Hey, I'm back! The next chapter for Prime 10 is taking a while, so I'm updating this one.

Before we get into the story, I need to do some things first. I added in some more Decepticons to keep the sides even. Their designs are based off of various works of art I found on DeviantArt. Miko and Raf's Autobot names were inspired by LuisJM (sorry for not asking), however, their robot forms are mine. Ultimus's inspiration (plus the inspiration for this story) come from Elhini Prime. Elita's design is also from DeviantArt, and was created by X4vrztesp. All other bots you've seen currently, plus Sierra, belong to Hasbro and Terry and Lisa belong to me!

That's everything. So, here we go.

When I refer to the kids by their Autobots names, they'll be in bot form, and human names while in human form.

Blitzwing's speech:

"Lucid Icy"

"ANGRY HOTHEAD!"

"Random Random"

I do not own Transformers Prime or any other characters. Only my own OCs.

Rising Darkness Pt. 2

In the Canadian wilderness, Blitzwing stood beside the entrance of a tunnel leading inside of a mountain. Beside him was another Decepticon. This was a dark purple, with a light-grey helm that resembled a skull and a blood-red optic in the middle of it. This was Lugnut, the most loyal Decepticon of the bunch.

However, that frantic loyalty got on Icy Blitzwing's circuits. Which was why he was more than happy to let Random talk to him.

"And so I said, 'That's my muffin, and I want it back!'" he said with a cackle.

"But we weren't talking about muffins," said the heavy hitter, scratching his helm with an oversized claw.

Blitzwing huffed and put his servos on his hips. "Well, excuse me for being random," he said. "It's in my character description!"

Before the two bots could continue, the Nemesis appeared and lowered its tube. Out of it, stepped Starscream and a 'Con that both of them recognized. Both snapped to attention and saluted, as Icy Blitzwing took control again. "Lord Megatron!" they both said.

Megatron nodded at them and both relaxed. Starscream started talking as the two officers went into the tunnel with Blitzwing and Lugnut close behind. "Out of all the Energon deposits we have located while you were away, this one by far is the most significant. The drones have been mining without pause and have amassed quite a stockpile." He saw a random Vehicon standing around. "You there, fetch me a sample," he said.

Lugnut grabbed his head and hoisted smaller 'Con of the ground until he was at Lugnut's optic level. "Silence!" he said. "Lord Megatron commands the Decepticons, not you!"

"At ease, Lugnut," said Megatron. "I can issue my own threats."

The big brute relaxed and dropped Starscream to the ground. "Yes, of course, my liege."

Starscream picked himself up and said, "Well then. As your humble servant, shall I ready the spacebridge? To bring forth the Decepticon army that you must have surely gathered in your three years in space?"

"My army will come," said Megatron. "But, my time away has yielded a more… intriguing way of materializing them." With that, he pulled a dark purple crystal that looked like it had a dark haze billowing off of it. "A solidified form of matter that the ancient texts refer to as… the blood of Unicron."

The other three Decepticons took a step back. "Unicron the Destroyer?" asked Blitzwing. "But… it is said that his blood is the Anti-Spark."

"Plucked from the cosmic shores… gaze upon Dark Energon," said Megatron.

Starscream gazed fearfully at the dark substance. "Legend says that it has the power to… revive the dead."

"We only require a cadaver to be certain," said Megatron. "Who will make the ultimate sacrifice?" he said, looking at his lieutenants.

Starscream spoke up. "There's no need for that, my lord. If I may?" he said, pointing in another direction.

A couple of drones appeared, pushing a floating table. On it was the dead form of Cliffjumper.

"Consider it a welcome home present," said Starscream.

Megatron grinned sadistically as he gazed at the dead Autobot.

"Since you now know of our existence," said Optimus, "I fear that as of last night, the Decepticons know of yours."

"Got it," said Sierra. "If we see any strange vehicles, call 911."

"Are you insane?" cried Lisa. "I'm living a dream in Botswana! And I will not allow you, or anyone else to shatter it!"

"It is best that you remain under our watch," said Optimus. "At least, until we can determine our enemies' true intentions."

"Optimus," Ratchet said. "With all due respect, the children are in a much danger here as anywhere."

"Children?" asked Terry. "I'm eighteen, dude."

"They have no protective shell!" continued Ratchet. "If they get underfoot, they'll go squish!" He stamped his pede for emphasis.

