Prime Blood's Skyfire (story in my saga. It's supposed to be a series of short vignettes snapshots of his life cut and spliced from my other stories and Hasbro's G1. If it looks like someone else's, tough beans, I came up with this stuff.)

Warning: executions mentioned

Sparklinghood: Skyfire was a lucky youngling mech. His creator and sire truly loved and wanted him. Aurora and Snowfire had been in love for what seemed like ages. Snowfire's duties were to schedule transportation for the council members. Aurora was his assistant. When they proposed their bid to bond, it wasn't hard to get the three counsel signatures required. They were an efficient and brilliant team.

After many more vorns, they came to the counsel again asking permission to naturally procreate. That was met with a bit more hesitation when Aurora had put in her resignation if the sparkling was granted. She wanted to be a full time creator and volunteer at the day care center for families who both had to work. Finally, it was granted. Aurora and Snowfire made their way to the procreation area at the side of the Well of All Sparks. Showing their authorization form, the couple was shown to a secluded cove of the Well, and left alone. From there, Snowfire took his beloved's servos in his and led them to submerge in the sacred waters of the Well. With tender kisses, their sparks emerged and became One within the Well pool.

"Snowfire-Aurora you have come to ask a gift of the Well of the AllSpark. What is it you want?"

Snowfire-Aurora smiled and with all sincerity asked, "A gift of our love to shine on and give back to You. A gift of our love to hold, cherish and bless Cybertron. It is all we ask for."

AllSpark smiled and laughed gently with the merged being before it. "You have not asked for a strong mech, or a fair femme. Nor have you asked for a powerful one or one that take care of you in your weakening days. No, you have asked for a gift of love. Anything else?"

Snowfire-Aurora sheepishly asks one more, "We don't want to know if it is femme or mech or even it's coloring. We want this little sparkle of love to be a complete surprise."

AllSpark laughed with even greater joy. "Oh you… you have brought ME the greatest joy. The greatest honor you have given me is your faith in me. You shall have it. But I will tell you this: your sparkling will exceed your greatest hopes, your sparkling will be gifted with wisdom, a tender and caring spark and most of all, go beyond the limits of Cybertron to serve." With that, One became three again and a fourth blossoming sparkling within Aurora's spark chamber. Snowfire's greatest joy was to be the one to help Skyfire emerge from his creator's chest chasse and see his optic open many cycles later.

~~From there Skyfire's sparklinghood was wonderful. He was everything the AllSpark said. Compassionate and warm, easy going, smart as a whip, strong and all mech. And unlike his parents, a flyer. As mechhood approached and his wings came online, the counsel came in and decided what the final courses he would take to finish his assigned education. Skyfire also became more aware of the problems with Cybertronian politics. It was an issue he and his fellow science friends were chaffing against.

Snowfire allowed Skyfire and his best friend, Starscream to carry on their greatest passions for science in the basement. Starscream was not blessed with a loving home and Snowfire knew he needed encouragement. He was worried how Starscream was going to bare the assignment the counsel had pressed down on him: Elita Guard. Luckily, Skyfire had also been assigned. Hopefully they would be assigned together.

Training: Yes, Skyfire and Starscream were sent to "ped-camp" together. Directly after completion, they were sent to their formal training. Starscream to Seeker Elite Counsel Guard duty. Skyfire, Elita Officer and Tactical Training. Both were skilled warriors and excellent flyers. Skyfire was more officer's material for his level temperament. Where as Starscream's short temper would clear a path through any protestors or instigators. Then he was assigned his Trine.

Seeker Command: Skyfire was assigned to see over the numerous Trines. When Seeker Air Commander Nightblast fell to spark arrest (after too many high-grades and an unconfirmed "pleasure 'bot") the counsel chair came to Skyfire, "You are now Commander."

Skyfire scoffed, "I'm a scientist."

The Chair scoffed back, "Science is a hobby. Haven't you noticed we are on the brink of civil war?"

Skyfire bit back what he really wanted to say about how the counsel ran the planet with their caste system, but didn't want to hurt his parents. "Yes, I've noticed."

"Look Skyfire, you're the best. You have already implemented procedures that have saved time and credits for not just your Seekers but many more areas of the planet. You should be pleased."

Skyfire looks down to his servos, "I'm grateful you have noticed that. I'm just not sure-"

"Besides, your Seekers have made it clear, they want you." He points to the window where Starscream and his fellow Trine Commanders are giving him their approval.

