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Pandimala: You're late...but not extremely so.

Authoress: Yeah, I know. I'm switching positions at work. Plus, inventory is coming up and they changed my schedule to help. I went from 2-11 to 7-4. It is messing with me.

Pandimala: *concerned* Should you be up this late then?

Authoress: *shrugs* No use getting used to these mornings when I'll be back to a later shift soon.

AN: Yes, I changed the title of the chapter. I am allowed to do that. That is especially if the chapter doesn't follow what I originally planned.

Chapter 3: First Steps

Pandimala's 1st P.O.V.

I wasn't sure what to do. Everything had happened so fast…and there had been so much energon. Even as I laid here now, I still couldn't believe it. I had…I had killed somebot…offlined them. Whatever the fragging term was had happened. Somebot who was alive had that gift taken away by my servo.

But, I knew that the insecticon who helped me calm down, Hardshell, reminded me that I had acted to save the lives of those that the femme had been trying to offline. With her offlining at my servos, three more had been able to survive. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to be at complete peace with what I did. But, I would at least know that I did nothing wrong.

"You're awake," I glanced to my left and saw that a hardcased that I didn't know was standing against the wall. He had a relieved look on his faceplate. "I'm not sure if you remember, but I'm Hardshell. How are you feeling?"

Hardshell. It took me hearing his introduction to remember who he was. This was the mech who, in the show, had been ruthless in his attacks against the Autobots, almost offlining Bulkhead. Not only that, but he roughed Wheeljack up real good and was only able to be put down by Miko firing a rocket at his aft.

But, this one was different. Not only was he here now, checking up on me, but he was also the one who had talked reason into me when I was panicking about offlining the femme. "Better," I answered him before I looked around. "Where are the others?" I figured that somebot else would have been in here. Namely, Airachnid to question me on the waterfall I had dropped on her before all of that drama happened. That was a lot to take in and I had a feeling that she was going to have more questions.

"Doc just left to get some more supplies and our monarch has been filled in on what you have told Airachnid by the femme in question. They have been waiting for you to come out of stasis to answer more of their questions." Hardshell answered me. He then glanced around. "Given what we all have learned over the link, your arrival here wasn't as strange as it could have been,"

"Speak for yourself," I muttered. I figured that, since I had blown up on Airachnid with Shrapnel in the room, that everybot with the hive connection knew about my past. The real one. I couldn't imagine a stranger way to pop into a dimension that you weren't familiar with.

"Just out of curiosity…how many of us were you familiar with in your dimension?" He asked, moving to sit on the berth next to mine.

"I thought I was supposed to report to your monarch when they got here?" I asked before the ramifications of what I said hit me. "Wait, they decided on a monarch? Who is it?"

Hardshell gave me one nod. "Yes, the solar after the incident in the canyon, the three came together and agreed with Orbweaver taking over the hive. I think your actions of late opened everybot's optics in how petty they all were being."

"Petty? Is that any way to speak of your new queen?" I turned and saw the hunter femme from the canyon. Behind her, I could see Tarantulas and Airachnid along with Astrotrain and Makeshift. I was still getting over that he was the one who was courting Airachnid's sister.

The group of five walked in before Hardshell responded. "In that situation, yes. Our queen would only want me to speak the truth, and nothing else." He then looked back at me. "So, how many of us were you familiar with in your past dimension?"

Glancing between the six of them, I let out a vent. "Fine, it's not like I could hide it. According to somebot, I couldn't lie to save my existence." I shot Airachnid a look at that since she was the one to get me to spill on that little secret before I spoke. "Obviously, I knew of an Airachnid. She was cruel, sparkless, and just a monster through and through. From what I've seen here, that isn't the case."

"Are you sure about that? The femme threw one nasty left hook when we got Orb and the others secured after the incident," Tarantulas commented while rubbing his faceplate.

Airachnid glared at the mech. "You're lucky that Makeshift stopped me or I would have done worse."

"Oh, and I get a designation now. How exciting." Makeshift piped up in a sarcastic tone.

Immediately, the femme turned back to him. "You are still on a ledge with me Makeshift,"

"Give them a break, Airy. If you should be angry at anybot, it is me," Orbweaver, the new monarch of the hive, spoke up with a laugh.

And as I expected, Airachnid did not hesitate to glare at the femme either. "Don't think you are getting out of a lecture for going off like that just because you are the monarch now. We will be talking later." She then shook her helm. "But, back to you Pandimala. Who else do you know?"

