Hey everyone, I'm baaaack!

I am so, so sorry for the ridiculously long wait. I won't bore you with excuses, so let's just get down to it.

The drawing contest is over because nobody submitted a picture, which I'm pretty disappointed about. Looks like the title picture isn't going to be changing anytime soon.

Now for some replies to reviews.

RaphaelplusMikey: You'll get to see how she feels about Screamer this chapter, so hope I don't disappoint.

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Jaki822: I'll probably do something with that in a later chapter. Thanks for the ideas. Hope you like how I used them (if I haven't yet, I will soon enough)

11guest11: Always good to get a review from you. To answer SOME of your questions: There will be some insight and foreshadowing regarding Megatron's and Soulsong's relationship in this chapter, so keep a look out. No, Breakdown and K.O. are NOT a couple in this story. They're just long-time buds. Thanks for the support. :) Enjoy.

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No legend; you won't need it.

And now, without firther ado, Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I've been on the Nemesis for about two days, now. So far, the only 'Cons I've seen are Knockout, Breakdown, and a bunch of vehicons. I know Starscream is somewhere in this med-bay, but he must be in another room. I've only been in this part of the med-bay, the halls of the Nemesis, and Knockout's quarters. His room is pretty sparse - probably one of Megatron's regulations or something. There was only a berth, a computer console, an energon dispenser, and a closet in the back that I'm not allowed to go inside.

Given that it smells like paint, that's probably where he keeps the supplies he uses to keep his finish in top condition.

Knockout has been very sweet to me, as if I truly was his sparkling. He treats me much the same way Ratchet does. I asked him about it, and he explained that his parental programming was activated when he volunteered to be my caretaker. Same for Ratchet. That explained why the normally crotchety medic turned into such a sweetspark around me so quickly.

I spend most of my time in the med-bay with Knockout and Breakdown. Breakdown is actually pretty good with sparklings. He told me he had a baby brother, Wildrider. Back on Cybertron, before the war, Breakdown would babysit him when their creators went out or were working. He said his name had fit him perfectly, as he had been an absolute terror when he was little. Compared to him, I was a walk in the park. Yes, Cybertron used to have parks, too.

Right now, Breakdown was at one of the energon mines and Knockout was typing away at a computer console. I was bored out of my mind. Knockout had given me a data pad with access to the internet about two hours ago, but I'd grown bored with it about five minutes ago. Mostly, I had been on Youtube watching various videos I had loved as a human. But, now that I can't think of any other videos to watch or games I feel like playing, I have nothing to do. Knockout looks busy, so I won't bug him for right now.

Instead, I climbed off the berth where I had been sprawled out on my stomach area as quietly as I could, and looked around. There was a door on the other side of the room, about forty feet away from me. I would have to be very quiet and tip-toe behind Knock-

Stupid, stupid me. I thought as I quietly face palmed. I could just warp to the door. Why didn't I think of that. I thought before I realized that I had thought of it. I smiled to myself and warped to the door. It whooshed upward and I turned my head to see if Knockout had heard. He had not, so I tip toed in as the door closed.

The first thing I noticed - and it would be difficult not to - was Starscream laying on a berth in the middle of the room. He looked pretty beat up - probably from Megatron beating the scrap out of him - but he did not look as bad as he had in Shadowzone. For one thing, he had two arms instead of one.

I just stood there quietly, debating whether or not to leave or introduce myself. I really, really like Starscream. I have ever since I had watched Transformers: Animated when I was ten. He was my favorite Decepticon on that show, and on this one right next to Knockout. He was just so amusing, with his high pitched voice and cowardly yet pompous attitude. Oh, and let's not forget his superiority complex, which seems to be a constant throughout the Transformers multiverse.

In the end, I decided to introduce myself. I tip-toed over to the berth, and climbed up. Starscream appeared to be sleeping - or maybe unconscious. Next, I debated whether or not to wake him. Starscream was not someone one would call predictable. He could become violent if I wake him. I was so caught up in my internal debating that I did not notice him begin to stir.

"So, you are the sparkling the Allspark has chosen as a vessel." a shrill, all too familiar voice broke into my thoughts.

I started and looked up to see Starscream staring at me. I stood stock still, my wings pointing downward, not sure if I should run or not. There must have been fear in my optics - or he understood what the position of my wings indicated - because Starscream chuckled.

