Title: Transformers Animated – Dark Secrets
Author: LJ
Summery: Prowl's been hiding something from everyone, even his little brother, their femme creator was a Decepticon hiding from the Elite Guard, and their mech creator was helping her avoid capture. Now he and Axel are at risk of being found out and sent to the Autobot prisons just as their creators were.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Jazz/Prowl, Axel/Bumblebee, Optimus Prime/Sentinel Prime, Wheeljack/Ratchet
Warnings: Slash, fluff, angst, torture, one sided attraction
Author's Note: Finally decided to write this story. X3 Inspired by the suck-up Starscream clone in "Fistful of Energon" 'complementing' Prowl on his sneak attack, asking if he had 'Decepticon oil in (his) tubes'. Hope you enjoy! XD Comments welcome! =3
Disclaimer: I own Axel, he's mine and no one can have him! (hugs Axel) I also own his and Prowl's creators Camshaft and Diverain. All else is owned by HASBRO.
Chapter Two:
Prowl relaxed outside the base, a cube of energon in his hand. The morning sun helped to relieve Prowl of his tension and a depression that had hung over him. He looked up at the sky and closed his optics, thinking of Diverain and her execution that had happened just after he was assigned to Optimus Prime's space bridge repair crew. He could only imagine the pain that his female creator had gone through. He knew of and had even witnessed a war crimes execution. Nightmares plagued his mind after seeing the torture that the mech had gone through and only comfort from his creators eased them away. To know that the femme who created and cared for his brother and himself was tortured and killed in front of everyone made the normally stoic ninja feel sick.
Prowl put his energon cube down and swallowed hard, trying to keep from throwing up. He controlled himself and looked up as Ratchet walked out.
"Hey kid," the medic said leaning up against the door frame. "You okay?" Prowl nodded slowly and looked up as the morning sun rose further into the sky.
"I've been better. I've just had a lot on my mind lately." Ratchet looked at him and nodded.
"Prime said you had something eating at you. Look...I'm sorry for what I said before last week." Prowl rose his hand with a smile and looked up at the medic.
"Don't be. I needed it. I...have a bad habit of thinking I can handle things that are far over my head. Of course it doesn't help that Jazz has gone back to Cybertron. I guess I just feel like I need to prove to myself and everyone else that I'm as capable as my mate. Stupid isn't it?" Ratchet smiled and shook his head.
"Nope. It's not stupid. Wheeljack used to do the same thing, tried to prove he was as capable as me when it came to repairs. You don't have to prove yourself, you're a capable Autobot and ninja. We already know what you're capable of. Anyway how about you come on inside and watch that show that was on earlier? We recorded it for you." Prowl looked up and smiled standing up with his cube of energon.
"Thank you Ratchet. That sounds like a perfect idea," Prowl said, following the medic into the living room. The others were there relaxing around the television flipping through the channels. He sat down in a free seat and just sat back enjoying the companionable silence broken only by the noise of the television.
"Feeling better now Ninja-boy?" Bumblebee asked coming in with a few containers of oil shakes. Bulkhead followed behind the yellow Autobot holding the extra containers for everyone.
"I made oil shakes if you want one," Bulkhead said offering the ninja an oil drum. Prowl smiled and took it nodding his thanks.
"Thank you Bulkhead. And I am feeling a little better, yes," he said softly before leaning back in his seat pulling his legs up and crossing them. Ratchet sat down and took the remote from Bumblebee turning on the show they had recorded for the black and gold ninja.
The show was well made, slow motion cameras picking up on the slightest of movements of the animals of the Himalayan mountain range. What caught his attention though the most was the snow leopard segment. The beauty and grace of the animal eased away the tension and depressing thoughts in his mind leaving only the thought that Jazz was much like the leopard. Even Bumblebee was silent as the leopard chased after a deer on the steep cliffs.
More relaxed than he had been in several weeks, Prowl went to his quarters to meditate and train. He longed for his mate with each movement of a meditation technique called "The Lovers Dance" that Jazz had taught him. The movements were slow and were beautiful when done by two who knew the moves like the back of their hands. Prowl was still memorizing the movements but he found he still needed instruction from his mate. Doing his best to finish the moves he finally found peace in his spark, if only temporarily. Finishing the moves, Prowl sighed and looked up through the tree boughs and wished that Jazz would return. At least then, Prowl surmised, he could have some semblance of peace in his spark.
