A/N: I had to run a full system restore on my computer, and lost everything I had written. I proceeded to lay down in my bed and weep like the depressed person I was….. COLLEGE FINALS ARE OVER!

REVIEWS!

I Am Blueberry: He finds that very offensive. He is not a little slut. He is a big one! XD Unicronia just has nobody else to turn to! Knockout is the last resort! XD Not the best, but the last. XD Prowl just likes to torture people. Especially when said people blow up base on a regular basis. XD I can't either!

Anonymous BW FG: XD I'm not really against hunting. (Not my thing, though.) I don't mind if people hunt, I just don't want to have to eat it. I start to feel bad, and think of the poor things family, and then I start crying cause what if that was Bambi's mommy! And then I start thinking Disney is psychic, and it doesn't end up well. I'm vegetarian, but If I know the person who killed it, it bugs the crap out of me! I don't care that they do it, just don't feed it to me. XD

Autobotschic: XD there would be nothing left on earth if those to met. Shadow Stalker would probably challenge Unicronia to make some impossible invention, and then Unicronia would be all like "Challenge accepted." And it would not turn out very well at all...

Wheeljack would usually be working to his sparks content on the new project Ratchet had assigned to him. It was the first time Ratchet had even given him permission to do anything, at all. He didn't even give him permission to drink energon in fear of his internals exploding. Wheeljack couldn't even get a chance to tell Ratchet he had his tank explosion proofed after Unicronia tried to make energon treats. The femme was cute, but couldn't cook for scrap.

This time was different though. Not just the importance of what he was building, but the fact he didn't want to build anything at all. He was depressed, and Ratchet's attempt to cheer him up by having him build a medical drone wasn't helping.

Wheeljack attached the medical scanner to the drone. Unicronia had fell off the face of the earth. She hadn't even tried to contact him since he told her he wasn't talking to her anymore.

Unicronia pouted as Far Stop swung his legs back and forth on the berth. "Mimic needs to hurry." He grumbled.

As if on cue the door opened and Unicronia shot up off the berth, and tackled the bot. As soon as she made contact with the bot she knew it wasn't her Mimic. He was big, and barely budged when Unicronia tried to tackle him. She shuttered her optics as her servos remained wrapped around the mech.

"Dreadwing, remove this…thing from my being."

Unicronia frowned as she groped the mech's aft. "This isn't Mimic."

A growl resonated through the room. Unicronia pushed herself away from the mech, and sprinted behind Far Stop. Far Stop jumped off the berth, and hid behind Unicronia. "What the frag?" Unicronia pushed Far Stop in front of her. "You're the mech."

Far Stop jumped behind Unicronia. "You're supposed to be the fearless leader!" He whispered in her ear roughly.

"Not against Megatron! I'm just a poor scientist!"

Far Stop glared. "What do you think I am?"

"I don't know! You appeared randomly in a nonexistent basement!"

Megatron watched the two with a raised optic ridge. "Dreadwing, take them to the brig."

Unicronia frowned deeply at the huge blue and yellow seeker. "What is your designation?"

Unicronia stared at the mech as he stared back, waiting for the response to his question. "I demand to speak with Steve!" The mech simply continued staring. "Where's Far Stop?" The seeker continued Staring. "My designation is Unicronia!"

"Dreadwing. Why are you here?"

Unicroia shuttered her optics. "Wait. Is this an interrogation?" The mech stared blankly at her waiting for the answer he wanted. "I can go all day without answering." Dreadiwing casted an intimidating glace at her. "I'm here for relationship advice!"

"From Knockout?"

"Yes."

"The Decepticon Medic?"

"Yes."

"You, an Autobot?"

"No."

Dreadwing raised an optic ridge. "No?"

"I'm not an Autobot. I'm Unicronian."

"Unic-"

"No! We do not praise Unicron!"

"Who is your leader?"

Unicronia frowned. "I'm not the drone you're looking for." She tried to move her servo, but it didn't work. "Scrap."

Dreadwing remained unamused. "There's actually three of us on board your ship."

"Where's the last of you?"

"Last time I saw him, he went to get a nice frag from Knockout."

Dreadwing pressed his digit up to the side of his helm. "Lord Megatron, there is one more intruder… They were last seen with Knockout… No, sir. Not Autobtots. Unicronian… I do not know sir… Yes, sir." Dreadwing brought his servo down. "Who are you allied with?"

"Nobody. We have a treaty with the Autobots, but really we just use their energon, and blow up their base."

"I will assume this third bot is the leader. Good day, Unicronia."

Unicronia scowled as Dreadwing left the room. "What kind of idiot would assume Mimic is the leader?"

Mimic smiled like an idiot as he and knockout exited the small closet. "That, my friend, was the best frag I've ever had, well, in this dimension anyways."

"More where that came from." Knockout wiggled his optic ridges.

Mimic raised an optic ridge. "Really?" Knockout's smirk fell. Mimic's helm fell to the side. "What?" He rubbed his cheek. "Do I have a scratch on my cheek? Frag! Don't tell me you got your paint on this lovely face!"

"No."

Mimic froze at the unexpected, deep, sexy, arousing voice behind him. Knockout grabbed Mimic's shoulders, and turned him to face the mech. He jumped at the creepy face that greeted him.

"Tell me, Knockout. Do you make it a priority to frag every intruder?"

"O-of course not, Lord Megatron!"

"Then Primus tell me. What is going on?"

Mimic looked around nervously. "Rape?"

Megatron glared as his servo shot out, and Mimic soared across the hall. "Take him to the brig. Prepare him for interrogation."

Knockout nodded as he scrambled to get Mimic to the brig.

Wheeljack sighed as he activated the medical drone. The circulare drone rose into the air, and a blue beam shot out hitting one of Unicronia's cleaning drones. The Drone's optics flashed on and immediately began grabbing Wheeljack's inventions, and tossing tghem down the garbage shoot.

"NO! No! No! No!" Wheeljack switched the medical drone off before he quickly tackled the cleaning drone, and clicked the emergency off switch on its aft. Wheeljack sighed in relief as he stood up. He grabbed the medical drone, and slowly made his way for Ratchet's Med bay.

Unicronia swung absent mindedly from the chains she hung from. A big bug like creature stepped in and chained aother bot next to her. "Hello!"

"Lady Unicronia."

"Far Stop." Unicronia sent back.

"I hate you."

"I know."

The big bug left only to be replaced by a faceless bot. Unicronia smiled in greeting, but the bot did nothing in return. Far Stop frowned a voice began playing. "Soundwave, find out exactly who these bots are, and what they wanted."

Far Stop sighed. "Listen, we're Unicronians. We don't fight. We're just scientists.

Unicronia smiled at the mech. "Good, no Amazing scientists. We can build anything. We can make stuff that explode with the same amount of force as an exploding star. I haven't been able to build a functioning H-bomb yet, but I'm working ont it."

"Unicronia!"