"There is no need to fear me, seekerlet. As a seeker, it goes against my very coding to harm a sparkling, much less a seeker such as you." he said in a gentle, consoling tone.

I tilted my head to the side slightly, my wings returning to normal position. I had known this fact, but I was not certain if it was true. After all, fanfictions could only be so reliable in accuracy. Once again, Starscream interrupted my train of thought.

"Tell me, sparkling, what is your designation?" he asked.

"Soulsong." I answered without hesitation.

"Soulsong." he repeated, as if testing it out on his glossa. He seemed to approve.

"I am Starscream." he introduced himself.

"Hi Starscweam." I greeted, deciding to play as though I had not already known.

He raised an optic ridge. "Your voice box has not fully developed yet, has it?" he inquired.

I shook my head in answer before changing the subject. "What happened to you?" I asked, gesturing to all of his scratches and dents.

He hesitated in answering, probably embarrassed. So, I decided to guess, even though I totally knew.

"Did Megatwon beat you up again?"

He spluttered in shock before getting out a coherent sentence. "How could you possibly know about that?!"

"I know lots of things." I replied, smiling childishly. Then I changed the subject again. "How come Skywarp and Thundercwacker aren' with you?"

He just stared at me until he sighed in morose. "I do not know what happened to them. We were separated during the great exodus. I believe they are somewhere within this galaxy, but they are too far away to pinpoint their exact location. I know they are still online, but I do not know if I will ever see them again." He explained, looking off into the distance, his expression as morose as his tone.

I put my little servo on his, bringing his attention back to me. "Don' be sad, Starscweam. I know you'll see them again. It migh' be a vewy long time, but you'll find them, or they'll find you. Just don' give up hope."

He smiled minutely at me. "Thank you, Soulsong."

I smiled back. Touching sparks is fun.

The door I had used opened, revealing Knockout.

"Starscream, have you seen-" he started to say before he spotted me. "Soulsong, darling, there you are." he said.

He walked over and picked me up. "Sweetspark, if you're going to wander off at least tell me so I don't have a spark attack looking for you." he scolded.

"Sowy, Knockout." I apologized. Perhaps I should have told him. Oh well, can't do anything about it now.

"It's alright, just don't do that to me again. This ship can be a dangerous place for a sparkling."

Starscream chuckled at our exchange. "My, my, Knockout. Already, you have become such a, what do humans call it? Ah yes, mother hen."

Knockout huffed. "Well excuse me for being a good creator."

"The last time I checked, you had not bonded with the youngling yet." Starscream pointed out. " Lord Megatron will not be pleased when he finds out."

"As I have already explained to Breakdown, you cannot force a bond on a sparkling. It must be mutual."

"So, the sparkling has no interest in bonding with you?"

"Well, we are Decepticons. I mean, if you had been raised by Autobots, would you bond with one of us?"

Starscream contemplated this for a moment before answering. "No, I suppose not. But, will that be enough to placate our master?"

"I should think so. He may be a bit belligerent, but he is still more than capable of listening to reason."

"I disagree."

"Ha, well of course you would."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean, don't pretend you don't when you're laid up in my med-bay."

Starscream growled before falling silent.

As Knockout walked us out of the room, I looked over his shoulder and waved goodbye at Starscream. He smiled and raised his clawed servo in farewell.

I think I made a friend.

The next day was pretty much the same, minus Starscream. Instead of visiting him, I decided to wander the halls. I know, I should have told Knockout, but Starscream was not off base when he called Knockout a mother hen. In the three days I've been here, Knockout has barely let me leave the med-bay. I don't know what he thinks will happen. I mean, I am the Allspark; who is going to hurt me? Sure, the vehicons aren't the sharpest tools in the shed, but would they really shoot a sparkling?

Even so, I stuck to the walls to avoid tripping anyone up. By this point, I was still only a foot taller than Jack, so, I might be mistaken for a human if the drones were not looking closely.

I managed to get by unnoticed for about eight minutes until - "Stop, right there."

I froze, and slowly turned around. A vehicon stood behind me, but he did not have his blaster out.

"You're the sparkling everyone is talking about, aren't you? You're the Allspark." The last one wasn't a question. I nodded in answer.

"What are you doing out here by yourself?" he inquired.

"Esplo'wing." I replied.

