A.N.: I sat up until 3am rewriting this chapter since my laptop decided that it didn't like the original version ~ maybe Frenzy had something to do with it, I'll never know. So please be nice with responses to it, especially since this is now the last chapter.

A.N. 2: This is a huge thank you to all who read and reviewed this story.

Also a Hug and wave to Fourth Remnant who has offered to co-write the next part of the story arc for the sequel ~ never thought I would ever write that actually ~ I have the first chapter written and I just need to figure out where this is going to go. It may take a while before it gets posted ~ I tend to wait till I have roughly four chapters before hand.

And now on to the last chapter in this part of Roulette's story arc.

Blessed Be to all and may Primus Bless You also.

Chapter 6

Journal Entry

After a few more jour's of recharge I finally made it past Mars and was now on my final approach to the amazing blue and green planet of Earth.

I was by now quite excited about meeting up with old friends if they had made it by now - which I sincerely prayed to Primus that they had - yes even the twins.

What I was not looking forward too was the reaming that I was expecting to get from Prime's CMO Ratchet, or as myself and the Twins called him 'The Hatchet'.

I had been listening in to the many satellites that surrounded the planet and picked up on some of the music that they have, I must say that a few struck me as close to home, such as some songs by a couple of bands called Linkin Park and Shinedown and some called Owl City (weird name) and Lady Gaga (even weirder name).

As I used my maneuvering thrusters to match the planets rotation and speed I headed on towards their equator which had the least amount of friction on any incoming objects. Whilst doing this I listened to Shinedown's song: Second Chance, which to me meant more than anything because I was getting a second chance at living, the things I got to see in space as I traveled and being with my friends again after off lining my own sibling.

My eyes are open wideBy the way I made it through the dayI watch the world outsideBy the way I'm leaving out todayI just saw Haley's Comet, she wavedSaid, "Why are you always running in place?"Even the man in the moon disappearedSomewhere in the stratosphereTell my mother, tell my father I've done the best I canTo make them realize this is my life, I hope they understandI'm not angry, I'm just sayingSometimes goodbye is a second chancePlease don't cry one tear for meI'm not afraid of what I have to sayThis is my one and only voiceSo listen close, it's only for todayI just saw Haley's Comet, she wavedSaid, "Why are you always running in place?"Even the man in the moon disappearedSomewhere in the stratosphere"Tell my mother, tell my father I've done the best I canTo make them realize this is my life, I hope they understandI'm not angry, I'm just sayingSometimes goodbye is a second chanceHere is my chanceThis is my chanceTell my mother, tell my father I've done the best I canTo make them realize this is my life, I hope they understandI'm not angry, I'm just sayingSometimes goodbye is a second chanceSometimes goodbye is a second chanceSometimes goodbye is a second chance

As I lined myself up for re-entry into the atmosphere, I caught another transmission from Prime and his troops and a new set of co-ordinates of their new base, so I reprogrammed them into my navi-computer and headed on down.

After a couple of cycles I picked up a localized transmission asking for my designation and faction, unfortunately with my internal communications being down and only being able to receive transmissions, I was pretty much slagged if they decided to shoot me down.

So I did what I could and made sure my tracking beacon was running thus identifying me as an Autobot and not a Decepticon.

As I flew in over the co-ordinates I had received I tried to correct my speed and decent but miscalculated slightly and hit the ground rather hard, denting a few plates and I think a coolant line. I definitely don't wanna try that again, slag I hurt.

As I tried to stand up and get my bearings I noticed a large cloud of dust heading my way, and the vehicles that were the cause of it.

I did what I was trained to do and un-sub-spaced my rifle and aimed it at those incoming vehicles, all I could do was hope that they were Autobots and not Decepticons, I did not want to be a prisoner - they were never kind to them especially to any Femmes.

As they group got closer I noticed a pair of the vehicles transform into a couple of Mech's that I hadn't seen in quite sometime, and all but squealed in happiness as they headed towards me.

I called out to them externally and laughed when the shinny yellow Mech growled at me when I yelled, 'Hey there, Sunshine. Long time no prank me huh?'

As soon as the Twins were close enough they lifted me into a huge hug, Sunstreaker complaining about my nickname for him (good naturedly, I always could get away with it) and all but carried me back to the rest of the group and a rather cranky Medic by the looks of it.

