Disclaimer: I only own my OCs.

Authoress: The sequel comes! This should be a fun trip!

Prologue

Megatron's 1st P.O.V.

It had only been fifteen solars, and I felt anxious without her here. Even with all of the projects that were currently being undertaken by the residents of Pyrovar I wasn't busy enough to keep thoughts of her out of my processor.

Of course, that was helped by the delegation of duties we had immediately gone into. While I was, of course, the leader of the Decepticons and Starscream still acted as my second in command and Air Commander, some jobs had needed a bot to helm them. Going through each job and finding the best bot for each of those positions hadn't been easy. That was especially given that we were all still recovering from the war.

Chief Medical Officer was landed on Hook, much to his annoyance. It had been between him and Knockout and, while Knockout had done a good job during the campaign on Earth, Hook was less likely to venture out for a race. Knockout acted as his second, but this would give Knockout a little more freedom to compete in his races.

For Chief Architecture Officer, I had placed Breakdown in that position. Given his construction capabilities on Cybertron before the war and how well he handled the job when the others had first arrived here on Pyrovar, the position was his. Thundercracker worked well with the mech during the construction of our residence here on Pyrovar and so I had made him Breakdown's second in command. So far, the two were working well together.

Soundwave, of course, was still Chief Communications and Security Officer and my third in command. With how he had improved his observational skills and hacking skills during the war, and most notably on Earth where he had been given the first real challenge he had in a while, he had taken to the position well. Vox had proven himself well during the campaign on Earth and acted as Soundwave's second. The two worked well together.

While both Swindle and Lockdown were in the running for Chief Trade Officers, dealing with both planetary markets and intergalactic trade, Swindle won out as Chief due to his social connections that spread much further than Lockdown's. Of course, Lockdown still acted as his second and the two were building connections to trade our new energon-infused foods.

And speaking of those foods, their creation had necessitated the need for a Chief Agricultural Officer, and that had taken a little longer than I thought it would. I would have made one of the drones the officer, given their knowledge of Earth. But, the ones who knew about agriculture were left on Earth to live their lives.

Thankfully, Arctic Talon, given both hers and Predaking's time on Earth before our arrival, had a familiarity with agriculture that most of us did not have, they were next in line. So, I had given her the title and, when Predaking was not helping in the med bays, he was her second. They worked with both the energon foods and the organic foods that had started to grow as well.

The last position we had decided on, for now, was that of Chief Training Officer. We did not want our Decepticons to wane in strength even though we were in a peaceful time. We had not been able to achieve true peace. At first, we had debated just having an army. However, it was decided that it would be best if all of our citizens were capable of fighting at a given notice. Not many would attack a planet, no matter how new it was, if they knew that thousands were able to fight against them. For our Chief Training Officer, Dreadwing had taken the mantle and Skyquake was his second. I knew that they would do a good job of making sure all of our troops were in top shape.

However, there were still a few positions that we had yet to fill and, while the Decepticons who were a part of the Earth campaign were trustworthy, none of them seemed to fit the positions that I wanted to be filled. Those positions were Chief Immigration Officer and Chief Events Officer. The first was self-explanatory and would oversee all incoming residents to and from the planet. For the second, they would be in charge of overseeing major events that we may hold in the future, such as hosting foreign dignitaries and planetary celebrations.

Of course, there was a third position available and I had approached Shockwave to see if he would take the position of my Chief Strategical Officer. However, he argued fairly that his research into the Predacon reconstruction and his other projects would keep him fairly busy. Perhaps I would have a Chief Scientific Officer as well. I would see if he wanted such a position later. I would need a bot to cover that and he would fit perfectly.

Since he had turned down the Chief Strategical Officer position, I had offered it to Strika instead. She seemed hesitant before refusing it as well. While she would be more than willing to assist whoever accepted the position, she wanted to spend this peacetime with her bondmate. I understood that, given the anxiety that I felt waiting for my own intended to arrive back home.

