Klik- under a second-second

Breem- 8.3 minutes-minute

Joor- 6 hours-hour

Orn- 2 weeks-day

Vorn- 83 years-year

From what I understand, this is the Cybertronian to earth time scale, if it's not, feel free to correct me.

Prowl sat down at his desk, datapad and stylus in ihis servos. More than one fourth of the Autobots were in the medbay from the last major battle with the Decepticons. Prowl's battle computer calculated that the result was due to the lack of low moral. Sideswipe, for example, was barely pulling a prank a week now. He continued in his work, until he got a ping from Jazz.

.: Hey Prowler, Optimus wants us in the main hub:. Prowl sighed, that this rate, he won't finish the reports he's supposed to do. but he answered.

.: On my way, and it's Prowl, Jazz:.

He stood and left his office, fully expecting more bad news. He was wrong...

The higher ranking officers had gathered for an "Important meeting" in the hub. They included Optimus, Jazz, Ironhide, Red Alert, Ratchet, and himself. Naturally, Jazz came in late, again.

"So, boss bot. What's goin' on?" The saboteur sat down, even his mood was a bit saddened. All optics were on Optimus, the Autobot leader stood.

"As all of you know, most of our troops were heavily injured battle with the Decepticons a little over a week ago." Prowl cast a glance at Jazz. The visored mech's expression looked as if to say Duh? The tactician turned his gaze back to Optimus as he continued.

"And I sent a message to Iacon Headquarters to send any extra troops. From their reply, we will receive three new soldiers, unlike the other Autobots back on Cybertron, they have never been on Earth." Everybot around the table exchanged expressions of worry and confusion. They didn't have the time to explain to these recruit about this planet, and yet all known Autobot mechs have been here on earth already. So who would these Autobots be?

A small shuttle coasted in space, it's three passengers waiting patiently. Well, all most all of them.

"When the frag are we going to get there?!" One of the passengers forms paced around, the lights were turned off to save energy. Yet this Autobot's optics blazed a deep, royal blue. "We should have been on Earth over four orns ago!" Another form shifted in annoyance, It's turquiose blue eyes glowed eerily.

"We would have if you hadn't begged to scan for any nearby space stations. Now we have to run on minimal power, this shuttle is no battle ship!"

"Hey guys, look!" Both forms looked at their third companion, who was staring out of the shuttles only window in awe. "That must be Earth!" The form pointed out to a green and blue sphere. The turquoise opticed form checked the data banks to find that was indeed the planet Earth. She went over to the control panel and started scanning for any Autobot frequencies. Bingo, a connection sounded with a chirp. There was a connection, it was weak, but they had a connection.

"Autobot headquarters, this is shuttle S1-70A from Iacon, we require landing coordinates for docking, over."

The blue optics went over to the other form. "Why do ship pilots always say over when they finish a sentence?"

"Why do you have to prank any living 'Bot or Con?" The third form laughed, it's golden yellow optics glowing faintly.

"This is Autobot Prowl, request heard, prepare to receive coordinates..." Sure enough they got the coordinates, and they were headed towards Earth. The two forms in the back gave a cheer as they started moving.

"Remember what I told you." The ship pilot said without looking back, "Hold in your joy and happy selves until we know what we're doing, that means you Sonicflare." They rocketed down, landing with a heavy thud. They, had arrived.

The Autobots stood outside the ark as the shuttle landed. Most wondered who would be coming through that hatch. Some Autobots think it could be Ultra Magnus, since he too has yet to come to Earth. All chatter stopped as the shuttle hatch opened, revealing two golden yellow bulbs in the pitch blackness of the shuttle. They locked onto Ironhide's form and a femme like squee rang out. A flash of white and gold shot out and the Autobot head of security fell on his aft, with a white and gold femme hugging him.

"Ghost! It's good ta see ya again!" He chuckled as the femme released him, two more female Autobots emerged from the darkness. A short, flame orange with royal blue optics; and a taller black and silver femme who looked dangerously close to Ghost's design with turquoise blue optics.

"See, I told you, but no Sonicflare is always the one who misbehaves and tackles other Autobots. Ghost is just the innocent onlooker who- OW!" The orange femme did not finish as the black and silver femme smacked her on the back of her helm, earning a glare. Prowl stepped forward as the black femme saluted.

"Autobot designation Blackdragon reporting." She nodded to the other two femmes.

"Designation Ghost, reporting!" The white femme smiled and waved, not bothering to salute. Sonicflare did a lot less than that.

