It was midnight, Sunset was living on the Queen-sized bed in Marc's parent's room when her journal began glowing and vibrating from within her backpack. Before Marc left on a mission, he had said that they could use his room, or his parent's room and the beds in each When Sunset asked where his parents were Marc answered by saying that his parents were on a vacation, and they could use the bed in there if any of them wanted.

Velvet was out in the living room, stocked up on her mangoes and energy drinks, keeping watch and Home Run was sleeping in Marc's room.

So, here she was in the said bedroom, with an ornate dark brown wood bed frame and head, with a small mirror in the middle, separating the two shelves, which were accented with a curved in the wood, while he went out tonight.

She got up and retrieved her journal from her book bag, which was resting at the foot of the bed. She pulled it out and lied back down on the bed, flipping to the page Twilight wrote in.

Dear Sunset Shimmer,

I looked into the name you gave me, and, well, there's some weird history behind it.

OK, remember that after the Rematch, you met Starswirl, and through writings in your journal, he told you how he came back to modern Equestria, and he told you about the Pillars and protected the young Equestria? Well, it turns out they had a secret member, named Light Sparker!

But, that's not all, he was an Alicorn Prince!

So, according to my research and what I've gathered; he was a secret member who helped fight Stygian when he was evil and the Pony of Shadows and helped greatly against him. But, he died in battle against him (I know, I was shocked too). But, apparently, another Pony identical too Light Sparker showed up, but said he wasn't their Light Sparker, he was a human! Well, a human in a pony form, but I digress. Apparently, the second one was the one who came up with the idea of banishing Stygian, and helped Starswirl invent the spell that banished him to Limbo, and even planted the Seed of Harmony and scattered their artifacts!

I will keep looking into this. I sent a letter to Starswirl asking him to come to the Castle of Friendship once convenient.

I hope this helps, Sunset Shimmer.

Your friend,
Twilight.

Sunset took a moment for all that information to sink in. The part of an Alicorn dieing especially shocked her. To her knowledge, Alicorns couldn't be killed.

"A second Light Sparker?" She asked herself, contemplating. "What else is Marc hiding?"

Tempest Shadow walked along the dimly lit streets of Canterlot, walking past a few people while going to reach her destination. It was silent midnight, few people were out, and only a few cars were seen passing.

Little to her knowledge, a figure watched from atop the rooftops. He was dressed in a certain trench/duster overcoat buttoned closed. A hood over his head, and a tactical helmet and visor covering his face. It covered his entire head, and the visor was a vibrant gold normally, with helm being white, but now it was all black. He ran over the rooftops as he followed the purple-skinned girl. He dodged over air-conditioning, jumped over large pipes, and gipped ledges when he would miss a rooftop.

Tempest kept walking until she bumped into someone in front of an alley. The figure stopped and examined the situation from his birds-eye view.

"Oh, sorry," Tempest said to the person she bumped into. He wore baggy clothes and was a little fat. A subtle stench on his breath told Tempest that he was no stranger to drinking his problems away. She had a feeling that, if she didn't simply move away he was going to either, mug her, or kill her. Not in the mood to get into a petty conflict, she began to continue her trek.

"Excuse me," She said as she moved to step around him, but a second man detached himself from the shadows and put his hand on her shoulder, and she felt the chill of a knife tip at her neck.

"Sorry, Lil' lady," The first robber said. "But, I and my partner here would like your wallet, now."

"Please, why waste your time on a simple girl like me? I've no money on my person the moment," Tempest said, attempting diplomacy. "Besides, I'm not in the mood for this at the moment."

The two men chuckled in bemusement.

"If you won't give me all your valuables, my partner here will gut you," The first thief threatened.

"Believe me, you don't wanna do this," Tempest said, beginning to grow annoyed. "Leave now, and I won't hunt down your families and kill them after I kill you two."

"Gut the bitch, we can loot her body," The first thief said to his partner, who nodded. Then, quick as lightning, Tempest turned and swiped her legs at the thug's, causing him to fall hard on the concrete, dazing him as he hit his head. The first thief whipped out a gun and aimed it at Tempest. "Your dead, bitch!"

He began to squeeze the trigger, but suddenly, all his nerves felt on fire, almost like he was struck by lightning. He was thrown back against the wall of the alley with a loud crash. Tempest walked over to him, chuckling evilly as rainbow-colored sparks danced around her fingers.