"Makeshift showed up for a small section of that reality, though he offlined fairly quickly when he tried to infiltrate the Autobot base," I mentioned.

"What's an Autobot?"

That question from Astrotrain threw me. Even though I knew that this was pre-war time, it was still hard for me to not picture the lines as Autobot and Decepticon…instead of whatever they were right now. So, I let out a vent. "In the reality of you all that I am familiar with, a gladiator rose and fought for the right of all bots to choose their destinies, and for the right of all sentient beings. However, manipulations happening all around him, including one where the Council chose one of his greatest supporters for the mantle of Prime instead of him, caused those goals to be twisted and plunged, not only Cybertron but every planet that had contact with Cybertron, into a millennium-long war. The reality for you all that I am familiar with picks up that war near its end, though those in the reality don't know that, on the last battlegrounds which happened on a planet called Earth."

"I'm sure we will have questions about that after you finish answering Hardshell's question." Tarantulas chimed in with a look at his sisters and Astrotrain, who looked like they had questions before he motioned back to me.

So, I guess that was my cue to keep going. "He ends up offlining in that same part of the story. One of the Autobots sneaks a grenade on his hip without him realizing it and sends him back to the flagship he was with through a ground bridge. Blew up on the flagship of the Decepticons, the force against the Autobots. At least it was a quick offlining."

"What about me? What was my fate?" Airachnid asked.

Well, that wasn't complicated to answer at all. Sarcasm was a beautiful thing sometimes. "Like Makeshift, you were a Decepticon. However, I wouldn't exactly have called you lonely. It was just the better option for that version of you. You betrayed them a few times and tried to leave the leader of the Decepticons on Earth and that didn't go well for you. You got your aft royally handed to you during that one. But, you weren't offlined. You ended up pushing your luck until the leader of the Decepticons ordered you offlined for your treachery. However, you escaped that and found the remaining hive on Earth. There weren't many of them from what I see now…though I thought there were a lot back then."

"Just how many were there?" Orbweaver asked, concern in her vocals.

"I'll put it like this. Neither you nor Tarantulas were in the picture and the only insecticon type I knew existed were the hardcased…and they didn't even call them that. They were just insecticons. And if I had to guess there were maybe two hundred of them." I answered her, causing them all to have looks of horror before I continued. "You tried to offline the leader of the Decepticons a couple of times with the Insecticons before you went to the ship to do it yourself. However, there was a new plague on the ship that turned anybot infected into an energon-siphoning living offlined. Airachnid, you got infected by the source and, while the Decepticons were able to get you off the ship with a space bridge, you ended up with the hive on one of Cybertron's desolate moons. Last any of us who kept up saw, you were infecting and siphoning from the hive."

They all looked sick to their tanks when I told them that. Hopefully, we could prevent that outcome from happening. "We will be on our guard to make sure that does not happen," Airachnid confirmed, a shiver noticeably traveling through her chassis. I mean, if I just found out that one possibility for my future was that…yeah, I would be pretty freaked out. Hopefully, we could prevent that from happening. Outside of her worry earlier, which she had every right to be, she was pretty cool. She was much better than that monster that I had seen in the show.

"Back to who I knew," I continued. "Hardshell, you were the only hardcased that was named in the show. You were the strongest of the remaining hardcased and were kinda the de facto leader while Airachnid was in hiding and you all were serving the Decepticon leader. During one of your missions from the leader, you had to deal with tox-en," They all shivered at the reference. Good, I didn't have to explain that one. "And you severely injured one of the Autobots. However, you reported that you offlined him. When his friend and his human companion went out seeking vengeance against you, the leader of the Decepticons said you owed him a spark. So, you went out to take the challenge. However, while you had the second Autobot on the ropes, the human companion took you down with a missile. You offlined pretty quickly."

"So what you are saying is that, out of the three of them, only Airachnid survived…if you could call it that?" Orbweaver asked.

Nodding, I continued. "Yes, that's what I'm saying. However, while the rest of you weren't in that fictional work specifically, some of the designations I have heard span into other aspects of that same fictional world. Tarantulas is one, as is Astrotrain. Also, Bombshell, Shrapnel, and Kickback were as well. However, you all look different than those counterparts." I then looked to Orbweaver since she was now the monarch. "Is there anything else you wish to know?"

"Why aren't you saying the designations of these bots that we interacted with in the fictional plane?" Airachnid, not to my surprise, picked up on the fact that I was purposefully leaving certain designations anonymous.

