Hey guys! Welcome back! This chapter is for a one shot requested by praxian-press! Thank you so much! They have requested a one shot explaining more about the Laser Tag rule. When I read they're request, I immediately began giggling maniacally. Buwhahaha. This chapter also contains a (hopefully) short essay again! Whoo.

So I have begun to get a lot of rules involving Base Kids. I have realized that it has been long enough that I finally explain what they are. They are the nameless children I have invented to create more fodder for my rules. I am sure you all are intelligent enough to have already realized that. But they are not orphans like Kira, nor are they like Annabelle, the major's daughter, both being allowed to roam freely throughout base with pretty much no restrictions as long as they don't blow anything up. Base kids are different, in a way. Like Kira and Annabelle, as long as they do fall prey to their destructive tendencies, they are pretty much left alone. Because they are evil little shits and a good majority of the bots are scared of them. If any of you have grown up as military brats, you know what it is like to be constantly moving around, usually living in on Fort or another, etc etc. They are those kids. They're the sons and daughters of the MANY soldiers that live on NEST base. People from almost any first world country live on the NEST base, almost exclusively. It's culture is this mish-mash of so many different ones that anyone new to base has absolutely no idea what's going on. NEST is almost like an embassy, where if you step through the door, you're in a whole other country. It's pretty much the Cybertronian Embassy at this point.

Now you know. Yay!~ *claps*

THERE IS NOW A POLL ON MY PROFILE. PLEASE GO CHECK IT OUT!

*insert standard disclaimer here*

You know, I often claim that I am surrounded by idiots. Usually, I don't really mean it, or I say it fondly. But. But but but but but.There are sometimes these moments when I do say it, I mean it. Fully. Down to the tiniest little heart string and the smallest synapse in my brain. Usually, when someone steals from Ratchet. Or when the Science Bots blow something up. Again. But I'm getting used to that now. Or even when someone scratches Sunny's paint. But there are times, thankfully very few and far between, where I believe it so strongly that it scares me.

I like Wheeljack. I really do. He's funny, a giant sweetheart, smart, and his holoform's not that bad looking either. Not as good as Magnus' of course, but then again, I know no one who can beat Magnus' holoform. But Jackie's isn't bad. Anyway, he's a good guy, a bit spacey, but I really can't talk now can I? But man, sometimes, I wish there was a way for me to wring his neck. Like the time he decided to make some laser tag guns for the teens and I said it was okay. I didn't realize at the time that he thought laser tag involved real fucking lasers.

Of course, I only realized this when a bright blue beam melted through the bullet-proof window in the meeting room and almost hit me in the head.. While I was in a meeting. With the president. Of the United States. Of America. Because you know, it's not a normal day unless a bunch of douchebags in suits point their guns right in my face, now is it?... Sigh. You'd think they'd be used to it by now. Something like this happens every time the president visits base. He visits at least once a month for Primus' Sake!

Of course, you can imagine my reaction when right after said beam of death almost hit the president in the face, psychotic giggling waded through the new hole in my window. I admit, it wasn't the most attractive or even the most sane reaction I've ever had... Okay, so I may or may not have growled like a feral dog with rabies and ran out of that meeting room fast enough to compete at the Olympic Level. You have no proof. What? Where the hell are you going? To Red Alert's control room? *laughs nervously and blocks you from leaving* Why would you need to go there? To get the video? What video? Red Alert totally didn't record the whole thing. You have to believe me... Wha-? HEY! *gets pushed out of the way* COME BACK! NOOOOO!

Yeah... It is not my proudest moment. My apologies for finally, after literally MONTHS of peacefully dealing with such utter distasters, snapping and going on a potentially going on a murderous rampage where I would then destroy everything you've ever known and loved. *smiles brightly but then dons a horrified expression*... Maybe I do need therapy... Damn it.

But back to my (maybe?) temporary moment of insanity. I ran out of that meeting room like a bat out of hell, and you better believe I was out that door charging like a bull that had gotten done pissed off. And lo and behold, there they are, the little bastards. Sam and Leo holding two laser guns, one red, the other blue. The Lambo twins, tossing up random rocks and assorted semi-expensive weaponry. The Chevy Twins, cheering them on. And right in the middle? Wheeljack, recording it all.

Of course the second they saw me coming, they dropped the fucking guns and ran like the little bitches they are. I must have looked like Unicron himself, because even Ironhide and Crosshairs, who were walking past, backed away from me. The second I reached those guns, I pointed them at their receding backs and screamed, "HOW'D YOU BASTARDS LIKE A HOLE IN YOUR WINDOW? OR EVEN BETTER, A HOLE IN YOUR CHEST!?" I shot at them like it was going out of style.

That is the last thing I remember before I woke up in the medbay. Apparently, someone had snuck up behind me while I was losing my mind and sedated me. My heart was beating so fast, it barely took any time at all for the medicine to work... I have now been put Psyche Evaluation. But Ratchet says that since this was the first time I had done anything like this, I probably won't get anything more than a slap on the wrist. As long as there isn't another episode, of course. Afterall, no one had gotten hurt.

Sam and Leo are very scared of me at the moment, and my boys are sort of... skirting around me, not sure if they should be afraid or if they should idolize me. Personally, both is good. I'm their mother, that's how it's supposed to be. At least they're behaving... for now. Wheeljack has apologized immensely. He apparently hadn't properly researched and had just taken 'Laser Tag' at face value. I woulda hit him if the Hatchet hadn't left me strapped to the bed for awhile after I woke up. Whatever. I'm going to sleep.

Well, what did you guys think? Tell me in a review along with any rules you'd like to see! REMEMBER THE POLE!