Wing Shift

submission dated 6-29-08
author: FireCracker
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
Warnings: None really, at least not here. My Transformers are overall less blocky than the ones in G1, shaped more humanoid but still with plates. Makes for easier sex scenes to imagine. They can also reproduce via the spark principle, among compatible individuals. More on that later. And yeah, they have sex.

SPECIAL NOTE: Cybertronian terms for Parenthood: Pada (parent, non-birthing) Sana (birthing parent).

Skyfire has a major falling out with Optimus Prime. He leaves the autobots and learns his true heritage as decepticon. Starscream awaits, as do many others. (Blitzwing, Astrotrain, minicon Breaker, Thundercracker, Starscream, Skywarp, Octane) H/C,Yaoi


Wing Shift

SPECIAL NOTE: Cybertronian terms for Parenthood: Pada (parent, non-birthing) Sana (birthing parent).


Surprising Revelations

Skyfire stretched to his full height, enjoying the feel of tight muscle cables loosening. There was much work to be done in the lab, so he needed to be as free of tension as possible. Sipping his third energon snack cube, he went into the main work area. Breaker was already busy arranging two molecular models on the large study table. Data disks were stacked neatly in a pile nearby, along with notepads and stylus.

Skyfire noted with some amusement that the minicon gleamed like polished glass. He smiled slightly. "Well, it looks like _someone_ is anxious to get started."

Breaker looked up from his work, visors bright. "Is so. Big Sky ready to start?"

"Definitely. You certainly look flashy today. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you had a hot date for tonight!"

The minicon grinned. "Breaker get polished for Sky. You like?"

"You look lovely as a solar gem. Now how are the models coming along?"

Breaker sat on the table and pointed. "Gerbodym model not complete yet. Have sketch of Isodite version. Waited for input on Nubunium model."

"Good, I wanted to check my notes on those peculiar matrix molecules." Skyfire approached the workstation and sat down. He picked up a datapad and stylus. "By the way, the battlechargers will be coming by before too long to assist with the mixing tanks."

Breaker glanced up briefly from adjusting a model. "Battlechargers work hard when not stupid."

"I agree. The problem is getting them to focus on the task at hand."

"Preoccupied sex."

"Now that's a peculiar statement, coming from _you."_

Breaker puffed with pride. "Is function of _function,_ big Sky. Breaker versatile!"

Skyfire covered his mouth in laughter. "Yes. In any case, let's review what we know about the various molecular stress points-"

"In astrosecond. Discuss other." Breaker pointed. "Will be new pada. Must prepare!"

"What is it I'm supposed to do other than wait?"

"Much work. Not now, fairly later."

"Breaker, be specific or move on. I don't have time for riddles!" Skyfire snapped.

The minicon laughed. "Good deal! Bad temper, impatient. Hardwire clear, true decepticon!"

"Whatever. Anyone can have a temper, it's not exclusive to decepticons."

"Not say so. Have fight with Star, earlier."

Large white fingers tapped a stylus over the desk. "That's none of your buisness, Breaker. Starscream and I resolved our dispute."

A quick beep. "Will advise anyway. More disputes happen. Stress often occur for sana. Emphasize patience, not easy."

Crystal blue optics narrowed. "I can take care of my bondmate. Thank you for advice I _didn't_ ask for."

The stubborn minicon went on as if he hadn't spoken. "Will be frustration, illogic. Mood swings."

"You seem to know an awful lot about this. Care to tell me why?"

Breaker lowered his head a little. "Long story, sad in spots. But have great conclusion!"

"You're trying to tell me something. Don't you know you can trust me?"

The minicon gripped his hand. "Trust Sky. But not safe to tell now. When safe, will tell. Secrets."

Skyfire tilted his head in thought. "You can be quite mysterious at times, Breaker."

"Not get old by being stupid."

Skyfire patted his friend in comfort. "I'm not sure who's more secretive, you or the other triplechangers."

"Have many secrets also."

"I'm not surprised. You tend to build up a history over time. But eventually all secrets come out."

Breaker gave a sly grin. "Only if tell."

"I asked Starscream to question them about sparklings and what to expect. We really don't have any information and are flying blind here."

"Breaker tell. As know, parents instinct sense newborns. You experience."

Skyfire nodded. "That's about the extent of our knowledge."

"Sana sense first, since formation occur inside. Instincts strong from Pada, protect."

The valkyrie jet considered that. "Amazing. I remember overreacting to waking up alone."

