(Just a note! He doesn't lose his servo in this fanfiction ;) Cause I'm nice!)

~(Y/D)'s POV~

         "Where's Smokescreen and Ultra Magnus?" I asked as we neared Dreadwing.

         "They had gone to scout the planet," Dreadwing stated, though his attention was elsewhere as several vehicons decided that the right was there left, and one fell off the edge of the scaffolding that held the building up.

         "May I?" I asked politely, and Dreadwing nodded, backing away as I took charge in his place, "You nin-com-poops! That can't even go there! Look at the shape, you need a flatter piece! If you want to help repair then go find Bulkhead!"

They all nodded, and went to find the big mech. He wasn't hard to miss.

         "You certainly have a talent," Dreadwing chuckled.

         "Which is odd considering my family line," I shrugged, "Any news from Prime yet? I suspect he left with Wheeljack already."

The areal fighter nodded.

         "Left while you were with Knockout, Smokescreen and the Vehicons... what did you find?"

Knockout placed a servo on my shoulder, sending me a worried gaze. I wouldn't tell Dreadwing, it would make him angry at his own acts as a Decepticon, and I didn't need more of the team to feel guilty for something they now see as wrong when they felt otherwise at the time.

         "Just... more wreckage," was my answer, and I wasn't exactly lying, I just wasn't giving the whole truth.

         "Well, at least you guys were safe." he said, and I smiled.

     We moved on to see what the others were doing, and to maybe hear news of Predaking. I want to find him. We parted on such bad terms... I want to say sorry, though I know Knockout would argue that I don't need to. I still feel the need to apologize. We made it to Bee and the others, Bulkhead going off with the vehicons at that moment. I smiled, and they all smiled back, Soundwave being among them, so he brought up a smiley face to show his joy in seeing me and Knockout.

         "Hey guys," I greeted, "What's the plan?"

         "Well," Arcee began, "Bulkhead's gone to start rebuilding a place for all of us to stay... that's NOT the Nemesis," she added, making Raf giggle as he picked up Ravage, and Lazerbeak landed on his helm, "The rest of the vehicons will be let out here soon and brought into your neutral ranks. We spoke to Ultra Magnus, and he has agreed to let them go as long as they stay under Autobot supervision."

         "What's wrong with Neutral supervision?" I huffed, that mech just can't give me a break can he?

         "We didn't say this," Bee snickered, "But he says you're unreliable as a faction."

         "Matter of fact he said you weren't a faction at all," Rafael said as Ravage wrestled himself out of his grip and took off, making the mechling chase after him, Lazerbeak hovering just behind.

         "He can get fragged for all I care," I huffed, "He's planned on holding my friends prisoner while many of them roam free on their home planet, I was going to get them out anyway."

         "And how did you plan on doing that?" Arcee laughed, knowing Ultra Magnus would have thrown a fit.

         "I have as much clearance as Soundwave on that vessel, I can lock all you guys in there with no trouble, and no escape." I shrugged, "Take a guess."

Knockout chuckled behind me as I felt his arm snake around my waist, him being on one side while his servo held the other. They all knew my threat would be held out if anything were to happen to those of the neutral ranks, by there servos anyway.

     We talked for a time, Knockout later leaving me to go and convert the Decepticons to neutrals with the simple change of the insignia they bare. I stayed, soon going on a small adventure with Raf. Lazerbeak had gone back to Soundwave, and Ravage was plodding along side the both of us as we went to explore an abandoned building. I had one of the vehicons inspect it already, so I knew there would be nothing to dangerous, or scarring, for Raf to find. I stepped over a large hole, and picked him up since he was to small to step over it yet. He thanks me with a smile as our adventure continued.

         "Are you happy now?" Raf asked, quite unexpectedly.

         "Of course I'm happy," I chuckled, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He simply shrugged, and we continued further into the building, finding a few working, though cracked, datapads. He found a weird looking knife, which I dubbed as experimental, which was proven when he forced it forward, and a small beam of energy came from the yellow strand and through the tip, making the wall just ahead of him black with the sudden energy blast.

         "Whoa..."

         "You want to take it home?" I asked, and he nodded, attention still on the weapon that was now his. Bumblebee will most likely question me, but hey, he can't say anything, this is my son, not his.

     We traveled back, datapads and servo, Raf holding his weapon tightly to his side as he jumped over spare debris. When we made it back, I was quite surprised at what graced my optics.

         "Ratchet!" Raf hollered as he ran, dropping the cache of things we had found, including the experimental weapon, which I quickly grabbed before it could go off, "What are you doing here?"

         "Ultra Magnus and Smokescreen were attacked," he stated firmly, looking to me, almost glaring.

         "What? Am I a suspect or something?"

         "I wish," Smokescreen came out from a building, "And I don't mean that in the bad way..."

         "How could you NOT mean that in a bad way?" I all but shrieked.

Knockout came out from the slightly rusted building, and spoke to Ratchet lowly, sending him inside before turning to me.

         "Predacons attacked them," he stated, putting a servo to my shoulder plate, "He didn't mean it in the way you think."

         "Predacons?" I breathed.

     We all gathered, neutrals and Autobots alike, only one vehicon, and one seeker drone to be present to relay the message to the others so they would know as well afterward. I noted that Smokescreen was slightly down, and sent him a small smile, earning a beaten one in return, he probably slightly blames himself for this, the poor rookie.

         "Our best bet is to find Predaking," Bumblebee proposed.

         "Are you out of your mind?!" Arcee huffed, "He would rip us into scrap metal before we even explained why we were hunting him!"

         "Not hunting," Bee explained, "searching. If anyone knows of these knew Predacons, it's him."

         "Well I'm going," Smokescreen announced, "If we find those two afts-"

         "Smokescreen!" I scolded, putting servos over Raf's audio, earning a small whine from him as he batted my servos away.

         "I'm not THAT young!"

The group chuckled, even Soundwave as his shoulders bobbed in his slight laughter.

         "Anyway," I sighed, "If there's more Predacons, then I agree with Bumblebee."

         "Should we get your father into this?" Knockout asked, and I thought for a moment before I began to nod, but Smokescreen interrupted.

         "What can her father do to help?" he huffed, "Last I remember she was HUMAN before all of this went down."

Knockout and I shared a knowing smile, and I sent a glare to Smokescreen.

         "There's more to me than meets the eye, Smokescreen," I smirked, "And I'm pretty good at hiding secrets, I guess I get that from my Sire... but how are we going to contact him?" I asked Knockout, "I'm not leaving you guys to fend for yourselves."

         "You know a bond between a creator and their creation is pretty strong, but I think I can contact him some other way if I can't get ahold of said creation." he looked to me from the corner of his optic, and I realized what he meant.

         "But... I haven't seen Roman since... you didn't."

         "I did."

         "Did what?" Arcee questioned, obviously tired of our banter.

         "Knockout sent my brother with Shockwave."

         "HE WHAT?!" 

With a chorus like that, they should all be in a choir. Yeesh.