A/N:You guys are going to hate me. I had this written, and I put it in the doc manager thinking, "Oh, I'll upload it tomorrow! It's late, and I'm sleepy." Here I am, a week later. I forgot to post the chapter... but, I REMEMBERED TODAY!

So, I just read this awesome story! It's called Diego diaries. There are two parts for reasons told by the author in the story, and It's 744 chapters so far, and it is awesome! It's worth the weeks it took me to catch up. Just saying.

My grandma just called me. It makes me upset because every time we get on the phone she hangs up on me! She doesn't say goodbye she just goes "Alright." *beep* It makes me sad…

My parents went out of town again. Everytime they go out of town I start pigging out on all sorts of unhealthy slag. It makes me feel fat. I know I'm not, but I still feel that way...THEY NEED TO STOP GOING OUT OF TOWN!

Unicronia leaned against Wheeljack who had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, and watched sparks shoot up into the air, and spread out making a fountain of small embers. The night's sky was a beautiful background to the event, even with the soldiers running around trying to put out the failed invention that was spurting out flames and sparks. They had just gotten released from the med bay earlier that day, and teamed up to make a device that could go inter dimension. It didn't work out.

Wheeljack smiled as the invention started spinning and shooting fountains of sparks in different directions. "This is beautiful."

Unicronia smiled. "Yeah. It is."

Far Stop sat at the lab and watched Mimic who watched him. "Stop it."

"Stop it."

Far Stop gave a deep frown, and Mimic copied him. "Mimic!"

"Mimic!"

Far Stop groaned. "Primus! I hate you!"

Mimic groaned with a smile on his face "Primus! I hate you!"

Far Stop's helm smashed against the lab table, followed by the sound of Mimic's.

Unicronia frowned as the invention stopped sparking. Wheeljack and her stared for a moment until Optimus walked up to them. "You two were lucky none of the building caught a flame."

Unicronia frowned. "We would have been luckier if the invention worked."

Optimus sighed. "Wheeljack, Unicronia, I'm sorry about this, but from now on you must put in a request before you test any inventions."

Unicronia's mouthplates fell open. "What?"

Optimus frowned. "Unicronia, I apologize, but it is important that the base doesn't burn to the ground. We do not own this island."

Unicronia frowned. "I'm sorry, Optimus. I didn't want to do this, but I feel it is time I tell you that I am no longer an Autobot!"

Wheeljack sighed. Optimus raised an Optic ridge. "Really?"

"Yes, I belong to the Unicronians!" Unicronia stood up with a servo in the air.

Wheeljack groaned. "Unicronia."

Optimus smirked. "I highly doubt that, but if it is true, I believe we need to talk of treaties."

Unicronia looked at Optimus with suspicion. "Are you mocking me?"

Optimus shook his helm. "I am not. I am just saying, if you do have your own fraction then I do not wish for war." Optimus continued to smirk.

Unicronia frowned. "Fine. Challenge accepted. Officers only treaty meeting tomorrow. Twelve pm!"

Wheeljack sighed. "Unicronia. I don't think that is…"

"Shut up, Wheeljack!"

Unicronia paced in front of her "army". There were ten in all. There was:

Far Stop, her second in command. He's a black mech with a generally calm personality. The mech takes great pride in being the group's gossip commander.

Mimic, her third in command. He was a purple and green mech with doorwings. His mindset was of a fun mech, if not annoying at times.

Tiny, her physicist. He was the tallest mech she had. He is, more or less, a hopeless mech with a white and black color scheme, and a green visor.

Candid, he didn't really do anything, but he could really down his highgrade.

Mainframe, A blue and green mech with absolutely no imagination!

Cryfire, a dark gray mech with a car antenna coming out of his helm. He often uses it to smack mechs around, part of his psychological studies or some slag like that.

Solarking, A bright orange mech who wants to study the biology of humans

Bow Caster, a silver femme, the only femme in the group. Unicronia doesn't know what her issue is but she refuses to talk to her. Stuck up glitch.

Silvertint, A golden mech who doesn't enjoy the irony in his name. He works as the assistant in her lab.

Edge, a pink mech, one of the sweetest mechs in the group. He is the mech where you can have your cake and eat it too!

