Nightstar was humming to herself thoughtfully as she carried the two humans down the hall. She was surreptitiously studying them, and was surprised by how many physical similarities there were between her and human females. Their bodies were smaller, thinner and curvier than the form of a human male, as was Nightstar's when compared to the average mech. They had accented chests, although from what Nightstar had learned from the Internet, they were more than just decoration on humans. The higher voice, the less developed strength, the tendency to have more lower body strength; all were similarities between herself and these two organic creatures whose planet was light-years away from Cybertron. Nightstar theorized that the Allspark must have had some sort of an effect on human evolution for there to be so many physical similarities between Cybertonians and humans.

Nightstar thoughtfully pursed her lips, a gesture she'd picked up from watching too many human movies over a very short period of time (She'd had nothing else to do when Ratchet had confined her to medbay) and made a sighing sound. She felt a twinge in her spark and started a bit. She mentally scolded herself; Ratchet had mentioned that she might feel a few odd surges as the sparking process wore on. She noticed Sideswipe give her a curious look and she shrugged. Sideswipe tilted his head a bit but decided that it was nothing and kept walking.

"Hey Nightstar." Nightstar looked down at the humans in her hand. The blonde one was addressing her. "Mikaela said that you're… Uh… Pregnant."

It took Nightstar a second to understand the word. She laughed. "I guess you could call it that by human terminology. But the term, Maggie, is sparking."

"Oh," The human looked confused. "Okay… Just to simplify things, let's use human terminology please."

"But that would imply that sparking starts and ends the same way Maggie." Answered Nightstar, fully aware that the poor human was uncomfortable with so many males, including the snickering Sideswipe, around. "The two processes can be equated with each other but they're not the same thing."

Maggie had turned an interesting shade of red. "How about we forget I ever started this conversation?" Nightstar shrugged and grinned at Sideswipe, who seemed about ready to burst out laughing. Nightstar noticed that she'd lagged a bit and that Prowl was almost at the conference room, she sped up a bit and was caught up be fore the door opened. She walked in with the two girls and set them down next to a raised platform with human-sized chairs.

Optimus, sitting in a chair under a light, looked up and nodded. "Mr Secretary, good to see you sir."

Keller nodded. "Thank you for allowing me access to your base."

"Nonsense, Sir, this is your planet, if anything, we should thank you for allowing us to stay."

Nightstar resisted the urge to yawn; she really had to stop watching human movies, but she detested formalities. Instead, she looked at Optimus and politely nodded her head. "Should I stay?"

"No, you are dismissed Nightstar."

"Thank you sir." She walked out and shut the door.

Optimus turned to Keller, Maggie and Mikaela. "It is a pity that more of you could not come, but I'm glad that at least you are here, Mr. Secretary. I feel that I should inform you that it seems more Decepticons have arrived here on Earth as well as four more Autobots."

"Yes, we've already met three of them. Who is the fourth?"

"His name is Sunstreaker, he is Sideswipe's twin brother. The two of them are fine warriors, but both sometimes have… Difficulty following orders. Prowl however is an excellent Autobot, and he will more than likely be assigned to the local Police force. His work is his hobby."

Keller smiled. "And what about this Nightstar, I was under the impression that as robots, you were gender irrelevant."

"That is a more difficult question to answer, but to make it short, we do have different genders. However, Megatron wiped out most females, because he disliked their ability to create new life. With the Allspark gone, and few remaining femmes, our species may be dying out. Nightstar is a very good sign to many of us here, more so because she has a spark-mate and because she is sparking."

Keller nodded, unsure as to what exactly the words "spark-mate" and "sparking" meant, but he could guess. "That is good. I would like a tour of the base if you wouldn't mind, and also, what do you know about the Decepticons that are here."

"Of course."

Nightstar stretched happily as she stepped back outside. Ratchet hadn't said she couldn't go out a second time. He'd implied it, but she knew that acting innocent later would get her off the hook. Right now, she wanted to drive. Sideswipe cheerfully poked at her back and teasingly pretended to drag her back inside. "You need rest! You will hurt yourself!" He said, in horrible imitation of the medic.

Nightstar giggled and pulled herself free. "Sunshine coming?"

"Should be," Sideswipe glanced around and saw Sunstreaker coming over, and somewhat sour expression marring the golden warrior's handsome face. "There he is."