"I warned you that you didn't want to mess with me," Tempest chided as the man began backing away in horror. Tempest placed her right hand on his head. Then, an electric jolt was sent down his spine. Tempest continued, keeping a continuous stream of electricity, passing through his brain and heart, and melting his eyes from his sockets and burning through his tongue, muting his screams as his body thrashed and spasmed. Once she was sure he was dead, she backed up and fired more controlled bursts, vaporizing his teeth and fingerprints, then finally burning his face to the point of being unrecognizable.

With a cruel chuckle, Tempest turned to the partner, he was a bit lanky and dressed in baggy clothes.

Tempest almost pitied him.

She went to his unconscious form and stepped on his neck, hard. A loud cracking noise was heard, and the man's chest stopped heaving with breath. She then took both the dead men and put them in dumpsters, disposing of the bodies.

She fired a spark at the dumpster, a small fire soon starting and burning the two to ash.

The tedious task was soon finished and Tempest continued merrily on her way, the figure on the rooftops following close behind.

Tempest continued on until she saw the figure on the rooftops following from the corner of her eyes.

She smiled to herself as she went on with her walk. She eventually made her way to a remote part of Canterlot's park, and then spoke into the chill of the night.

"I know your there, Yang," She said, smirking. "Do come out."

The figure removed himself from the shadows behind Tempest, his arms in the pockets of his coat.

"Ah, there you are," Tempest said, turning to meet his hidden gaze.

"What are you doing out here, Fizzie?" Yang asked, his voice distorted by his helmet.

"What, don't you trust me?" Tempest asked playfully.

"No, I don't," Yang replied sternly. "What do you plan to do with the Decepticons?"

"I assume D-11 told you of the little bit with the Godanium mine," Tempest mused. "To bad that Megatron got away."

"Why is Starscream's army mining Godanium?" Yang asked sternly. "And why are Gumms-Gumms assisting them?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out," Tempest said. "Any other questions?"

"Yes, why did I recently find them mining for a Dalek warship trapped beneath Camp Everfree?" Yang asked. "And why did our scanners recently pick up Temporal Warp Energy not belonging to the TARDIS?"

"OK, the TWE thing isn't my fault, or the DBE's," Tempest admitted. "As for the mining, well, if Starscream wants to bring Daleks into his growing alliances, who am I to refuse him?"

"That's it," Yang said, summoning a golden sword from his pocket. "I'm bringing you in for interrogation!"

"Shame, I wished to have a bit more fun," Tempest said as lightning began sparking around her fingers. Then it snaked up and around her clothes, then she was cocooned in the multi-chromatic lightning as it sparked and scorched the ground.

The lightning died down, and there Tempest stood, donned in her armor. It was a black under armor, with a grayish dark silver over armor, with a torso-shoulder piece, and arm gauntlets that stopped just below her elbows. with boots and leggings that stopped around her knees, with loose areas at her joints for maneuverability. On her right breast, was the faded Storm King's sigil. On her back was a dark purple cape.

"Now, how are we going to do this, you gonna come at me, am I gonna come at you, we gonna come at each other?" Tempest asked playfully.

"Surrender, and we don't have to charge at all," Yang said, adopting a battle-stance.

"Oh, Yang," Tempest chided, charging a lightning ball in her right hand. She threw the lightning ball at Yang, forcing him to block as it exploded and blew him back. "Where's the fun in that?!"

Yang said nothing. He only charged, and blasted a beam of light at Tempest, forcing her to create a Lightning Shield as the lased was torn apart by the multi-chromatic lightning. She then retaliated by slashing Yang at the head, luckily, his helmet had the now fully-formed sword skid off, scratching the metal of the visor. It was a simple broadsword, only that the entirety of it was multichromatic and coursing with lightning.

Yang then blocked a slash from Tempest with his own blade. The two got into a sword lock, lightning dancing along with the two's blades. Yang attempted a gut punch with his left hook and clanged against's Tempest armor. But the armor absorbed the kinetic energy of the punch. Tempest replied by kneeing Yang in the gut, who grunted in pain, but dodged back from a downward arc of lightning as the two broke the sword lock, the ground singing black.

"Your skill is still as quick as ever," Tempest mused.

"And your deceptiveness still shows in your battle tactics. But, I guess it matches your title; Horseman of Deception," Yang said, slight anger dripping into his tone.

"Gotta live up to the name somehow," Tempest teased before firing a blast of Lightning at Yang, who blocked with the sword and deflected it onto the concrete, burning it and making a black mark on the ground.

