This chapter was a pain to write, Vortex was the only one who would work with me.

Foxyperv : Yep the seekers are taking responsibility, but don't forget the seekers are the only ones at fault. As to why Onslaught and Blast-off didn't tell their teammates Onslaught will be explaining this chapter.

Quartex : 1 month

OC Slivermoon: She still owns nothing

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It was now towards the end of December, on the 25th, three quartex's after all this began.

As per usual Onslaught was the first to awake from recharge. Onslaught considered himself a rather flexible mech, capable of adapting to different situations, but walking into a room with a lovely pile of gifts addressed to him in private was something he had not expected. Nor was Vortex walking out of his room as though he had been awake for a while.

"Hey Ons! What's with all the presents?"

Onslaught just held one of the gifts looking at it confused, "Apparently someone has sent me something."

He soon found himself a faceplate full of Vortex, "Woah really!?" The copter plucked the gift out of Onslaughts hands and ferociously unwrapped it, "Huh?" Amusingly he had found himself holding a Cybertronian rattle. He looked at Onslaught before tossing the rattle to the side and rapping an arm around the commanders shoulders, "So who's the lucky mech or femme that you knocked up?"

Under his annoyance at Vortex Onslaught decided that he was going to be having a long talk with the seekers. As soon as he got away from the coptor.

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Blast-off poked at his abdomen with what would be a worried look if one could see his faceplate. It looked as though it had started getting bigger and looking at the recharging Swindle across the room he realized the others would probably be figuring out soon.

They needed out. He was knew this and was certain Onslaught knew this, but there were still some things they needed to figure out. How could they get away from this war? He couldn't fly like this, and Brawl and Vortex seem to enjoy taking part in the battles. Where would they hide? Where would they get the energon? Many questions flew through his processor, all with no answer coming to him.

He saw Swindle turn over, his front facing the wall. They needed to get out before things became too obvious.

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Onslaught stormed into the Elite Seekers Trines' main after having braced himself expecting to see them doing one of their bizarre trine things, only to see Skywarp by himself and moving a small pile of low-grade cubes into a corner of the room marked 'For Combaticons".

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you were the ones leaving us the low-grade energon"

The seeker smiled at him standing up and giving a mock salute, "Just helping the future generations! Oh," He lowered his arm, "The rest of you should also be drinking the energon with how far along you are. Just because Blast-off got sick from the mid-grade doesn't mean you wont."

This piece of information just barely made it over Onslaughts helm, his processor reeling with what had transpired that morning, "Why did you have to leave all those toys in the middle of our room for me?" Fortunately or unfortunately Skywarp was within reaching distance. Grabbing the seeker by the throat and dragging him over so they were faceplate to faceplate he growled out, "Thanks to you three Vortex thinks I got a neutral, or a con, or Primus forbid a Autobot pregnant!"

"Then why don't you tell your team that your all going to have sparklings?" The seeker was acting perfectly calm expecting that would calm down the pregnant con.

It didn't work.

Shaking up the seeker Onslaught continued to growl out, "Because that would ruin their perormance on the battlefield, and if Megatron were to find out he would have the five of us offlined or placed back in that torturous prison!" Suddenly gaining a small sense of control over himself Onslaught tossed Skywarp to the floor, "Just don't go causing my men or me any more grief, understand."

The seeker just sat there and nodded numbly, the smile now gone from his faceplate.

And with that taken care of Onslaught stormed out of the room with the intention of taking a little target practice.

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Once the Combaticon leader left Skywarp stood up and looked over at the pile of low-grade energon meant to go the Combaticons main room, "Well I guess I'll be putting them on their beds from now on."

But a thought occurred to him causing him to frown. But how are we going to keep Megatron from finding out?