"Sonicflare, blah blah" The orange femme held up a peace sign in front of Prowl's optics, Jazz covered his mouth to stop the laughter. She was like Sideswipe, this was going to be fun. Optimus stepped out of the crowded and the three Autobots stood straight, obviously, they have been under Ultra Magnus's command.

"It's alright, you may relax." Ghost could have sworn he was smiling under that mask, she and Sonicflare looked at each other and exchanged excited glances. While Blackdragon took a lot longer to relax. Prowl and Jazz stepped forward.

"As you may know, I am Optimus Prime."

Blackdragon nodded, "We know who you are,sir, it's an honor."

The Prime continued, nodding to Prowl on his left. "This is my second in command, and chief tactician, designation Prowl." Then nodded to Jazz on his right. "And this is my first lieutenant, Saboteur, and head of Special Operations, Jazz." The three greeted them, Blackdragon noticed that Ghost was avoiding Jazz like he was covered in cosmic rust. She would ask her about that at a later date. Optimus assigned Ironhide to show them to their new quarters. Unlike at Iacon, where the three of them had to share a room, here somehow they managed to each get their own. Ghost spun around, absorbing the small area around her.

There was a recharge berth; a desk placed neatly in the corner with a data terminal screen glowing faintly in the dim light. A small nightstand by the berth held a lamp and a spare drawer. She hugged Ironhide in thanks. He chuckled.

"Easy kid, I got a rep. of a tough mech to uphold. Oh, Prowl wanted you to report to his office in a few breems." She nodded and watched him leave down the hall. She closed the door to her quarters and sat down on her new berth. She opened her subspace and pulled out a photo hologram of her, Blackdragon, Ironhide, and his spark mate Chromia from vorns ago; back when even Blackdragon was still a sparkling.

She placed the picture on the nightstand next to the berth. Ghost caught her optics shuttering, she didn't get any rest on the shuttle. One quick recharge could hurt, right? She layed down on the berth, before anybot could say "Iacon" she was out like a light.

Jazz poked his head into the rec room where Sonicflare and Blackdragon were refueling.

"Hey have you gals seen Ghost? Prowl says she's a joor or two late." Sonicflare rotated her hand, staring at the swirling contents of her cube.

"Ohh, looks like someones late- OW!" She yelped as Blackdragons heeled pede kicked her from under the table. "I swear to Primus if you weren't our team captain I'd shoot you! Well, for Ghost, she's probably in her new quarters. I haven't seen her since Ironhide showed her."

Blackdragon gave her companion an even stare, "I know she didn't have a lot of rest on the trip, probably because someone was being impatient chatteriod."

Sonicflare grinned. "I regret nothing." Jazz gave them a curious stare.

"If she's recharging, how come you guys aren't out cold?" Blackdragon turned towards him with that unimpressed stare.

"Her power core uses a lot more energy than a normal Autobot's." She sipped at her cube, "That's why, any more questions about my baby sister?"

Jazz stared at her in shock, Sonicflare looked like she was about to burst out laughing. "S-she's your sister?!" Sonicflare doubled over laughing. Blackdragon shuttered her optics, getting the look Prowl did whenever Sideswipe and Sunstreaker pulled some kind of prank.

"Sonicflare, can it. And yes, genius, she's my sister." The black femme finished off her cube, and left. Sonicflare quickly followed after.

Jazz knocked on the door to Ghost's quarters, from inside a voice subconsciously moaned. "Five more breems..." He frowned, and entered the override code to the door. Ghost was laying on her berth, curled up around and hugging a large pillow. He shook her shoulder and her optics unshuttered half way. "Uh...?" Her gold optics looked around until they rested on him. It took a nano-kilk to process that someone was in her quarters, especially that 'Bot. Her optics widened as she jumped back and fell off the other side of the berth.

"You okay?" Jazz looked at her, offering her a hand up. She sat there staring at him, embarrassed.

"I-i-i-" She stuttered, a warning popped up on her neural net.

Update: Calendar

Shift: Late by 3.8 joors

"SCRAP!" She jumped to her feet and ran out of her quarters. Jazz just stared at the door way, hopelessly confused.

"You are to finish these reports in addition to monitor detail later this evening." Prowl handed her a small stack of datapads, Ghost had taken them and placed them into her subspace with a small nod. She had heard rumors from the mechs back at Iacon about Prowl. Workaholic, obsessed with data pads, and the personality of a toaster. He would like her sister, she's the same way! And she knew from experience with her sister, it's best to just take the punishment with no back sassing, the opposite of what Sonicflare does. "Any questions?" His question sounded like a challenge.