"Tempest, I ask again, why was there a Dalek Ship under Everfree?" Yang asked once more in annoyance.

"As I said, I don't know! It's probably a remnant from the Time War!" Tempest yelled before a storm of lightning fired at Yang. Yang summoned a force-field as the lightning danced over it.

"The Time War never bled into other dimensions!" Yang said angrily. "Necrio Cinnigara Lavaluke!"

Golden beams shot from Yang's hands as he thrust them forward, and the energy shot forward to the maroon-skinned girl. Tempest gasped and fired a beam of lightning at the energy.

The magic clashed halfway with a loud screech and crackle.

Their magic crackled and hummed with energy as they pushed against each other for dominance. Yang pushed himself forward and put more energy into his blast, Tempest replied by increasing her own output as well with a grunt of exertion as she began to sweat.

Tempest smirked as she got an idea, then cut her own lightning off. She ducked down just before the magic hit her, disintegrating a tree behind her instead. Then, before Yang could try another attack, she hit him with a lightning blast dead on, sending him sparking and flying back in the air, before lying on the ground, wisps of smoke rising from his body and blade, which was at his side.

Tempest smirked in success. "Too easy. Better luck next time."

Tempest turned on her heels and began walking away from Yang, her armor dissipating as she mused to herself.

Yang was rusty, that was for sure, but that fight was way too easy. Unless he wanted me to win. Why? Is there a tracking device?

The Horseman of Deception stopped, and did a quick search on, looking for any bugs or trackers on her person. After a few minutes, she stopped her search, finding nothing. She turned back around and saw that Yang was gone, as well as his sword.

Tempest smiled to herself. What's his game?

She then turned again and began walking away.

The Nemesis bridge.

Starscream, current lord of the Decepticons, was looking out across the solar system when a Vehicon soldier walked up to him and bowed.

"Lord Starscream! I have the report!" The Vehicon said.

"Well, what is it, welp? I don't have all day!" Starscream ordered as he turned and faced him.

"Well, first, it turns out the report from the mine on Plutous held out, Megatron is alive, and a traitor having joined.......them." The Vehicon reported, shock coming over Starscream.

Not only was the greatest threat to his rule alive, but having joined them; the Freedom Fighters. An ancient order, powerful and skilled. Most dictators think them a myth, but Starscream was too smart to think that, having met their enemy a while back, at least a year after the Cybertronian civil war ended. Nebulon gave him an army, calling all the remaining Decepticons and crowning him king. He even restored the Nemesis from the smoldering wreck it became during the battle against Unicron, the Cybertronian Devil and God of the undead.

"A-and, what else do you have for me?" Starscream asked as he haphazardly adopted his more lordly mask again.

"That the intel from the one known as The Horseman of Deception held out, that there indeed was a ship containing the beings known as Daleks under the "camp" known as Everfree." The Vehicon reported.

"Of course it held out," Tempest said, making herself known after walking through a portal made from her lightning and dressed in her armor. The two Decepticons faced her and looked down, she looked like an ant to the giant Cybertronians. "Would I lie to you?"

"INTRUDER!" The Vehicons shouted as all the soldiers in the Bridge aimed their arm-cannons at the maroon-skinned girl.

"Screamy, if you wanna keep these soldiers of yours, tell 'em to stand down," Tempest ordered.

"And why should I? How do I know you are the Horseman of Deception?" Starscream asked.

"Because...." A dark, calm voice said as footsteps were heard behind Tempest. Walking into the room, was a tall man, with well-kept, space-black hair. His eyes were a piercing, dark midnight-blue. He was dressed in a dark black Tux suit. Strapped to his side, was a curved sword, with an intricate black crystal cross hilt, and in the middle of the hilt was a prominent, ruby-red diamond. The sword itself was resting in a long, in a curved scabbard. Yet, the most glaring and obvious feature was the two large, feathery night-black wings jutting from his back. The black dress shoes clinking against the metal of the floor as he walked in, an air of power around him as he walked in front of Tempest and faced Starscream. "I can vouch for her."

"Lord Umarac." Tempest smiled before bowing in respect to the Archangel. "I thought you were busy in the DC dimension."

"It was only a minor skirmish against Parademons and the forces of Darkseid. I managed to push them back sooner than I thought." Umarac said casually.

"Hmm, so he remembers?" Tempest asked.

"Yes, it seems that Emporer Nebulon, in his rage, seemed to gloss over some of the.....Council of Shadows' memories. No matter, it was dealt with." Umarac said before turning to Starscream once more.