Optimus had a faint smile on his faceplates. "Then for now, we will have to watch were we step," he said.

"I haven't been stepped on yet," Raf muttered.

"What was that?" asked Lisa.

"Nothing!"

Terry stepped in. "It sounded like he said that he hasn't been stepped on yet," he said.

"Why's that?" asked Lisa. "He's a giant robot also." She then thought of something. "You are a giant robot, right?"

Ultimus shook his helm. "You're going to have to show them sometime," he said.

Raf's shoulders slumped. "Alright," he said and his frame blurred.

When it had cleared, there was another robot standing in his place. He had a small pair of wings on his back that promised flight one day. Instead of glasses, he had a visor that covered the upper half of his face. Unlike the others, his armor was smooth, lacking any type of details.

However, it was his size that made him stand out from the other Autobots. He was just seven feet tall. He was still taller than all the humans in the base, but tiny compared to the rest of his kind.

"Dude, you're tiny!" said Lisa.

Firewall stared at her. Well, it was hard to tell with the half-visor. "I know," he said. "You don't have to rub it in."

Trying to defuse the situation, Sierra asked, "How come you guys can appear as humans?"

Kaosu jerked a thumb at Ultimus. "It's Jackrabbit's doing," she said.

"How?"

Ultimus stepped forward. "The name Prime is not just a surname," he said. "It is also a position of great power. So, individual Primes are gifted with a Legacy."

"A what?"

"A special power, for lack of a better term. Vector Prime was said to be able to control space and time, Solus Prime could construct anything out of nothing, and Dad's power is that he has an accelerated healing factor."

"What's yours?"

"I am able to change my species and the species of others. There are limits to what I can do with everyone, but if I can get ahold of them, I can change them."

Right then, Sierra could see that Lisa was going to ask him to use his gift on her. However, before she could ask, an alarm sounded.

"What is that?" Terry asked.

"The Fowler alert," Kaosu quipped, holding her hands to her helm.

Bumblebee punched her on the arm and beeped something. Before one of the bots could translate, Terry said, "Proximity alarm. Someone's up top."

The younger bots stared at Terry. "You can understand 'Bee?" asked Firewall.

Ratchet looked at one of the monitors. "It's Agent Fowler," he said.

"I just said that!" said Kaosu.

"Wait, I thought we were the only humans who know about you," said Sierra.

"Agent Fowler is out designated liaison to the outside world," said Optimus. "And he tends to only visit when there are… issues."

Elita stepped forward. "Given his volatile nature, it is best if you don't meet him at this time."

"He doesn't go in the medbay," said Ultimus. "You can hide in there."

The three humans took his advice and ran into the room as the elevator came down. Out stepped an African-American man dressed in a suit jacket with a short tie. He stormed in and shouted, "PRIME!"

"You or me?" said Ultimus.

Ignoring his son's joke, the elder Prime stepped forward to the agent who continued to talk. "Seven wrecks, thirty-four fender benders, a three hour traffic jam, and numerous reports of a speeding motorcycle of an unknown make and a pink pickup truck." He glared at the Cybertronian. "Anything you would like to get off your tin chest, Prime?"

"We had the situation under control, Agent Fowler," Optimus said.

"Besides, it was mostly Kaosu," piped up Firewall.

"HEY!" cried the femme.

While the other two kept watching, Sierra looked around the medbay… and gasped. Underneath one of the berths were a pair of blue optics. "Hello?" she said.

The optics moved toward her and their owner came into the light. Sierra almost let out an 'aww' at the sight. The optics belonged to another robot. Sierra had never thought that a robot could be cute, but this one fit the criteria. It was a femme, and had sky-blue armor, with lavender highlights. She had tiny winglets on its back and small horns on her helm. There was an air of innocence about her that none of the other bots had.

"Who are you?" Sierra asked. Was this the missing member Prime had mentioned?

The femme didn't answer. She just sat down and made soft chirping sounds.

"Can you talk?"

She tilted her helm and made some more chirps, as well as some whistles.

"BULKHEAD, I NEEDED THAT!"

Sierra and the mini-robot turned their heads to see Bulkhead standing over the remains of a grappler arm. The small bot burst out into chirps and whistles while Sierra grinned.

