A.N.: Here is another chapter, hope you enjoy them, just a little bit on astronomy in these few chapters, it helps since she is traveling quite a way on her own here.

The Reason for the chapters being the lengths they are is because they are "Journal Entries", they would end up being whatever length Roulette would consider writing at the time.

I would also like to thank those who read the fic and to those who reviewed: Veekalzhanez and Fourth Remnant, your reviews made my day. Cyber-Ice Cream sundae's for the pair of you with Energon sprinkles on top.

And now on to the next Chapter.

Disclaimer: In the Prologue people. I don't own Transformers, just my own Characters.

Chapter 3

Journal Entry

Sorry about not doing an entry for so long, I figure that it has been a good few stellar-cycles since my last one, but due to some interference from a newly formed black hole in one area of a system that I was passing through I decided to play it safe and continue on as quickly as possible so that I didn't end up caught in it's gravimetric pull and wind up crushed from the pressure. (Not the way I want to offline in thank you very much!)

Well now I am now in a small area of space called the Milky Way Galaxy, somewhere on one of the arms near the out edges, where all the older star systems are; all the younger ones are nearer the center of the rotation and are hotter because of all the gaseous nebulas that are forming there.

I recently received a garbled message in Cybertronian from Optimus Prime of all Mech's, what a relief I can tell you it was to hear his voice even if it was garbled with space and distance distortions. Took me a while to clean it up too.

I decided to wait until I reached the edge of the Sol System where he and his group are and then send them a message, my long range communication system needs time to heal more before I even attempt to send the message, my receiving is fine it's just the sending that is the problem right now - I just hope that my systems can repair it all in time.

I have seen some really strange space craft floating around throughout the star systems I have traveled through on my way to either finding the All Spark or my Leader Optimus Prime. Some looked like giant floating pyramids that gleamed almost like the towers of Iacon when the light hit it just right - Oh Primus now I'm feeling home sick.

But any who, these strange crafts looked as if they had been blasted by high energy weapons, something like Ironhide's massive Plasma Canons or Primes Photon Rifle but on a much grander scale.

I noticed a small asteroid nearby that I am going to set down on and have one of my energon rations and whilst I'm on the thought of weapons I better check my Plasma Rifle and make sure that it has enough of a charge if I need it and then check my laser pistol and make sure that that is in working order incase I end up in close combat and can't use my rifle.

Maybe I can catch a few cycles of recharge before I head out again, I certainly haven't picked up any Decepticon signals for a while now so I am going to assume that it is safe for me to do so, I just won't shut down all the way, leave my long range scanners online and have them warn me if it picks up any Cybertronian signal - friendly or otherwise.

Time for a rest I think, and recharge, will write more when I get the chance I guess.

Several Orns later:

It was several orns later that my scanners picked up a signal I recognized from when I was going through the Academy. I on-lined my systems and went in the direction it had come from, it was an almost constant 'ping' on my scanners as I got closer.

I was shocked to find that it was Road Rage, she was Crosscut's advisor and bodyguard as they traveled around the systems communicating with the various organic life forms.

This was her specialty, she was well versed in the culture and customs of various organic life. And now I had found her off-lined form floating through space. I scanned for any residual energy signature that wasn't Autobot on her, and picked up a signature I detested - Dirge had permanently off-lined a good Femme, friend and xenobiologist.

I k now that I was going to miss her cheerfulness when hanging out at the clubs back home - or what used to be our home, unless she caught up to you on the roads around Cybertron - then she became extremely narrow-minded and a rather violent driver, but that was due to her having a chronic instability in her navigation protocols.

As I looked at her frame I noticed that she was in her flight capable mode - like Starscream's tetra jet mode. Her Plasma discharger had been forcefully removed and her twin magnabomb launchers had also been forcibly removed causing extensive damage to her wings - she would never had flown again because of that.

She was one of the few Femmes that could have two alt. modes, one ground and one flight - very rare by our standards, and now so much more so with her loss of spark.

I said a few prayers to Primus, and headed back to the rock I had been resting on with her form and covered her up with the local debris and then left to continue my journey to where Prime and the others were.

My hopeful mood had been dashed, but I knew that I had to expect these sorts of things in war, just never thought it would be someone as rare as Road Rage.

I can only hope that her memories will live on in this entry as I write many more on my travels, and I hope to Primus that I don't find anymore off-lined bodies of 'bots I once knew.