Unicronia looked at every single mech with an intense gaze. "well, well, well. Mr. Prime want's to make a treaty with us, huh?"

Far Stop sighed. "Lady Unicronia, this is uncalled for."

"NO!" Unicronia turned to Far Stop and glared. "You don't know what's uncalled for."

Mimic laughed. "Lady Unicronia, I think we should get whatever we can out of these Autobots." He got a dangerous glint in his optics. "Especially Prowl."

Unicronia scrunched her face up. "I don't want that kind of mental image in my processor."

"Oh, and you think we want the mental image of you and Wheeljack in our processors?"

Unicronia stared at Mimic for a moment. "I didn't even have that image in my processor... until now."

Groans echoed through the hidden lab.

Optimus and his officers sat in the meeting room waiting for these "Unicronians." Optimus sighed. It was already 12:15 They were late. The door slid open, and Unicronia walked in with two other mechs.

Prowl stiffened. Oh scrap. Mimic gave a wink and waved his digits. Unicronia smacked him on the helm. "Optimus."

"Unicronia."

Unicronia nodded at sat down across from him. Mimic sat across from Prowl with a huge smile on his face, and Far Stop sat across from Jazz. Ratchet sighed. "Unicronia, I didn't think you were serious when you talked about this in the Med bay."

"But I was."

Wheeljack's helm hit the table. Far Stop smirked. "Are you okay, Wheeljack?"

"No."

Unicronia snorted. "Alright, Prime. These are my demands. I want to keep my lab as my base. I want to be able to test stuff whenever I want, but just to make you feel better, I will ask permission for stuff I believe will explode, and might detonate the base." Mimic gave a slight cough. "And I want Prowl."

Prowl glared at Unicronia and Optimus raised an Optic ridge."You want Prowl?" Optimus shook his helm "That is a definate no." Unicronia looked over to Mimic and gave him an I-told-you-so look. Optimus leaned in to face Unicronia. "And you want to keep the lab with Wheeljack, both Autobot property, as your base?"

Far Stop snorted. "Not at all. We wish to keep our base as our base. Location will not be disclosed."

Prowl sighed. "We cannot have a new fraction's base in an unknown location."

Mimic crossed his arms over his chest, and propped his pedes onto the table. "It's not like we're going to fight. We strictly work for science. You can think of us as scientific consultants. Besides, we can't have you, so you guys have to compromise."

Optimus frowned. "How many of you are there, including Unicronia?"

Unicronia stared at him. "Eleven including myself."

Ratchet snorted. "Only eleven?"

Unicronia frowned. "Shut up! You came to Earth with only five!"

Ratchet rolled his optics. "There were only five of us because we were a scouting team!"

Far Stop rolled his optics. "What if we are the scouting team?"

Optimus sighed. "Unicronia, this is ridiculous."

Unicronia stared Optimus in the optics. "What are your demands?"

Optimus groaned. "We want to know the location of your base. We refuse to give you any of our energon, and you cannot test inventions on this premises."

Unicronia narrowed her optics. "We can just leave, and declare war."

Optimus rolled his optics. "Unicronia, your third in command just said that you don't fight."

"He said won't, not can't."

Optimus groaned. "Unicronia, where did you find these mechs?"

"In the basement."

Optimus frowned. "Let's write this treaty, and get it over with, but I have one condition. You need to have one with the humans as well."

"We can have energon?"

Optimus nodded. "Yes."

Unicronia smiled. "DONE!"

Mimic smirked at Prowl. "So, now that all this fun is over, how about we have some fun of our own?"

Far Stop stood up. "You guys have fun writing the treaty, and I'm going to go find a sexy yellow mech." He quickly ran out of the room.

Unicronia snorted. "I knew I chose the right mech for my second in command. He's a real go getter."

Optimus shook his helm. "I am warning you, Unicronia. I will not sign this treaty without knowing your base's location."

Unicronia stood up, and grabbed wheeljack who still had their face stuck to the table. "The basement!" She yelled, and ran off with Wheeljack in tow.

Mimic wiggled his optic ridges. "Let's go, Prowl."

Prowl sighed. "Mimic, I told you, not while I'm on duty."

Jazz shrugged. "You're officially off duty, Prowler."

Prowl's helm fell and hit the table. "Thank you, Jazz."