"Enough," said Optimus. Turning back to the agent, he said, "Military involvement will only lead to catastrophe. Perhaps you can condone widespread casualties, Agent Fowler. I, however, cannot."

Fowler scowled. "Then do us both a favor and handle this Prime… under the radar." With that, he went back into the elevator and went back up. Before the doors closed, he added, "Or I will."

"Pretty big bearings. For a human," said Bulkhead.

"Agent Fowler is concerned for his world, Bulkhead," said Optimus. "As he should be."

Just then, a new femme walked into the area. She had dark blue armor, with pink highlights and stood about fifteen feet high. "Has anyone seen Aurora? She snuck away when I wasn't looking."

At the sound of the new femme's voice, the small bot perked up and began chirping and whistling.

Ultimus grinned. "I think I know where she is," he said.

The new femme ignored him and walked into the medbay. The smaller bot chirped and raised her arms in the universal language for 'pick me up.'

The femme complied, picking up her child. After the baby had let out a few more chirps, she looked at Sierra. "Hello," she said.

"Hi," said the human. "I'm Sierra."

"Call me Arcee. And this is Aurora."

Aurora chirped and waved a tiny servo.

Sierra couldn't help but laugh. It was so cute! "Who's the father?" she asked.

Arcee's optics dimmed and she looked down. Sierra realized that she had hit a sore spot. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay," the femme interrupted. "He died a few days ago."

Sierra blinked as she made the connection. "You're Jack's aunt?"

Arcee nodded. "Yes, Elita is my sister."

"Wait… he's Prime's son?"

"Yep."

"Do Mr. and Mrs. Darby know?"

There was a laugh from Elita. "I should know," she said, "since I am Mrs. Darby!"

Sierra opened and closed her mouth for a few seconds as she saw the similarities between the pink femme and the dark-haired nurse. Arcee gave off a small laugh at her… then gasped and grasped at her spark chamber.

"What is it?" Sierra asked.

Five minutes earlier…

Megatron looked at the corpse of Cliffjumper. "Let us see if the power born from darkness can reignite the spark," he said. With that, he plunged the shard into the dead Autobot's spark chamber.

The chassis jerked as the hole sealed itself. When it was sealed, Cliffjumper opened his optics. However, they weren't the normal Autobot blue, rather a sickly purple, and ominous vapors began seeping out of his armor. He let out a feral growl, and charged towards a couple of Vehicons that were standing around. They barely had time to react before one's helm was ripped off and the other one was being beaten with his own arm.

The reactions of the Decepticons were varied. Starscream took a couple of steps back, Lugnut fainted, and Blitzwing switched faces. "ZOMBIE! ZOMBIE! Kill it! Kill it with fire!" he cried as the revived Autobot ran toward him.

"That's your plan?" Starscream said. "Bring back Autobots from the dead to attack us?"

"That is no longer an Autobot Starscream," Megatron said. "Just a mindless beast, who's only instinct is to destroy anything in its path."

Just then, there was a short laugh. The two Decepticons froze, then turned to look at the recently revived Autobot who was looking at them.

"Hate to disappoint you, bucket-head," Cliffjumper said. "But I'm still feeling my good old self." With that, he charged at the Decepticon lord.

With centuries of experience, Megatron engaged his blade and cut Cliffjumper in half. His torso landed at Megatron's legs while his legs fell down to the next level.

"It appears that you were wrong," Starscream said with a sneer… just before he was hit with a blaster shot.

"You're my next priority, Starscream," Cliffjumper said, not at all bothered that he was in two pieces.

Megatron lashed a pede in a kick, sending Cliffjumper after his legs. He and Starscream watched the falling Autobot.

Slipstream walked into the room in time to see Cliffjumper go down. "What the Pit was that?" she asked.

"My army," said Megatron. "If I can get them under my control."

Ratchet slammed a fist on his computer console. "Blasted Earth tech!" he said. "Cliffjumper's life signal has come back online!"

The bots looked up with hope in their optics, while Lisa asked, "Who's Cliffjumper?"

"How is that possible?" asked Optimus.

"It isn't," said Ratchet. "Just another bug. The system's full of them."

"No, it's not." The Prime and the medic looked at Arcee. "I can feel him. He's alive!"

Optimus nodded. "Very well then," he said. "Ratchet, prepare sickbay. We may need it."

Kaosu bounced forward. "Can I come with?" she asked.