And since those two had refused the position, I was planning on offering the position to Pandimala upon her return. I was hopeful that she would accept, though I didn't see her refusing me. I don't think she could even if she wanted to. Not with how strong her loyalty was to me. She wouldn't hesitate to accept.

Thinking on other questions I had for the femme upon her return to me, I hoped that would be true for those as well.

"You're fidgeting, Lord Megatron."

I growled when Starscream's vocals came from behind me. "Is there a particular reason you are disturbing me right now?"

The smug air he was exuding could be felt as he walked up next to me. "I was just coming in to inform you of another arrival."

"We have had other arrivals that you do not feel the need to report to me. Why this one?"

"Not only does it include Mixmaster, Long Haul, and Bonecrusher; but Scorponok came with them," I turned to Starscream in surprise at the last name. While we knew that Hook's remaining brothers were to arrive soon, I did not realize that Scorponok was even still online. Last I had heard, the mech I had first met in the Pits of Kaon had vanished not long after a scuffle near the planet Maderan. When none of the searches brought forth any results, the triple changer was declared missing. To hear that he was now among us again was a surprise that I was more than ready to hear.

"So, he has survived. I am anxious to hear about what the mech has gone through during his travels." I agreed as I started to make my way out of the control room and toward the doors to lead outside.

"My Lord, you never did answer me about why you were fidgeting?" Starscream brought up again as we walked.

A vent escaped me before I could stop it. "There are certain arrivals I am waiting for, and no I will not disclose them at this time. For safety, this information is being compartmentalized." Yes, and that was between myself and Michael. No one else knew that Pandimala was even online. It was times like this, though, that made keeping that information difficult.

My second allowed a look of annoyance to cross his faceplate at that. "Understandable, Lord Megatron. Off of that subject, then, do you have any plans for the missing officer positions we need to fill?"

With Scorponok's arrivals, I at least had one. "Yes, and I believe we need to make a Chief Scientific Officer to oversee our research advancements. I plan on asking Shockwave to take that position."

"Yes, he shouldn't refuse that one if I know him, My Lord," Starscream agreed. "But, what of the others that we had discussed?"

"As long as Scorponok is as loyal and trustworthy as he once was, then I will ask him to fill the role of Chief Immigration Officer. He will have the strength needed to deal with those that come to harm us and yet he is understanding enough of those who wish to live here to sort them out as well. But, we shall see how that goes." I indulged my second's curiosity. "One of the arrivals I am waiting for will hopefully take our Chief Strategical Officer position. Another reason that I am keeping their name compartmentalized. However, I am still unsure as to who shall take our Chief Events Officer position."

To my surprise, Starscream shuddered slightly before he spoke. "My Lord, I have had thoughts about that position and who could fill it. From a communication that we recently received from one of the transports coming in from Chaar, I know there is a seeker femme on her way who works with this kind of subject superbly. She would be able to act the hostess while, at the same time, not groveling to whosoever we are hosting."

Ah, now his shudder made sense. The two of them did not always get along. However, I did agree with the mech. That particular femme would be perfect for the position…provided that she proves herself loyal still. And who knows? Perhaps with the improvement we all went through on Earth, those two would be able to tolerate each other more than before. "I agree, Starscream. Upon Slipstream's arrival, I will see if she will make as good of a fit for that position as she once did. From what I remember, she was training to do just that on Vos before the bombs went off."

"She will be pleased to do that sort of work again, Lord Megatron." He then motioned away. "If you would excuse me, I have some training with my trine to get done."

"Very well Starscream. Report your findings to me if you do discover something." He nodded at my added order before he moved away from me.

Once he was out of sight, I shook my helm before moving toward the landing bay. Between inspecting certain arrivals, like Scorponok's, I needed to prepare. Not only did I need to prepare for the coming solars as more and more arrived on Pyrovar to call it home, but I needed to prepare for her eventual arrival. Michael and I were guessing she could arrive anywhere between thirty and sixty solars from her departure of Cybertron. So, she could be here within the next fourteen solars if she was to be on the earlier side of things.

