"You..."

         "(Y/D) I know what it looks like but please, listen to me."

Smokescreen held her back, though it didn't take much effort as she simply stared at the changed war lord. Like Smokescreen he was transformed into something different, though this was far from a change in vehicle mode. The femme felt her optics leak, yearning for her Sire, but he wasn't there. Instead Unicron stood in his place.

         "He's..."

         "That's not your Sire," Smokescreen promised, "Unicron took over his body, he's basically a puppet," He turned her around, staring into two blank optics, their luster gone as if forced into a trance, "Unicron is the enemy, okay? Unicron equals enemy!"

         "Unicron..." (Y/D)'s optics drooped down as she winced, the painful jab in her spark worse now that the demon was so close. She had followed a signal Soundwave had given to her, in her trust she was mislead, as he knew would happen. He still wanted her back as a Decepticon, even after the war had ended. This is what led to her knowing of Ratchet and Knockout's device to dampen her system's abilities passed down by her Carrier, Echoblast. Needless to say, (Y/D)'s anger was momentarily justified.

         "We need to get out of here..." 

Smokescreen could only agree with himself as Crossfire hissed at the sudden surge of power, the ground cracking ahead of them as they watched the plates of Cybertron shake. Shockwave marveled at the pure dark energy, only to become uncertain as a fossilized talon began to shake, a chain reaction throughout the whole bone yard.

         "By the All Spark..."

     One by one, two by two, metal beasts of war and destruction came forth from the ground, tearing Cybertron apart, released from their prison of death, only to be chained as a slave to the demon of a living death. Megatron's laughter was maniacal as he watched his mighty legion rise... 

         "That's not Sire..." (Y/D) growled, slowly getting up from their hiding place behind Predaking's previous perch, "and those are no Predacons."

She jumped, transforming before making a round above the bone yard, being followed by Smokescreen as he warned her about being seen.

         "Are you nuts? He'll kill you! They're going to follow us... we need to lead them away!"

         "Shut it Smokey," (Y/D) demanded, "He's not going to follow us, we can't do anything. His target is far bigger..."

     When they made it the symbiotes had already announced Unicron's plan, and the Nemesis was already in motion. (Y/D) made her landing on the deck, making a short groundbridge to the control room, current mech companion two pedesteps behind.

         "Warm all cannons, make sure our shield is at full capacity. Mune I want you to keep a constant watch on Soundwave, he can't do anything to us but he can tamper with material objects. Where's Ratchet?"

         "With Ultra Magnus in the medical bay," Arcee informed.

         "Tell him to strap him down, this may get bumpy," the femme slipped through the encrypted firewalls Soundwave attempted to place on the computers, watching as the horde came closer to their already fixed location, "Order any vehicons to be on standby if they're willing to fight, if not, we're on our own femmes and gentlemechs."

Bumblebee smiled as (Y/D) took control. He wouldn't have been able to know what to do upon entrance, that's for sure. 

         "(Y/D), what about me?" Smokescreen questioned, wanting to help, even if it was just to rally what vehicons wanted to fight.

         "Excelsior is helping Mune keep Soundwave at bay, I need you to be my anchor," she told him, optics never leaving the monitor screen, "I'm ordering your team like soldiers, they're mere pawns in my processor. Keep me balanced," she finally looked to him with pleading optics, "keep me sane..."

Smokescreen nodded with a smile of assurance, placing a gentle servo on her shoulder plating, before they both looked back to the now beeping monitor.

         "They've breached the 20 mile perimeter, we need to-"

     But the order was to late as the flying fortress came tumbling down after being hit. (Y/D) held tightly to Smokescreen's wing as the once even floor caved in beneath them, the new flier painfully aware of the similarities of this situation and Darkmount... He felt something tear in his wing, giving out a pained cry as the sensitive pieces separated in an agonizingly slow rate, but (Y/D) kept a strong hold. She only let out a slow vent once the movement had stopped, and the ship was down. They didn't even get a single shot in.

         "Oh no..." 

         "What is it Arcee?" Bumblebee looked to the warrior.

         "Unicron won over Predaking."