Optimus shot her a look.

"Come on, you'll need all the help you can get."

He sighed and said, "Fine. Just stay close to your sire."

"Righto!" she said, and went over to stand beside Wheeljack.

The Wrecker smiled. "Are you ready, kiddo?"

"Pit, yeah!"

Bumblebee let out a long beep. Kaosu responded by sticking out her glossa.

"Ultimus, are you coming?" asked Optimus.

The young Prime nodded.

"Very well."

"What can we do?" asked Lisa.

"Remain with Ratchet," both Primes said.

"Uh," said both Lisa and the medic.

"Ratchet, activate the groundbridge." When the vortex had opened up, the Prime said, "Autobots, transform and roll out!"

With that, the assembled Autobots transformed into their vehicle modes and went into the vortex.

"Wh-what just happened?" asked Sierra.

"I just transported them to the designated coordinates via the groundbridge," Ratchet said.

"Okay… what's a groundbridge?"

Ratchet vented and said, "A groundbridge is a scaled-down version of spacebridge technology. However, since we don't have the means… or Energon… required for intergalactic travel…"

"You're stuck here on Earth," finished Sierra.

"So… does it work for humans?" asked Lisa.

"It does," he replied. He then got a mischievous glint in his optics. "In fact, let me transport all of you to a designation of your choice, free of charge!"

Lisa narrowed her eyes. "Watch it Ratchet," she said.

The medic took a step back… and was hit in the helm with a big wrench. He turned around to see Firewall standing around innocently… as a metal tentacle snaked behind his back.

In the Energon mine, the vortex opened and the Autobots drove out. Once they did, they transformed and readied their weapons and looked around. "An Energon mine," said Bulkhead.

"Judging by its scale," said Elita, pulling out her blaster, "the Decepticons have been mining here for some time."

Optimus straightened up to his full height and activated his own blaster. "Let's find Cliffjumper," he said.

The Autobots crept silently next to the wall, moving stealthy as a bunch of alien robots could. They were halfway across the room when they were spotted by a Vehicon who began firing at them.

"Hey, Jackrabbit!" called Kaosu. "I've got four!"

"You're seriously doing that again?" Ultimus called back.

"Of course I am!" the femme cried as she shot another one. "Five!"

"Well, I've got seven!"

"No fair! Six!"

"Eight!"

"Seven!"

"Nine!"

A big explosion interrupted their competition. The two young bots turned to look at Wheeljack, who was missing the one grenade he always carried around. "Forty-two," he said with a smirk.

"Dad!"

"What's this thing do?" Lisa asked.

"Broken. Don't touch," said Ratchet, not even looking her way.

Lisa crept over to another item…

"Don't touch that either."

"Is there anything we can touch?" asked Terry.

"Not really," said Raf. He was back in his human form, swinging his legs on the platform edge.

"Aren't you scared of falling?" asked Sierra.

Raf shook his head. "Not really," he said. "Then again, I am a Seeker. We are more comfortable off of the ground."

"So, what do you do whenever they go on missions?" asked Lisa.

"I work with programming and the computers, but I mostly play with Blackcat."

"Who?"

Just then, a robotic feline bounded into the main area. It slid to a halt when it saw the new arrivals. "O, hia hoomans!" it said. "Nce 2C u!"

Lisa blinked. "What is that?" she asked.

Raf scratched the cat's ears as it bounded beside him. "This is Blackcat. He's one of my father's cassettes."

"What's a cassette?"

"A cassette is a smaller Cybertronian that is usually bonded to a larger one. My father, Blaster, gave me this one before he went on a mission."

"Where's Blaster now?" asked Terry.

Raf shrugged. "Don't know. I do know that he is still alive."

"How do you know that?"

"I share a familiar bond with him. With those you can always tell if the one on the other end is alive or not."

"So, is that why Arcee's sure that Cliffjumper is alive?" asked Lisa.

"Yes. Optimus and Elita also have a bond, but with theirs, they are closer than most bots. It's very complicated to explain."

"I bet."

The 'Bots were driven behind a bunch of crates. There, they paused to catch a break. "Quite an operation they have," mused Bulkhead.

"I'm all for smashing it," said Kaosu.

Shaking his helm at the youngest Wrecker, Ultimus fired off another shot. He then saw their objective. "I've got a visual on Cliffjumper!" he said.

