Jack and Miko made their ways to the back lot where they usually ate lunch with their friends. It looked like just about everyone was opening up and looking at their report cards.

"Hey Raf." Jack greeted the smaller boy. "How'd you do?"

"Straight A's." Raf answered, showing the older boy his marks, all in the 90s.

"Well, damn." Smokescreen commented, leaning over to look at the marks.

"Oh, well, I am a little disappointed though. My history mark went down to a 93."

Just about everyone stared at the boy incredulously.

"Yeah, right. Oh no! By God! Only a 93!" Miko exclaimed sarcastically.

"What? It's a big deal. At midterms it was a 96." Raf replied.

Miko just shook her head and turned to Bulkhead. "Yo! Bulkhead, science marks, let's go!"

The way Miko was just demanding the answer like that, Jack knew that there was something along the lines of a bet going on.

The larger boy stood up confidently, practically shoving the piece of paper at the girl.

"83!" He proclaimed proudly.

"Pretty good Bulk." Miko spoke with the smile, nodding. "However..."

Miko did a flashy little pose as she thrust out her report card, her free hand lightly covering her eyes, her head turned at the slight angle and a triumphant look on her face.

"...not good enough. 85 glitches!"

"What the frag?" Bulkhead exclaimed.

"Ha! Better pay up Bulk!" Miko demanded.

Bulkhead planted his face in his hands.

"Yeah yeah okay." Bulkhead reached into his pockets and took out two twenties as well as a lollipop, he handed them to the freshman.

"Y'know, tenth grade science is a lot different than it was in freshmen year." Bulkhead mumbled disappointedly.

"Right, guess I'm glad it is right now then." Miko replied, fanning herself with her friend's money mockingly.

"So...am I missing something here?" Jack wondered.

"Oh, Bulk and I weren't doing the best in science during the midterms, so we bet on whoever had the higher mark at the end of the semester to give us some motivation." Miko answered.

"Neat." Jack said. "How did the rest of you guys do?"

Just as the rest of the group began telling their marks-all exceptional by the way-they began to hear screaming coming up the hill.

They turned to see who it was. It was Elita. She was running and holding a piece of paper in her hand. Chromia and Dominique following behind her.

Elita first ran up to Arcee, who was closest. She hugged and screamed before letting go and dancing around. She then proceeded to run over to Jack and do the same to him.

"Woah woah woah, what's happening?" Jack wondered.

Elita let go of him and shoved the paper in Jack's face. It took him a moment to read it.

A 92 in science.

A 99 in math.

An 89 in history.

A 70 in English.

"Oh, Elita, your English mark-"

Another round of squealing from the older girl.

"I'm gonna fragging graduate!" she screamed.

"She finally got a passing grade. The final English credit she needs to graduate." Chromia said.

Elita continued her ecstatic dance.

"I'm gonna graduate! I'm gonna graduate! I'm gonna graduate!"

The group sat together happily, the lot eating their lunches contently until Sideswipe came running up the hill. He practically sprinted up to their table, panting as he reached them.

"Sides!" Wheeljack exclaimed. "What happened?"

"...Skyquake...Breakdown..." he stammered.

"What about Breakdown?" Bulkhead demanded.

"...They've been expelled!"

Sentinel had brought the two of them before the council. Airachnid giving her testimony-after having washed and changed of course-and Sentinel giving his as well.

It did not take long for the council to decide to bring the hammer down upon the two boys.

The two of them were to clean out their lockers by the end of the day and be prepared to be taken to the Allspark Institution within the next week.

"What. The actual. Frag." Knockout spoke in the Decepticon HQ after school.

Both Breakdown and Skyquake stood before the faction leader with hanging heads.

"Breakdown," Knockout was in a frenzy. "I leave you alone to go take care of yourself for five minutes and you end up expelled. What the frag? Breakdown, you idiot."

"I'm sorry." Breakdown replied in slightly cracked voice.

"Quint." Dreadwing said. "Mom and dad are gonna be pissed."

"I know." Skyquake replied.

"Get out." Megatron finally spoke.

"What?" Breakdown questioned.

"I said get out. You were both expelled. You don't attend the school anymore, which means that the faction war doesn't involve the two of you any longer. You aren't Decepticons anymore."

Breakdown and Skyquake looked at their leader in shock.

"But...sir..." Skyquake began.

"Whatever. You two were part of the inner circle. We'll take a hit but we'll recover. Like we always do." Megatron spoke coldly.

"Mason." It was Breakdown. "We may be expelled, and we may not partake in the faction war anymore, but we will still be Decepticons."

"I concur." Skyquake added.

Megatron turned back to look at them. They both wore defiant, sure looks on their faces.

He couldn't help but smirk.

"Damn," Megatron spoke. "Well spoken. Now get outta here you weirdo loyalists."

That brought some smiles as Megatron turned his back to his inner circle and stepped down the platform that served as their main meeting room.

Megatron huffed when he reached ground level.

"Scrap. Losing two of our best guys so close to the Galaxy Games." Megatron muttered.

"Sir." It was Shockwave, he was holding his phone in his hand. It looked like he had just gotten off from a call.

"What is it Shockwave? I could use some good news right about now."

"There's this guy I met while I attended the Vos Institution. He's the son of one of the professors there. We were talking about getting him transferred here, and the paperwork is just about finished."

"Oh yeah? So what's up with this guy and why should I care about 'im?"

"Because I believe that he could end becoming a great asset to the Decepticons. Also...he's a relative to Onyx Primus."

"One of the Primes...What's this kid's name?"

"Preston Kingsley, but when I told him about the factions and how they work, he would like to be called...Predaking."

Bada-bing bada-boom. I'm the laziest author ever. I went on a cruise by the way. It was fun.

I based the marks off of what I know as a Western Canadian highschooler, as in 50 is the passing grade. (I don't know what all that '70 is the passing grade' nonsense I've been hearing about. I am also confused as to what a GPA is but that could just be my own stupidity. Grade Point Average something or other right?

Anyways, Predaking will be coming on in, and that's great. The story is also entering into it's final, and biggest story arc: The Galaxy Games.

Now I'm writing this here because there's no way I'm getting around to fixing this anytime soon; I've decided to change some of the info regarding the Galaxy Games. In the chapter that I first talked about them, I said that they take place every year. This is being changed to every two years. I also at one point stated that even schools from outside of Galaxy City come to participate. This is being changed to having just four highschools of Galaxy City-for my own personal writing ease and convenience-partake in the Games. These changes will hopefully provide a better reading experience for you all.