"And you are?" Starscream asked, a metal eyebrow raised.

"Umarac. Harbinger and First Lieutenant to Emporer Nebulon. Head of the Horsemen Generals." Umarac introduced before bowing dramatically. "You met me during your first meeting with the Darkness Blighter Empire."

Starscream thought back to that day, Umarac was, if he recalled correctly, something called an Archangel. "Yes, yes, I do recognize you! Well, if you can vouch for Tempest, I'll allow it. Guards, stand down."

The Vehicons obeyed, transforming their guns back into arms and going back to their duties.

"Well, my ship is in orbit if you require my assistance. Either of you. I came here initially for some Dark Energon crystals from your lab. May I?" Umarac asked.

"Yes. I want two guards to escort him!" Starscream ordered as two Vehicons that were covering the door walked out with Umarac, going down the lit halls of the Nemesis, light purple lights illuminated the hall as they walked, disapproving looks from Vehicons and other types of Decepticons glanced at Umarac as he passed them, who once they were out of eyeshot, dropped dead on the spot and turned to dust.

Eventually, they made it to the lab, located deep within the ship. They walked in, passing through a large door that transformed as it opened for them.

The laboratory was large and spacious, even more so as it was designed for Cybertronians, which are usually as four to five times taller than an average human. In the middle of the room, was the Dark Energon floating in purple force-field which was two circular generators, one the ceiling, and the other on the floor. The generator had a Cybertronian computer built into it, it consisted of a screen embedded into the machine, and a keypad with the Cybertronian alphabet labeled on each key. And next to the screen were numerous switches and buttons. The screen itself was flashing with the information on the Dark Energon and the force-field.

There was a long metal table cluttered with different machines and tools and items, shelves filled with numerous vials and containers and other technical tools.

Standing over the table and looking at a small sample of Dark Energon through a large microscope was Shockwave. If Umarac recalled right, Shockwave's vehicle mode is a tank-based form. Shockwave had one right hand and one left arm cannon that never transforms into a hand, he has only one large optic sensor, a Cybertronian eye, if you will, which took up his face, and he has an ammunition belt attached from his back to his cannon. He himself was bulky, and a dark purple hue made up his plate metal color. Next to the microscope on the table was one of the mysterious Dalek statues.

Umarac chuckled to himself at the Cybertronians' fascination and fear of Dark Energon. Energon in general, if he remembered correctly, was the lifeblood of all Cybertronians. It powered their machines, fueled their ammunition. Acted as their power source. But most importantly; it was their food and blood. It was what they bled when wounded. They consumed it as sustenance. Energon was a major reason why the Cybertronian Civil War started in the first place, next to the corruption of the Cybertronian Senate.

Dark Energon was something else entirely. Also known as the Blood of Unicron. Unicron was the Cybertronian's devil figure. A dark god of destruction, death, and chaos. Lord of the undead. Dark brother to Primus, the Cybertronian's figure of worship, and the core of their world, who represented creation, life, and order.

Dark Energon was highly addictive and dangerous. When stabbed into a dead Cybertronian, or the ground of a Cybertronian Graveyard and spread, they would resurrect and become zombie-like beings known as Terrorcons, hungry for their fellow Cybertronians. However, when a living Cybertronian stabbed themselves with it in their Spark, their heart, they would be able to control the Terrorcons, but forever not be able to go to the Cybertronian Heaven; the Allspark, and join with Primus in eternity.

Rather, they would become thralls and slaves to Unicron.

"So, this is the feared Blood of Unicron," Umarac said, casting a critical gaze at the crystal and catching Shockwave's attention. "Fascinating."

"Yes, and highly dangerous. Starscream said you want a sample. How much?" Shockwave asked Umarac with slight annoyance.

"At least a quarter," Umarac requested.

"That large an amount? What do you Cinnigarans even want with the Blood of the Destroyer, and in such high amount?" Shockwave asked.

"Well, that's classified," Umarac said. "All you need to know is that Emporer Nebulon has use of it. Besides, you will still have enough to bring the Daleks out of stasis."

"That answer is insufficient," Shockwave insisted.

"Well, that's what your getting, Starscream knows my reasons and of the deal. Ask that idiot." Umarac said. "Now, will someone bring me my sample?"

One of the Vehicon guards, a flyer who had jet wings jutting from his back stepped forward but stopped as he heard Shockwave step in.

"I will handle it," Shockwave said, sticking his right hand onto the Dark Energon crystal, and pulled off a sufficient chunk. He bent down and placed the large chunk in front if Umarac.