"No sir." She stood and saluted before leaving.

She cursed herself for falling asleep, her optics locked on the ground in front of her. She didn't notice the white and black mech that was walking down the same hallway, blindly dancing to his music, until she ran right into him. The collision was enough to throw him off balance, while it sent Ghost down on her aft. Primus, why did it have to be him again?! Her faceplate heated up, out of all the times she gets embarrassed, now?! Jazz grabbed her wrist joint and pulled her to her pedes.

"Sorry, I should have been looking where I was going." He gave her a smile. Dear Primus..., she looked away, don't say anything, don't say anything.

"Ghost...?" She looked back up at him, his face etched with concern.

"I-i need get going, 'kay thanks, bye!" She bolted for her sister's quarters. She banged hard on the door twice, heard shuffling from inside, and the door slid open to reveal a very annoyed black femme.

"Ghost, what are you-" She was cut off by her baby sister pushing past her. Curious, she closed the door to her quarters and turned to her sister. "What's wrong? I haven't seen you this bothered since..." She stopped herself, and quickly changed the subject. "What happened?"

Ghost didn't reply, she pressed herself against the wall and slowly slid down, she was shaking with nervousness. Blackdragon kneeled next to her, pulling Ghost into a hug.

It's alright, she spoke through her sibling bond. She stroked the back of Ghost's helm. Silvertalon is gone now, and I'll be damned if I see my little sister put in that situation again.

"C-can you help me with these...?" Ghost subspaced the stack of datapads, this had Prowl written all over it. Her older sister gave a kind smile and nodded.

"Of course."

That night after her shift and returning the data pads back to Prowl, she headed to the rec room. Thankfully, everyone had gone to the their quarters, and the lights were off. She took a seat in the far corner, a cube of glowing pink energon in her servo. She also subspaced a personal datapad filled with human stories.

She blankly rolled through the words of Alice in Wonderland, sipping at her energon occasionally. She enjoyed the peace and quiet, she always has. Whenever Sonicflare would start to babble on and on about Primus know what, and Blackdragon had to get her to shut up, she would always leave and find some small, quiet corner until they quieted down.

She never knew it when someone entered the recreation room. Her optics never moved from her datapad, even when she sipped her energon. So of course, she would be oblivious to the tall red and blue mech that just entered... wait, what?! Her optics shot up to see Optimus standing there, watching her. She jumped up, saluting. He motioned it was ok for her to relax, so she did.

"Sorry, sir...I- just couldn't sleep." That part was somewhat true, she could never sleep when her processor was over thinking at every little thing.

"That's alright, and you don't have to call me sir, Optimus works just fine." His voice was a low rumble. Ghost nodded

"Alright s- Optimus." She stumbled with her words, this would take some definitely take some getting used to. She sat back down in her seat as the Autobot leader went the energon dispenser and filled a cube, when he turned around, Ghost's optics were locked back onto her datapad. He chuckled to himself and walked back to his office.

Ghost checked her internal clock as soon as she finished her book. 4:49am human time...she gave out a yawn. She had sat there for almost about five human hours. She finished off her energon cube and discarded it. Behind her, a small cat like growl rang out from one of the tables. Curious, she turned around, there it was: a large bronze colored cat. Something hit her pede, looking down at a small bowl, as her curiosity grew, she picked up the bowl to find the bronze cat butting his head against her leg.

"You want some energon?" The cat whimpered in answer. Ghost smiled calmly, and filled the bowl with energon. The large cat lapped at it's contents as soon as it touched the floor for awhile, Ghost saw the word Steeljaw printed on his shoulder joint. Awkwardly, she stroked the back of his neck and Steeljaw let out a loud purr. Something clicked, Steeljaw was a cassette that an Autobot called Blaster owned. So if Steeljaw was here then that would mean...

"Hello." She looked up to see the red boombox Autobot himself. How he was so tall for an Alt mode so...tiny was beyond her. She watched as Steeljaw yawned and laid in front of her. Blaster chuckled, "He must like ya, otherwise he wouldn't be doing that."

"I take it that's a good thing?" She looked confused, her neural net yelled at her for recharge, and as a response, she yawned. Blaster, again, chuckled.

"Yeah, that's a good thing, ya should get some rest." He scooped up the sleeping cat from in front of her, and she nodded her thanks. Slowly, she walked back to her quarters, and crashed into recharge as soon as she was on the berth.

Well Ghost, you have some serious boy problems, you should get some help. For a start, this seems pretty good. I'll just have to see where my imagination takes me with this. Feel free to review!