"Is normal. Urges primal, come and go."

"Breaker, do I seem crazy to you?"

"Not crazy. Typical. Will worsen until birth."

"I'll try to control myself. I don't want Starscream angry and stressed. You know how he hates feeling crowded."

A beep. "Not matter. Sana emotions all over place. Will anger anyway. Ride out."

"We'll see. At least I have some idea what to expect." optics narrowed again. "I'm still curious as to how you know so much about this."

"You scientist, use logic! In ancient time, sparklings common. Then Quintessons brainwash."

Skyfire glanced at the wall chronometer. "I'd love to discuss this more, but I guess we'd better get back to work."

"Is true." Breaker climbed over massive shoulders. "Will be good parents, _not worry!_ Breaker confident."

"Thanks, Breaker."

"Have everything in favor-"

A swoosh of doors paused the conversation. Runabout and Runamuck entered with a flourish.

Runabout smirked. _"Hey, Skyfire!_ We're here...you couldn't resist, huh?" he dropped to a knee and started posing.

"Let the _ecstasy_ begin." Runamuck flexed his arms, turning in profile.

Skyfire glared in their direction. "It's going to be a _long_ day."

Breaker agreed, peering over massive shoulders. "Battlechargers still dumb."

****

Thundercracker massaged shining purple wings. Skywarp sighed, shivering at the attention as he lay face down in bed.

"That feels _so good,_ Cracker. Your hands are so warm."

"Anything for you, love." Thundercracker rolled his bondmate over. "I have to go on shift now."

"Hmm." Skywarp gave a lazy smile. "I've got another ten breems to go."

Thundercracker leaned down and nuzzled. "I probably won't see you at lunch today. Megatron wants me to scout a solar energy plant up near Alaska. Reflector's going with me."

"Reflector? He's such a geek."

A deep chuckle. "He's not so bad. Poor guy's lonely. Someone needs to hook him up."

Skywarp propped up on an elbow. "Wasn't he talking to one of the stunticons?"

"Yeah, I think DragStrip had some interest. But I'm not sure what happened. I heard they had a bad breakup, and Reflector's been moping since."

Skywarp licked a white nose."Well, _we_ don't have that problem."

Thundercracker smiled. "How are you feeling today?" he rubbed a golden cockpit.

"Much better, thanks to your massage. It seems to help the weird aches I'm getting in my circuits."

"Here." Thundercracker wrapped his bondmate in a thermal blanket. "Keep this on until you leave. I don't want you getting unecessary surges."

Skywarp giggled inside his cocoon. "All right."

Thundercracker sat back, thinking. "On a serious note. There were an awful lot of deceps at the infirmary the other cycle."

"That's not unusal, considering the tempers around here."

"No, but what I mean is, they were there for _the same thing._ I heard that everyone reported symptoms related to excess sparking."

Skywarp stared, optics wide. _"Thundercracker!_ If what you say is true, then this base will be in virtual standby mode indefinitely! There's no way we can maintain operations if everyone is expecting sparklings!"

"I'm not saying everyone is. But what worries me more is why Megatron seems unaware of this."

"Maybe he chooses not to act on what he knows. Or he's awaiting a full report."

The blue seeker shook his head. "Makes no sense. What commander would keep silent about something that would affect the status of his whole base?"

"It does seem...improbable." Skywarp agreed. "But this could work in our favor, Thundercracker. It means we aren't alone in our dilemma. And there's always strength in numbers."

"Yes, but which numbers and what side? We need to find out more from Starscream. Somebody knows _something_ and isn't telling."

Skywarp gave a quick kiss. "Go on, you'll be late. Later on we can meet with Starscream and clear up a few details."

****

Starscream left the dock area after supervising repairs and restock. He made his way to the upper levels where all private quarters were located.

His footsteps sounded loud and hollow over polished floors. _Too_ loud. Keen seeker senses kicked in, giving strange warning.

_Something seems odd here._ Starscream went along at a measured pace, giving no clue of suspicion. He continued to look straight ahead. But there was _something._ His parameter sense was kicking up.

He stopped abruptly. A minute echo of his footsteps was heard.

_Hmm._ moving along more slowly, Starscream tested his theory once more. Again he stopped without warning. This time, a definite echo was heard behind his second step.

A smirk. _So, we're playing games. Good, I've a trick of my own._

Suddenly turning down another corridor, he sped up his pace. Footsteps were clearly heard in his wake. Starscream didn't stop, lurching down a tight access corridor. A corridor with a trap door.