I needed this to go well. And not only that, I wanted to do this properly. And publicly though I knew she wouldn't appreciate that as much. However, I had promised those who followed me at the beginning of the war that I would one solar find a bot to call my bondmate and give them a true line heir. It would not be easy to do so, even with a bondmate, but we would try. If she would have me, of course. That was what all of this would hinge on. I would be putting my intentions to her out so the entire faction would be able to witness should they choose. And, I hoped that she would accept.

Once I was done talking to Scorponok, I would find an armor mod dealer. The armor mod I planned to present to Pandimala would be one of a kind and special to her. I would make sure that I had everything ready. Everything needed to be ready. First, she would see the planet, and see how well we were hopefully doing.

While I continued to feel worried about how she would react to what we had accomplished, I knew deep down that she would be more than appreciative. A smile ghosted my faceplate as I remembered our date to the Harbinger. The joy I had felt from her was incredible and we didn't even have a connection at that point. What we were doing here would hopefully bring that same joy to her faceplate.

And hopefully so would my question to her.

Pandimala's 1st P.O.V.

This anxiety was going to offline me. So far, I was halfway through my flight home and there had not been any problems. None. Not even when I had to stop on Antilla. For being a planet with heavy Autobot influence, they were really helpful to me. Once I had restocked, they had even warned me that the route I had been on, the one that would have been a direct shot to Pyrovar, was going to take longer due to a bad solar storm that had popped up. They had then pointed me onto this route.

While this route was taking longer than I had originally planned, I would miss the solar storm and I would be able to stop down on more neutral planets. More specifically, this area of the solar system was heavily influenced by the Galactic Alliance. While the others hadn't gone into much of the Alliance's history with me, I did know that they would be welcome to me as long as I didn't cause trouble for them.

Back to my anxiety though, I was worried that I hadn't had any major hiccups outside of that solar storm popping up. I was never this lucky. Something was bound to happen, and the longer it took to happen, the worse I was afraid it was going to be. I couldn't afford to waste any more time. I needed to return to my Lord.

Lord Megatron was waiting for me, and any delay in my time was longer he would have to wait for me. I didn't like to be an inconvenience to my Lord. I needed to return home. I needed to. And quickly at that. I just had to hope that whatever my luck decided to dish out, it would not delay me anymore. My plans could not be delayed any further. They couldn't!

With the detour I was flying, I was bound to make a landing on Pyrovar forty solars from when I left Cybertron. I did not want to make my Lord wait any longer than that for my return! I would not!

Letting out a quick vent, so the cold of space didn't enter my systems too much, I continued to fly forward. From my energon readings, I would make it to Tau-Ursa before I needed to land for a refuel and recharge. After that, I planned to fly on to Devola for my next stop. While I technically didn't need the stop in Devola, I didn't want to arrive on Pyrovar and immediately have to rest and refuel. With the stop on Devola, I would make it to Pyrovar with about half a tank of energon left in me. That should get me through whatever my Lord may need of me.

Pyrovar. Home. I couldn't wait.

By the time I got there, I was sure that there would be plenty of new Decepticons there for me to meet. I knew that, with my time on Earth, I had only met a small fraction of the Decepticons that followed Lord Megatron. When I finally returned, I would meet them all. I would find out so much about them. I wanted to know it all. There would be so many new stories to listen to, and new bots to meet.

I felt a shiver run through my chassis in excitement. I would be able to meet bots who were just as loyal to my Lord as I was. From the information I had in my past life, I knew of Strika, Lugnut, and the DJD. Truly loyal bots all of them. Strika was a fearsome strategist in most literature that I had read that could give Shockwave a run for his credits. Just a chance to meet her would be perfect.

Then, to be able to meet a mech who was straight and to the point as Lugnut's information told me he would be…I found myself excited to meet him too. No frivolity or nonsense, just loyalty for our Lord. Plus, the training he could help me with would be immeasurable. Just the thought of all the new things I could learn sent more shivers through my chassis. That would be exciting!