So, it was best to answer at least the reason I was doing so. "Because there is a certain burden to having these designations before you interact with them. Look at the way I've been around you, Airachnid. Given that, do you want the entire hive to be on edge around any of the bots that would come up in the future? They could be completely different from the versions I know, and trusting the wrong bot at the wrong time could cause trouble."

"You're right," Airachnid agreed, though that agreement was reluctant. "But, speaking of what could go wrong, we have a big problem,"

Now I was worried. Outside of watching Airachnid and making sure that she didn't go bad, I wasn't sure what else might be a problem in the future. "What's that?"

When they all looked at me, I felt like this might have been an obvious answer and I might just not be seeing it. Well sorry, that I had possible future events in my head and I wasn't seeing something obvious to them with their one-dimension-focused view. But, seriously, what could I be forgetting?

After a couple of clicks, and no one talking, I got some relief when Astrotrain took pity on me. "You," Well that was very specific…sarcasm was truly beautiful. He must have seen the 'really' look on my faceplate for he let out a vent. "Femme, you are a newspark. Not only that, but you were an organic who doesn't know about anything that you should in this dimension. If you are going to be helping us change things, you need training…and fast training. Something tells me that you are going to need this by the time that fragger shows up in forty solars."

Fragger? Just who was coming? "Who's coming?" Also, I agreed that I needed training. I only won that fight against the two-wheeler, Flamewar her designation was, out of sheer dumb luck and the fact that she let her guard down at the news that I was a newspark. While the training I got when I was human helped me a little, I would have been offlined.

"And that is another reason you need this training. Not only will it be physical training, but you need a complete crash course in common knowledge…like who the Cybertronian ambassador is to the hive. Just so you are aware, the ambassador is a seeker-class mech known as Thrust." I felt a shiver go through my chassis as I heard his designation. While he wasn't in the original timeline, there were two versions of him that I knew of, and one that I was very familiar with.

"You know of him?" Astrotrain asked as they all looked at me.

Nodding, I spoke. "I heard of at least two versions of the mech. The first one didn't make much of an impression on me but the second one was as manipulative as they came. He wanted to play for the winning team and backstabbed anybot who he needed to do that. Though he waited to betray the leader of the Decepticons until Unicron came into play,"

All of them were startled at my mention of Unicron. "He…he's real?" Makeshift asked, a slight stutter in his vocals showing me just how much bots feared the Chaos Bringer.

"In this specific dimension, probably…though I am not sure. He has been shown in many of the fictions that are based on you all, including the one that I am familiar with that Airachnid was a part of. In the dimension that Thrust was from, he was awoken and started to attack Cybertron. The Autobots and Decepticons set aside their differences…though it took some convincing, and joined forces to take down the Chaos Bringer. Thrust and another bot, who ended up being an extension of Unicron, left the Decepticons of that dimension and joined Unicron. During the final fight with Unicron, Thrust had a confrontation with the leader of the Decepticons where the leader was wanting revenge. Thrust went on a condescending spiel about how he chose the better allies and how he and Unicron were going to take over the universe together."

"I'm guessing that didn't go so well?" Airachnid asked with a smirk.

I nodded. "Precisely," I then continued. "When they were in the opening part of their fight, Thrust flew into one of Unicron's appendages and fell into a joint that was shutting. He got stuck and immediately asked Megatron to pull him out, and that he didn't mean anything that he said before. The leader, not having any of that, at first gave Thrust two options. Either he could shoot Thrust right there and end him, or Thrust could free himself in which case there would be nowhere for Thrust to hide."

"Fitting choices for a traitor," Hardshell growled out. Guess he strongly admired loyalty and hearing how easily that Thrust threw it away seemed to be upsetting.

"Very fitting," I agreed before I continued again. "Anyways, Thrust didn't answer and so the leader started to walk away. As Thrust begged the leader to save him, the leader delivered one of the greatest lessons I have ever heard. He told Thrust that if he dared to have dreams of power then he was going to be consumed by them."

"He sounds like a very strong leader," Hardshell agreed. I think Hardshell was lowkey a fanmech of Armada Megatron/Galvatron at this point.

"He had his moments," I agreed with Hardshell to a point. "But, the fiction he was in was highly underrated in my opinion and certain choices in how it was presented made it less favorable for fans. But, I enjoyed it." I then looked back at them. "So, Thrust is coming to Regulon IV and you all think I need training." I then smiled. "When do we start?"