_Now._ he stomped on the door and leaped with great agility, floating up the shaft. Astroseconds later he heard a harmonic, echoing scream and loud crash that faded into distance. Snickering with smug satisfaction, the red seeker hovered to another access panel leading up.

_"Sucker."_

****

Octane entered his private quarters and saw his bondmate resting on the sofa. Sensing something odd about the position Shrapnel lay in he decided to investigate. Edging alongside he gathered up the insecticon and squeezed gently.

/Hey, sweetbot. What's going on?/

"Heeer, hello." Shrapnel rolled over and snuggled. "I was resting, resting."

Octane tickled long antennae. "I can see that. You've been doing a lot of resting lately. Is there something you care to tell me?"

Shrapnel hesitated. "I wasn't surrre. So much is happening on base with rumors, rumors. And I thought you'd be angrry if our lives were complicated now, now."

Octane kissed his faceplate. "As long as we're together, I can handle anything. Now tell me the truth, I can sense if you lie."

The insecticon held his hands. "Weeer expecting a sparkling, sparkling. I told Bombshell and Kickback."

Octane squeezed his mate close again. "Can they keep their mouths shut? Secrecy is a priority right now."

Shrapnel vibrated in his arms. "Of courrse. And therrre is a surprise, surprise. Bombshell confessed to having a sparkling also, also!"

A kiss. "Well, I guess we can build a crib later." expert fingers stroked gently.

"Arrre you pleased, dear Octane? I know thisss is our first sparkling together, together. How will the others take the news?"

"Sparklings always please me, sweetbot. The others will be fine with it, trust me. Once we're all together again they'll gladly help out."

Shrapnel sighed, leaning into his bondmate. "Yess. It is good. Although we might be exiled at that point, point."

"First things first. Are you feeling any weakness or surges?"

"A few, few. But since Megatron doesn't appreciate our usefulness as much, it gives me an opportunity to sleep, sleep."

"Just lie low, then, and gather your strength. I'll provide anything you need." Octane set his bondmate down gently and covered him with warm thermal blankets.

Shrapnel shivered in satisfaction. _"Our own_ sparkling, love! Not like those clone shells I produce, produce. There is no comparison."

Octane tickled his nose. "Of course not. Now go to sleep, I've got places to go and people to see."

Shrapnel rolled himself in the blankets, optics dimming. "Youuu don't have to tell me twice."

****

Starscream relayed his adventure in the corridors to Astrotrain and Blitzwing. The three sat in the triplechangers living room.

"Sounds like we'll definitely have to be careful now." Astrotrain stated. "The word is out on us."

"It's fortunate Soundwave makes a lousy tail." Starscream commented.

"Soundwave is a lousy _piece_ of tail." Blitzwing sniggered. Astrotrain laughed at the joke.

Starscream was amused at the comment. "That being said, it's clear that meeting on base will be more difficult."

"That may be a moot point, Starscream." Blitzwing stated. "Soon enough this base will be on standby alert."

Crimson optics narrowed. "Tell me the list of pregnancies you know of."

As Blitzwing recounted expectant parents, the front door slid open, revealing Octane. He held several sticks in his hands.

"Hello, hello! The resident superstars are _all_ here!"

"What in Cybertron are you yammering about?" an annoyed Astrotrain wanted to know.

The decepticon tanker grinned audio to audio, ramming sticks in everyone's mouth. "Smoke first, Astro. And then I'll tell you the news!"

Starscream pulled the stick from his lips. "Have you gone insane, Octane?"

"Nah, let me grab a seat and I'll tell you." Octane flopped down on the second couch. "Didn't interrupt anything, did I?"

"As a matter of fact you did. Blitzwing was relaying the number of pregnant decepticons to Starscream."

Octane kicked his feet up. "You can add Shrapnel to that list."

Blitzwing laughed out loud. "Well burn my microprocessors!"

Starscream stared in surprise. _"You're_ going to be a new pada?!"

Astrotrain was smug. "Octane's not new, _period."_

Octane squinted an optic and pointed. "Sure you wanna go there, Astro? Don't get me started."

"Ocky, at least _I'm_ not on the list. Sometimes you need to know when to quit."

"That's hysterical coming from _you._ It's probably the only list you've _ever missed!"_

_"Afthole!"_

"We'd celebrate, but it's hard to do and not laugh." Blitzwing sniped.

