boy pulled out a small recorder, clicking it on and pointing it towards Kicker. "Earlier yesterday afternoon, you were witnessed by several persons to have blasted five Terracons with an energy shockwave known only to be emitted by Transformers. How do you respond?" Kicker finally lost it; he kicked the recorder out of the boy's hand.

"Where are your parents? Do they allow you to run around bothering people like this on a daily basis?" He snarled. The boy was not looking at him anymore, but instead at the ground. He turned after a moment, and spoke with his back to Kicker.

"I don't have parents anymore." Kicker felt his agitation drain.

"What?" The boy walked over to where his recorder lay, still in one piece.

"They were reporters, doing a cover story on the Mars base when it was-" He cut off, letting Kicker fill in the rest. "They didn't make it. I learned about it just the other day. I'm training to be a reporter just like them, and I figured I'd do a story on this...mess, whatever, and dedicate it to their memory." Kicker slumped, feeling low. The boy picked up the recorder and brushed it off. "They told me a good reporter never backs down when the story gets rough, and I'm willing to stay behind and document every step from now on."

Kicker winced. "I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." The boy turned around, then looked up at the sky.

"It's okay. When I think about something my mom always said, I feel better about it. 'Even though a person might be gone from your side, they'll never be gone from your heart'. She said that to me when my grandmother died." He finally looked back at Kicker. "By the way, my name is Cooper DeBellerio. Nice to meet you, okay?" He held out his hand, and Kicker shook it carefully.

"Thanks. And Cooper, if you're going to cover this story, then I'll be there to protect you. Got it?" Cooper smiled and nodded. A series of clangs alerted them to Ironhide walking up to them.

"Hey." Kicker winced again. He rubbed the back of his head. "Ironhide, about before-" The bot cut him off by holding up his hand. "Optimus explained it to me." Kicker stared in surprise, and sighed with a relieved smile.

"Oh good, that means I don't have to apologize-" He was cut off again, this time by Ironhide's fist planting into the ground beside him. Cooper had the most hysterical look on his face.

"LIKE SLAG IT DOES!" Ironhide roared comically. "No one just kicks me and gets away with it!" Kicker looked away, his arms crossed behind his head with a pout.

"But it symbolizes us being friends, I don't see why you're still mad." The mech growled, and was interrupted by Cooper. "Wait. You kick the people you consider your friends?" Kicker turned to him with a grin. "Yes, would you like a demonstration?" Ironhide screamed at him. "STOP IGNORING ME!"

Kicker broke into laughter, clutching his stomach, as Ironhide fumed, and Cooper looked back and forth between the two. After a few moments, Ironhide got up and walked off, snarling to himself about 'stupid humans'. Kicker and Cooper went inside, walking towards the human barracks.

"How did your parents become reporters Cooper?" The red-head shrugged, sitting on a bench nearby. Kicker sat on the backrest, his feet on the side.

"They grew up on Earth, but always had a fascination with aliens and stuff. When they started working for a small news hub, that's about the same time the Autobots showed up. My parents went nuts, trying to find as much info on the transformers as they could." Cooper smile and looked up. "When they weren't satisfied with that, they began their own little game of following the Transformers and their battles. They were part of the crew that did the last battle between the Autobots and Decepticons." Kicker blinked and his mouth dropped open a bit.

"Seriously? Don't suppose you have any copies left?" They turned their heads to see Ironhide, who was standing next the the bench.

"How long have you been standing there?" Kicker muttered wide-eyed, as Cooper laughed. "I can get you an exclusive edition if you want, Ironhide." Cooper held his fingers in a V-shape. "No charge."

"I have to follow you, Kicker, because Optimus assigned me to keep an eye on you." The bot sighed, leaning against a pillar. "I get that you being able to sense Energon is important, but why does Optimus want to have you guarded all the time?" Kicker frowned.

Cooper watched as the brunette brought his fist up and bit down on his knuckles softly. "I guess because...he cares about me." Both the other males gave him confused looks. "When we first met...Something happened, and Optimus was really afraid I'd gotten hurt. He told me he would always protect me, no matter what."

