"So the great Prime comes to me on his knees," the war lord chuckled, a raspy, black as oil sounding chuckle that only brought glares from the Autobots, all on their kneeplates, forced to wear stasis cuffs, "The loss of my daughter on your side has weakened you to the point of crumbling, how disappointing, Optimus."

         "(Y/D) is not your daughter," Optimus stated, his metal brow furrowed, "She is nothing like what you've become."

         "Now that's where you're wrong," Megatron grabbed hold of Optimus by his helm, the Prime holding back his grunts of pain as he was brought up to face the tyrant everyone knew well, "She is more like me than any of you want to admit!"

         "LORD MEGATRON!" Starscream called, stumbling as he ran to the group being tripped by Arcee, who now had several cannons aimed at her. The seeker scrambled back up to be standing, sending a glare to the warrior, then turned his attention back to his urgent task.

         "What now?" Megatron questioned harshly.

         "Someone else has breached our walls!"

This peaked the war monger's curiosity. He counted the Autobots. All were there save for one grounder, but he was offlined, Soundwave had shown his vitals go out himself. Looking to said silent 'Con, the masked mech was already searching through the video feed all over Darkmount, until two flyers flew past his visor, and he kept track of them.

         "Is it (Y/D)?" Megatron growled.

         "~To fast~ To tell~" Soundwave answered.

         "Since when did Autobots acquire flyers?" Shockwave questioned as he came beside the three.

         "Set drones near the exit!" Megatron demanded, and was listened to as several vehicons aimed, anticipating the arrival of the two.

         "Who are they?" Starscream demanded of Soundwave, to which the mech answered 'undefined', "how can they be undefined?!"

         "Perhaps they're not Cybertronian," Shockwave offered an explanation.

     The door to the open throne room burst open, sending vehicons all over the floor, some offlined, others struggling, most dazed at the sudden explosion.

         "Think again Professor," (Y/D) transformed, and landed just before the singed door, being followed by an unknown arial bot, who flipped before landing. Those in cuffs gasped as they saw the changed rookie.

Smokescreen's doors had been replaced with wings that angled downward, much like Dreadwing's or Skyquakes, with a secondary pair that stuck out like Buzz Lightyear's from 'Toy Story'. He smirked as (Y/D) came up beside him.

         "You should be long gone," Megatron spat.

         "A creator shouldn't bury their creation, sire," she glared, and then held up the remains of the once orange orb, "Only for emergencies, right professor?" She let the clear pieces drop, and Shockwave made no move, as silent as Soundwave. In truth, he was overjoyed to see her online, having feared the worst. He was also proud that she had thought to take the orb so early in her life, but he knew this could not show through, so did nothing.

     Soundwave took steady aim at the two, both going into a defensive stance.

         "You get the others," the femme ordered Smokescreen, who nodded, charging through the oncoming fray to the Autobots, while (Y/D) kept most of them distracted. She was confronted by Starscream.

         "You know, you were one of the few I liked," he admitted, attacking the barely exposed protoform on her midsection.

         "Only because I didn't beat you half the time, and made you feel like you were worth something to the Decepticons."

         "I AM WORTH SOMETHING TO THIS FACTION!" The seeker screamed, firing a missile at the femme, but she easily redirected it at him with a small groundbridge, hitting the lanky mech. As Starscream fell so did the stasis cuffs of Optimus Prime, who bolted from his place to connect his fist with Megatron's faceplate. He hit him square in the jaw.

     The war lord growled as he stumbled, sending a withering glare to the Prime.

         "Soundwave, deal with (Y/D) for me." He ordered, and the silent 'Con nodded as his attention turned to the femme he was just ordered to eradicate. She was fighting against a large number of vehicons, Smokescreen just beside her as they watched the closing circle.

         "Scrap," the grounder-turned-flier cursed, "We're surrounded."

         "Good, that means we can attack in all directions!"

         "You are way to optimistic."

(Y/D) only chuckled as she shot the helm of a vehicon, but it was only replaced by another as more came from the lower levels of Darkmount. The mech and femme came back to back, looking to each other, Smokescreen worried, (Y/D) cocky.

         "Ruckus, eject!"

From behind her armor came the pop of an ejecting symbiote, and Ruckus was revealed to be a mini-con with a quick step as he laughed, giving off a strange light blue hue of a glow as his translucent wings allowed him to hover. Ruckus turned his tiny head to (Y/D). He resembled a human, just metal, and had no facial features.

         "Instant kill, or let them suffer?" he cackled, voice sounding robotic, like vibrating slips of steel.

         "Instant kill," his creator smiled, "No survivors."

With another short, maniacal laugh, the little symbiote left nothing but a streak of light in his path as each drone went down with an agonizing scream, a hole running straight through their sparks.