And then there was the DJD. They were some of the most loyal bots to Lord Megatron and to finally meet them would be a dream. I remembered when I first heard about them when I was younger. They scared me, of course. I couldn't think of anybody who wasn't at least a little unnerved by them at the first meeting. They were ruthless in their actions in almost every story I read. However, I had learned enough being in my new home dimension to know that not everybot was like how I knew them. Starscream was a prime example of that. One I was really curious about was Vos. Was he still an Autobot spy or was he truly a Decepticon through and through? I would have to find out once I met the mech…and I would meet him.

A ping from my systems drew my attention back to my front and I found myself staring at the giant planet before me. Vestium Major. At least three times the size of Earth, it was surprisingly similar in color. More green showed through the planet's surface than blue, but it was still there. It made miss Earth for a click. The planet that had been my home, in my dimension, for nineteen stellars of my existence. I didn't even realize, with the stress I was feeling during my first solars, that I had my birthday pass. So, I am now twenty. I would be turning twenty-one stellars on Pyrovar if my internal calendar was lining my timing up just right.

The sound of an engine next to me caused me to turn to see two seeker class bots in alt mode on either side of me. What the frag was going on? What did I miss? I also noticed that there was a ship above me that would fit several bots comfortably.

"Uknown vessel, this is Vestium Major Patrol Ship Delta Ray. You have flown into Vestium Major space. Respond to comms or you shall be treated as a hostile threat." A voice suddenly came from a speaker system from the ship that was above me.

Oh slag! My comms were shot outside of my private messages. I needed to make sure that they knew that. So, I hopped onto my private comms before moving the messages to the general comm frequency as Lockdown showed me. "Vestium Major comm line, this is Pandimala, the unknown vessel that Vestium Major Patrol Ship Delta Ray is trying to communicate with. My comms are damaged outside of my private comms. I am not hostile. Please send instructions on how I should proceed." Frag, I hadn't realized that I had gotten so close to Vestium Major. I blamed that the planet reminded me so much of Earth. From the size of the ship that was in front of us, this was a planet primarily made up of children of Primus. So, they should know to check their general message system.

After a few clicks, the main ship came back on its speaker. "Unknown vessel, you are in Vestium Major space. Respond to comms or you will be treated as hostile and we will take actions to take you down."

These slaggers! Weren't they looking at the general private comm messages? "Vestium Major comm line, this is the unknown vessel you are trying to communicate with! My comms are damaged outside of private comms. Please stand down and send directions on how to proceed with landing." I figured I was going to have to land on the planet now, despite my wishes to keep moving. Slag, this was another delay that was going to keep me from my Lord!

When the two seekers who were flanking me moved away from me, I felt my spark quicken. This was not good! If they were pulling their troops away from me, I was going to have to land, and quickly. I couldn't transform out here due to my exposure to space. I could tear my circuits apart if I wasn't in the atmosphere because of how long I was out here in the freezing temperatures of space. Two cycles, sure I could transform. But, it had been about ten solars since I had last landed on a planet. It was at times like this that I was not appreciative of the enlarged energon tank I got from Unicron's upgrade. That, and my increased stamina made it so I didn't have to refuel nearly as often, and I didn't burn through my energon as quickly.

But, like now, the odds of my being stuck in one mode because of that were higher.

Frag.

When the two seekers started to fire on me, instincts kicked in and I put more power behind my thrusters. I wasn't able to dodge them all, but I avoided the brunt of the damage. Slag it! As I continued to try and contact the ground comms on Vestium Major, I continued to fly around the seekers, dodging most of their fire. Thank the Allspark that Starscream, Skywarp, and Thundercracker were insistent on maneuverability training. If I kept the two seekers in my sights, I would be able to make my way to landing.