"I'm going in!" said Arcee.

"We'll cover you," said Optimus. "Go!"

Arcee jumped up on the platform that Ultimus had indicated and saw her partner. "Cliff!" she cried.

She then felt a feeling in her spark that told her that he had heard her. She jumped up to where he was.

She stopped, shocked at what she saw. Cliffjumper was cut in half, his legs lying a few meters away. His formerly blue highlights and optics were now purple, and mists of the same shade were seeping out of his armor.

But he looked up at her, and in his optics was the same carefree look that she had fell in love with all those cycles ago.

Cliffjumper smiled up at her. "You sure took your time," he said.

She looked at him. "Cliff," she said.

A few rocks fell next to her, shaking her out of her reprieve. "Come on," she said, and grabbed his servo. "Let's get you home, partner," she said.

Cliffjumper shook his helm. "It's too late for me," he said. "I'm dead already."

"No!" said Arcee. "I'm not going to lose you again!"

"But if you take me, you will anyway." He grimaced as a pain shot through his processor. "I'm losing control. I don't know how much longer I can hold it off. Starscream's going to blow the mine. I can buy you some time."

"No!" said Arcee.

Cliffjumper pulled himself up and gave her one last kiss. "I love you," he said.

His sparkmate gave him one last, pleading look and ran towards the opening groundbridge.

Cliffjumper watched her go and engaged his blasters. "You want the horns?" he said. "WELL, YOU'VE GOT THEM!"

The remaining drones turned towards Cliffjumper and started firing back. Big mistake on their part.

For it was just enough for the Autobots to make it safely through the groundbridge before the mine blew up.

And so Cliffjumper died a second time.

The humans and Ratchet watched the vortex, watching for any sign of the rest of the Autobots. Then, eight vehicles skidded into the base, followed by some blue flames.

"Cutting it a bit close, aren't we?" said the medic. Getting serious, he asked, "What happened to Cliffjumper?"

The silence was all the answer he needed. Even Lisa picked up on the mood and didn't start asking questions, for which Sierra was grateful.

Optimus turned to Arcee. "What did you see?" he asked.

The femme shivered. "It was Cliff," she said. "But he was changed. He looked one of the 'Con's experiments from the war… mutated, butchered…" her voice cracked and she sat down suddenly on a crate.

"Arcee!" said Elita. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she said. "Just… dizzy."

The three humans were stunned at this statement. "Robots who get dizzy?" said Lisa.

"Robots with emotion," said Terry.

"Robots… who can die," said Sierra with a grim finality.

Ratchet ran a scanner over Arcee, which turned bright red when it went over a dark purple liquid on her left servo. "What is that?" he asked.

"Don't know," said Arcee. "Cliff was covered in it, leaking it."

Ratchet scraped off a sample. "Go take a decontamination bath," he said gently. "Now."

She numbly allowed herself to be led to the medbay area by Wheeljack. Sierra watched her. Jack had always described his aunt as a strong-willed individual, who didn't take anything from anybody. Seeing her like this was like seeing her grandma after her parents had died… being strong for everyone, but falling apart on the inside.

Thinking about her grandma reminded her of more mundane things, like her curfew. She checked her phone to contact her, and discovered a problem.

"Optimus," Sierra said. "I hate to bug, but… no bars."

"A security precaution," the Prime said. "The silo walls isolate all radio waves."

"Well, if I don't call my grandma right now, I'm pretty sure she's going to have the cops looking for me."

"Have you broken a law?" Optimus asked, confused.

"Curfew," clarified Sierra. "It's after 10 p.m."

"I'd better get home, too," said Terry. "Or Mom's going to ground me for a year!"

"Earth customs," said Optimus. "I have not considered them."

Kaosu snickered. "And how long have you been here?" she said.

Optimus ignored her. "However, the issue of your safety still stands." He looked over to where the Wreckers were lounging around. A faint smile then touched his faceplates. "Kaosu, you shall accompany Lisa home."

Kaosu grinned while Lisa said, "Awesome! My parents will freak!"

"And maintain covert surveillance in vehicle mode."

"Awww," both girls said.

Bulkhead shrugged. "Curbside duty," he said. "It comes with the job."

"Bumblebee, you'll watch over Terry."

The scout beeped and Terry said, "Fine by me."