Nightstar gave Sunstreaker a cheerful look. "What's up Sunstreaker?"

"Idiot human was leaning on me window and left fingerprints all over my gorgeous door." He replied irritably. Nightstar made a "huh" sound and transformed into her Ferrari mode. Sideswipe rolled his optics and followed suit.

Nightstar thoughtfully revved her engine. She wanted to race, wanted to break some rules. But she also felt unusually cautious. "Stupid sparking program." She said to herself. That program was to ensure a femme couldn't push herself too hard whilst sparking, but so far, the only thing that it had done was slow her down, certainly, it hadn't helped when she was trying to protect herself; instead, it had made her have to stop and rest when fighting would have saved her a lot more energy and cost her less injury. She decided to get the medic to fix it. "You two go on ahead, if I break the rules beforehand, Ratchet probably wouldn't be willing to correct my programming, would he?" Sideswipe and Sunstreaker laughed in agreement.

Reluctantly, Nightstar transformed and walked back into the base. She watched the twins race off, noting that Sunstreaker was slightly in the lead, engine revving happily whilst Sideswipe seemed a bit disappointed. With a sigh, Nightstar wandered back into medbay to find Ratchet looking over some files.

"Hey Ratchet, I forgot earlier to mention it but I think a part of my sparking programming might be wrong." The medic looked up.

"What would make you say that?"

"Well, it made me stop to rest in the middle of a fight, resulting in me getting seriously injured… And I can't go at top speed any more, not even to escape Decepticons… How is that supposed to help preserve me and the sparkling anyways?"

Ratchet nodded. "Ah… Yes, I've heard of that, it's a common problem among the more solitary femmes. Lie down over there," He gestured to a table. "I can fix that in an instant."

"Thanks." Nightstar lay down on the table and Ratchet gingerly opened a panel on her head. "By the way… Does this affect my memories?"

"No, it will only read through core programming and such. Why does that concern you?"

"No reason… I just like to keep my thoughts," And my past. "Private."

Ratchet nodded understandingly. "I see." His hand became an odd sort of tool that ejected a small wire. Ratchet gently inserted this wire into Nightstar's cerebral circuits. "Hold still now." He warned her, letting the wire connect to her primary processor. It took him about ten seconds to correct the faulty program and he retracted the wire. "Done. Sit up, but take it easy for a few minutes, you might be a bit off balance." He went back to his desk and book.

Nightstar stood up and walked out, wondering whether she'd be able to figure out where the twins had gone. Deciding to just explore, she transformed and drove away, enjoying the bright sun and blue sky. She was happily cruising at the speed limit (Didn't want to get more attention than her Ferrari mode was already getting her) when a car in the oncoming lane of traffic suddenly swerved straight for her. Instinctively, she slammed her brakes and dodged. The other car screeched to a stop, causing a crash and turned after her.

"Screw speed limits." Thought Nightstar. She hit the throttle and took off like a silver bullet. She pushed her 660 horsepower engine to the limit, dodging traffic skilfully. But the other car had no difficulty keeping up. Nightstar swore in Cybertonian. How was this freak keeping up? She turned onto the nearest off-ramp and braked, thinking that she'd lost her follower. A screeching of tires told her otherwise. She managed to reverse quickly enough to avoid being turned into an Enzo-shaped pancake and she drove swiftly towards a deserted roadway. Time to teach this Decepticon some manners.

The Decepticon followed her, now that she got a better look, Nightstar recognized a black Corvette. Not bad in the looks or performance department, damn, no wonder she couldn't shake him. Angrily, Nightstar turned onto a long stretch of deserted road; vaguely recognizing it as the same road she and the twins had met Prowl on. She spun around and transformed, ready to teach the Decepticon some manners. "Come and get me!"

The Decepticon complied. Transforming he converted his right arm into a cannon and fired. Nightstar easily avoided his shot and converted her right arm into a long thin sword. Her left arm became a laser cannon. She leapt forward and stabbed at the Decepticon's chest. He avoided, but couldn't defend from a well-aimed shot straight to his head from Nightstar's cannon. Wailing in pain, he dropped to the ground. "Mercy! Mercy!" He pleaded in Cybertonian. Nightstar didn't even hesitate; she drew back her arm to stab his spark.