Skyfire just can't let Starscream down. "Alright. I'll do it." And that is how Skyfire fulfilled the next piece of AllSpark's prophecy. Leadership and setting plans in motion for protection off world.

Onyx (*1): Making his way to the commissary, Skyfire slowed his steps to the sight before him. A stunning glossy black flyer with pearl trim came in for landing. He knew the body type: cargo transport. This particular one had made a smart modification. The cargo door opened, and the supplies were unloaded without bot assistance by use of tractor beams. When everything was neatly stacked, the craft unfolded and became a stunning black femme. Skyfire felt his spark triple it's pulse rate. It wasn't her broad gracefully curved shoulders, nor was it her large bust, nor sharply-shapely cut waist or the rounded hips that would fit so nicely in his cupped palms… or, or… No it was her optics and the tender smile on her face. She stopped, feeling a set of optics trained on her. Looking around carefully, her checks flushed pearl white in embarrassment.

Swiftly she bows her head and lowers her optics as trained by her supervisor, "I'm sorry Commander Skyfire. I didn't see you. I will-"

Skyfire's own voice hitches, "Ah…you are…?" Still blushing she doesn't answer. He steps closer and does something he just should not do. His palm cups her chin and raises it so he can look at her face. He just breathes, "Beautiful." She tries to turn her head away, but all it does is lay her cheek into his curved palm, his thumb grazes tenderly. She stops. He's not like the others. No, he holds her face like it is delicate crystal.

"Onyx," she whispers.

"Hey Skyfire! Where- oh!" Starscream stops suddenly, having never seen his friend ever look this way at a femme before.

Skyfire takes a step back and shoots his friend and embarrassed look. Starscream smirks and walks away silently. Skyfire turns back to the lower caste beauty before him. "Can I help you?" She shakes her head silent. "I'm bored, may I?"

To than she lifts her head and stares at him. Now he is the one flushing blue at the cheek plates, in embarrassment. Meekly she responds, "Oh. Well, what ever the Commander wants…" To which he frowns, and turns away picking up the first crate to bring it inside the store room. He's tired of the loose femmes swooning and vying for his spark purely for position in caste. Once again, Commander grates against his true nature.

Silently, but effectively, they get the supplies put away. As he stacks the last one, he turns and finds a cube of warm herbal Energon offered from a glossy black servo, "I'm sorry," she tells him softly. She was astute enough to realize, he wants to be a regular mech., not a title.

He smiles weakly taking the cube, "Me too," he knows he should have said something sooner.

"Commander-" she tries again. He shakes his head taking a drink, flipping a hand at the title. She nods her head to the others in the room. He looks up and realizes, he's being watched. She has to address him by title, and it is totally out of his class to be stacking crates. Bots are staring. He takes his cube and heads out the back door. She waits until everyone turns back and then heads after him.

There he is, seated, leaning against the wall, despondent, looking deep into his ration. She comes and sits beside him. "Don't care for the Commander life style much, do you?" He shakes his head. "Well you certainly aren't like the last guy, that for sure."

He turns to her, "I haven't seen you before." Now she flushes pearl again, obviously she has seen him before. He smiles up and smirks with a horrible pick up line considering the place, "So, do you come here often?" She can't help but giggle. He turns to her and finds the courage to be a bit serious, "Well? Are you going to tell me or not?"

As if they were at a bar, she decide to be cheeky, she takes his cube and takes a swig pretending it's high grade and hands it back, "I guess you'll just have to check the supply run records, Commander." To which she stands up, transforms and takes off into the dimming light.

Skyfire watches her take off smirking to himself, "What have I done?" Back at his desk, he does check. Like clock work, he was waiting for her, feigning an arrogant stance leaning back against the loading dock door when she arrives. He watches her unload again, and then transform. Silently, but smiling, they restock the supply cabinet again. This time he brings her the herbal cube. Then they head back to the loading dock to talk.

She had come from a hard life of working on a harsh farm. Coming to Cybertron and running commissary transport is a dream. Her roommates, all ten, aren't so bad. Besides it was safer in groups, but she didn't go into detail. He frowned for her tenuous situation.

~~By and by, they began to see more of each other. It wasn't long before she came to his quarters he shares with Starscream. She was trilled to see the experiments the two best friends were still conducting. Even though he frowned that they didn't get enough time to totally dive into.