Optiums then turned his attention to finding a guardian for Sierra. He would have sent Arcee, but the blue femme had retired to her berth, shaken up from losing her sparkmate for the second time. Bulkhead was to go on patrol for the night, Wheeljack wasn't really good at keeping undercover, and Ratchet was…

"Busy!"

He was considering pulling Bulkhead from patrol, when Elita contacted him through their bond. You do realize she lives next door to us?

His optics widened at that realization. You're right, he said. Out loud, he said, "Ultimus and Elita, accompany Sierra home."

Sierra looked up at the two Autobots who nodded. Elita transformed into her vehicle mode while Ultimus went to Jack Darby and got into the passenger seat. "You aren't driving?" she asked.

A laugh came from Elita and a hologram of June Darby appeared in the seat. "No need, I can handle it."

Sierra rolled her eyes. "Why do I feel like I feel like I walked into that one?" she asked.

Optimus smiled as his family drove out of the base, followed by the other two Autobots and their assigned charges. He then turn to watch Arcee stagger to her berth, holding onto Aurora. Ratchet followed his gaze. "Someone should watch her," he said.

"I will do it, old friend," the Prime said. "You should rest yourself."

"No can do," replied the medic. "I have to analyze this sample."

"Don't tire yourself out," cautioned Optimus.

Ratchet rolled his optics. "Don't worry," he said. "I'll be fine."

Optimus nodded and went to watch Arcee, while Ratchet headed for his lab. For a while, there was peace.

Not so much on the Nemesis. Megatron was staring at the chunk of Dark Energon he had brought back from deep space. He was interrupted from his musing by the return of Starscream. "I don't think you have to worry about Autobot interference anymore, not with Optimus Prime gone."

"And what evidence do you have to prove this?" asked the tyrant.

"I destroyed the mine, per your instructions."

"Optimus is not easily destroyed," said Megatron. "We have centuries of battles behind us to prove it."

Starscream saw that his leader was looking at the Dark Energon hungrily. "Perhaps you should take a rest," he said. "I fear that the Dark Energon will have a debilitating effect on you."

Megatron narrowed his optics. "I didn't ask for your opinion, Starscream," he said.

Slipstream spoke up. "I don't usually agree with my brother," she said. "But this time, he has a point."

"This time!?"

"I fear that you have been exposed to the Dark Energon too much."

"Or perhaps, I haven't exposed myself enough!" said Megatron as he broke off a piece from the main chunk.

The optics of both Seekers widened when they saw where it was going. "Not your spark chamber!" said Slipstream.

"You don't know what it will do!" finished Starscream.

But it was too late. Megatron had jabbed the piece into his spark chamber. The Decepticon leader began to shake as his optics turned from red to purple.

Ratchet took another look at the sample of the liquid under a microscope. "The base elements of this stuff is nothing like I ever seen before," he muttered. "It has to be highly concentrated for it to have affected Arcee so quickly."

He took the slide out from under his microscope and moved to a different part of the lab. "Although this would have been faster if I had the proper equipment, thank you very much, Bulkhead."

The lab shook as a muffled boom sounded from across the base. "And Wheeljack, as if I could forget about him."

He was too muttering about 'clumsy Wreckers and explosion-prone inventors' to notice that a drop of the purple liquid had fallen off of the slide and onto the broken manipulator arm that Bulkhead had broken earlier. The drop seeped into the inner workings of the arm and the whole thing lit up with purple light.

The arm twitched, then transformed into a spidery robot that began looking for its first victim.

And... cut!

So, the big M's back, and that's not good.

And enter Aurora, Arcee's sparkling!

About Cliffjumper's sentience, that plot bunny hit me. I mean, Megatron kept his mind, Trypticon regained his mind, so why not Cliffjumper? I can understand the other Terrorcons, they weren't infused with a shard, but why didn't Cliffjumper keep his mind.

Might make that a story when I have more time.

Sorry, rambling. Carrying on.

If you couldn't tell, I making this Wheeljack an inventor, like his G1 self.

Speaking of Wheeljack, who do you guys want to take his place in 'Con Job?' I'm thinking either Ironhide or Dinobot. I'll put up a poll soon so that you can tell me which one you would like to see. I'll give you guys more details the next time I update this.

As always, review! Thanks to those who did so far!

If you see anything I missed, let me know!

-Bibliothekar of the LibraryNexus