"Impressive." Umarac smiled. "But, I still need to test it out."

He then turned to face the Vehicons. Then, quick as lightning, he unsheathed his sword and stabbed it through the spark of the Vehicon on the left, the body, pushed by Umarac with a flap of his wings, fell to the ground with the sword jutting from it.

The remaining Vehicon traced his gun on Umarac, who rolled his eyes. Umarac then removed his sword and cut off a small sliver of Dark Energon, which was as tall as him, and stabbed it into the Vehicon's Spark. The Dark Energon got absorbed into the Vehicon's Spark Chamber with a hum of dark purple energy coming from the wound, and his visor glowing a deep purple. The Vehicon jumped up, and pounced on his fellow Vehicon, ripping him apart while panting savagely. It then turned and faced Shockwave who readied his gun. But, as he charged, there was a flash of black magic around the Terrorcon, who disintegrated into nothingness.

Shockwave turned to Umarac, a smirk on his features with his right arm and hand outstretched.

"I trust it is satisfactory for your requirements?" Shockwave asked, his voice remaining monotone as Umarac lowered his arm.

Umarac smirked. "Yes. It'll do."

Then, black energy pulsated around the Dark Energon, which shrunk down to the size of a small rock, which Umarac pocketed before teleporting out of the Nemesis in a flash.

"I trust you and the Gumm-Gumms are getting along?" Tempest asked Starscream.

"Why yes, they are sufficient as guards and good at manual labor," Starscream reported.

"Good. Gunmar isn't causing any problems, either?" Tempest asked.

"No. While I find it ridiculous that monsters from the fleshlings' fairytales are working alongside us, he has been useful as well," Starscream said, smiling. "Of course, he respects my rule!"

Tempest had to stifle a snigger as she smiled kindly. "Of course. Well, I must take my leave. Give my regards to Shockwave."

Tempest smiled to herself as she turned around and opened a portal of lightning as she left as well, returning to Earth through the portal.

Yang watched from a rooftop as Tempest returned through a portal of lighting and exited in her normal clothes as he chastised himself.

First was HYDRA, then the Silver Crosses, now Tempest Shadow.

He was getting dangerously rusty. One more wrong move could cost him his life, if not something worse. He needed to continue his training.

But, those thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind. He turned around as Tempest trekked back to wherever she was based for the moment.

Yang scanned the rooftops. His bike was at least a block away from where he was located. He could always teleport there, but he was rusty, so he was gonna make his way there naturally.

He backed up a few feet from the edge, buttoned his trench coat along his waist, and transformed his sword into a pen before pocketing it in his right Jean pocket.

He got into a running start, taking in a deep inhale.

He took off. He ran over the edge of the building, jumping over the alleyway as he did so. He repeated this motion with every building he jumped over, dodging air conditioning vents and satellite disks, sliding over pipes and narrowly avoiding roof entrances.

He continued this pattern, getting closer to his bike. As he did this, he began to enjoy himself as he did, making a mental challenge for himself.

He then made his way to a large gap, most likely a driveway. There were only a few more buildings until he can get to his bike. He stepped back and got a running start.

He dashed off, the ground cracking slightly from the force of his launch. He ran, his footsteps echoing in the night as he made his way to the ever closer ledge. He made it, kicking off with his right foot and flying through the air for a moment, rinning under his helmet.

His grin faded as he began descending too early and too far from the other building.

"Oh, shiiiiiiiiiitttttttt!" His arms and legs flailing for something to grab on, only finding air as he fell.

"The Winds of Zephyr!" He chanted, catching himself a gust of wind bursted beneath him, beginning to slow his descent, much to his delight. Yet gravity had other plans, as he lost concentration in his happiness, the wind ceasing and he fell to the ground, crashing into someone's car, flattening the roof, and cracking the windshield as well as denting the black hood.

"Ow," he ground, fining hat it hurt to move, so he just rested there for a minute, contemplating. Why the Hell didn't I bring Excalibur? Right, he's at home, guarding the group. Next time; I'm teleporting.

Author's Note

Back to the fun stuff! Also, NOT DEAD YET! But, this story will go on Hiatus after so that I can work on revamping COL 1. It'll be better written. Better story. Better everything. So...I hope you guys like it. Can't say when the first chapter will drop, so. Enjoy this.

Also, I'm gonna polish up the previous chapters in this story, For the hundredth time.

As usual, thoughts, mistakes, etc.