Orbweaver motioned to me before she responded. "We'll wait until you are recovered from saving me and 'Shift. From what Scuttlebug told us earlier, that means that your training is going to start tomorrow. Until then, you are going to rest," She then looked over to Airachnid, "And none of us are going to be disturbing you."

"Since when did you get all knowledgeable and wise?" Airachnid asked with a slight huff.

The monarch smiled. "Being linked to the entirety of the hive in the way that I am has opened my optics to how foolish I was acting before."

Airachnid gave the femme an expressionless look. "You're still not getting out of my lecture,"

Orbweaver's faceplate dropped at that. "No fair Airy!"

"And you aren't either, Tarantulas!" Airachnid yelled after the mech who had just run out of the room.

She was quick to follow after the mech. Orbweaver laughed before she looked back at me. "Please rest at least a little. Scuttle will be in here in about twenty clicks to give you another check-over. But, I better go make sure that Airy doesn't kill Tar." She then ran after them.

"I'd better get out of here too," Makeshift said, motioning toward where Orbweaver ran off too. "If Orb is getting yelled at for us sneaking out, then I had better go too," The black-armored mech with grey markings smiled, his dark grey faceplate accentuating his yellow-white optics before he ran after the femme that he was courting.

Even though Makeshift didn't make much of an impression on me during the show, I found myself enjoying this version of him…the version in my new reality.

Hardshell, to my surprise, then pushed himself off the wall. "I should be going as well. Bombshell and Shrapnel want to go over a few things for training," He then walked out.

Now, it was just Astrotrain and me. At first, I expected him to leave like the others. But, after a few clicks of the two of us just staying in silence, I realized that he was wanting something. "Are you alright, Astrotrain?"

He stared at me for a few clicks longer before he spoke. "You said you knew another version of me. What was that version like?"

I figured that they were all going to ask that eventually. But, why was Astrotrain asking this right now, when the others were going to be waiting until later? "I only knew one version of you before this. It was from the very first fiction about the war between Autobot and Decepticons. You were a Decepticon and…honestly you weren't as bad as you could have been. Sure, you did some crazy things during the show…given that it was made in the eighties they can be forgiven for that, but you never went down some of the darker paths other Decepticons did take. You were a soldier in a fiction that was campy sparkling entertainment. There were dark moments in the show, but only ones they felt that they could get away with. In later fictions, it got darker and darker and, as far as I watched, the fiction based on this reality was one of the darkest yet."

To my surprise, he looked relieved. "Thank you,"

Okay, now I was curious. "Why were you so worried?"

He glanced at me and let out a vent. "It's because in my past I could have turned out to be a completely different bot than I am now. I was a bully, verging on something worse. It got to the point that I was sent to Vestium Major for their triple-changer training. It wasn't a request. I got my aft handed to me and the overconfidence streak that all triple changers go through thankfully broke. Some have it worse than others, but I had it pretty bad. If it wasn't for Sandstorm thrashing me during our training sessions…I doubt I would have gotten through it. But, he did and it made me the bot I am today. I just wanted to make sure that you didn't know of any time that I…well, that other Astrotrains, went too far."

I shook my helm. "No. Not that I know of."

Astrotrain nodded. "Good," He then gave a nod toward me. "We have already decided that your first training session will be with me and Hardshell. Be ready to take a beating though."

At least he was warning me. "Always am," I responded. And I was. After dad died, I threw myself into everything I could. Whether that was martial arts, dance, or even the computer science classes that I took during high school for college credit; the point was I pushed myself until I couldn't. I only stopped when mom got worried. But, that still didn't stop the intensity of how I did my activities. Right up until the day before I met with Paul, I had been in those computer science classes. I wasn't big on remembering the jargon, per se, but set me in front of a computer and I could probably get into it.

A wave of exhaustion coursing through my systems made me realize that I was going to need the rest. I was in a new dimension without the guidance that I thought I was going to have. I needed every advantage I could get and this training was going to give that to me. Not just the physical training either. They were also going to be giving me a crash course in the information I needed to know to survive here.

I had to survive, and for that, I had to train. To train meant I would get stronger, and to get stronger meant that I had a better chance of making it to Paul…if he would even be here. I had to hold onto that hope…for it was one of the only ones I had. I would see Paul again, and when I did, I would be able to support him even better than I would have.

Once I got this training, that is.

Astrotrain's 1st P.O.V.

Honestly, I was impressed.