"I'm sorry, Sky, it's not fair, is it?" She lays a palm on his.

He looks out the window, "For as much I have to be grateful for, it hurts that I can't purse what I feel I was meant to be. Who really knows me better? The counsel or me?"

She steps closer and lays her head against his back wrapping an arm around his waist. He lifts her hand to his lips tenderly. "I think I'm in love with you."

She mumbles against his back, "Why do you say it that way?"

Tender kisses across each glossy tip, "I don't know if I have the right to love you."

She lets her other palm trail up his chasse to over his spark, "I know I'm in love with you, but wasn't sure if ..." Slowly he turns and cups her cheek, tipping his head down, silently asks for permission. Lifting her chin, she gives it. Tenderly, warmly he takes her lips with his own. He knows she has been roughed around and knows how horrible mechs can be. That's why he is being so tender so careful afraid she will dash into the night if he makes a wrong move. Instead she curls and arm around his neck and one around his waist not letting him escape. And that's when Starscream came in. As Skyfire moaned in want, sliding the hand from her cheek to curl around her wing holding her tight against himself.

"Guess we don't need to turn up the heat in here tonight. Eh, Sky?" Skyfire motions with a hand for Starscream to beat it. Onyx presses the kiss deeper and her wings to nearly melt in his caress along the wing edge.

~~~ Within days, they were a regular item at the dance club. Not just any dance club, Tango. Skyfire more than enjoyed with Onyx. And she utterly trusted him to touch her. So many times on the dance floor, his spark nearly leapt from his chest armor to claim hers right there in front of everyone. On the dance floor, he proposed one night. She didn't have the heart to tell him it would never be approved. Instead, she said yes.

Under counsel law, he shortly found out, he was forbidden to bond with her. She was not considered a worthy mate of the Seeker Commander. He tried three times with different counsel members, but they all told him the same thing: it was fine that he dance and toy with her, but they did not see her fit to be mate to the commander. It wasn't unheard of for powerful military commanders or counselors to have concubines or trysts, but to join sparks with such a lower caste individual was scandalous. And certainly as Elite Air Commander, they did not want his spark and concentration tainted by the lower caste black and white commissary transport manager. He stormed back to his quarters where she awaited.

Skyfire was furious at the denial. He saw the look on her face: she always knew it wouldn't happen. He sinks to his knees clutching her hands to his spark, "Onyx, you are not to be toyed with. You are to be treasured, nearly worshiped." He begged, "Let us bond secretly, anyway."

She placed her tender finger tips to his lips and whispered, "I forbid it. I know if your yearly medical scan revealed the second spark signature (a spark bond) you will loose command. Or worse." Her execution, thereby breaking the bond. She knew he would not be able to survive the guilt.

He lifted her into his arms and carried her to his berth locking the private door. He laid down beside her and curled her to his body, "May I have you by my side tonight, my love?" She curled her head against his spark and let him soothe her back. Another celibate night, but not lost. No, the tender caresses to face, hands and words more than made up for was yearning yet forbidden.

The next day, she went and had a spark plate welded over her spark chamber. When Skyfire came home that night, he found her waiting for him in his wash rack doorway, "Come help me, please?" she asked. His spark leapt for her. Slowly he helped her remove her wing kibble and so forth, when she turned, he saw the plate over her spark slit painfully red against the tender underarmor, "Onyx, what is this?"

She puts her hand over his on the plate, "I will keep my spark wholly and only for you. You are free to choose a mate the counsel approves, but this (tapping the plate) is yours alone."

He gulps, "I…I will have no one they choose. Only you may touch my spark."

"Very well. I accept you as my mate as well." He boldly and wantonly kisses her. She gives it back. And there in the wash rack, she touches his spark with her finger tips and kisses. They became mated in every other sense of the relationship.

The War (*2) Then all Pit broke loose. The Seekers feuded which side to turn to. Skyfire told them boldly, "I will not follow Megatron. This is a chance for you to choose for yourself. Megatron has decided to claim you, but I will not lead for him." Majority of the Seekers turned and followed their new leader: Commander Starscream. They had agreed with Megatron's plans for Cybertron's future. All but Skyfire and Jetfire. Skyfire had to get off this disgusting rock as soon as possible and headed for parts unknown. Onyx followed him. He could not stand by and watch another war tear his home apart.