"I don't believe in second chance," She said softly. The Decepticon tried to scamper away from her, but she kicked him to the ground. "Don't waste my time trying to escape," She made one single slash, her sword easily piercing the Decepticon's armour. Spark sliced in half and instantly fading, he went limp and died. Nightstar regarded him quietly for a few seconds. "I am sorry in a way," She told the body. "But I know all too well that mercy on my part would have meant nothing to you but weakness."

Nightstar activated her radio link to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. "Hey boys, hope you're having fun."

"Of course we are, where are you?" Asked Sideswipe.

"Just cleaning up some trash," Nightstar poked the dead Decepticon with her foot. "One less Decepticon in the Universe now."

"What? Why didn't you call us?" Demanded Sunstreaker. "You have all the fun." He complained. Nightstar laughed.

"Sorry Sunny, forgot."

"My name is SUNSTREAKER!"

Nightstar grinned to herself; it was way too easy to push Sunstreaker over the edge. Primus, she loved harassing him. She heard the sound of engines and looked up. "Aw Shit."

"What?" Came the twins' simultaneous replies.

"More Decepticons… Five of them this time…" Nightstar sighed; she couldn't take on that many opponents simultaneously unless they were cannon fodder troops. Pity, but at least the twins would be happy.

"Need any help?"

"If you boys wouldn't mind. I'll be at the same junction where we met the Autobots the first night we were here."

"It's a date." Agreed Sideswipe.

Nightstar transformed and let loose all her 660 horsepower, accelerating to her top speed in 13 seconds. She needed that speed; one of the Decepticons had no trouble catching up to her. He rammed into her rear fender. "Hey femme, you feel like having some fun?"

Nightstar swerved and made a mental note to make sure that this one went down by her own hands. "Sure, sweetie, just as soon as I leave you in the dust." She said, a cynical purr in her voice. She released her breaks (That's right, she'd been holding back) and rocketed forward, leaving a rather confused Decepticon behind.

"She said what?" He asked his fellow.

"We get to fight a feisty one." Replied his comrade, a sleek Porsche. "Maybe my life will be a bit interesting before I die."

"Shut up Dead End."

Nightstar checked her rear-view mirror. She didn't like what she saw; all five Decepticon cars were having no difficulty keeping up with her. "Shit," she would have grinned. "They ain't craptraps like that other one. This'll be fun." She heard two familiar engines up ahead and saw her two favourite Lamborghini Countachs waiting for her and her newest suitors. She raced up to them, screeching to a stop and spinning around to face her assailants. "Hey guys, I claim the other Ferrari."

"Ladies first," Replied Sunstreaker, standing up with a smirk. Sideswipe transformed and activated his right laser cannon. Nightstar leaned thoughtfully against a tall, bare tree. She grinned when the five Decepticons didn't even hesitate when they saw her and the twins. Pity the fools.

She leapt at the one who'd been harassing her and he caught her arm and yanked her off her feet. "I don't blame you for loving me darling," He smirked. "But as a Decepticon, I have a duty to kill you."

Nightstar rolled her optics and kicked the Decepticon squarely in the chest, sending his stumbling back. "And as a former Decepticon Assassin, it's my pleasure to annihilate you." She replied, coolly converting her arm into its sword mode. She made to stab him but he avoided and punched her back.

"Ugh!" Nightstar stumbled. The Decepticon, sensing weakness put his cannon to her throat. But Nightstar was not in the mood to die; she elbowed him hard and sent a backhand slash for his neck. It connected, but seeing as it was the dull side of her sword, it failed to kill him. However, he certainly did let go. She spun around and shot him over the spark, but his armour absorbed much of the attack. He shot her in the side. Nightstar got angry; her pale optics flashed scarlet and she lashed out viciously.

Alarmed, the Decepticon stepped back. He made as if to fire another shot, but Nightstar fired off a round between his optics, dropping him. She strode over and shot him through the chest, assuring his death. She looked up to see that Sideswipe was fighting one of the remaining, and three had ganged up on Sunstreaker.

In a calculating manner, Nightstar came up behind one of the Decepticons and stabbed him from behind, dropping him instantly, another hesitated, and Nightstar blasted him through the head. Wisely, the remaining two Decepticons transformed and retreated; Sunstreaker and Sideswipe also transformed and gave chase, Nightstar remained behind, nursing her side and looking over her three dead opponents. Sighing, she rubbed her stomach, trying to figure out how bad the damage was. She decided that she was alright… no damage near her spark. Suddenly, she grinned; Ratchet was going to have a fit.

