A/N: Umm… Please forgive me you guys, I have been very busy recently. Also I have lost my muse. I am not going to abandon this story however. Neither will I bring this story up for adoption, as that confuses me. I am asking you guys what you would like to happen next. What appears to be most popular in the reviews (or P.M.'s) then I will write about. But I will give you guys a small chapter so that the torches and pitchforks are not so big and sharp.
Unltra Magnus looked at his cell. It was seventy-five feet high and sixty feet square. The cell was small, but for a Deception brig, it was comfortable. He suspected he might have been on a sister ship of the D.S.S. (1) Nemisis, which was one of their largest battle cruisers. He looked at the energy bars speculatively. Few of his people knew now what his abilities were, except for the Magnus hammer because of his age. He speculatively looked at one of his hands and concentrated. Ultra heard a soft shink and grinned, his right hand turned into a blade with an energon tip. He had had his fair share of punishment after mischief. One thing that the higher ups had to contend with was the fact that he could slice through the laser bars without the alarms going off. They never could catch him as, despite his rather large size, he was very fast. He raised his servo blade, checked once again that he was alone, save for a few other prisoners. He sliced through the bars and jumped through the hole. It closed up behind him, as it always had done and went towards the other prisoners to see who else had been captured.
1) Deception space ship.