Ironhide tilted his head. "Really?" Kicker nodded, staring at the ground. The bot frowned, crossing his arms. "Wow that's... Huh." He'd never realized how close Optimus and Kicker were, and if that was the case, Kicker must've seen Optimus as a dad or something. So, if that was it, then how did he see Ironhide?

"Hey Ironhead. Aren't suppose to be babysitting me?" Kicker called, and it was then that Ironhide realized both he and Cooper were on the other side of the room. He shouted in surprise and ran after them.

[L[M[N]O]P]

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in space, specifically the moon, a loud, wild, uncontrollable laughter broke the silence of the asteroid. A jet flew off from the cackler, a mech with an orange face and black armor.

"Oh boy, I can hardly wait for the battle to get started!" He pulled out a blaster and proceeded to practice with it. "Want me to fire here? Or here! AH HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He cackled, letting off several rounds of red shots.(1) "I'M TINGLING ALL OVER!" He was actually surprised when something started firing back at him. He screamed as several shots collided with his frame, as well as the entire crater where the base was. "Um, no?" There were screeches, and then there were Terracons. Both cat-type and bird-type surrounded the mech, growl and screeches, hungry for Energon, and determined to get it at any cost. "RAGH! COME AND GET IT!" He screamed, firing everywhere he could. Several birds transformed and threw Z-shaped throwing stars the tower, creating a hole through which the cats got in.

The mech was still firing, even after he realized it did nothing.

[Q[R[S]T]U]

Staring at the screen which displayed this event, Optimus Prime was dumbfounded. Ion floating above his head, watching the scene with interest.

"The moon? I thought for sure their next target would be Earth." She floating upside down with her legs crossed in front of his face.

"Well, you thought wrong Prime. Keep it up, and we won't have a chance." He glared at her. "And neither will the humans." He stopped and looked away sullenly. Inferno announced that the moon base was calling for help.

"Jetfire, can I count on you?" The red mech turned and nodded.

"Yes sir. But, are you sure you have enough fire power here on Earth?" Optimus turned to him, glad about the concern.

"I think we'll be fine. And use the space-bridge, it'll be faster than raising the city for you to launch." Prime suggested. Jetfre nodded. "Yessir! I'm on my way!" He saluted and took off. Inferno turned back to the console.

"Inferno, you provide cover for Jetfire while he launches, just in case we come under fire." The other mech nodded.

"Right." Outside the base, a hole appeared outlined with yellow light, which separated into rings that formed a tunnel shape. Jetfire was ready to launch, when Ironhide, Kicker, and a new boy they had never seen before came up to him. The humans were standing on HighWire, who'd become a sort of plane-shape.

"Hey hold up!" Jetfire gave a confused noise, and Optimus, who was on a screen nearby, looked confused as well.

Ironhide sounded sheepish as he asked. "Uh, mind if we tag along?" The stranger grinned, and Optimus saw an excited gleam in those green eyes.

"Why, Ironhide?" The bot shifted on his tires nervously. "I wanna earn my Combination Spark, so I can combine with HotShot, sir." Kicker knew what it was, but held back his laughter when Cooper began to snort uncontrollably. The red-head was wearing a blue space suit with green on it, and had a helmet similar to Kicker's under his right arm.

Optimus swiped his arm through the air deftly. "No! And that's final, understand Ironhide? I've teamed you up with Kicker." Optimus then addressed the new boy. "And just who are you?"

"My name is Cooper, sir, and I want to go along to help with this story." The prime looked even more confused. "Story?" Cooper nodded, then pointed to the older boy who's waist he was clutching to keep from falling off HighWire. "Kicker said he'd protect me from now on too."

"No buts, pal!" Jetfire said scoldingly. "You're on babysitting duty, or do you think you can handle that?" Jetfire was interrupted by Kicker's namesake on his head, allowing him and Cooper access to his inside.

"You think I'm a baby that needs sitting?" The brunette asked angrily. "Well, I'll show you what I'm made of! I'm going with ya to kick some Terracon butt! Cooper, scooch!" The red-head scooted back, allowing Kicker to plop into the pilot's seat.

Jetfire was clearly uncomfortable with this, and let out a groan. "Opti-mus..." The leader of the Autobots face-palmed with a sigh.

