A/N: Whoo! A super long chapter in exchange for the piece of crap I put out yesterday!

Shadow Stalker belongs to Autobotschic!

Unicronia frowned as she walked into the meeting room. She was always forced to come to these meetings. All because she "Has a responsibility being leader of the Unicronians, and all." Bullscrap. They just missed her so much they wanted her to visit from time to time.

Optimus stood in the center of the room, and nodded to Unicronia. "Good You're here."

Unicronia smiled sweetly. "Sure. If there's a bomb under your berth, it wasn't me!" She threw herself on a chair and sighed.

Optimus rolled his optics. "Alright. First of all, we have an incoming bot. They are Autobot, for sure, and should be landing tomorrow."

Ratchet snorted. "I thank you for including me on this one."

Unicronia turned to Ratchet. "I don't understand."

"They decided it would be a good idea to wait to tell me you were coming until the day before."

"Oh, wow. What a glitch move."

Optimus sighed.

Realization dawned on Unicronia. "Wait a sec. If you waited until the day before to tell Ratchet about me, why are you waiting until the day before to tell us about this new bot?"

Ratchet frowned. "Optimus?"

"I do know who it is." Optimus answered.

"Who?" Ratchet demanded.

"Shadow Stalker."

Unicronia frowned. "I don't know them."

Wheeljack snorted. "You were a shut in on Cybertron. Who do you know?"

"I know Mimic. I also know Prowl, more intimately than I would like to know him."

Prowl rolled his optics. "Perhaps you shouldn't have opened the closet then."

"Perhaps not." Unicronia frowned.

Ratchet glared at Optimus. "I quit."

Unicronia perked up. "Didn't you quit yesterday?" Unicronia shrugged. "Whatever. You can join me, and the Unicronians!"

Ratchet turned back to Optimus. "Is the position of CMO still open?"

Optimus smirked. "I am afraid the job has been taken." Ratchet pulled out a wrench. Optimus backed away. "Allow me to finish. It has been taken by you."

"Nice save." Ratchet muttered.

Unicronia frowned. "What is so bad about joining the Unicronians. We have death rays."

Helms spun to Unicronia. "Death rays?" Prowl asked.

"No." Unicronia shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "Did I say Death Rays? I meant Rays of Death?"

Wheeljack snorted. "How is that any better?"

"I don't know."

Optimus leaned back. "That is all I have to say. You are all free to go. Unicronia, please dispose of the Death ray."

"Sure!" Unicronia smiled. "I'll dispose of the Death ray." Unicronia stood up and left the room.

Ratchet glared at Optimus. "The two femmes are not to meet under any circumstances. I mean none!"

"May I ask why, Ratchet?"

"I can see it now. Nothing but destruction would lie in those two's paths!"

Optimus frowned. "I see. I will try my best."

Ratchet huffed. "You better." Ratchet stood up, and stomped out the door.

Optimus sighed. "Perhaps Earth isn't ready for both femmes in the same room yet."

Unicronia sighed as she pulled out the schematics for her new invention. "Alright, Mimic, just stand still, and maybe the neuron waves won't obliterate your processor."

Mimic jumped. "What? When I agreed to this, there was no mentionings of probably losing my processor!"

"Did I not mention that?" Unicronia shrugged. "I meant to. Oh well. Too late now. You already agreed to do the experiment, and you promised you wouldn't back out."

"The promise was a lie!"

"Yeah, just like the cake?"

Mimic frowned. "Slag it."

Unicronia frowned when she received the data from her experiment. It was a success, but Mimic was sadly still online. Not so successful. "You're free to go."

Mimic sighed. "Thank Primus I'm still alive."

"Oh suck it up! If you had gone vegetable, I would have brought you back!"

"Doubt it!" Mimic yelled back.

Unicronia rolled her optics, and turned around. She froze. There in the entrance stood a frame. Unicronia glared at the femme in front of her. "Who are you supposed to be?"

The green, black and gold femme's optics stared at Unicronia. "No, I should be asking why the frag there is a lab in disguise as a closet."

Unicronia frowned. "Um, I need you to leave."

"Leave? Why the frag would I leave? This seems like a nice place to hang out." She smiled as she walked over to the small universe that Wheeljack gave Unicronia. Her arm was reaching out. Oh, Unicronia knew what was going on.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Unicronia yelled.

The femme glared at Unicronia. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Who are you to question me?"

The two stood at dead lock before they burst out laughing. "Shadow Stalker!"

"Unicronia."

Shadow Stalker smiled as she took a look at the lab. "So, this is your place?"

"My base. I'm leader of the Unicronians. We fight for science."

Shadow Stalker frowned. "You're not an Autobot?"

"I used to be, but then Optimus tried to repress my ability to test whatever I wanted!"

"Optimus did?"

"Yep."