"Blitzy, it's a miracle you ever had _time_ for the decepticon cause!" Octane exploded into giggles.

Starscream stared back and forth. "What is all this, a family squabble? _"Knock it off!"_

The sulking triplechangers fell silent. Starscream continued.

"Now. It's obvious Megatron has no idea that this has occurred, at least not yet."

"So?" Octane piped up. "There's no advantage in him not knowing. And no reaction of his will change the facts."

"Perhaps not, but his actions will determine the fate of many unborn transformers. I for one don't want my sparklings in his hands. Do you?"

The triplechangers looked at each other. "Explain." Blitzwing finally said.

Starscream lit his stick absently. "There's no way to predict how Megatron will respond once he finds out. The best we can hope for is exile. And at worst...he might destroy the sparklings."

Everyone was silent, considering the possibilities. Octane spoke first, his voice low and dangerous.

"Then he'll sign his own death warrant. Despite his power he isn't infallible!"

Starscream was quiet. "I don't know. My worst fear is if he commands it, a few blind zealots would actually make their babies martyrs."

"Decepticon sacrifice?!" Astrotrain hissed. "We'll put _his_ carcass in a pit first!"

The seeker watched his rage in appreciation. "This is what I wished to see."

"Don't provoke us, Starscream." Blitzwing warned. "Megatron may be the way to most, but not us. Words change, but the war remains the same."

"I meant no offense, Blitzwing. You misunderstood me. I wasn't reading your reaction to a possible command from Megatron."

"See that you don't. There are some things even _we_ can't betray."

Crimson optics narrowed. "If any of you have something to tell me, I suggest you do so. Particularly if it will influence the outcome of the coup."

A moment of silent communication passed between the triplechangers. Optics flashed briefly then dimmed.

"Speak now, or I question your dedication!"

"You can rely on our assistance, Starscream." Astrotrain assured. "For reasons of our own as well as yours."

"A satisfactory answer for now." the seeker seemed to relax. "Another, more personal reason also brings me here."

Blitzwing stared intently. "Your sparklings are healthy and forming well."

"Thank you, but that wasn't my concern. I...had a few questions and you seem the most likely to ask. Questions about sparklings in general."

Blitzwing shrugged. "We'll help where we can. So what do you need to know?"

Starscream took a slow drag on his stick. "What's the average length of gestation?"

"1300 to 2100 breems."

"That's a pretty wide variance."

"A lot depends on the age and condition of the sana. Stress and nutrition affect delivery time also."

"What's the average size of family?"

"I don't follow your question."

"Meaning on average, how many sparklings are considered normal?"

"Two. In ancient times transformers were known to have more on occasion. It became almost moot once the Quintessons contaminated energon supplies with dna enzymes. Cybertronians became less fertile over time, finally unable to conceive altogether. Then the legend of Vector Sigma was rewritten and fed to the masses as fact."

Starscream stared in amazement. "One day we will repay the Quintessons for their deceptions and genocide. But please continue."

"Only those who predated this time knew the truth. But those who went public often disappeared or found themselves in stasis. Then the Quintessons released hypnotic wavelengths throughout Cybertron to make everyone forget our race was once self replicating."

"Five faced fiends." Starscream snarled.

"So Vector Sigma was used, but only by Quintesson law."

"Quintesson law. On _Cybertron?!"_

"It was their version of population control." Octane offered. "They essentially wiped our heritage away with falsehoods. By controlling the population they controlled transfomers regardless of faction. "

Astrotrain picked up the tale. "But one day changed all that. An explosion occured at one of their chemical labs used to dope the population. The earliest factions of decepticons and autobots were rebelling, but not against each other at the time. Only the Quintessons."

"I...knew nothing of this part." Starscream was amazed.

Astrotrain winked. "Young thing. Anyway, a few transformers fitted themselves with hypnotic blockers and found their original memories return. They preached rebellion to all Cybertronians in the streets. The majority of them were shot down by guardians. This was the true genesis of the war, even before the clash over energy reserves and philosophy."

Starscream sat back, stunned. "How is so much not known by me? Granted, I wasn't around then but I knew of the war! And Megatron never mentioned any of this."

Blitzwing responded. "Megatron himself may only know the propaganda, or maybe he doesn't care about the past. In any case, rage was everywhere at that point. Not only were Cybertronians falsely made sterile, their true origins from Primus were concealed and hidden."