****
"You...you mean I'm getting reassigned?" Axel asked frowning slightly. Jazz chuckled and shook his head.
"Naw, just need a communication expert to help me set up the video feeds, besides, you'll be checking out a really cool planet." Jazz patted Axel's head smiling warmly at the young mech.
"Oh...cool! Uh, that counts as cool right?" Jazz laughed at him and shook his head at the young mech.
"Just get the stuff you need. Oh, and don't believe everything that Sentinel tells you about Earth. The organics there aren't going to hurt ya." Axel smiled and nodded.
"Okay, got it. I think sometimes he puffs everything up to try and make up for the fact that he really isn't all that great. I mean he constantly compares Optimus Prime to himself, it makes me wonder if he doesn't actually think Optimus is better than him." Jazz looked at Axel and laughed nodding.
"You're closer to the truth than you know there, Axel. Anyway, I'll met you at the docks in twelve mega cycles got it?" Axel nodded and perked up.
"All right I'll see you there!" Jazz smiled at him and left the young mod designer to begin packing. Looking around, Axel smiled and left some of his work to other mod designers, ones that could be accomplished by anyone, while downloading his more pressing and important work onto his D.I.V.E. System. He paused when he came across the armor he had designed for his brother and frowned.
~Prowl...~ he thought to himself as he downloaded that as well onto the system. Perhaps he could make another mod set for his brother once he returned from his trip. Fifty vorns was a long time, though, for Prowl and the crew of the Ark to be out on a simple repair mission. Silently he wondered if his older brother would ever come back.
"Hey Axel!" a chipper voice called from the doorway. Turning around he saw the young cleaning mech, Bluestreak in the doorway.
"Hey Bluestreak, how are things with you?" The silver and blue mech was Ultra Magnus', as far as Axel knew. Whether by commission, adoption or sparking, he didn't know. Axel had heard the rumors that Bluestreak was found and adopted by Ultra Magnus about one hundred vorns ago after Bluestreak's original creator was killed in a skirmish. Axel knew the pain of loosing his creators, it was only a few vorns difference between when his creators were killed and Bluestreak was found. Bluestreak though, seemed to be completely ignorant to who his creators really were, and so Axel figured he was far better off than he was. Blue had Ultra Magnus watching over him, he was very lucky.
"Not bad really. Jazz told me that you were going to Earth, pretty exciting huh? Wish I could go. He's told me a lot about it, as well as some stuff about his mate who stays there." Axel chuckled at the young mech who seemed to worm his way into everyone's spark. Axel thought of him as a close friend and wished that the younger mech could go with him as well.
"Yeah, I doubt Ultra Magnus would let you though. He seems really protective of you." Bluestreak nodded in agreement to Axel's words.
"Yeah tell me about it. Maybe he'll let me be a Currier though, both Jazz and Blurr said I'm really fast. Jazz even said that I might give Blurr a run for his money one day!" Bluestreak paused and looked at the mop bucket in front of him and shifted quietly worrying his lip.
"Something on your mind, Blue?"
"Uh...yeah...actually there is. I was wondering if...if you would bring me something back from Earth. Maybe two things? There's someone who I want to give it to." Axel raised an optic ridge at him before smiling and chuckling.
"Sure, I'll try to remember to get you something. That's pretty cool that you have a friend. Anything in particular you want me to get?" Bluestreak brightened and his eyes shone in their eerie white-blue way.
"Oh anything! It doesn't matter to me! Thanks so much!" The smaller mech jumped over and hugged Axel, causing both of them to loose their balance and fall backwards. Axel's black D.I.V.E. visor popped down over his optics blocking his view before he pushed it up onto his head. Laughing warmly he hugged the young one back. He really did love the little guy, just as he loved his older brother.
"I promise. I'll find something...what does Jazz say? Solid, yeah." The two laughed and Bluestreak got up helping the taller mech up. Blue stared up at Axel gratefully before hearing Sentinel holler from down the hall.
"Eep! Sorry, I gotta go. Sentinel needs me to clean out the barracks down in the Academy," Bluestreak said before adding softly; "Even though it's his job." Axel laughed and waved as Bluestreak left.
"Bye Bluestreak! Take care of yourself while I'm gone! Don't get into too much trouble!"