Could the femme last for long against one of the hardcased in a real fight? No. Not even close. However, for a newspark that used to be organic, she was picking up on lessons fairly quickly and her techniques were improving. Also, the fact that she had at least had some training in fighting back when she was her old species helped as well. There were a few times when whichever bot was helping her at the click, which was Hardshell right now, would be fighting her, she would pull out one of her old techniques and her proctor would be thrown off. Her speed at attacking joints kept getting most of us when she remembered to do so. In the heat of an intense fight, most bots did not think about their joints. So, when Pandimala did hit those spots, they were memorable.

I was going to have to start watching out for those attacks more. Given my size and triple-changing abilities, getting hit in those spots could put me in some troubling situations in a fight. While there were not any situations that I would have to worry about, for now, the fact that Pandimala knew of a timeline where we were entrenched in a galaxies-wide war was frightening in itself.

As she continued to move with Hardshell, I thought about the other interesting tidbit we had to take into account during her training, we all had figured that she would have originated from a large organic species maybe five or four meters. Instead, she shocked us all when she said that her species averaged about a meter and a half. Her coming from such a small species would make adapting to such a difference even more challenging for her. Yet, Pandimala had been keeping up with everything that we had been throwing at her for the past four solars.

"Frag it Pandimala! That hurts!" Hardshell complained lightly as he massaged his wrist joint.

On the first solar of training, Pandimala would have felt bad about that. Now, though, the femme simply shrugged and smiled. "Then don't keep it open," She then moved her digits experimentally before the two went at it again.

That was something I wanted to ask the femme about during her break this solar. As I had been thinking about before, it was not a normal instinct for a bot to strike at joints, and many of us were unprepared for those strikes against us. However, Pandimala reacted with a reflexive response to hit those spots. Shrapnel had to get looked over by Scuttlebug because the femme had dislocated his knee joint in their first training session together. Just what sort of world did her species evolve on that would cause her reactions to be so precise and defensive with minimal effort?

At least Scuttlebug was getting some extra training in joint damage. I swear the insecticon looked almost giddy whenever he got a case that Pandimala hadn't injured before.

"Frag it femme I swear you are doing this just to mess with me!" I laughed a little when I heard Hardshell yell that again. This time, though, he was holding his left elbow joint. Great. Even if she couldn't fight a hardcased in a fair fight right now, at least Pandimala would be able to disable a bot enough to get away now.

Pandimala smiled and backed off. "Not as much as you think." She then tilted her helm. "Are we finished for the solar?"

The hardcased in question frowned before he nodded. "Yeah. I gotta get Scuttle to look at this. I don't think I'll be able to do much more with you this solar. Just don't forget that you have a history lesson with Entom in a cycle." He then walked toward the med building.

"Pandimala," The femme turned to me as I called out to her. "Do you mind if we walk for a little?"

"Yeah, I have some time before I have to meet Entom," She responded before she made her way over to me. Once she was next to me, and we started walking, she jumped right in. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Your past a little," I responded as we moved by the housing units for the hive.

"I figured that much," She said with a laugh. "That's all anybot ever asks about, not that I mind though. But, what do you want to know?" Over the past solars since the incident, the femme had been flooded with questions about her past. While she had been nervous about answering us at first, she eventually came around and seemed to answer almost everything that we asked her, with some notable exceptions.

The first was anything to do with specific bots in the timeline she knew of us. While none of us who were a part of her arrival asked about it, because we understood her reasoning, some of the younger hive would ask every so often but were always met with refusal. Secondly, the femme avoided answering questions about why she seemed to have a spread out knowledge in what seemed like random subjects. She didn't mind showing us what she knew, but she seemed to get a little defensive about the reasons why she learned what she did.

However, the most noticeable subject that she refused to talk about was that of her sire. Pandimala would talk about her carrier all the time, and the different adventures they seemed to get into together. However, as soon as her sire was brought up, even off-servo, the femme would freeze up and make up an excuse to leave the conversation. By this point, though, most of us connected with the hive knew better than to ask her about it. If she wanted to tell us about him, then she would in her own time.

But, none of that was why I was here right now. "I wanted to ask about your fighting. Why do you go after the joints whenever you can? It isn't something that we are trained to go after and it is strange to see you constantly aiming for them on instinct."