"On the surface their lies seem pointless. But there was more to it."

"Far more, Starscream." Octane resumed the tale. "They were sucessful on an alien planet for millions of years because of a carefully crafted plan. The systemic destruction of a culture needs separation, deception and propaganda. And a big dose of false psychology."

"Another plan forms in my mind from this information." Starscream said, optics nearly slits. "When our immediate goal is achieved, I think something may be done with the Quintessons. But one war at a time."

"Well said." Octane approved.

"Back on the sparkling subject. How much mass increase can I expect? My design relies heavily on speed and agility, and I need to know the compromise factor."

Blitzwing chuckled. "You won't look fat, if that's what you're getting at. However, you will notice an overall body thickness."

The seeker huffed impatiently. "Yes, but how much _mass_ will I pick up? What's the average?"

"Most sanas gain anywhere from 20 to 40 percent mass increase-"

"I'm a seeker. I'll be _fat!"_ Starscream screeched in horror, clutching his head.

"It's only temporary, Starscream." Blitzwing soothed. "You'll have two pretty sparklings to play with, afterward."

"Assuming Skyfire wants to come _near_ me by that time! This is terrible news."

Octane smiled knowingly. "He won't care. Trust what we say."

The seeker paused in his hysteria. "I'm quite curious as to how you all know so much about sparklings. Experience?"

"Of course." Octane admitted. "In our time sparklings were the norm for Cybertronians."

"You're not precisely giving an answer, as usual." Starscream noted.

"You didn't ask a specific question, either." Octane responded.

The seeker swore under his vocalizer tones. _"Do triplechangers ever give a straight answer?!"_

"You really shouldn't get upset, Starscream. Stress fluctuates your core temperature." Blitzwing commented.

"I'd be less stressed with troops I can completely trust." the seeker stood to go. "Thank you all for the information. As developments continue, I'll be in touch."

"Say hello to Skyfire for us." Astrotrain teased.

Starscream headed for the door. "I'm certain he'll be tickled."

****

Runabout and Rumamuck moved the mixing tanks to their locations in the lab. They spent a good portion of the cycle hooking up electronic control panels and energy supply lines.

Breaker and Skyfire worked at the study area nearby, mulling over their findings with the 3 dimensional molecular models constructed. The overall scene was one of controlled chaos.

The battlechargers wearily joined them at the table. "Mind if we take a break, Skyfire?" Runabout asked.

"No problem, I was surprised you kept going this long. Have an energon cube." he waved a hand in offering at a pile of cubes.

"Thanks." the battlechargers each grabbed one and drank thirstily.

Meanwhile, Breaker pointed at some sketched notes. "Mixture 6 heat 100 degrees celsius. Mixture 4 heat 211 degrees celsius. Mixture 2-"

"Sounds like a lot of fancy prep work." Runabout interrupted.

"Not fancy. Seems so if dumb." Breaker was annoyed.

_"Hey!"_ the battlecharger poked him. "Who you callin' stupid? It was a legit comment. Besides, Skyfire's smart enough to solve our energy use problem."

"Brains rare here.";

"I oughta stomp your-"

"I appreciate the compliment, but we're in the early phases yet." Skyfire interrupted, halting a potential brawl. "Right now we need a good experimental mixture to pour into mold shells. Those will be the base for the energy conservation disks."

"Who's going to test them?" Rumamuck wanted to know.

"That has yet to be determined. Volunteers are always welcome." blue optics glittered strangely.

The battlecharger shivered. "Think I'll pass, Skyfire. Maybe I've seen too many mad scientist flicks, but the idea of being a test subject creeps me out."

The big jet laughed. "I'm no mad scientist. This plan is in place to help decepticons everywhere."

The brothers glanced at each other. "Not sure what you're getting at." Runabout finally said.

"Don't concern yourselves with that for now." Skyfire tilted his head in observation. "Runamuck, you seem oddly fatigued. Is there a reason?"

The battlecharger appeared uncomfortable, rubbing his head. "Well, I...we've had heavy duty the last few shifts."

Breaker glanced up briefly from reading his notes. "Effect, not cause."

Runabout pointed at the minicon. "Hey, could you keep him quiet, Skyfire? He-"

Breaker giggled. "Secret. Same mess, everyone else."

Skyfire widened optics in understanding. "How very _interesting."_

The minicon made a rocking motion with his arms.

The battlechargers looked mortified. "What's he mean by that?" Runabout blubbered nervously. "We ain't saying anything!"