****
As Prowl finished his meditation, he closed and locked the door and looked over at the small incense burner that Sari had gotten for him. It was elegant and at the same time simple. It was a Chinese style dragon, which was a symbol of luck and prosperity along with wisdom, holding a yin and yang pendant in it's claws. It was laying upon it's back it's belly concave so that the ashes of the stick incense had somewhere to go. It's gaping mouth had a small hole where one would put the stick incense in. Walking over he knelt down and carefully pulled out a pack of stick incense.
Although almost all Cybertronians believed in Primus, each had their own ritual to pray to Him. Prowl at first was uninspired to do anything but pray in the manor of his creators a simple muttered word in a silent room. After arriving on Earth, though, he found an attraction to the eastern style of prayer from Japan and China, mostly because Sari introduced him to the cultures because of his ninjitsu fighting.
He hadn't taken the time to sift through the scents to see which would spark memories of his family, so he gently took each type of incense out and laid them out. Closing his optics he picked up one of each scent and allowed it to drift into his olfactory sensors.
The first scent was the scent of pines and cedar. Almost immediately it triggered a memory of Camshaft, his mech creator. He was always a clean freak, and on more than one occasion nearly scrubbed the paint off of Prowl's armor when he got into the oil slicks around their home. He chuckled at the memory but put the stick back.
The second was spicy, hot and comforting. It immediately reminded him of his mate. He opened his one optic. Cinnamon. He took another deep breath of the scent, reminding him of those two weeks that he and Jazz had met and almost immediately taken to each other. He quickly put the stick down and calmed down. He would have to burn that scent when Jazz came back. A sly smile crossed his face before he shut his optics down and reached for the next stick.
Lavender was the next, he could identify it immediately. The scent reminded him of his brother Axel. Another smile crossed his face as he thought of the one time that Axel had taken apart Diverain's one mod to see how it worked. Their creators nearly burst a gasket at the mess he had made. The memory was one of the last times that they had together as a family. Diverain scolded Axel for well onto a half an hour, causing the youngling to cry and apologize profusely and begged to not be punished. Their femme creator had a change of heart and didn't punish him instead, she accepted his apology and said that next time she was to do with with someone else around to help, in case it was dangerous.
Placing the stick of lavender incense back, Prowl moved to the last one. The scent was robust and thick and screamed of Diverain. Although a femme seeker, Prowl always thought she smelled like a metal worker just come back from the forge. Opening his optics and looking at the stick, the scent was that of Dragon's Blood. Fighting back the pain of loss once again, Prowl reached up and removed his visor, hiding nothing from Primus as he lit the incense, blew it out and placed it into the dragon's mouth.
Prowl's optics were a blueish purple, a common optic color for Abominations. It was rare, but his own brother had managed to have blue optics like Camshaft. Prowl frowned thinking back to how it was common to call creators by their names. Being engulfed into an alien culture that calls their creators by nicknames, such as mother, father, mommy, daddy and so on, Prowl found his parents' names dishonorable in his mouth.
"Primus below Cybertron's homely crust, hear my prayer and grant my...mother," Prowl smiled it was a warm feeling giving that title to his femme creator. "Grant my mother safe passage into your loving arms and into the well of All Sparks. May she find peace from the world that so cruelly took her from her sons and her bonded. Also may you guide my brother through troublesome times and protect him from those who would harm him who are out of my reach, and may you help those who would hunt the children of loving pairs of Autobot and Decepticon heritage to see that we are not Abominations, but sparks willing to love and be loved." He paused again and continued. "Guide Jazz to me in his times of need, and please let him be open to what I am so that our relationship can be without secrets and deception. Primus below listen to my prayer and bring peace to Cybertron, Earth and every home and hearth in which Cybertronian or Human sparks lay." Bowing his head he allowed the Dragon's Blood incense to burn. He sat back upon his heels and rubbed at his optics. It was strange looking at the world without the blue tint of his visor, but he relished the pure colors when he could. Standing Prowl looked up into the sky as the sun was reaching close to 11 o'clock. Replacing his visor he exited his room allowing the incense to burn itself out.
"Going somewhere Prowl? I just got here." Sari looked up at the motorcycle-bot and smiled. She tilted her head as if picking up on his emotions even with his visor on. "Something wrong?" Prowl smiled at her and shook his head slowly.