"Exploring, huh? Well, some of my friends and I have been curious about you. Would you like to meet them?" He offered.

I smiled. "Okay." I said, and walked up to him so he could pick me up.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Well, we weren't given names when we were created; just codes. But, since coming to this planet, we noticed that some of our codes look a little like human names. So, that's how we acknowledge each other now. Just not in front of our superiors." he explained as he carried me to wherever his friends were. "My comrades call me Steve."

Steve! Steve is real! My inner fan girl shrieked. I had read a bunch of fanfictions where one of the drones had started calling himself Steve. This is awesome! I get to meet Steve!

"I'm Soulsong." I introduced myself.

"Soulsong, huh? That's a pretty name."

I beamed at him. "Thank you."

A thought suddenly stuck me, and I asked him, "What do the dwones whose codes don' look like human names call themselves?"

"Oh, they just take on a name they like." He explained, shifting me in his hold before continuing. "Another trooper I know, his code is X9FE-8Y, so he and other troopers with the same problem went on that primitive version of the DataNet this planet has and looked up human names. Not all of us did that, though. Some of us chose cybertronian names. That particular trooper chose the name Sanjay."

I giggled at that. You would not expect a vehicon trooper to voluntarily choose to go by a name like Sanjay.

Steve chuckled a little, too. "Yeah, it does sound kinda silly. But, he likes it, so I don't say anything about it."

I smiled at him. "You nice. I like you."

The only indication that what I had said had any affect in him was the brightening of his red visor. "I like you, too, kid." He replied after a moment.

We walked in comfortable silence a for a short while before Steve stopped at a door. A second later, it opened to reveal a very large room filled to the brim with vehicon troopers. Large monitors were scattered about the room, each showing some form of human audio/visual entertainment. Some monitors showed various TV shows, movies, and sports games. Others showed video games ranging from Call of Duty to Mario Cart. And still others showed the global news, various Internet videos - from music to cute animals doing silly things and everything in between - and other websites found on the Internet.

"This is the ship's recreational room." Steve explained as I looked around in awe. "It's mostly used by us vehicons. Lord Megatron only comes in here to gather soldiers for missions or when he's found another mine. Sometimes he even comes in just to yell at a higher up for slacking off. Anyway, I don't believe Commander Starscream ever comes in here, but Knockout and Breakdown come down here at least once a day to just - uh, what do the humans say?" He struggled to find the phrase for a moment before it came to him. "Oh yeah, hang out."

By this time, a small group of vehicons had spotted us and had begun to come over. The vehicon at the front of the group waved as he called out. "Hey Steve, where have you been? You missed the first half of Family Guy."

"Sorry, guys." Steve apologized. "I got off duty late and then got sidetracked." He explained, shifting me in his hold to call attention to my presence. It worked, and soon I had four different red visors trained on me. I still don't like it when crowds stare at me, even if it's a small one like this.

"A sparkling?" a different vehicon asked.

"Aww, she's so cute." another cooed. "I've never seen a sparkling before."

"Most of us vehicons haven't." yet another vehicon stated.

"Wait... I think I heard Lord Megatron talking with Knockout about her. Isn't she supposed to be the incarnation of the Allspark?" the second vehicon asked.

The other vehicons snapped their heads to look at him for a moment, then back at me.

The vehicon who had yet to speak was the first to say something. "Steve... should she not be in the medical bay with Knockout?"

"Probably." Steve replied. "But, I found her wandering the halls. I thought she'd have fun in here with us."

"Steve," the fifth vehicon groaned. "What if she was not supposed to leave the medical bay? You should have taken her back."

"Why?" the third vehicon questioned. "She's already here, might as well show her what the rec room's all about."

"What if our higher-ups are looking for her?" The fifth vehicon snapped. "What if they find her here and terminate us for abducting her?" he finished with a low hiss.

If vehicons could roll their eyes, I am a hundred percent certain Steve and a couple other drones would have done just that. "Would you relax, Alex?"

The vehicon's - Alex - engine rumbled. "I have told you countless times, Steve. My designation is Alexander, and I do not care to be addressed by that mutilation."

"Mutilation?" Steve chuckled. "It's a nickname. Alexander is a mouthful."

Alexander huffed. "Do I call you Steven? No, I call you Steve because you expressed that was how you wanted to be addressed." He would have continued if Steve had not interrupted.