She looked up as the twins drove back up. "Fuckers got away." Sunstreaker informed; he descended into a string of English and Cybertonian curses.

Nightstar raised her eyebrow fractionally at the unknown terminology, deciding to research the definitions later; it sounded like a fun language, Cybertonian lacked good expletives. She turned to Sideswipe. "Well, that was fun. Ratchet's gonna be torqued though." She rubbed her side a bit. It was rather sore, but she'd live.

Sideswipe grinned. "Too bad for Ratchet. Worse for these suckers. Nice shooting earlier."

"Yeah, but next time, don't ruin my fun." Growled Sunstreaker.

Nightstar did the Transformer equivalent of batting her eyelashes at Sunstreaker. "Sorry, I couldn't resist, they were about to mar your gorgeous paintjob." She emphasized the word "gorgeous."

Sideswipe snorted, and even Sunstreaker was a bit amused. But he still wanted to find a good, barbed insult to throw at her. "Better get you back to HQ or Ratchet will scrap us for letting you get hurt."

Nightstar gave a long-suffering sigh and sat down on the ground. "Well, as these humans say, Mom needs to chill." Both of the twins howled with laughter and sat down, Sideswipe beside her and Sunstreaker beside his brother. Nightstar activated her radio. "Prowl, you read?"

"Affirmative Nightstar, go ahead."

"The twins and I got into a bit of a scrap with some Decepticons, we got three dead piles of slag that need to be cleaned up."

"Alright, good job, any injuries?"

"A little scrape on my side, couple of dents on all of us, Sunstreaker's paint's scratched-"

"WHAT!?" Sunstreaker frantically examined his bodywork for damage, whilst Sideswipe laughed.

"And that's it." Finished Nightstar pleasantly. Shaking her head at Sunstreaker in amusement.

"Alright, I have a lock on your location, I'll send Ironhide to come clean up, you three return to base."

"Yes sir," Nightstar turned of her communicator and smirked at her spark-mate and his brother. "Uh… Did he say when?"

The twins snickered. But their amusement was short lived; Nightstar's commlink activated again and a very annoyed Ratchet was heard yelling out of it. "Nightstar, get back here right now! I mean it, or I will come out there, drag you back and tie you down! Sideswipe! You glitched up son of the inferno! You were supposed to take care of her!"

"Relax Ratchet," Said Nightstar. "It's just a scratch, nowhere near my spark."

"I DON'T CARE!" Roared the medic. "Just get down here now!"

"Yes Mother," Replied Nightstar cynically, turning off the communicator before Ratchet could yell some more. "I probably should go, shouldn't I?"

"Yeah, Ratchet would actually do that." Nodded Sideswipe. He reached over and pulled her down though, making her rest her head and shoulders on his legs.

Nightstar shifted her head contently in his lap. Sunstreaker looked irritably down at his hands. Why did they do that? "Aren't you supposed to be going back to base?" He asked.

Nightstar gave him a look. "Yeah, but what do I care?"

"Ratchet will lock you up you know."

"I'd like to see him try." Nightstar closed her optics and dozed off, much to Sunstreaker's annoyance. The yellow Lamborghini was starting to really resent Nightstar; she seemed to be the center of everyone's attention, day in, and day out. Sunstreaker, being the vain mech he was, found this rather unacceptable. Not to mention that Sunstreaker hated it that his partner in crime was no longer as fun as he used to be.

Sideswipe noticed his brother's angry expression. "You know Sunny's right Nightstar, Ratchet will have our heads as trophies. Come on, let's get you home."

"Oh alright," Nightstar stood up and transformed. But as they drove off, she mischievously accelerated and left the twins behind. "You boys are slow!"

"Hey!" Neither twin could refuse a challenge and soon all three Italian imports were racing down the straight road, the air they displaced causing the green cornstalks on either side of the road to whip around and the gold wheat to bend as if in high wind. Nightstar loved the sights. She happily passed the twins and left them in the dust.

"You guys need faster alt modes!" She taunted cheerfully. She turned back onto the highway and slowed down enough to avoid crashing into a white Volkswagen. The driver shook his fist at her. "Humph, humans."