Searing pain enveloped my right wing as a large shot grazed across it. As my telemetry started to fail and I fell toward the planet, I realized I forgot to keep an optic on the patrol ship. Slag it! Slag this all! Not only was I in free fall, in pain, and still being shot at by those two seekers, but I could feel the heat from this planet's atmosphere burning against my chassis. Slag, I was entering at the wrong angle! It was hard to hold back the screams of pain that wanted to erupt from my vocals as what felt like a missile slammed into my chassis.

As I continued to fall, my chassis was diagnosing my new damage. What I got back from the report caused my spark to freeze. That latest strike had disabled my t-cog! Slag it! I would have to reroute almost all power to it if I wanted to avoid extensive damage when I landed. Vaguely, as I fought against the pain that my wing sensors were practically screaming at me, I felt the presence of the two seekers move away from me again. What was going on?

When I focused my sensors in front of me, I realized what might be happening. Below me, I could sense a lot of movement. Had to be some sort of city or town. They couldn't risk me crashing and causing possible injuries or offlinings. That meant that they were most likely going to use some sort of air defense to take me out. Looking around the best I could, I saw something that matched that description being aimed toward me.

No! If that hit me, then it would offline me. I would not go out like this! Not like this! Not after fighting against the whims of two gods and surviving! Sensing a large body of water to my north, I realized I could safely crash there. But, I had to act now. Moving some of my power into my thrusters, I forced a burst of propulsion just as the system fired. a yell escaped my vocals this time as it ripped across both of my wings.

While I could feel the pain ripping through my flight systems, I knew that my work wasn't done. With the little focus that I had left, I rerouted all of my power to my t-cog. I needed to transform or the impact would do a lot more damage to me than if I was in my jet mode. Just because I had to do it, didn't mean that it was going to stop the pain.

A cry of pain escaped my vocals as my chassis transformed. Each seam felt as if it was tearing me to shreds. Instead of the nano that it took to change, the pain made it feel like an eternity. My cry turned into screams as my transformed chassis slammed into the ground. As pebbles and sticks jammed their way into my wounds and seams, I felt like this pain would never end. Finally, though, my chassis slid one last time before coming to a stop. For a few nanos, I laid with my optics offline, pain radiating from my chassis. The only thing I could think of was that I would have to keep Lord Megatron waiting even longer.

The sound of vehicles, both airborne and ground-based, stopping and shifting metal told me that these were children of Primus. A wave of anger pulsed through my systems at that thought. Why hadn't they checked the general message system? The pain felt numb as I slowly picked myself off the ground. I could almost hear their vents silence as I rose to face them. My sight, which was damaged, couldn't count exactly how many there were.

We stood there, facing each other, for a few clicks before a wave of pain washed over my systems. If I was going to say anything, I had best do it now. So, as my vision started to darken at the corner of my optics, I pointedly glared at the seeker at the front of the group before speaking.

"Next time, check the general comm frequency. Fragging glitches."

Exhaustion and pain washed over me once more before I started to fall forward and my vision went dark.

Authoress: *evil laugh*

Pandimala: *angry* Frag you Authoress! Why am I half offline...again?! Can't you go one story without trying to offline me?

Authoress: *immediately* No.

Pandimala: *growls*

AN: And that is the prologue! I hope you all enjoyed how this story has begun. Megatron's point of view will be the last time we check in on Pyrovar for a while. For the foreseeable future, we will be focusing on Pandimala's adventures on Vestium Major. She is one very grumpy femme about getting shot down, and they will be reminded of this during her stay...and afterward too. Of course, Pandimala is going to be learning a few things as well as getting in some messes along the way (because it is Pandimala).

Well, here are the next chapters!

Chapter 1: Recovery

Chapter 2: Far From Home

Chapter 3:...(find out next time)

Again, I hope you all enjoyed it! Please leave a review or say hi! I'm not sure when the next update is going to be but it should be interesting when it does come out. I do appreciate it! Well, until next time, TTYL! *doing half awesome at Rainbow Six Siege*