"And I appreciate that. But, we're not calling you Alexander." he said matter-of-factly.

Alexander went to retort when the vehicon who had called me cute cut him off. "Anyway, my designation is Sanjay." he introduced, giving way to introductions from the rest of e vehicons while Alexander stewed in silent indignation. Poor Alexander.

"I'm Eric." said the second vehicon.

"Name's Aaron." said the first vehicon.

"Call me Switchblade." said the fourth vehicon.

I smiled at each of them. "I'm Soulsong."

"Soulsong." said Sanjay, as if testing it on his glossa. "Pretty name for a pretty femme."

I beamed at him. He reminded me of Bumblebee.

"Well," Steve started. "Now that we're all acquainted, what say we show Song here the joys of the rec-room?"

There was a chorus of agreements from everyone. Except, of course, Alexander. Yeah, I'm going to call him by his full name because I feel kind of bad for him. I am no stranger to being at the mercy of less than cared for nicknames.

The next few hours were spent going from monitor to monitor, watching TV shows, movies, playing video games, Steve introducing me to more and more vehicons all the while. At one point, there was even a break dance off between two vehicons named Shockslide and Baxter, I kid you not. It was pretty awesome, I have to say. I had no idea vehicons - or cybertronians in general - would even be capable of moving in such ways. Baxter won in the end. Apparently, there had been a wager, and poor Shockslide had to chug eight cubes of significantly strong high grade. Steve did not let us stay to find out what Shockslide would do under the influence. Poor mech, he was going to feel that in the morning.

After that, our little group wandered over to a monitor where two vehicons - Mike and Percy, I was told - were sitting on a cybertronian version of a couch, racing each other in Mario Cart. The thing was, there was no Wii console or controllers. In fact, the two vehicons were just staring at the screen like the crowd watching them.

"How they playing without contwollers?" I asked Steve in a whisper.

"Their processors are linked to the monitor. It's kind of like what the humans call telekinesis, only they're manipulating digital images instead of solid objects." Steve explained.

"Oh..." I said, my confusion remedied. Then, I grinned. "I wanna play!"

Steve looked at me, then exchanged glances with his crew.

Sanjay spoke up. "I say we let her."

"I don't know," Alexander said. "She's only a sparkling, what if it's too much on her underdeveloped processor?"

"She'll be fine." Aaron said, flicking his servo as if to brush off Alexander's concerns. "This primitive software isn't complex enough to harm her processor."

Alexander still looked uncertain, but he did not voice any other concerns.

"Alrighty then, Song," Steve began. "Soon as Mike and Percy are through with their game, we'll hook you up and you can play winner. Sound good?"

"Uh huh." I smiled and watched the two vehicons continue their game.

Once Mike had won, Steve walked over and told Mike I was going to have a turn. Mike seemed skeptical - and amused, the fragger - that a sparkling wanted to attempt to beat him, but he was fine with it, regardless. He was in for a big surprise.

They plugged in a capable to the back of my CPU - one that I had failed to notice was also plugged into first two vehicons - and Mike let me be player one. I knew he was patronizing me, but he was going to be sorry he ever underestimated me. I knew this game like the back of my servo. I had played all the time when I was human. My sister could never, ever beat me. Nor could anyone else who tried. I was looking forward to the day I would have the dexterity to handle a real controller so I could see the look on Miko's face when I smoked her.

After I had chosen Princess Peach and Mike had chosen Bowser - who didn't see that coming - I chose one of the easier tracks, Moo Moo Meadows, to give Mike a false sense of security. It lasted for about five minutes, at which point I beat him by a good ten seconds.

"Beginners luck." he grumbled, clearly embarrassed he lost to a sparkling. I would be embarrassed, too, if the spectator vehicons were laughing at me as hard as they were at him. Sucks to be him.

I let him choose the next track. He chose a harder one, Sherbert Land, and this time I beat him by thirteen seconds. Mainly because I blew him up with a blue shell in a spot where he ended up falling into the arctic waters. He hit me with three blue shells, but I was too far ahead for it to matter. The crowd cheered for me and laughed at Mike even harder than last time.

"Ha! Mike's getting' scrapped by a sparkling!" one vehicon mocked.

"What's the matter Mikey? Is the big bad sparkling too skilled for you?" another vehicon heckled.

