A/N: Sorry for updating... I'm getting ready for my motorcycle class. It starts tomorrow, july 27th, and quite frankly. I'm not really ready. I might not update until monday or tuesday, but I will be writing, so don't worry. It takes ten times longer to update with my internet than it should, so I'm not going to try until my class is over. But on the upside, I got some REAL army boots!~

Unicronia sighed as Hoist and Grapple began cutting her out of the wall. "Will there be cement stuck around my waist?"

"No idea." Hoist answered.

"Is there something on my aft?"

"I don't know. It's on the other side of the wall." Grapple commented.

"Do you two think this wall makes me look fat?"

Hoist snorted. "A little."

"Thanks for being honest."

"No problem."

Unicronia stood in the Med bay. A circular piece of cement stuck around her waist. Ratchet had a huge smirk on his face. "I didn't know you wanted to be ballerina."

"You remember when you were young, and your creators told you that you could be anything you wanted?"

"Yes."

"I don't think that included an afthole."

Ratchet nodded with a smirk. "You obviously have never met my creators."

Unicronia snorted. "Obviously. Who touched my aft last night?"

Ratchet rolled his optics. "Nobody."

"Alright. I'll believe you because you are my doctor, and I should trust my doctor."

Ratchet nodded. "Yes, and you should trust your doctor when he tell you that he's going to have to remove the cement slab around your waist."

Unicronia smiled. "I will."

Ratchet nodded, and pulled out a sledge hammer. Of course to the two of them, it just looked like an ordinary hammer. "I'm using this."

"Okay… Why?"

"Because."

Unicronia's smile faded. "You scare me."

Ratchet smirked, and had Unicronia sit on a berth. "I shall begin." He reeled back the hammer, and smashed it into the cement slab; Breaking off a huge chunk.

"This is going to take some time, right?"

Ratchet chuckled. "A little."

Unicronia sighed as the last chunk of cement fell from her waist. Tiny pieces were still stuck to her waist, but nothing too noticeable. She could always sand it off, and get a repaint. No big deal. "Thank you, Ratchet." Unicronia yelled as she ran out of the Med bay.

Ratchet snorted. "No, thank you."

Unicronia stopped, and stared at Ratchet. "You are making no sense. Are you sure you don't have a glitch?"

Ratchet smiled. "Yes. Now, run off. Go have fun doing whatever old bots do these days."

Unicronia rolled her optics. "As if you don't know." She retorted, and ran out of the Med bay. There was a not so closety closet that had her name written all over it.

Unicronia slowly made her way down the halls earning snickers, and laughter from people behind her. She slowly turned to look, but as soon as she made the motion the bots quit. She released a tiny huff, and came to a stop in front of the door across from the rec room.

Unicronia allowed the bots to pass her, and then snuck into the door. She felt her way through the dark room to the stair case. She slowly stepped down, pressed snuggly against the wall to keep her balance. She planted one pede on the next step, and continued down the stairs as slowly as possible.

Unicronia finally made it to the bottom and looked around. The strange group of mechs all stared at her. She looked around awkwardly, and waved. "Hi."

A black mech stepped forward, and copied her motion. "Hi."

Unicronia nodded. "I'm not imagining you guys, right?"

"No."

"Alright."

The mech nodded. "Can we help you?"

Unicronia shook her helm. "No." The mech awkwardly nodded his helm, and backed away into the group. Unicronia and the group stared at each other for a moment before another mech came forward. "Do you know where we are?"

"Yeah."

"Can you tell us?"

"Yeah."

"Will you tell us?"

"No."

The mech groaned. "Why not?"

"You guys are creepy. Plus, there's a stair case right over there. You could just go up it." Unicronia shrugged.

The mech stepped closer to her. "You're the first to go up, and come back."

Unicronia glance around. "Do you guys know what planet you're on?"

"Earth."

Unicronia nodded. "Do you know what fraction you're with?"

"Fraction?"

Unicronia smirked. Oh, this was going to be fun. "Well, you see, there are three major fractions, The Autobots, they fight to protect the Earth. The Decepticons, they fight to kill the Earth. And the Unicronians, they don't fight. You see Unicronians work for science, and good explosions.

"I am the leader of the Unicronians. My designation is Unicronia. My partner, the head engineer for the Autobots, Wheeljack, is very kind. You will like him. So, what do you say? Join the Unicronians?"

The mech backed away into the group of ten or so bots. They talked amongst themselves until the first bot stepped back out. "We have decided to join the Unicronians."

Unicronia looked shocked. "Okay. Wow, nice. So, first thing's first. We go up the stairs."

The bot chuckled, and waived his servos in front of his helm. "Oh no, no, no. We don't go up the stairs."

Unicronia frowned. "You don't?"

"No."

"Are you sure? No way I could bribe you?"

"No."

Unicronia began pacing. She turned her back to the mechs, and sighed. One of the mechs coughed. "Um, is it normal to have that thing on your aft?"

Unicronia turned back to the mechs. "What thing?"

One of the mechs stepped forward and turned her around. "It says ' Property of Wheeljack. Touch and die.'."

Unicronia stood still for a while. "That's it. Every single one of you are going to march up those steps, and you are going to frag a mech named Sunstreaker. Do you understand me?"

The black mech stepped forward. "Really?"

"Yes." Unicronia yelled.

The mech straightened up and saluted. "Yes, Ma'm!" The mech led the others up the stairs. Each one filed out until Unicronia was the only one left in the room.

"I need to redesign this room. It's too creepy for my tastes."

Unicronia sat in her lab, and began the finishing touches on her robotic dog. The circuits worked well, and the dog barked like a dog, walked like a dog, and pooped like a dog. It was hard to get that part right, but the man said he wanted it to be a realistic "poop shitting dog".

Wheeljack stepped into the room. "Unicronia, there's a group of strange mechs asking for you."

Unicronia perked up. "Really?"

"Yeah, they looked like they had a… rough time?"

Unicronia frowned. Sunstreaker probably killed those guys. She slowly stood up, and sighed. "I'll be back." She walked into the hallway, and saw her group of mechs. Each one had scratched of yellow somewhere on their frames. "Okay, I give. What happened?"

"We did as you told us. We fragged Sunstreaker."

Unicronia sighed. "Yeah, I can tell."

A Dark blue mech stepped forward. "We should thank you for the lovely time. It was very refreshing."

The group smiled, and the leader stepped forward. "Lady Unicronia, please allow us to be your humble followers."

Unicronia smiled. "Yeah, but I want a secret lab in that old place of yours, okay?"

The mech nodded. "Of course. I wouldn't dream of allowing our Lady Unicronia to go with science. I will have these guys set up the lab."

Unicronia nodded, and waved the mechs off. "I can get use to this."

Wheeljack stepped out of the lab. "Where did you get that sticker on your aft?"

"Oh, I forgot about that. I think Sunstreaker did it. "

Wheeljack nodded and turned around. Unicronia snorted. Right on the center of Wheeljack's aft was sticker. 'Warning: Love sick mech. Will talk endlessly about a certain femme, and not let you finish work. You have been warned.'

Wheeljack turned to her. "What?"

"Nothing, Wheeljack. Those mechs were weird."