THIS CHAPTER WAS RE-EDITED ON OCTOBER 25TH 2007

CHAPTER 4

Thundercracker was just coming into the base when something black and red dashed past him. He stopped for a second to watch it but it was too fast for him to get an idea of what it looked like, all he could make out was that it had a delicate design and it seemed have jet like qualities. "What was that?" he asked out loud.

Before any answers came to him Starscream wailed again about his optics and the other jet remembered what he'd been doing. "Come on," he said, helping the blinded jet to the repair bay. "Let's get you fixed."Stupid Starscream...

Megatron was in the control room when somebody rudely burst into it and cut off his train of thought. He looked up, ready to chew the person out for interrupting him, but stopped when he saw who it was. It was the girl Decepticon. She was now standing in one spot, staring at him with oval shaped red optics. He stared at her black and red face for a moment, taking in her appearance, then said. "So, you're finally online." then got up and walked over to her. "So Bombshell and Soundwave were successful after all."

"Yes it seems so. I will have to thank them later..." She met his gaze. "Megatron," she began. "I'm glad I found you. There's something I need to talk to you about."

"Yes, I know," he replied. He stepped toward her and put a hand on her back. "Why don't you sit down and tell me what was so important." he led her to a chair by the computer consoles.

She sat down in it and stared at the computers for a moment, her red optics getting a lustful look in them, before looking back at him. "It might not be important now," she said.

He frowned. "Why do you say that?" he asked.

She gestured around herself, taking in the room. "It seems you already have what you wanted."

Megatron laughed. It wasn't a "I know what you mean" kind of laugh. It was scornful and mocking. "I have what I wanted?" he said spitefully. "Negative. I'm far from having what I want."

She gave him a curious look. "What do you mean?" she asked, looking interested.

He gave her a look. "You really don't know what going on do you?" he said, pacing. 'Then again you probably wouldn't because you just came online." he stopped, turned to her, and began. "Let me explain something to you."

She waited.

"The Autobots are still alive," he began her.

"Autobots," she growled a strange light appearing in her optics. A strange smile crossed her face and Megatron noticed two of her teeth had fangs.

He didn't dwell on the sight for very long. He got back on topic, though the sight unsettled him for some reason. "Yes, the Autobots," he said. "The Autobots are still alive and they have been giving me trouble. Whenever I try to get the energy I need to take over they come and ruin everything."

She nodded, her metal teeth clicking together. "So the Autobots are still causing us trouble," she said, putting a hand to her face. The light in her optics got brighter. "So why aren't you doing anything about it?"

"I have."

She frowned and crossed her legs at the ankles. "Maybe I can help," she suggested offhandedly.

"How can you help?" he asked, looking her up and down, ignoring the fangs. "You have only been online for half an hour and you think you know what to do? The Autobots have gotten more powerful since the last time you encountered them, if you ever encountered them..." he gestured. "They also have help."

"Help?" she asked, her face confused. The fangs disappeared. "What kind of help?"

"Human help," he replied. Before she could ask another question he explained. "Humans are the intelligent beings of this planet. They are also disgusting little flesh creatures that are killed easily."

"Then why haven't you done so?"

"The Autobots, woman!" he shouted. "The Autobots protect the humans and the humans help the Autobots. Where ever I find humans I find Autobots."

"Hmmm," she mused, leaning forward. The light in her optics disappeared as well. "Humans need to be dealt with."

Megatron noticed a dark note in her voice. He decided to change the subject before she went off and did something foolish. Her alternate mode was still that of a Cybertronian and therefore she would look suspicious if she flew into the sky. She would have to wait until they found her an alternate mode that fitted her robot mode. "Why don't you tell me why you came here," he suggested. "It must have been important if you downloaded yourself into a computer."

"Oh," she said, shifting her position. "Shockwave and I found something that you might be interested in."

"What?" he asked.

She explained.

The three Autobots were close to the Decepticon base now. Since the Autobots hardly if ever tried to sneak into the Decepticon base, because of it's location, it seemed Megatron didn't even bother putting up security systems, though the Autobots knew he had cameras set up in the area, just in case. The three Autobots watched the base from a safe distance, so not to be spotted. They needed some time to plan before they infiltrated the building.

So how do you plan on getting inside?" Powerglide asked Jazz who was standing beside him, peeking over a large rock.

Powerglide's question had interrupted Jazz's train of thought. He put up a hand. "Give me a minute, man," he said.

"Fine, but hurry up."

"I'll try," Jazz said. "Just wait a minute."

Powerglide sat down beside Seasparay. "I just hope this won't take too long," the airplane muttered to himself.