Mike was getting pissed. "Alright, kid," he growled. "Let's see you beat me on this course."

He picked Rainbow Road.

Admittedly, this was the course I still had not fully mastered. True, I could beat anyone at it, but first place only came half the time. Of course, I was so not about to let him know that. I would just need to be careful.

I am proud to say I only fell off the track once, while Mike fell off four times. Clearly, his anger and desperation were hindering his skills. I got first place, and poor Mike got eighth. The crowd erupted in cheers and praise for me. Mike was about to get up to leave in a huff, but I grabbed his servo before he could go. He looked back at me, his visor glowing in what I assumed to be anger and humiliation.

"Good game. You pretty good 'til the last race. Bad idea to race angry." I said. The crowd had gone quiet. "We play again sometime?" I asked with hopeful optics.

The crowd was completely still, awaiting his answer. Mike just stared at me for several seconds, then he chuckled.

"Sure, kid. You know, you're pretty good for a sparkling. I 'gotta respect that."

I beamed at him. "Thank you."

"No problem." he replied as I released his servo. "Later... Soulsong, was it?"

I nodded.

"Huh. Cute."

About half an hour after my video game match against Mike, Knockout finally found me. Boy, was he pissed. He had been searching the entire ship since about ten minutes after I had left the med-bay. Steve tried to mitigate Knockout's rage by telling him how much fun I'd had, but Knockout wasn't having it.

"I don't care how good a time she had with you, Steve. It's no excuse for giving me a spark attack." he had seethed.

Now, Knockout has me in total lockdown in the med-bay. The good news is, he decided I needed someone to keep me out of trouble. Probably because he knew it would not be that hard for me to escape the med-bay with my abilities, both mental and physical.

Steve volunteered and I was thrilled. Knockout was against it at first, but one look at my puppy-dog eyes and Knockout said yes just to get me to stop. Oh, the perks of being a sparkling.

Now, a day later, Steve and I are watching a movie with Starscream in his private little room. We were watching Madagascar 2, as we had just finished the first movie. The scene with Alex's dad, Zuba, and Makunga was playing.

"Before I kick your butt, let me ask you something." Zuba said. "Why do you even want to become the Alpha Lion?"

"I'm better looking, I have better hair, I'm deceivingly smart, and... I want everyone else to do what I say." Makunga replied without missing a beat.

"You..." I said, drawing out the word as I pointed at Starscream. Steve snickered.

Starscream blinked before it clicked for him. He narrowed his eyes and looked away. "I resent that."

"Why? 'Cuz you share personality twaits with a lion?" I asked mockingly. Steve snickered a little harder.

Starscream growled. "Quiet, seekerlet. I am trying to watch this ridiculous yet engrossing human film."

I just giggled at that. When you've been watching Starscream on television for as long as I have, it's hard to be scared of him. Especially if you've seen the Transformers: Animated version of Starscream. That one will always be my close, second favorite Starscream right next to this one.

Actually, that was the first version of Starscream I had ever seen. Transformers: Animated was my first glimpse into the Transformers fandom. I watched it on CartoonNetwork every Saturday morning when I was ten. I had absolutely adored that show. I still think there should have been a season four.

Once the show had ended, I did not watch anything from Transformers until I was fourteen. That was when I had stumbled onto an anime website while searching for the final episodes of Generator Rex. I was looking at the site's list of cartoons when I saw they had the entire TF:A series. I also saw several other Transformers series like the entire Unicron Trilogy, Beast Machines and Wars, and the first season and half of season two of Prime. The show looked interesting to me - plus, I was bored, so why not - so I watched the first episode and I really liked it.

For some unknown, bizarre reason I did not fall in love with the show until I turned fifteen. Same went for my attraction to cybertronians, specifically Optimus and Megatron. Yes, I admit it, I think Megatron is hot. What Transformers fangirl doesn't? But, I will always choose Optimus over Megsy because Optimus is beautiful on the inside as well as the outside. Megaton is only beautiful on the outside, and even then it's ruined by his blood-red optics and fangs. But... his spark wasn't always so putrid...

My train of thought was derailed when Knockout came in.

"Afternoon, Commander." he greeted Starscream.

"Doctor." Starscream greeted Knockout without looking away from the movie.

"Steve." Knockout greeted my guardian.