"Nothing that I can change I'm afraid. I'm just going out on a drive. I'll probably go to the forest or to the nature reserve island in Lake Erie. I need to 'stretch my wings' as the saying goes." Sari nodded and smiled.
"Okay, but you better come back before two! I want to have a twister tournament and you're really good!" Prowl smiled at the young girl and nodded.
"Of course, I will be back before then." Transforming, Prowl activated his holographic driver and drove out of the warehouse.
"Okay! Have fun!"
****
Jazz looked through his small apartment and frowned. He wasn't sure what he wanted to bring with him to Earth for the crew. He picked up a few music programs for Sari and Bumblebee, knowing that the two young ones would enjoy the latest musical compositions. For Bulkhead he figured he would have to get some arc welders of artistic quality, which meant heading into lower Iacon. That wouldn't be too bad he could pick up some medical equipment for Ratchet as the medic was low on a lot of his tools. For Optimus it seemed that something involving history would be a good idea. Yet the white and black samurai was having trouble coming up with something that his lover would appreciate.
"Well, I have a few mega cycles left before I meet Axel, might as well get going," he said to himself before pocketing some of his copies of the latest music into his subspace. Leaving his rather modest home near the dojo where he worked and trained himself and his students, Jazz transformed into his earth mode and drove off toward lower Iacon.
The first stop on his list was to a small supply store for both medical and artistic quality welders below an apartment complex. Transforming he walked in and looked around. Along with welders of every type and kind available were scrap pieces of metal and a few weapons that would require higher authority and identification to purchase. Walking over to what looked to be a spear he noticed a familiar mark of the maker. He pushed up his visor reveling his spindle shaped optics and inspected the energy-spear closer.
"Oh hey! Sorry didn't hear the bell," came a thick Kaon accent that sounded like a combination of New York and Jewish from Earth. Jazz looked up as the owner came out and smiled. He didn't know that Wheeljack had a side business away from his work with the Elite Guard.
"Hey 'Jack! Man you must be busy between your work at the lab, and here." Wheeljack shrugged and chuckled walking over to the young mech.
"It's not that bad, some of my kids help out with the shop," Wheeljack said with a smile as his mask was removed for the moment.
"Yeah so hey, I was wondering if you have any high grade artistic arc welders and a medical grade plasma." Wheeljack took a moment to think before going back into the stock room and coming out with several models of each.
"Gotta say it's a strange order from you, Jazz. Red send you on another supply run or something?" The old engineer smiled as Jazz looked them over.
"Actually they're supplies and gifts for the mechs on Earth. The one mech Bulkhead is getting into metal working art and he keeps having to borrow the medic's welders. Figured I'd get him a few welders of his own." Wheeljack chuckled and nodded in understanding.
"Med grade arch welders aren't as good as the ones for artists. They can be a little touchy."
"Yeah, Ratchet is low on welders since their crash landing so I figure they could use some of the more advanced welders." Jazz looked at one of the high quality medical grade plasma welders carefully checking the power levels. Wheeljack froze slightly and looked at the young mech.
"Did...you say Ratchet?" Jazz looked up and nodded frowning.
"Yeah, you know him?"
"Know him? He's my mate! Primus I was worried something happened to him! Is he okay?" Jazz stood in shock for a moment at Wheeljack's worried look.
"Yeah he's fine, kinda crotchety but he's okay. He's really low on a lot of supplies and is making the best of the equipment he's got and the stuff on Earth. I figured he was bonded but I never thought it was to you." Jazz smiled a bit as Wheeljack relaxed at the information.
"Sounds like he's okay. And don't worry about buying the med grade ones, I can actually give you some of his equipment he had here in our apartment." Jazz blinked and smiled.
"You sure? I mean I got the cash so it's no biggy." Wheeljack shook his head and went back into the storeroom calling for one of his and Ratchet's children.
"No don't worry about it, Jazz. Ratch needs the tools and he needs the best," Wheeljack said as a young mech about the age of Jazz came in.
"Hey First Aid," Jazz said to the young medic.
"Hey Jazz. Here's Ratchet's tools, Jack. Oh, Jazz can you say hi to Ratch for us?" he asked with a smile. Jazz smiled.
"No problem, I would have earlier if I had known that Jack was his bonded. Thanks Jack," Jazz said looking to the engineer.
"Like you said, no biggy. The art grade welders are sixty creds total." Jazz took out the creds and put them in Wheeljack's hand. First Aid had gone back into the back room before reappearing with a data pad.