"I just don't know what to do that kid." He took a glance at them. Cooper was already scribbling in his notebook, and Kicker was glaring at the commander with a silent dare. "Alright, they're all yours Jetfire." The boys cheered.

"You heard the dude!" Kicker said to Jetfire, locking the seatbelt into place. Behind him, Jetfire had formed another seat for Cooper, who was wiggling excitedly. "Let's roll!" Cooper couldn't stop grininng.

"I'm going into space. On Jetfire. I rule so hard right now!" He said, making a whining noise low in his throat. It increased in volume as Jetfire took off. After they were gone, only Optimus was able to hear Ironhide muttering about monkeys. Up in the space-bridge, Kicker and Cooper were subjected to the G-force of Jetfire's take-off, and were squished into their seats so hard Cooper feared his eyes would bleed. Then, it ended, and when they managed to unglue their eyes, they looked in awe at the stars and planets surrounding them.

[V[W[X]Y]Z]

Back on Earth, Optimus gave a new command. "All systems go to elevate Cyber City!"(2) The city once again rose magnificiently from the water, sparkling like a fairytale castle. "Ativate space-bridge!" Was the next order given, once Optimus and the others were on deck. The space-bridge creating cannons were powered up, and Ironhide took a second to admire the tech. He was startled out of his thoughts by someone coming up behind him.

He turned around to see HotShot walking up to him. "Well, it's time to go Ironhide." The younger mech felt giddy as his idol addressed him. "Right sir!" HotShot leaned in. "If you do a good job, I'll make sure Optimus knows about it." Ironhide was startled; HotShot was going to put in a good word for him? "Are you serious sir?" HotShot seemed taken aback by that. "Yeah?" Ironhide felt his giddiness increase. "Oh, you don't know how much I appreciate that, sir. And I promise, I'll do my best!"

The yellow mech smiled; actually, he knew exactly how excited Ironhide was, by the look on his faceplate. "Would you just relax? And quit calling me 'sir'." Ironhide could've offlined happily at this point.(3) HotShot turned and yelled up to the tower. "We're moving out, Inferno!"

The mech nodded, typing something. "Roger that!" Optimus halted him.

"Wait. I'm expecting something!" HotShot turned to his leader in shock. "But sir, they're waiting for us on the moon!" Suddenly, a whirring noise started up behind them, and they all turned to see a platform rising up with two Omnicons and Ion on it. "Never mind, it's here."

Ion jerked her thumb at the 'con next to her. "Be happy we got it done time, Prime. You're lucky I'm good at rush-orders." She flew up and forward to him, the Omnicons following after.

"You're bringing the Omnicons with us, Optimus?" One of the bots strode forward, pointing to his chest.

"Give me a break; there's no way I'm going anywhere near a battle." His voice was muffled slightly, as though he had something in his mouth and was speaking around it. The other bot also stepped forward. "Instead, we brought you newly processed Energon chips to give you a boost!" He said excitedly. Ironhide jumped in ecstasy.

"Serious?" Optimus took a moment to scold the young mech. "Don't move." Iornhide froze. Ion watched the stars shoot from the Omnicons and appear on different parts of the mechs; Ironhide's arm, Prime's shoulder, and the left side of HotShot's chest. They all glowed bright red, HotShot moving his arms in wonderment.

"What is this?" Optimus looked at him. "Those are Energon cells." The Omnicons walked forward, now in front of the battle mechs.

"Well, lemme put it this way, HotShot. We just boosted your power big time." The yellow mech grinned. "Alright!" The other 'con, the one with the muffled voice, cut him off. "But remember to use it sparingly. It might not last an entire battle." Optimus nodded to them, and turned to the space-bridge.

"Okay men. Let's move out!" He transformed and spared a moment for Ion to hop on, then took off through the gate, the others taking off after him.

TBC

READ AND REVIEW! Okay, time to get this done! Constructicon = 'Con. Decepticon = Con. Omnicon = 'con. Everyone got it? Great!

(1): Really, did you REALLY need to say that, you freak? One line later: Again, REALLY? Because, as we learned in the first episode, firing at nothing gets you a swarm of Terracons. Two lines later: Muthafocker, I called it.

(2):How many Cyber Cities are there? They called the Mars base 'Cyber City' as well. I'm confused.

(3): What a fanboy. XD