Hello everyone, this is Icecreamsundaes2011 here saying how sorry I am for this very late chapter. The reason this update is so slow is because my computer broke down and a virus deleted some log my files, including most of the ideas for this Fanfic. So I spent the last weeks scraping my brain for how this story was supposed to go like and I found out I suck at memorization. So updates will be slower now but I promise to finish this story.

Disclaimer: If you recognize the name of the character, it's not mine.

Silverwhirl regarded the sunset. It was a beautiful thing, almost like Cybertron's own suns. Although in her opinion, this one is prettier, for in a cycle you can see it 4 times. She enjoyed times like this, when there was time to stretch her circuits and just relax, even if only for a few clicks.

Her processor drifted back to the organics that inhabited this planet. Shockwave had obtained two of them earlier, and she almost pitied them. For who knows what unspeakable acts the Cyclops would do to satisfy his hunger for knowledge?

"But I can't fraternize with the enemy. It is simply going to cause unnecessary anguish once they are disposed. In fact, all emotions are simply worthless." reminded the logical side of her processor. She agreed with that, but somewhere at the back of her head, a small voice told her it was okay to make friends, that emotions are just fine. She sighed, who was she supposed to believe? Maybe it was easier not having emotions, just like her sire…

Command Room, Artemis

"Sire, can I go play with Flarelight and Tridisc now?" eagerly asked Wisp as she hopped around her sire's chair "Pretty please?"

"Fine, but only for a joor or two. Then you're back on monitor duty. Also, tell Tridisc I need that report on his patrol." announced Prowl without lifting his optics from the monitors.

Wisp pouted, oh well, at least he said yes. And so, with a hurried goodbye, the pre-upgrade zoomed off to find her friends.

Ratchet was just innocently walking towards the Rec. room on one of his rare break times when an orange blur zoomed past him. It was so fast that all the dust in the hallway scattered into the air. Ratchet coughed to clear the irritants from from his vents as he cursed the people on cleaning duty this deca-cycle.

In their domicile, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker shivered as a cold stream of air swept through the room.

"Do you feel like someone is talking about us, Sunny?" asked Sideswipe as he sat up on his berth.

"Don't call me that, you're just being paranoid." briskly answered the yellow mech as he carefully coated his forearms with polish.

"Yeah, you're probably right Sunshine. Oh and by the way, I replaced your polish with superglue. Just wanted to let you know." Then with a burst of energy, Sideswipe ran out of the room to get away from his now fuming twin.

All over the Artemis, the echo of the soon after epic pranks reverberated throughout the warship as Sunstreaker deployed everything in his arsenal to catch the prank master known as Sideswipe. Ratchet promptly had a Primus sized processor ache after he had to tend to the seemingly never ending stream of injured mechs, be it physically or mentally. After his shift, the medic caught the twins and slagged them so hard that no one on the battleship saw them for cycles. Oh well, at least it gave the Autobots time to recover from the previous assault. And once again, everything was right in the world of the Artemis.

Now we get back to Wisp, who by this time has located Flarelight and Tridisc in the Rec. room where they were discussing strategies for the upcoming battles.

"I'm telling you, punch them before you fire the cannon, it'll give you a better chance of hitting them!" protested Tridisc as he took a sip from his energon.

"But you're leaving yourself exposed if you approach the enemy just for a measly punch that's not going to affect their armor much. It's still better to maintain distance and go long range." retorted Flarelight as he disposed of his now empty cube.

"Why are they always arguing now? I thought they were best friends...a game should cheer them up!" thought Wisp as she skipped into the Rec. room "I've been searching all over the ship for you two. Do you guys want to play a board game with me?"

"Not right now Wisp, we need to finish the reports and we have patrol after that." answered Tridisc as he shot a guilty glance at the pre-upgrade "But we might be free the next joor."

"There's a meeting that all Autobots need to attend then. We can't skip that. I'm sorry Wisp, maybe another time."

"Not even for a game of Circuitball?" quietly pleaded Wisp who looked like she could cry any click right now.

"No, and my answer is final. See you around, Wisp." said Flarelight as he and Tridisc left the Rec. room to work on the reports.

The orange and white pre-upgrade looked at her pedes. What was happening to all her friends? Flarelight and Tridisc could have never turned down a Circuitball match when they were younger, so why would they start now? Who would play with her? Electra was too busy in the Med-bay to even come out for energon anymore, so she was out of the question. All the other adult mechs didn't have more that a click to spare for her either.

Oh! Now she knew who would play with her! Divespade was injured so she doesn't have any work right now, she has time to play!

And with that thought, Wisp ran off to find the purple and black seeker.

Starscream was putting the finishing touches on his latest invention when a knock came at the door.

"That's strange, I shouldn't have any visitors at this time, who could it be?" the scientist mused as he strode towards the door. It opened to reveal the Prime. Starscream was about to voice a sarcastic comment until he noticed the Prime's grave faceplates. He wondered if something had gone wrong.

"Optimus Prime, of what honor do I have of gracing your presence?" greeted Starscream with a mocking bow.

Starscream, I require your opinion on a private matter, is it okay to speak to you alone?" asked the Prime with his usual baritone voice, but the seeker detected a faint trace of pleading in the words.

As he looked into his leader's optics, they confirmed his suspicion. What could possibly make Optimus Prime, leader of Autobots that has led troops into hopeless situations, battled gods, sacrificed himself a few times and so much more possibly be afraid of? He decided to find out.

"Welll then you're just in luck, none of the other scientists or my trine mates are here right now, so come in and make yourself comfortable. I infer we have a lot to discuss."

There you go, the fourth chapter! The delay with this has made me realize it's not the quantity of chapters that matter, but the info and plotline. So updates will be slower as already mentioned above but they will be better than those rushed chapters I wrote before. This is icecreamsundaes, signing off...