"Oh Jazz! Before you go can you give this to Orion...er Optimus for me?" Jazz took the data pad and raised an optic ridge. "He's our older brother. I picked it up a copy of the latest history vids for him at the public systems." Jazz smiled and nodded.
"Sure thing! Thanks again guys!" Placing the art welders carefully in his subspace hold along with the data pad and the medical kit. Waving to them he transformed and headed off toward the public systems to get some history vids for Optimus as well.
Having procured the gifts for four fifths of the crew on Earth, Jazz finally made his way to his master's home where he sold many Circuit-Su and Metallikato materials. Walking into the simple home Jazz bowed to his master as he came out.
"Jazz! What a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you since graduation to the Elite Guard," the mech said.
"Master Beachcomber, it's a pleasure to see you again too. I'm sorry I haven't stopped by more often, but it's been slag with the Decepticons poppin' up more and more lately," Jazz said taking Beachcomber's offered hand. He was a blue and white small mech about the size of Bumblebee, maybe a bit taller. Although past his prime, but no where near as old as Ratchet or Ultra Magnus, Beachcomber still had a strong grip.
"I understand that well enough. And you don't have to call me Master anymore. After all you yourself have become a Master to the next group of Autobot cyber-ninjas. What can I do for you?" he asked his visor shinning in interest. Jazz smiled and shrugged.
"You deserve the title, 'Comber. But as for why I'm here, I'm here to get a gift for my mate." Beachcomber looked up at the white ninja and laughed.
"Primus Jazz! I thought you'd never bond!" he said smiling. "What are they like? Tell me." Jazz chuckled and rubbed his head.
"Well we're not bonded yet, but Prowl's a fellow ninja. He's something else really..." Jazz smiled thinking of the black and gold ninja on earth. Beachcomber smiled as well and nodded.
"Prowl...the name sounds familiar to me. Anyway, what are you looking for?" he asked smiling at Jazz. His former student looked around before smiling.
"Well I was thinking if you have a copy of 'History of Metallikato' I might get it for him. He's mentioned to me that he wasn't able to study up on the whole history to his liking." Beachcomber smiled and nodded heading around to a bookshelf and taking down a very old copy of the book.
"Now I remember that name. Prowl was one of the top students in Razerwire's classes. I always wondered what happened to him after that incident at the tournament. Razerwire was hoping that he would become a sensei once he became a master. Here, this is one of Razerwire's extra copies." Jazz blinked in curiosity as he took the old data pad but smiled and shook off the questions he had in his head. As Jazz reached to pay for the data pad, Beachcomber stayed his hand. "I need no payment, Jazz. Consider it a gift to the student of my master. I know Prowl will care for it well."
"Thank you, Master. I can't thank you enough." Beachcomber chuckled and shook his head.
"Just promise me that you will try to convince Prowl to finish his training. He broke Razerwire's spark when he disappeared after the tournament. If he cannot finish it here, then I know you will teach him well." Jazz blinked and smiled bowing deeply to his sensei.
"I promise I will. The martial arts are beginning to fade in the lime light. M'just glad I got the chance to be taught by the best." Beachcomber laughed warmly and patted Jazz upon the shoulder.
"You still have a silver tongue, Jazz. Now go, I can tell you have places to be. May the sun always rise to your call," Beachcomber said, giving Jazz his blessing.
"And may the moon always brighten your night." Jazz finished before heading off cradling the data pad carefully.
****
The soft waves that lapped up at the side of the lake freighter had lulled Prowl into a state of near sleep. His head was starting to lower to his chest but he quickly shook himself awake. He had promises to keep and it wouldn't do to arrive half asleep. Yawning and putting a hand to his mouth Prowl looked to the island that the freighter was about to dock at and smiled. He knew that the Dinobots were looking forward to his visit just as much as Prowl was.
"All right, we're here, Prowl. Need me to stick around?" the captain of the ship said. Prowl smiled and shook his head.
"No it'll be all right. I'll be here for some time, and I know you have a shipment to run to Lake Ontario." Prowl carefully payed the captain a few hundred dollars, enough to pay for the fuel he used for the trip, as well as extra for time and services, and disembarked.