Thundercracker drug a screaming Starscream into the the room the three Seekers shared. The repair bay was currently occupide by other damaged robots so the two Seekers had to find another place to make repairs. Skywarp, who'd been perpetually grounded because of the incident with the female, looked up from what he was doing (brooding) at the sound of Starscream's death cries. He stared at the other two robots, Starscream leaning against Thundercracker and holding his optics, and Thundercracker, looking impatient and annoyed, supporting the other jet. "What happened?" Skywarp asked, staring at the red, white, and blue jet.

"Autobots," Thundercracker said, prying Starscream loose and setting him on the floor. He stepped away from Starscream and started looking for a wrench in a toolbox he'd set on the floor. "They found out about the power source we'd discovered and tried to stop us." he made a disgusted noise. "Needless to say, they succeeded." he found the tools and turned back to Starscream. "You can blame Starscream for that."

"It wasn't my fault!" Starscream shouted, groping blindly for the other robot. He grasped Thundercracker's foot. "It wasn't like I just stood back and let them do it!"

"Of course not," the blue jet said sarcasticly. He pried his foot loose and stepped out of Starscream's reach. He looked over at Skywarp. "Just be glad you weren't there."

Skywarp frowned. "Maybe it would have been better if I had been," he said, sounding a bit depressed.

"What do you mean?" Thundercracker asked.

The black and purple Seeker chuckled nervously "I kind of got into trouble with Megatron," he replied.

"In trouble? Again?" the other jet said. "You didn't put sugar into his energon cubes again did you?"

Skywarp shook his head. "No, it was something different this time," he snickered. "Thoughthat would have been funny."

"Then what happened?"

"Well I-"

"Hey!" Starscream interrupted, finally finding Thundercracker's foot again. "Don't just stand there chatting! Fix me already!"

Thundercracker frowned down at Starscream. "Oh all right," he said, kneeling down. He reached out a hand and grabbed the jet's shoulder. "Stop whining and hold still."

The tool went through the socket and into Starscream's head. "Ow!" he wailed. "Stop that! You did that on purpose!"

"I did not!"

"Did so!"

Thundercracker looked at Skywarp and shook his head. Skywarp snickered.

The red, white, and blue Seeker found no humor in his situation at all. "What's so funny?" Starscream demanded as the blue jet began to repair his optics. "I don't see what's so funny about being blinded! How would you like it if it had been you?"

"Oh suck it up, Starscream," Thundercracker said. "And hold still!" Starscream grudgingly froze. "That's better." He looked back at Skywarp who was watching. "Now, while I'm doing this why don't you explain what happened, Skywarp?"

"All right," the black and purple jet said. "Remember that corpse we found?"

"You mean the one of the female Decepticon?" Thundercracker asked, working on Starscream.

"Yes," Skywarp said.

"What about it?"

Skywarp looked embarressed that he had to admit he did something dumb again. "It seems Megatron was trying to get her back online and had Bombshell and Soundwave working on it." he looked around as he spoke. "I decided to get a look at her so I went into the room when they left it. They were only half way done and I didn't know it and I accidently reactivated her without all of her being in her body." he looked really embarressed. "She got loose and started wandering the base." He pointed at Starscream. "I ran into Starscream when I was looking for her and he told me to find her before Megatron found out. When I tried that I discovered something about her-" here he stopped.

Thundercracker gave him a curious look. "What was it?" he asked.

Skywarp didn't reply. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell Thundercracker that the female was a vampire. That would make him sound like he had made the whole thing up. "It's not important," he said, waving it off. "Anyway I decided to tell Megatron what happened."

"Oh I see," Thundercracker said, looking back at Starscream. "You screwed up again." he looked at his comrade. "What did Megatron do?"

"He ordered me to find her," Skywarp replied. "Luckily she hadn't wandered out of the base and Bombshell, Soundwave, and I were able to get her back into the repair bay."

"But you still got into trouble," Thundercracker said.

"Yeah..."

The blue jet shook his head. "When will you ever learn?"

When Shadowstar finished telling Megatron the information she had he started pacing again and shooed her out of the room. He had to think and he couldn't have her distracting him. She didn't argue and willingly left the room, much to her own credit. She had something she needed to do as well. She very faintly remembered someone. A shadow of a figure standing over her and staring at her with red optics. She didn't know the name or face. She only knew the outline. A jet. A jet almost exactly like herself. She wanted to look for that person.

Who were you? she wondered, walking down the hall. I don't know who you are but I feel like I should. Are you here? Should I find you? Do you want me to find you?

A/N

This is all I could think of for now. I currently have a bad case of fanfic writer's block for this. I hate when that happens.