"Weak sparked fool," Thrust snorted. Starscream, upset by his close friend's retreat, shot Thrust through the wing tip.

"Any one else like to pipe up? Skyfire may have gone to get reinforces, have any of you thought of that?" No one speaks. "Good, now let's get to work." With that conversation ended, Starscream laid out the plan. But everyone knew Skyfire was gone for good and Starscream just would not publicly acknowledge it. Nor personally.

Autobots Onyx helped calm and sooth Skyfire's feelings over Starscream's rift. With her encouragement he came back to Cybertron. "Maybe the new Prime will let you finally do what you want. Science?"

Ultra Magnus introduced the former Air Commander to the new Prime. When it came out that Skyfire's second passion was science, Prime nodded and encouraged. First, of course, was Onyx and Prime couldn't blame him (checking a glance to his own mate).

Bonding (*3) As soon as the new Prime, found out about the couple's denied desire, (thanks to Jetfire and Ravenfire) he sealed them a mere minutes after the plate have been painfully removed by acid surgery. Starscream had been silently present in the background at his old friend's bonding ceremony. Skyfire saw him, with a lit of hope that their friendship could be healed. As did Onyx.

Prime and the others, turned their back allowing the couple to officially spark bond for the first time setting off a blast of light causing Elita to clutch Optimus' hand tightly. When the light dimmed, Optimus turned to Skyfire, "Commander, dismissed." His respectful way of telling them to go have their much needed private time. The black and white couple tore off the planet to his favorite place. A green lush planet with a moon and sunlight. When they arrived, it was still day light and he could make love to his mate seeing every freckle and dimple of her underarmor. He relished and cherished it. The One, craved it. They couple slipped into love drugged stasis. When the moon arose and the daylight slipped away, she reached for him again. She handed him a vial, "A gift." He trusted her wholly and consumed it watching her consume hers. The taste was sweet on his tongue, and he answered her physical plea with his own One-filled passion. It left them both exhausted, so sure that her body had drained every fluid from his body. He slumped to the soft ground, cuddling her closely.

The Attack (*4): A jab to his neck yanked him from his love drugged stasis, and then, he could feel nothing. He could only watch as a strange shape pulled Onyx from his grasp. "No! What are you doing? NO! ONYX! NO NO NO! This isn't happening!"

Still the mystery shape continued to pull her from his naked grasp leaving him crying out into the night as she disappeared. A new horrible cry emanated from his own paralyzed body only to be joined with her own pained one fading into the night. It wasn't until sunrise that the drug wore off and his limbs began to tingle. Unfortunately, his processor had been on line the whole time. He touched his long distance com, "I'm not coming back. I must find the fiend that stole my Onyx." And he left the Autobots with silence. He took off.

Ice (G1): And that was when he and Starscream met back over Earth, and the ice, and the storm and the yelling of accusations and denials. Insinuations and refusals. And then the fists came out. One last blow and Skyfire's vision went white, for vorns. Until the Autobots found him frozen solid in the ice. Yet as soon as he could, he was gone again searching for Onyx.

Elita (*5): When word reached him of Elita's execution, the strange details tugged at his spark in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. He hadn't been bonded to Onyx long enough to really experience the sparklink. Sparkbond, yes, but not the telepathic abilities of the link. Now, something about Elita's death was tugging him. He came to Optimus personally and pledged his allegiance to him: alone. He would only come if Prime called.

It was a vorns later that he witnessed Chromia's capture. His spark froze. How could he shoot his beloved Onyx down? And what was she doing? He let her escape.

It seemed like a reoccurring nightmare when he found Onyx for the last time. This time she was preparing to execute Chromia. Muzzle to the forehead, just like Elita was found.

(8*)"Noooooo," Skyfire's whole body and soul sags. His own horror is remembering everything he saw Optimus go through back on Earth feeling his mate's death. It was too horrible for Skyfire see both sides of his beloved friends spark-splitting pain and then to know, his own spark mate did it. Half of his own life force: controlled by someone else: killed his friend's mate and future. Panting and trying to control his anger at the Powers At Be-

Mindwipe's voice comes through Onyx again, "And now, it's your turn, Commander."