Sideswipe pulled up beside her and Sunstreaker behind. He noticed some human drivers staring open-mouthed at him and the other two. "Looks like we've got admirers. Like that's a surprise. Handsome as I am."

Nightstar snorted and accelerated enough to make her engine heard. A few passengers in nearby cars started clapping. "Humans are funny," she said. "Come on, let's go make some more humans' days." She drove happily by a Cadillac and was amused to see the occupants staring; one guy was actually drooling. Then she saw some thing that really got her attention. "Wow, guys, Lookit that car!"

The twins drove up beside her to see what had to be the most gorgeous Lamborghini ever; it looked more like a fighter jet than a car. "Suddenly I feel not so handsome," Said Sunstreaker. "What is that?"

Sideswipe looked it up on his connection to the Internet. "It's called a Lamborghini Reventon, only twenty were made. I figure that no one would notice two more though…"

Sunstreaker drove up as close as possible to the Reventon without alarming the driver. "Pity it ain't in our colours, but black's pretty hot. I'll store the data for later so we don't confuse the humans by converting from Countachs to Reventons."

Sideswipe laughed and happily drove up on the Reventon's other side, his holographic driver waving at the Reventon's owner. The man looked surprised, but flattered by the attention, he waved back and smiled as he realized that there was a bit of a Italian import parade going on. Nightstar laughed at the twins and turned off towards the Autobot base. Reluctantly, the twins followed.

Ratchet was waiting for her, his expression furious. Sideswipe, remembering the CMO's penchant for throwing tools, quickly drove up beside Nightstar. The femme transformed and blinked innocently up at the medic. "Hi Ratchet, what's new?"

"What's new? Well, there's your injury for one, your attitude for another and-"

"Hey relax Ratchet," Nightstar tilted her head innocently to the side, giving the medic an adorable puppy-dog look. Even the grumpy Ratchet was not immune. He blinked, rage forgotten in his confusion. Once again, Nightstar did the Cybertonian version of batting her eyelashes, much to poor Ratchet's bewilderment; the femme knew how to confuse males, it had been a necessary skill among the Decepticons. It was as another female Decepticon had told her, "love your enemies, it confuses them." Nightstar had always laughed at that.

Ratchet made a throat-clearing sound and gestured at Nightstar's side. "Does that hurt?"

"Not really." Nightstar answered. Ratchet leaned over and touched it; Nightstar winced ever so slightly. Ratchet nodded.

"Good, but I will fix it seeing as there is nothing else to do." He turned and walked back into the base, one hand on Nightstar shoulder, steering her into the medbay. Sideswipe exchanged amused glances with Sunstreaker; they'd really have to remember that cute expression Nightstar had used.

Ratchet had Nightstar lie down so he could fix her side. "You are as bad as your spark-mate."

"Well, why do you think he likes me?" Replied Nightstar sweetly.

"Don't give me that." Muttered the CMO, still somewhat confounded by the femme's charm. "You'd better raise your sparkling right."

Nightstar gave Ratchet a really ugly look. Ratchet immediately regretted what he'd said; but it was a bit too late to take it back. "Are you suggesting that I'll be a bad caretaker? I've freaking gone through hell for of it, I'm not going to abandon it any time, ever."

Embarrassed, Ratchet quickly fixed Nightstar's damage and sent her out; now was not the time to delay her with a check up on her spark. Angrily, Nightstar stalked out.

Prowl noticed Nightstar's expression and wisely stepped out of her way. He knew better than to mess with some who was baring her teeth. He wondered what had upset her. He didn't register the red glint in her optics.
Sunstreaker swung his leg low, trying to knock Sideswipe down. But his twins jumped over the sweeping leg and lashed out with a wicked blow the Sunstreaker's head. The yellow twin stumbled back and Sideswipe straightened up. "I win bro."

"Damn."

Nightstar strode in, her optics still glimmering red. She leaned angrily against the polished grey wall. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe looked up at her curiously. "You're optics are colour swapping." Noted Sunstreaker.

Nightstar gave him an angry look. "Thanks, I didn't realize that," She growled. Sunstreaker wisely shut up.

"What's up?" Asked Sideswipe; Nightstar didn't get angry easily.

"Ratchet suggested that I would not care for my sparkling." Came the snarled reply.

Sideswipe started. "He didn't."