Everyone looked through the shattered window, watching as the first of the Predacons landed, standing next to Unicron and his steed. The demon roared his boast as he laughed.

         "What futile attempts to thwart me! Your rebellion against my rule will be crushed! A being of light cannot exist where darkness reigns."

The dark husks behind him roared, beginning their advance toward the Well of Sparks, and this measly team was all there was to defend it. 

The group looked to each other, then to (Y/D), who merely smirked, 

         "I always wanted a fair fight," she grinned, optics crazed, and expression only being described as bloodthirsty.

     She was first to attack, followed by everyone else as they used what relics there were to aid them, the first to fall was Predaking. Smokescreen, having lost his ability to fly for the time being, took great joy in using his phase shifter again. He acted as (Y/D)'s wing-mech as she went on her enraged rampage, a berserker who cared nothing for her victim. But Unicron grew tired of their games, soon extending a servo to order the final blow to Primus' core.

         "Keep the terrorcons back!" Bumblebee called, but the Autobots were to few, and the previous Predacons had been destroyed by the mighty Predaking beforehand. There would be no saving grace this time.

         "Smokescreen," (Y/D) stopped their battle as she pulled him to the side, "This isn't going to work-"

         "It has to!" he declared, activating the Phase Shifter before an undead Predacon ripped through the both of them, "We just need to hold them off long enough for Optimus to arrive! He can fix this!"

         "A Prime can't fix everything, Smoke," the Decepticon heir stated harshly, "If he could he would have brought my Carrier back!" The rookie frowned, seeing his error, "but sometimes it takes someone less then a Prime to fix things."

The silver femme reached into her subspace, a third one located at her side, bringing out a small vial, the purple glow of dark energon lighting her faceplate. It was almost empty.

         "Wait-"

         "I used most of it to power that relic," she told him, "I'm going to use the rest to bring back my Sire."

         "Wha- wait, no! We'll figure something out! It's no to late to-"

He was silenced by a soft, first kiss.

         "It is."

Before Smokescreen could protest, (Y/D) had bridged herself over the wide mouth of the Well, plunging past the undead horde before transforming, taking her place at the very heart of Cybertron. Landing on a metal beam, she looked to the vial in her servo, taking a deep breath in before glaring at the consequence of her Sire's path. Her spark chamber opened, and the contents were emptied, the bonds to her symbiotes cut off.

     Up above, Unicron paused, chuckling as he felt the tug of a new bond, a dark bond.

         "A princess of darkness," he mused, "My own daughter."

         'No!'  Megatron cried from within, but his begs for mercy on his only heir were unheard as Unicron allowed their new found bond to harden and cement, unknowing of her true intentions. 

(Y/D)'s last words would ring through the whole of Cybertron as she charged her canon past it's capacity, a charge that could decimate an entire army.

         "Cease, desist," she felt the influence of Unicron take hold as her twisted smirk widened, "and die."

     The shot rang out, a chain reaction as the dark sparks of the predacon army were snuffed out one by one by the surge of pure power, the same energy cancelling their lightly burning hues of purple. Unicron fell to his kneeplates as his bond was destroyed, but that wasn't who was in control. Megatron gasped as the only bond he had left was snuffed out. Not only had (Y/D) opened a bond with Unicron, but she had reopened the bond with Megatron as well. A wave of hurt, betrayal and love hitting both of them, before the wave suddenly stopped, and a dead, frozen hole replaced the last of Megatron's family. The pure shock of loss made Unicron retreat. He made others feel loss, no one forced that weight upon him, so he made Megatron bare it all.

     Looking to the group around him, he noted even Starscream's sorrowful gaze. The war lord now saw what his actions forced upon others, and that it caught up with him in the end. Lifting himself back up, Megatron gave no word as he transformed, and disappeared, exiling himself from the planet he wanted to call home again. The planet he destroyed. He never saw the two heroes come back from their space expedition, the spark of Primus safe and sound, but he wouldn't have wanted to have seen Optimus Prime's wall fall as he let gravity take hold, and his knee plates met the metal ground as he stared into the Well, a place that gave new life now a grave.