'Autobot Sharpshooter, Designation: Roulette, reporting in Sir.' I said in Cybertronian as I tried to stand at attention, which was difficult with what plates were damaged, but I managed it - but only just.

'At ease, Roulette. I am glad that another of our group has managed to make it this far, we thought for sure that there were no longer any Femmes left out in the cosmos, after the massacre.' came Primes response in English.

'I would have been slagged to Pit and back if it wasn't for the Twins and Trailbreaker back at the battle for Iacon, Sir.' I replied to Prime in English as Sideswipe was still holding me up by my left servos and Sunny was holding me up by my right, I was exhausted, and very low on energon.

Prime nodded and then asked a question I knew was coming, just not this quickly.

'Roulette, have you had any contact with any other Femmes at all whilst you journeyed here?'

I cringed as I shook my head and looked down at my hands. 'I'm sorry sir, but I picked up no other transmissions from any surviving Femmes or other Autobots. All transmissions I received were the ones that I picked up from you at the edge of this system and some whilst floating past the planet Mars, and those were all Decepticon transmissions. I played it safe by lowering my signature as I passed by them, and sir and they still caught up with me, they decided to use me for a short round of target practice.' I looked up as I mentioned the next piece of information, 'I just want to point out that they have one Pit of a base up there and I do not want to see it again ever.'

All Prime did then was nod his head in understanding and then turned to a very disgruntled and garish neon yellow Medic (who was already cursing under his breath in Cybertronian at the damage he could see with and without the scans), whilst saying 'I will leave you to Ratchet's tender mercies and we will have you meet the rest of the group after he has given you a clear bill of health. Is that alright with everyone concerned?'

All Ratchet did was grumble an affirmative whilst I replied, 'yes sir, understood fully sir, and could I ask a question sir before we leave here?'

'Go ahead, Roulette.' came Prime's calm response. 'would it be possible for Sunstreaker and Sideswipe to help me to the base, I am rather low on Energon and a few of my leg plates are damaged from the impact with a few asteroids on the way here and then the rather rough landing I had. I don't think that if the Twins let me go right now that I could get very far without falling over, ' Prime nodded his head in agreement.

I then turned towards the CMO and continued, 'Umm, Chief Medical Officer Ratchet, sir, I had turned off my pain receptors to the damaged areas and thus I haven't any idea other than the fact that I need help standing how bad the injuries are, if I wasn't so low on Energon right now I would probably data-burst you the information as I turned the receptors back on. That is unless the pain actually sent me into a stasis lock.'

Ratchet looked at me and glared a little more before nodding and told Sunstreaker and Sideswipe to carefully help me to the Med Bay back at the base. Apparently I was lucky enough to land roughly 138 miles from their new base (Certain Twins *Sunny*cough*Sides*cough* had landed clear over on the North Eastern Seaboard of the United States *roughly 2000 miles from where they were supposed to land*.) Yeah…. Definitely not going to be walking that on my own… and Ratchet and Primus forgive me for saying this but, I am really glad the Twins are here for me.

As we started back towards the plane that would take us to base (only 10 miles to walk to the plane ~ way to overshoot a landing huh!), I watched as Optimus Prime's tall and impressive build sagged at the shoulders in what I guess could be described as defeat, maybe it could be described as tired, or world weary. I didn't know him very well, like I did the Twins and the rest of the group I had served with, since we very rarely saw Prime up close back then, but I swear reading a Mech's body language was something of an art form.

And one I had had plenty of time to perfect with working under Commander Prowl for a while writing up those blasted security reports (he was always a stoic Mech ~ even his door wings never gave anything away, was always his optics) whilst I was laid up after a particular injury from fighting Skywarp - blast that sneaky Seeker. The next time I see him he will be getting a Plasma Rifle shoved up his afterburners and fired, then have him strapped down and let the minor twins have some fun with a seeker.

I was really not looking forward to being laid up in the Med Bay but I knew that Ratchet would never let me out until I was back to 100 per cent functionality.

A.N.: We have left this story open ended so that there is possibility for a second part to this story arc, there may be romance in the next story, there may not it all depends on how my muse feels I guess.

If there is anyone who wants to try writing a follow on from this please PM us and we'll see what we think about letting you guys have a crack at Roulette and the gang - but keep her in Character please.

Adieu for now my friends.

Crystal and Roulette