"Hey, Knockout." Steve greeted, also not looking away from the screen.

"Hello, darling." he greeted me as he picked me up.

"Hi!" I greeted more enthusiastically than my movie buddies. "You watch movie with us?" I asked hopefully. Because of his duties as a medic, Knockout can't spend a large amount of time with me. Hence the need for a babysitter named Steve.

"I would, Soulsong, but it's time for you daily power-down." Translation: nap time.

I made a whining sound. "I don' wanna!"

"Now, sweetspark, we go through this everyday. How do expect to become a full-grown femme if you don't recharge enough?"

I gave him a look. "I be full-grown femme in eight months. You know that." I pointed out.

"True, but it will only take longer if you don't get enough power-down." he countered.

I sighed, knowing this was and always would be a losing battle. He brought me closer to his chassis and I hugged his neck plating.

"That's my sparkling." he said, a smile in his tone.

He turned to head for the door. From here, I could see Starscream and Steve, so I waved to them. "Buh-bye."

They waved back until the door closed. I wondered if they would stay and watch the rest of the movie.

I am so done with this.

I've been lying in my crib - which is basically a carbon copy of my crib back at base, but without my blanket, pillow, and toys - for about twenty minutes now. It's clear enough I won't be falling asleep anytime soon. So, I sat up and peered over the edge of my crib. I spotted a ventilation shaft at the top of the wall to the right of the door. I grinned wickedly to myself just before warping to the inside of the shaft. Once there, I began my journey through the vents of the Nemesis.

I would periodically stumble upon other grates looking out into various rooms and hallways of the Nemesis. There usually wasn't much to see, though, so I would look for about five seconds before moving on. At one point, I stumbled upon Soundwave's room, but he was just typing away on a personal monitor. Typical Soundwave. I did, however, notice a feline-looking drone lounging on his berth.

Must be Ravage. I thought to myself. I would have to find out why Ravage was never shown in battle in the TV show before I left the Nemesis.

After a little while of roaming the vents, I finally found something worth spying on. Megatron's personal quarters. They were quite luxurious compared to other rooms I had seen on the ship. Made sense, being the 'king' of the 'Cons and all. From where I sat watching, I could see Megatron standing in front of a mirror. What he was doing, I will forever keep locked into my memory files.

They leader of the Decepticons was growling at his own reflection. Making blood - or, more appropriately, energon - curdling expressions and frighteningly intimidating stances. Megatron was practicing scaring the transmission fluid out of his soldiers.

It had to be the funniest thing I had seen since being reincarnated.

I was able to hold it together for about three, maybe four minutes. But, when the warlord accidentally made a face that would bring any mech to his knees, clutching his sides from the force of his laughter, I completely lost it. The laughter I had been fighting to hold in burst out in an utter guffaw, it was that intense. I was just fortunate cybertronians don't need to breathe.

My laughter was cut short when the grate disappeared and was replaced by a hand that reached in and grabbed me, making me squeal in surprise. I was pulled out of the vent to be brought face to face with the fearsome warlord.

Oddly enough, he didn't look all that pissed.

"Would I be correct to assume Knockout does not know of your little excursion throughout my warship's ventilation system?" he asked in a knowing tone.

"Yup." I replied like it was no big deal.

I saw a ghost of a smirk form on his lips. It was gone as quickly as it had appeared, though.

"Tell me, sparkling. Did you have a particular destination in mind?" he inquired.

I shook my head. "Nope, not 'weally. Knockout made go down for a nap, but I wasn' tired." I explained. "I was bored, so I decided to try explo'wing again."

He cocked an optic ridge. "Again?"

"Yeah. The first time I found Starscweam. The second time I met Steve an' he took me to the 'wec woom an' I met more vehicons an we played games an' watched movies an' I beat one vehicon at Mawio Cart an' now he's my fwiend just like Steve an'-"

I went silent at his chuckle. "You certainly are a spirited one, I must say."

I did not respond.

I guess he hadn't been expecting me to. "I suppose it is to be expected." He mused. "So much power contained in such a small vessel..." he trailed off as a faraway look took over his optics.

I narrowed my eyes. I could just see what he was picturing in his mind. "I'm not gonna let you use my energy to hurt the Autobots or the humans. Or anyone else." I said with a resolute tone.

