Bumblebee bridges us back to base. "Hey Optimus can we have a movie night?" Jack asks boss bot who gets a look that tells us he's thinking and after a moment he nods. "After recent events maybe something of the sort is in order." OP replays which in short, means yes. I grab my phone and quickly open the app "Can we have a Toy Story marathon?" Miko glares at me “No way, lets have a Paranormal Activity marathon!” I send Jack and Raf a pleading look “Alright if you want to watch PA raise your hand.” Jack says and Miko begins waving her hand wildly and WheelJack, Ironhide and Bulkhead raise there servos even though Bulk looks hesitant and Jack nods “Okay and Toy Story?” I raise my hand, Raf does and Jazz and my twins raise their servos as well. “Alright Toy Story it is.” Jack says making Miko pout. 

“Shouldn’t the sparklings return to their dwellings to inform their creators?” Ironhide asks Optimus. I haven’t had the time to get to know him or Jazz yet but they seem like cool mechs. “Thats a good idea, we can get our pjs and I can grab the movies and some snacks.” Jack tells Optimus who I can tell agrees “Arecee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead bring the children home and bring them back if their aloud.” Optimus orders the the 3 nod transforming into their alt modes and driving out. I can feel Ratchets apprehension about the situation and some other emotion hes trying to block and not doing a very good job at. 

I get up and walk down the short hall to our berth room ‘What's wrong?’ I ask Ratchet as I grab some pjs and change into them. ‘Nothing’ Ratchet answers and I’m about to bug him about it when my powers come into play and I feel a cybatronion life force coming from my laptop. ‘Fine I’ll take that lie’ I reply before getting my laptop and putting it on the ground. I turn around to grab my panda pillow pet when the sound of someone transforming fills my ears. I back away from my laptop as he transforms into a 2 foot tall ugly deceptacon!!! He grabs knives out of somewhere and throws them at me in a way that tells me he missed on purpose “Come here princess.” he says in a voice that is filled with self hatred and remorse. He tackles my legs when I get up to run “SIDESWIPE!! SUNSTREAKER!!” I scream at the top of my lungs making the ‘con gulp “Scrap.” He whispers as the door opens with a bang and my twins come barreling in  and when they see the con on me their optics darken. After kicking him off me Sunstreaker transforms his hands into his twin blasters and moves in front of me as Sides grabs me and runs out locking the door behind us. 

“Ratchet, Optimus, Jazz, Ironhide deceptacon!!” He bellows as we race into the main room said mechs spin to look at him “Here in the base?!” Ratchet asks grabbing me from the silver twin and I can feel his fear for me through the bond. “A salvage scrap drone by the looks of his model.” Sideswipe growls and I send him a pointed look. “Calm down Sides.” I say quietly which gets their attention “You're talking again? Wait, wheres Sunstreaker?” Ratchet asks changing the subject when he feels my reluctance to answer. “He’s kicking the con into scrap metal.” Sides answers simply making me roll my eyes and I can feel Ratchets annoyance about his cockyness which I return. But I also feel a pang of worry what if the cons find the base?! “Sideswipe, Ratchet you will accompany me to scout out this predicament. Ironhide and Jazz you will remain with Flare.” Optimus orders and Ratchet and Sides go to complain but Ironhide cuts them off “Yes Optimus.” He says gruffly with a british accent? “Yea no one'll get near sho’ry cept doc-bot and de twins.” Jazz adds looking proud of himself making me relax slightly because I can tell he means it. Optimus nods and follows Sides and Ratchet to our berth room. I sit awkwardly and look between the two mechs. “Well sho’ry you're a trouble magnet ain't ya?” Jazz says in a way that makes me feel ashamed, Ironhide seeing this slaps his helm “Ignore Jazz he’s taking one too many hits to the helm.” Ironhide says gruffly but I can tell its nothing personal just how he acts to others. 

“What where you're jobs back on Cybatronion?” I ask hoping to break up a fight before it starts. Jazz’s visor begins to glow at this and I can tell without my powers he was excited “I was what a human would call an athlete but me and a friend of mine, Blastor we were talking ‘bout starting a radio station like here on Earth.” Jazzs says rocking lightly on his pedes making me smile lightly before turning to Ironhide “What about you Ironhide?” I ask quietly hoping not to anger the giant black mech. “Well I was a part time weapons designer for the wreckers, but I taught at the academy.” Jazz snickers and we both ignore him. “I actually taught the terror twins for a while.” He mutters and I can tell he didn’t mean that in a good way. I feel a sense of pride knowing that Ironhide is the top of his class that my twins trained with him. “Any cool war stories?” I ask and he nods and begins to tell me a story where he took on a whole armada of seekers with only some trainees for back-up.

Sunstreakers pov:

I hold the drone against the wall by his neck-cables. Optimus was going to try civilized interrogation but Ratchet and Sides and I talked him out of it. Sideswipes rage mirrors my own and I can tell he wants nothing more than to scrap the drone and be over with it. “Why did you attack her!!” I snarl in his faceplates and he sends me a surprised look “You don’t know?” he asks and Sides growls lowly “Know what you little slagger?!” The con lets out a noise that makes me think he is surprised. 

“It is recorded that before the great war with the predacons the prophet Evening-Star prophet of the primes had a vision sent from Primus himself:

                                                                On a planet like are own, yet not in the same,

                                                                     their is to be born one with gifts beyond imagination,

                                                                       that could bring back Cybatronion should it fall,

                                                                          they are to be blessed the form of a predacon

                                                                             the will find their mates in split-spark twins.

The con stops and our of our intake valves stop for a second and me and Sides look at each other fear flowing through are bond “Slaggit all!!”