Skyfire turns swiftly, snatching the femme's weaponed wrist curling it behind her back and shoving the barrel against the back of her neck. Chromia, forgotten by all, crumbles to the ground. Skyfire's strength (fueled by anger and grief) is stronger than the black femme, something Mindwipe can't control. As much as the white commander's emotions are trembling, his hands are tightly firm extremely steady. He clutches her other hand over her pulsing spark chamber pressing her back against his torso, painfully pinning her other arm between them. There's a good chance that if her weapon goes off straight up through base her helm, it will exit the top and enter his temple pressed to her helm top. He would want die no other way than with her.

He whispers, "I'm sorry, I couldn't fire last time."

She moans a struggle, "Do it now, love." He does.

Unfortunately, Mindwipe had regained control at the same time, jerking Onyx's head. The barrel turned sideways slicing the blast through the neck horizontal rather than vertical. Onyx went limp in his arms, and Skyfire sank to his knees with the dead weight. Ever so carefully he curled her into his arms, ignoring the fluids pouring from the back of her helm. A smile comes over her that she never thought would ever come again. "Oh Sky, you've done it. You've severed him."

Sky was no medic, but he knew enough. That much fluid doesn't come from a helm without a fatal ending. Tears slip from his own optics, "You mean I got you back?"

Her smile waivers for a moment, "Yes." Her body shutters and her optics are going blind. "Come to me. I need to feel you." Now he knows, he did paralyze her. "Once more, come to me. I have … to… Igneous…"

Skyfire's brow furrows, "Igneous?"

"Shhh, come to me. Time is short, hurry." She is begging him to merge their sparks. Without a moment to loose, Skyfire opens both of their spark chambers. The brilliant blue orbs begin to emerge, "Kiss me." How could he deny such a request? Leaning in, the lips and sparks kiss merging bodies and souls together again. The damaged link is whole again. One has come home.

Onyx-One pushes a flood of information to Skyfire-One hurriedly. "It worked. We have a son. Look at him. He is so beautiful."

Their son, a very tiny little sparking. A black body, and white wing nubs. It was too soon to see what his final form will be. He's so tiny, clearly premature. "Igneous. Fragile as glass but created in the heat of passion by his beloved parents. The forged hope of the new Cybertron."

The bond is beginning to fade. Onyx pushes with the last of her strength, You have to find him. Mindwipe has taken him, planning to raise him as his own. He took him. I don't know where. Off Cybertron. Love, he bares your insignia on his palm. I told him, when he finds it, he is truly home. You must go."

Skyfire strains, "A son?"

"Yes. Ours. Find him. Hurry. It's calling me. Do not come with me until you have found Igneous. Until then… just hold this image." It's more than an image. It's all of Onyx's love and passion for her mate and son. All that kept her sane while trapped inside this body controlled by another against her friends and allies. Skyfire can feel and see… Igneous, tiny in the palm of his beaming creator as she looks out to the sky streaked with a fire. A fire of her love for them both. A sky of fire.

And the image fades from his sight like smoke clearing the battle field. His spark can still feel the love. No, half of the love. He looks down now with his present vision. Rubbing his optics on each shoulder to clear the moisture, resets his vision to his palms. In his palms is his mate. She isn't dead. Only paralyzed. He can hear what is coming.

From the north a small Decepticon extraction team. Undoubtedly they are here to take Onyx back for repairs. He can feel the homing beacon thrumming against her spark chamber. From the east, Ultra Magnus and his team. They are closer, but the Decepticons are more heavily armed.

A moan. Then a click and a red glow. Onyx's eyes are coming back on line red. Chromia is moaning in debilitating agony, as she should.

The puffs of dirt from the two teams are coming closer. Reluctantly, Skyfire lays his mate's body down. Reaching inside her chest cavity, he grips her spark chamber in both of his large powerful paws and pulls it from her body with a powerful tug. Holding the chamber he watches the blue glow pulses slow down. When it pulses once last and then … darkness. He can see the back of the empty spark chamber… and crushes with both hands while letting off a tremendously loud long roar of pure agony.

The ground rumbles and tremors with the vibrations of the primal tones of mech grief.

Starscream returns: To the torn friends' surprise, they came together for one last mission over the body of the creature that took over Onyx's body. This mission that would take both of them. One that would join the Autobots and Decepticon Seekers for a short while. Skylynx was the link. They found him. And then the team rounded the next corner.

