A/N:Well, as promised, here's the next chapter. Aww...no reviews for me...Well, enjoy.
Disclaimer: If you don't recognize the character, it's probably mine!
The Nemesis was silent, an all too familiar occurrence now. Mechs were low on energon and wanted to conserve what little energy they had left. Only a handful had succumbed to the hands of starvation, but more will follow if they don't find fuel soon. The amount that they excavacated a few cycles ago was diminishing rapidly, for it is not enough for a whole ship of mechs and femmes.
The dimly lit monitors were the only light source in the Communications Center for its current inhabitants were too busy to care. Soundwave was hard at work triangulating signals from the scanners. Silverwhirl was next to him, decoding messages picked up by various satellites. Both were silent, for there was nothing to say between them.
Until Silverwhirl found a particularly interesting transmission, which she gave to Soundwave.
Under his visor, the TIC stared at the contents of the message, if this was true, then one of their main problems were just solved. He downloaded the info onto a datapad
"Deliver this to Lord Swiftblade, Silverwhirl." sent the telepath who immediately resumed working on the signals.
The pre-upgrade took the datapad and walked out silently. The sound of tapping digits were soon echoing through the Nemesis once again.
On the Artemis…
"Slag this, ah am gonna go to the fragging firing zone whenevah ah want. Ya can't just tell me ta rest!" argued Ironhide as he tried to squeeze past Prowl and Optimus
"Ironhide, you are undoubtedly one of the best soldiers the Autobots had ever had the honor to have on our side. So you have to conserve your energies for the next Decepticon attack." logically replied Prowl while moving in front of the fuming Weapons Specialist.
They held each others glares for what seemed like joors, and the tension was so thick that you could've cut it with a laser scaple. But finally, Ironhide broke eye contact.
"Fine, ah'll not train today. But if ah keep missing those 'cons next time, it's all your fault." grumbled Ironhide as he stomped inside his quarters and shut the door.
"Quite a temper he has there. Now if you will excuse me Optimus, I shall return to my duties." Prowl announced before walking away from the Prime.
"I guess it's back to work for me too." sighed Optimus as he too departed for his office.
Flarelight looked at his sire's departing shadow, he had felt the gloomy aura of the ship these past few decacycles. Was the energon shortage really that bad now?
"No. I have to do something about this." thought the determined mech as he went to find the only one he knew could help him with his plan.
Command Center, Nemesis
"Ah, Silverwhirl, it's good to see you again. What have you brought for me today?" Greeted the Decepticon Leader, who was lounging lazily on his throne. Soundlessly, the femme crossed the room in quick strides and handed the Datapad to Swiftblade.
"What's this? A news article? New mineral found in Alaska. But that's a picture of..." Swiftblade grinned, this was great. This planet was apparently rich in Energon. Now all they had to do was harvest it.
"Excellent work as always, Silverwhirl. Now we set course for the Milky Way galaxy, to Earth!"
The femme nodded and departed to relay the new commands to her sire. Briefly, she wondered what the Earthlings may try to do with the Energon, but soon reminded herself that it was not her place to question. Just to carry out her leader's ideals.
Soundwave received a comm. form Silverwhirl confirming his commands. He accessed the control panel for the Nemesis and entered the coordinates. "Now, time to do some research..."