"You don't have to." Skyfire curved a smile. A large white finger pointed at Runamuck. "You're having a sparkling, aren't you?"

Runamuck gasped, clutching his head. "For Unicron's sake, don't _tell_ anyone, Skyfire. We just found out not too long ago. And if Megatron finds out...I don't want to think about it."

Skyfire sat back and observed him coolly. "If I trade a secret to you, would you reciprocate?"

Runabout leaned forward in conspiracy. "What are you offering?"

"Let's just say a mutual trade of information. For now."

"But...you've already guessed about my sparkling." Runamuck's voice was low.

"I want your loyalty. Now listen. Other decepticons on base are having sparklings."

_"What?!"_ the brothers bellowed, their rough voices echoing everywhere. "Who-"

_"Silence,_ you fools." Skyfire hissed. "As I was saying...the names aren't important right now. Just know that you aren't alone in your situation."

"But how does that help us?" Runabout wanted to know.

"Megatron will have to reconsider use of this base. I won't go into details. Suffice to say the future rides in part on his reaction."

The battlechargers stared hard, optics narrowing. "You're in on it." Runamuck stated quietly.

Skyfire appeared indifferent. "I have no idea what you mean."

"Don't give us that. We've heard rumors around base about factions gearing up against Megatron."

"Do you believe everything you hear?"

"Only when it interests us. And it interests us _greatly."_ Runabout emphasized.

"Then perhaps we're interested together. This isn't an admission of anything, you understand."

Runamuck held his chin in thought. "Heh, we've stumbled onto one of the ringleaders, Runabout. So spill it, Skyfire. Who's running this show? We know deceps are in the background working this thing."

Skyfire shrugged at Breaker, who also looked innocent. "We know of no conspiracy."

"Yeah, right. So give the word. How do we know who to trust with our...common _interests?"_

Skyfire studied an empty energon cube. "I'm not sure. But whatever you do, please _remember the curfew."_

Twin pairs of optics widened. "The curfew."

"I believe my _words_ were clear."

"Ah." the brothers nodded. "We understand."

"Excellent. Are you sufficiently recovered for more work now?" Skyfire shifted the empty cube to his other hand.

Runamuck grinned. "Just brimming with optimism, Skyfire. And to show our good faith we'll trade a piece of info back. Frenzy and Rumble are moles, running around askin' a lot of questions. They're trying to be casual, but it's clear they're fishing for conspirators."

Breaker beeped. "Many plots tangle. Like big chess game."

Skyfire twirled the empty cube on his fingertips, blue optics intense. "True. But the game is started, and none can leave the field."

"There's just one other question I have." Runamuck wondered.

"And that is?"

Strong hands gripped Skyfire's arm over the table. "Enough shop talk. When do we get our _treat?"_

Skyfire clapped a hand over his optics.

****

The triplechangers were silent after Starscream departed. Like three sentinels they sat equidistant from each other, thoughts mysterious. Their outer expressions gave no indication of communication.

/Congratulations, Octane. I was only teasing earlier./

/I know, Astrotrain. It's been a while, you know./

/Like riding a space pod, Octane. You never forget how!/

/How true. Blitzwing, I'm concerned about the base./

/When our plans reach fruition, it won't matter. A new regime will be in place./

/I was referring to _Kaos 3._/

/You worry too much, Octane. They are fully capable./

/I'm allowed this, Blitzwing. My right!/

/I share his concern, Blitzwing. We've been out of communication for too many breems./

/We can't risk exposure now, or everything is ruined. They are strong and well trained!/

/Still, I agree with Octane. If war breaks out in our faction, they'll need to be informed and prepared./

/Astrotrain, this fretting does no good. The security of Kaos 3 relies on our secrecy./

/Who's to say how long the base is secure!/

/Astrotrain's right, Blitzwing. I say we check on them. They'll be poorly served by ignorance./

/Are you two even listening to me?/

/In this, no. If we call them silently, no one can trace it./

/Octane has a point, Blitz. A silent call is safe, unreadable to anyone but us./

/Perhaps you're right. And when the time comes..._we_ will have the final victory./

/To the new empire!/

/And the fall of Megatron!/

Three pair of optics blazed inferno bright, firing a triangulation of light rays. They converged to a point in the center of the living room. A small patch of subspace opened, revealing an image of many decepticon warriors.

//"Kaos 3 hears and responds..."//


to be continued