She stayed quiet for a nano before she let out a vent. "Well, you partially answered your question. It is instinct. While I know our species naturally live for millions of stellars, my old species only lived for a sliver of that. So, millions of stellars of evolutionary tendencies were ingrained in our very blood. Since we evolved from non-sentient mammalians that didn't have a lot going for them in terms of natural-born weapons, we had to use our intellect. Our ancient ancestors had to learn that striking at the weakest point of an enemy would give us a stronger chance against larger and more dangerous enemies. Joints and reproductive systems were the most sensitive areas, along with other connective spots, and so we had it trained into our instincts to aim for those spots if we were in danger."

Her explanation made sense when thinking about how many organic species evolved. However, I had met a few organic species in the past and, while they weren't always at the top of their planet's food chain, they usually only had to worry about a servoful of predators against them and none of those species had the difficulties to ingrain instinctive measures like Pandimala's old species did. "Just how many dangerous species did you have on your planet?"

The short laugh that came out of the femme told me that I was not going to like the answer. "Out of the over five million species on the planet? Size wise I would guess about a couple hundred of them tops. Of course, that was species that were still around by the time humans evolved. However, there were a couple million at least if I was to guess that could hurt us with other adaptations they had. And we also had to evolve to learn to avoid and interact safely with those species as well."

My optics were wide in shock as she casually said that. Millions of species were dangerous to her old species? They must have been very clever to reach the top of their planet's hierarchy. That was especially since she was implying that humans, her old species, did not evolve with extra poisons or natural weapons to counteract these dangerous species. Of course, as she said, this evolution happened, in our terms, in a relatively short span. This evolution would take place in my lifetime.

Wait, something she just said clicked. "Did you say that was just the count of species before yours evolved?"

Pandimala looked amused when she nodded. "Of course. Most of the dinosaurs went extinct before humans evolved to anything near what we are now." She then walked inside the meeting hall, where she was getting her lessons from Entom.

As I stood there alone, I felt my processor reeling at the information I just got about Pandimala's old species. In such a short span, the power base of her planet went from an extinct species to hers that evolved from non-sentient beings. It was terrifying to think about. That was especially with how smoothly Pandimala was taking everything that had happened to her. Outside of the slight shock that she had due to some of the larger differences between us, she wasn't delayed at all in what had to be differences between her old species and what she was now.

We were going to have to take that into account when we trained with her. Pandimala, from what I was guessing, was going to take to the training faster than we were originally planning. I may just have to send a certain message to a friend faster than I wanted to. While we were going to be able to help her get through most of her training, I wasn't sure that we were going to be able to push her like she needed to be without some outside help. And, there was only one bot that I trusted to do that.

However, I was holding off on calling him until we got Pandimala past basic training. Well, either that or she snapped. All larger frames did, though each of us went through it differently. Mine was pretty bad and, as I had thought before, I could have been a completely different bot than I was now if it wasn't for the training on Vestium Major. Even though she wasn't a triple changer, something told me that the femme was going to snap in a significant way. But, while I wasn't sure how Pandimala's would manifest, something told me that it would not be easy to find. The femme had reacted to all of this so rationally, for the most part, and didn't seem close to snapping at anybot.

We would have to wait and see.

Pandimala: Well, that was unexpectedly nice. Are you feeling alright?

Authoress: *nods* Of course. Since I already had you in a life-or-death situation, I figured I could be nice.

Pandimala: *smiles* I appreciate it.

Authoress: *smirks knowingly* Enjoy it while you can. Big things are coming.

AN: And hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed reading this! I know that this update is a week late, but as I mentioned at the beginning, I am moving positions at work and I am in a middle adjustment period. Plus, I have temporarily changed hours while I am helping prepare for inventory. So, it has been difficult for me to focus on this. Add in that these chapters, while important in some ways, are filler chapters until we get to Cybertron and it was a hot mess waiting to meet. Hopefully, I can keep updating regularly but I can't make that promise right now.

About the chapter, it was pretty slow though we got to hear about one of my favorite scenes from the franchise. Not my complete favorite, but it does rank up there. The way that Galvatron in Transformers: Armada allows Thrust to offline was very satisfying, even back when I was an Autobot supporter. As a Decepticon supporter these days, it is even sweeter than before.

Well, that's all I have to say for now. Here are the next chapter titles! (Possibly, as shown above.)

Chapter 4: A Needed History Lesson

Chapter 5: An Unexpected Arrival

Chapter 6:...(find out next time!)

Well, that's all. Please drop a review, either to review or to say hi. I'll take either. Thank you all again for reading and, until next we meet, TTYL! *too addicted to sea shanties*