He seemed to come back to reality as he sneered at me. "And how would you stop me?"

"My body, my energy, my choice. You have no control over me, Megatwon. No one does." I said matter-of-factly.

"Knockout certainly seems to." he countered.

"Knockout isn' trying to make me hurt people." I pointed out. "No one can make me do anything I truly don't want to do."

"Not even Primus?"

I went to retort, but, unfortunately, he had me there. I love Primus; he was my first creator. He had always kept mine and Cybertron's best interest in mind. I knew this. Which is why he had told me not to create Megatron.

I had grown weary of the metaphorical stasis Cybertronian society had been stuck in for billions of vorns. The last several Primes had not received the Matrix of Leadership for good reason. Including Sentinel Prime. He was one of the few beings that I had come close to hating. But, that's a story for another time.

Cybertron needed a new Prime. One who was actually worthy of the Matrix. And so I journeyed to the lowest depths of the Well of Sparks; to my beloved Prima's chambers. He too had grown weary of the stasis, and agreed to be reborn as Orion Pax.

This time, however, I did not want Prima to be alone, and so Alpha Trion agreed to watch over him. He was, however, elderly even before the birth of Orion Pax. I wanted someone who would always be with him when I couldn't be. After all, I had to return to the Well at some point, or there would be no new generations of cybertronians. I had consulted the other ten Primes, but they wanted to remain in blissful peace. I would not rob them of that; they had sacrificed so much so long ago.

I was left with only one choice. One who Prima had considered a brother until his betrayal.

I traveled to another chamber. The barrier between the Well and the Pit. Very few cybertronians are doomed to what humans would call eternal damnation, and Megatronus was apart of this small population. As was Liege Maximo, but there was nothing in the cosmos that would convince me to trust him again. I would always have a soft spot for Megatronus. I was certain Liege had warped his mind or something. Nothing would ever convince me that he had sided with Unicron of his own free will. Boy, was I wrong.

I made a deal with Megatronus. I release him from the Pit and he agrees to be reborn to rule by Prima's side once again as Optimus Prime and Megatron. Needless to say, he agreed. I had never seen Primus so enraged with me ever before. Not even when I had tried to convince Liege to reconsider his allegiance to Unicron, which had resulted in a very close encounter with death. Fortunately, Prima had followed me and saved me before Liege could strike the final blow.

Primus had tried very hard to force Megatronus back to the Pit by setting him up with a life in the Pits of Kaon as a member of the warrior caste. Frankly, I was pleased with the result, as I had thought it would bring balance to Megatron's and Optimus' reign. They would have sympathy for both the higher and lower castes, and I thought it would be a recipe for equilibrium.

Approximately 137,000 years before the Exodus, just after I had boar the last generation of sparklings, Optimus and Alpha Trion had agreed that sending me off planet was the safest course of action. Megatron had wanted to use my power for... well, honestly, I don't know. Neither of them would tell me. Alpha Trion made that stupid box to contain the Allspark pulsing within my chassis, and Optimus sent me into space for Theta Scorpii. Thankfully, Alpha Trion had been kind enough to put my spark - my soul - into stasis so I would not have to endure millennia of solitary confinement. I'll admit, it had been peaceful.

What neither of them had anticipated was an asteroid that knocked me off course, sending me in Earth's direction instead. After 63,478 years or so, I crash landed in the middle of an Autobot settlement in what the humans now call India, where they managed to open up the containment vessel and I was released into the very Earth. After a few centuries of... adapting to my new environment, I created the first batch of humans in India, Europe, and Eastern China and a few hundred species of various animals all over the world, their souls that of the fallen Autobots and Decpeticons who were trapped within my spark, as I could not bear anymore generations in the state I had been in during the trip.

Sometimes I wonder if I should have listened to Primus when I had the chance...

WOO! Longest chapter yet with over 6,000 words. WOO! Ugh... I am so frickin' tired!
Hope y'all like it. Don't expect Chapter 7 for awhile. I really don't know how long that will take, at this point. I mean, I thought I'd have this chapter out by early November at the latest.

DO THE POLL!

Also, I started my own community awhile ago. It's full of stories about or involving Optimus falling for human female OCs. So, if that's what you're into, I suggest you go check it out. And, if you know any good stories that aren't already in my community, PM me and I'll read it to see if it's good enough. Thanks!