"Unicronia, I'm out of Mendelevium, and if I don't get any soon, I'm going to frag the first thing… I…" Mimic froze when he spotted the femme. "Well, hello, beautiful." Mimic walked up to Shadow Stalker, and smirked. He grabbed Shadow Stalker's servo, and twitched his optic ridges.

Shadow Stalker gripped Mimics servo, pulled it behind his back, and brought an energon dagger up to his throat. "Touch me, and I'll make sure you never touch anything ever again!"

"Okay." Mimic squeaked.

Shadow Stalker pushed him to the ground. "Run."

And oh boy did Mimic run. Unicronia half expected never to see him again. "That was my third in command."

"He seemed like a nice guy." Shadow Stalker smirked.

"He's fragging Prowl."

Shadow Stalker jumped. "No!"

"Yes!"

Mimic ran through the halls, and into Prowl's office. "Prowl!"

"Mimic." Prowl answered calmly.

"A femme beat me up!"

Prowl frowned. "Green?" Mimic nodded. "Black?" Mimic nodded again. "Gold?" Mimic sniffed, and nodded.

"Where was she?"

"She was with Unicronia!"

Prowl stood quickly from his desk. "Take me to your base Mimic, Now!"

"I can't! It's Unicronians, Wheeljacks, and Perceptors only!"

"Mimic, I will give you the night of your life if you take me there." Prowl purred.

Unicronia opened her special room. "This holds all my Death Rays. I've never told anybody, but each one kills you a different way!"

"Really?" Shadow Stalker walked into the room.

"Shadow Stalker, do not touch that death ray!"

Unicronia turned to Prowl. He was huffing and puffing while leaning against the wall. Mimic stood behind him with a frown. Unicronia glared. "Why is Prowl here?"

"He tempted me! You know I can't resist temptation!"

Unicronia grabbed the bridge of her nose, and sighed. "Mimic, I worry about you."

"Not as much as I do." Prowl looked over to Shadow Stalker. "What are you doing here?"

"I was exploring." Shadow Stalker looked away from the cop bot.

"In a closet?"

"Well, as you can see, this isn't a closet."

"Yeah, this is my lab, so get your aft out!" Unicronia glared at Prowl.

"I suppose you want Shadow Stalker out as well, seeing she's an Autobot."

"Nope, she's cool. She can stay." Unicronia turned to Shadow Stalker, and nodded to her. "Let me show you my life beams!"

"Life beams?"

"How do you think I tested my Death Rays without life beams."

Prowl face palmed. "Kill me now."

Optimus sat at his desk, and stared up at Prowl as he slammed a data pad down on his desk. "Level five importance."

"Level five?"

"Unicronia and Shadow Stalker have met up."

Optimus jumped up. "No."

"Yes. Our plan has failed." Prowl sighed. "We need to start Operation Alpha thirty."

"Alpha thirty?" Optimus frowned. "Can't we use Delta four?"

"Unicronia's already shown the Death Rays."

Optimus frowned. "Alright then. Begin operation Alpha thirty!"

PG

Shadow Stalker leaned back in her new place in the rec room. She frowned when a pink femme smiled down at her. "Hey, I'm Arcee! Oh my Primus, you're so cute!"

Shadow Stalker cringed. "That's nice."

"Are you waiting on somebody? Can I sit?"

"You can, but I'll be leaving as soon as your aft hits the chair."

Arcee frowned. "I'll be leaving."

"Good Choice." Shadow Stalker smiled.

Arcee quickly walked off, and activated her comm. ::No go, Prowl::

::Thank you, Arcee.::

Shadow Stalker glared at the next bot that walked up. "What?"

"Just came by to meet the new femme!"

"And you are?" Shadow Stalker raised an optic ridge.

"Huh, Oh, I'm First Aid."

"Get out." Shadow Stalker pointed to the door, and smirked as the bot ran out of the rec room. "Prowl, you're going to have to try harder than that."

Unicronia peeked into the room. "You having fun?"

"Yes, I'm kind of upset you haven't pressed the button yet."

"I like First Aid and Arcee."

"You never told me what the button does." Shadow Stalker sighed. "I'm dying to know."

"Oh, you're dying alright."

"What?"

"Nothing!" Unicronia smiled. She quickly left the room, and smiled from the place outside the door.

Sunstreaker walked into the room, and stomped over to Shadow Stalker. She slammed the button down, and smirked as the count down began.

3

2

1

BOOM!

"What the frag!?"

Unicronia laid in the berth in between a glaring Sunstreaker, and a pissed off Shadow Stalker. She turned to Shadow Stalker. "Did nobody tell you I like Explosions."

"No!"

"Did anybody tell you I'm going out with Wheeljack?"

"Did anybody tell you I'm bonded to Optimus Prime?"

Unicronia frowned.

"Did anybody tell you guys, you're both fragged when I get out of here?" Sunstreaker growled.