Igneous (*6): A wide open chamber. Like the inside of a sapphire and emerald green colored geode. There in the middle was a shiny black mech with brilliant white trim. Skyfire felt his spark burn and brighten with an intensity he never thought he would ever feel again. Blazoned across this young mech wings, where huge Seeker marks. Skyfire ran to the mech and grabbed him tightly into his embrace. The black one sighed instantly at the contact and clutched him back just as tight. "Father?"

Skyfire pulled back just enough to stared into the face that looked so much like his dear Onyx. But he could see his own optics and helm style. A long, long forgotten smile spread across the white sire. "Yes, my son. We are home."

The young mech smiled just as broadly, "She promised me. She would never break her promise, would she?"

Skyfire shook his head swiftly, "No, your beloved creator would never lie to you."

The other Seekers gather around. Skyfire strokes Igneous' face. Tears are streaming down his face and his knees began to weaken. Igneous tried to hold him up, "Sire, are you alright?"

Sinking down and pulling Igneous with him, he sobbed and prayed, "I'm fine. It's going to be alright now, Onyx. I have him. I have him. We are one again." Igneous held him tightly. The Seekers all laid hands on their newest offspring.

Optimus, standing aside with beaming Skylynx, then heard something he had never heard. A most beautiful harmonious hum. It reminded him of a Earth humming bird's wings. He watched as the Seekers' wings began to vibrate ever so slightly making the song. And then, Igneous' newly matured wings joined with them. It made the Matrix in his chest glow brighter and beams broke through the seams of his chest. Bouncing off the crystalline walls, the room erupted in a show like a new born galaxy.

Skylynx smiled, "Skyfire, I believe it is time Igneous learn to fly."

Skyfire snaps his head to the large mech, "Excuse me?"

Skylynx smirks, "It was not my place to teach him. It would also keep him safe. He just recently gained his final markings and tips." He points to the white stripes matching his uncle's insignia. Skylynx makes it clear, "I did not paint those. Those are his own AllSpark given markings. Primus is a curious being." Starscream touches the white Seeker design along the black wings. Igneous smiles. He shows his father the mark on his palm while touching the mark on Skyfire's own wing tip. Skyfire kisses the palm and then examines his son. He looks healthy and ready to fly.

Skylynx continues, "I believe due to his prematurely and servitude, Primus helped him to be protected. I will take you to a safe place to teach him." Then he turns to Prime and the other Seekers, "I believe you have another mission to complete." They all nod.

Nothing needs else needs to be said. Words would be futile at this point. The team, now with one more, heads back up to the surface. Skylynx fills them in on how he would transport and teach Igneous of his heritage while they traveled to the different planets in this sector. He knew anyone who really knew Onyx's history would come here.

And then Cyclonous tips his helm, "Or anyone who knew Skyfire." Skylynx smirks back. Now he knows who left the message in Canada. Starscream knows Onyx left the message in the brig. Skywarp, Thundercracker and Optimus knew what Onyx had tried to lead Skyfire here.

The two senior white flyers give the young black one a few final pointers and then the Sire leaps out, "Come with me, Son. Come fly the heavens with me." Igneous makes the leap and glides to his Sire's side. A little wobbly, but quickly adjusts and gains altitude. Skylynx, Skyfire and Igneous go streaking by in perfect formation along the shuttle that will take the Seeker uncles far, far from this place leaving the sire, son and mentor to reside in peace. Skywarp and Thundercracker laugh with glee.

The whisper is said with utmost reverence, "Thank you, Primus for granting him this blessing." Starscream watches his best friend with his son.

Peace (*7): Skyfire and Skylynx raise Igneous on this secluded planet. Skyfire still continued his allegiance to Prime, helping when call, but his primary focus was Igneous and his research. Prime understood.

Later, Prime called Skyfire to take a rescued Seeker pod. Thunder warp joined them. Igneous was thrilled to have a brother. It was more than Skyfire could ever have imagined. His life has come full circle. Raised in peace and love, pushed through the horrors of war and deceit, to gain back what had been stolen, and pass it on to an orphan. Skyfire said his prayers of praise to Primus each night in gratitude.

Notes: Nightblast, Snowfire, Aurora, Thunderwarp, Mindwipe are all mine. Yep, all the rest Hasbro's.

*1 Infernal Fire Chapter 6

*2 Skycracker Chapter 1

*3 Red Star Chapter

*4 Red Star Chapter 8

*5 O and E Chapter 2

*6 Red Star Chapter 13

*7 Skycracker Chapter 6

*8 Infernal Fire 7 or 8