"He did." She growled furiously. Sunstreaker winced in pity for the medic; Nightstar was very protective of her unborn sparkling, and the twins knew it. The mere mention that she did not care about it would most often result in evil look and cold treatment for days. Sideswipe walked over to Nightstar and gently held her shoulders; like with his twin, Sideswipe was the only person who could safely come close to the femme when she was in a bad mood.

Nightstar irritably looked away, but she didn't react aggressively at least. Sideswipe gently rubbed her left shoulder and then stepped away, knowing that she'd cheer up on her own. Nightstar watched as the twins squared off again. They certainly loved sparring.

This time, Sunstreaker won. He sent Sideswipe reeling from a well-aimed blow to the chest. Nightstar watched expressionlessly as Sunstreaker turned away and Sideswipe pounced on his twin; she stepped out of the way as the resulting wrestling match tumbled her way and finally cracked a smile at the impossible sight of each twin holding the other in a headlock at the same time.

"How do you guys do that?" She asked.

"I dunno," replied Sideswipe. "But it hurts." Nightstar snickered and stepped over to separate the twins, knowing that neither would let go otherwise. Once he'd been forced to let go of his brother, Sideswipe playfully grabbed his spark-mate and pinned her to the ground, much to her displeasure.

"Hey! Sideswipe, let me go!"

"Not a chance hun." He replied affectionately. Nightstar sighed and rolled over, making Sideswipe fall down. She then rolled to her feet and put one foot on his back.

"Victory." She proclaimed. Sunstreaker couldn't help but laugh at the scene; Sideswipe was leaning thoughtfully on his hand as if to say that he was only humouring the femme, which he was of course.

One thing Prowl has to admit about the twins was their skill; he'd always remarked upon their sheer and brutal ability to win a fight. It unnerved him that they could be so vicious; they surpassed many Decepticons in aggression. He had come to accept it. He had learned that it was just who they were. Both twins were still Autobots at spark; he'd seen the capacity for self-sacrifice in them, the kindness they were capable of. But they were still well known for one thing: being as, if not more, ruthless as the average Decepticon.

Their bodies had been built for major strength, and their personalities had been created with a bit of instability. Prowl wondered why the Allspark had given the twins such power and brilliance, only to corrupt it. Perhaps it was the result of the fact that they had originally been a single spark that had split, it was impossible to know.

And what about this Nightstar? Prowl had taken an instinctive liking to the clever femme. She had a smart gleam to her optics and a lively persona. To be frank, Prowl also couldn't help but to admire her superstructure too; she was a gorgeous piece of art; delicately shaped, but powerful and cunning in battle. Prowl had to respect the femme for her fortitude. He felt a bit protective of her because she could most definitely be classified as endangered, and was so important to the survival of the Transformer species. Yet he could tell his protectiveness was unnecessary; Nightstar had proven herself more than capable of protecting herself.

At least, that what he told himself until he heard her scream.

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Nightstar sipped thoughtfully at the glass of energon in her hand. She was hanging out with the twins in Sunstreaker's quarters, watching them play a human video game they'd set up called Halo 3. She thought it was rather ridiculous, but didn't say anything. "Those Reventon modes work out for you?" She asked.

"Do they ever!" Answered Sunstreaker enthusiastically. "We can go so fast, and are we ever hot!"

"Can't disagree there," Smiled Nightstar, her optics resting on Sideswipe. She thought it was funny how seriously he was focusing on the game. She felt a powerful twinge in her spark and winced; Ratchet had confined her to base again last week for that reason. He expected her to be finished sparking very soon. She knew that it would be a painful process, but she was still looking forward to having her own little one to raise.

Smiling to herself, Nightstar wondered for the hundredth time whether the sparkling would be male or female, and what to name it? She wondered if an earthly name would be appropriate, considering that this would be the first sparkling of earth. She irritably narrowed her left optic as her spark twinged again; she wondered why the last stage of sparking had to be so damn uncomfortable.

"You alright?" Asked Sunstreaker.

"Fine, just another twinge." She replied shortly.

Then she dropped her glass of energon as searing pain ripped through her. With a scream of pure agony, Nightstar collapsed to the floor.

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Antoher cliffhanger, sorry folks XD. Anyways, please R&R for me

I love the little fight scene, Primus, Nightstar is vicious eh?

Comments are welcomed, creative critisms is thanked and flames are put on the G1 Lambo twins' hit list. They live here at Nexus with me, I warn you.