Smokescreen's jaw went slack as the psychopathic fairy came back into view.

         "All done!" he informed, and went back behind (Y/D)'s armor.

         "Fragging, psychopathic mini-con." he breathed.

         "My Ruckus," (Y/D) smiled, "If we're lucky I won't have to call-"

     She was interrupted by the sudden appearence of Soundwave as he tried to knock into Smokescreen to make the both of them fall, but she was a second ahead, and her uncle was only successful in hitting her in her side. She took many steps back as her and Smokescreen noted to pay more attention to their surroundings. Soundwave pointed at (Y/D).

         "I'm sorry," she shook her helm, "I'm not coming back. Please Soundwave, you have to believe me when I say that Megatron is lying to you!"

This plead only received a steady aim at her helm, and the Decepticon heir sighed.

         "Then so be it, NOW ARCEE!"

Soundwave turned, only to find no one there, and he was forced to the ground as both (Y/D) and Smokescreen jumped him.

         "How'd you know he'd fall for that?" Smokescreen asked as he placed stasis cuffs on the 'Con.

         "I didn't," the femme answered truthfully, and both got off of the struggling TIC, "Sorry uncle, I wish it wasn't this way..."

Soundwave sat himself up, his servos clasped behind him, visor blank and emotionless.

Grub came from in between his armor, having been released before the fight. The Decepticon found that he could no longer use his tendrils to unlock the binds that held him. The tiny symbiote had disabled them without his knowledge.

         "I took precautions," (Y/D) explained, her uncle nodding, proud of her, and fairly beaten.

     The rookie and the Decepticon heir transitioned their attention to Optimus, still fighting the warmonger, who was trying to fight his way to his own daughter. He threw the Prime into his throne, the heavy seat being crushed under his weight. Pieces were scattered all over the ground, making vehicons and Autobots stumble, the enemy creating a barricade to prevent the small team from reaching their leader.

Megatron grabbed hold of Optimus' neck cables, raising the Autobot leader high into the air.

         "Let. Go. Of. Papa." (Y/D) growled, her canon carefully aimed at her sire's helm.

         "You disappoint me, (Y/D)," Megatron turned to face her, Optimus being thrown to the ground, a pede pinning him to the floor of the open throne room, "You had so much promise."

         "And I promise you, that you won't be disappointed in my aim. Step away from Papa-Prime."

Megatron only smirked as he applied more of his weight onto Optimus' chassis, making the already cracked windows begin to shatter and spider-web their way to irreparable.

         "You asked for it," the femme growled, "NOW SMOKESCREEN!"

         "You won't trick me like you did your uncle," Megatron chuckled.

         "Who said it was a trick?"

Megatron looked behind him, but was to late. Smokescreen flew full charge into the behemoth, sending him stumbling towards (Y/D). The smirking femme ran at her sire, jumping to transform and crashing into him, sending the war lord back to Smokescreen.

         "Up for a game of Lob Ball?" (Y/D) cackled as she hit Megatron again once Smokescreen had taken his turn.

         "Thought you'd never ask!"

Growing increasingly angry, Megatron fought back, but his punches were easily dodged by the limber pair, and they continued to toss him this way and that. This continued until he tripped over an offlined vehicon, and fell with a mighty BOOM to the ground.

     By now the Autobots had won their battle, the rest of the Decepticons retreating on Starscream's command, leaving Megatron in the dust, but he could take care of himself. The overpowered mech lifted himself up with a snarl and lunged at his daughter with his sharpened digits, but she dodged, being just a few seconds faster.

         "Come at me," she taunted him, dodging another blow as Smokescreen went to help the injured back down to their own ship.

         "(Y/D) I ORDERED YOU NOT TO ENGAGE!" Optimus reminded her. The femme ignored him though, taking a shot at her angered sire.

         "You've grown weak, Megatron," she taunted, blocking his blade with her own.

         "And you've grown soft, daughter."

He threw her back, his hier's pedes screeching across the metal as she tried to stop herself, but was to late in doing so. (Y/D) looked up from trying to keep her balance, only to be knocked down by a transformed Megatron, much like Smokescreen had done the first time he was hit. Transforming back mid-air, Megatron let gravity take hold, and his giant pede landed on (Y/D)'s chassis, making her wince from the pain.

         "You were once a great warrior," he sighed.

         "Well, now I'm a smart one," twisting her lower half, (Y/D) managed to trip her sire, dislocating his hip joint in the process with a loud SNAP, and the agonized cry of the war lord from the unexpected pain.

         "Carrier always said to think smarter, not harder."

Getting up before Megatron could recover the pained femme ran to the edge of Darkmount. She jumped with her sire's last words swimming in her processor.

         "YOU COWARD!"

But she knew that Darkmount was falling, and that it wouldn't do her any good to stay.