"All right, you be careful! Rumor has it there's been a lot of strange happenings on this island lately." Prowl nodded his appreciation for the warning as the large freighter began to pull out of the wooden dock. Walking into the woods that surrounded the island Prowl paused and reached into the subspace pack upon his back, taking out a container that rattled at the movement. Opening it he checked it's contents and resisted the urge to snack on the energon goodies himself. He paused realizing that he had just opened a container of strong smelling treats that no one with a heightened sense of smell, or otherwise, would resist. He carefully observed his surroundings.
"Well, I give them thirty seconds before I'm ambushed..." he said with a chuckle before he heard and felt the heavy trampling steps of the two land based Dinobots.
"Found him!" Swoop cried from above diving down and playfully snapping his claws at the container. Prowl laughed and dodged the lackluster grab.
"You know the rules Swoop! Everyone has to be here first!" He didn't have to wait long before Grimlock and Slag, he had changed his name yet again thankfully this time he liked his name, charged through the brush.
"Give treats now!" Slag cried huffing and puffing in his dinosaur form. Prowl gave the triceratops a look and the massive bot shifted. "Please?" he offered grinning as much as he could. Grimlock rolled his optics and sniffed at Prowl's hand.
"You later than usual, cycle-bot. What keep you so long?" Prowl opened the container again handing each of the Dinobots one of the energon goodies before putting one in his own mouth, the container going into subspace again.
"Family issues, I'm afraid." Prowl said around a bite of the stick. The Dinobots transformed and walked with Prowl toward their usual nesting area near the base of the man made mountain. Swoop was practically skipping, sucking upon the stick as if it were a lolly pop. Both Prowl and Grimlock preferred biting the stick into pieces to suck on or chew. Slag simply shoved the whole thing into his mouth and ground it down slowly as he did with anything he ate.
"What kind of issues?" Grimlock asked looking down at the bot that came up to his hip. When they arrived at their 'nesting place' as Swoop had dubbed it, Prowl sat upon a nearby fallen tree as the others got comfortable.
"Complex issues." He said before taking off his visor. The three Dinobots had gotten used to the color of his optics, and promised that they wouldn't tell anyone, not even Bulkhead, when he visited, about it. They didn't know the reasoning behind the optic colorization, but it wouldn't make a difference either way to them, Prowl was a friend and their teacher in a way.
"Little yellow bot get in trouble again?" Swoop offered sitting upon a rock his legs crossed under him. Slag sat on the ground silent and brooding as usual while Grimlock plopped down nearby leaning up against the only tree that could support his weight.
"No, not Bumblebee. One of my creators..." Prowl frowned trying to find the right wording for the three young bots. "My femme creator was taken off line." Although Grimlock and Slag didn't understand right away, it was clear that Swoop did as he froze and furrowed his brows.
"You mean..." Swoop stumbled for the word trying to remember the data pads that he had stumbled across in the Ark. "Them spark gone?" he said, giving up on finding a more elegant word. Prowl had found out about Swoop's interest in medical things and had allowed him to read some of the medical data pads that were still in the Ark. The pterasaur was quick to pick up reading as well as the information.
"Yes, her spark was extinguished." The three Dinobots fell into silence, understanding what it meant to be without a spark.
"Us sorry for loss." Grimlock said before going back to chewing on his stick. "So what on lesson plan today?" Prowl was glad for the Dinobots' short attention span on dark things and quickly thought up about what to teach the three today. Finally the ninja smiled.
"I believe after my training session with Swoop, we'll work on silence and stalking." The Dinobots exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. They always knew that they had time to think over the lesson plan while Swoop helped Prowl with flight maneuvers. The day would be entertaining to say the least.
****
Longarm watched as the shuttle holding Jazz and Axel took off. He sighed and turned to the paperwork covering his desk. He had yet to decode the full details of Axel's history and it was taking more time than he was liking. He had discovered that the file had been changed and large sections of it had been encoded or changed, specifically about his creators' deaths and who they were. So far the file had proved nothing but aggravating. He suspected that the file was mostly, if not entirely, fabricated. Sighing the Decepticon covert agent turned to the computer system and began going through the information that had been taken down when Axel joined the lower levels of the Elite Guard. Most of the information was medical, such as spark energy, energy signature and fluid type. Longarm leaned closer looking over the spark energy readouts. Essentially a Cybertronian version of a genetic make-up, Longarm knew that the answer to his questions and frustrations lay in getting that information and testing it to find Axel's, and by extension Prowl's, creators.