Chapter two! :) Enjoy! Still haven't reached plot yet...the time is not right. It comes in chaps 6/7. The first five just explain how the situation arises, however, I strongly suggest that you read them.

I'm sorry if the paragraph spacing is a little odd and for the gaps in some dialogues, I tried at least three times to fix it, but nothing helped.

DISCLAIMER:

I am no different from everyone else. I do not rule the world. I do not own Transformers.

Chapter two- Revenge and Sacrifice

On the elite guard ship….

"Comeoncomeocanthisthinggoany fasterhurryitupalreadyit'sbeenmegacyclessincewe'veleftthe

groundandwe'restillnotoutoftheatmosphere ! Youshouldhavejustletmegoalon eorleftmeheretoexplore

EarthsomemorebecauseIdidn'tgettoevenseehalfoftheplanet likeIwantedandnowwe'realreadygoingback

toCybertronandit'llbevornsbeforeweevengettoth espacebridge!"

Sentinel sighed. Sometimes- namely about every ten seconds- he wished that he could weld the little bot's mouth shut.

"For the millionth time, Blurr, I have no clue as to what in Primus you just said, but if you don't shut up and stop running all over the walls I'm gonna personally slap the strongest pair of stasis cuffs I can find on your wrists. And then I would leave you like that until we reach Cybertron, you malfunctioning glitch!"

Sentinel had long since given up on trying to comprehend what the blue intelligence agent was saying; more than half the time it wasn't even worth the effort of listening. The Jet twins, however, had taken full advantage over this ignorance and had made it their goal to learn both Cyblurrtronian and Blurrish to act as personal translators. Considering the amount of material they had to work with, it was easy to make Blurr "agree" with everything they said.

"Blurr said that he would enjoy it if he was being left on Earth. Jetfire and I could stay with him and be keeping him out of…trouble." Jetfire caught on even before his brother had started speaking.

"Yes! And we can be watching the silly Prime's team as well! That way we can make sure that he is following your orders, and you can be having a break from Blurr and my brother!" Said mechs glared at him with the intent to kill. Jetfire ignored them. All three turned and looked at Sentinel with pleading optics.

Sentinel tried to look away from the big, glowing optics of Jetfire and Blurr, only to turn and find that Jetstorm had somehow been able to pull off an adorable puppy-bot visor. Sentinel relented.

"Fine, but only if you—,"

BANG!

"Yo, dogs, wouldja boogie on over here and help me pilot this thing?" Jazz called from the cockpit with a hint of worry lacing his usually laid-back tone. "You Jet cats are good fliers, right? 'Cause I think we just lost half of the right wing."

"Hey guys, I'm back. So wha'd I miss?" The team groaned. "Fine then. I catch the bad guy, dump him in jail, come home, and THIS is my hero's welcome?" Bumblebee muttered. He watched Prowl and Ratchet carefully, looking for any signs of emotion. The ninjabot's faceplates held no a trace of humor, although that didn't tell him much. With Prowl you never know. Ratchet was still sporting his "facial hair". He was napping

"I'm going back to my room." Nobody heard him. He shrugged, did a 360 degree scan for Sari, and upon failing to find the young human, made his way to his room. He needed to play Ninja Gladiator.

Pushing aside the metal door, he stepped into the cluttered room and after tripping over to the berth, grabbed his video game controller and turned on the console.

Four and a half hours later…

"Man! I've done this level THREE times and I'm still FAILING!" He made an attempt to throw down the controller. His servo was still clutching the device. He tried to release his fingers. Nothing happened. He then tried to pry his fingers from it by sitting cross-legged and scraping the edge of his pede against his fingers. Only his thumbs could move. The rest remained where they were and wouldn't budge. Panic starting to form in the back of his processor, he stood and yanked his servos in opposite directions an effort to dislodge the controller. It was as if he had been welded to the plastic.

"Oh slag."

"We've got Screamer on our tail, flanked by three clone dogs! Steering's out ad we're losin' altitude faster than Blurr could say Cybertron!"

"It must be human military. Starscream can't be following us Jazz, because THERE ARE NO DECEPTICONS ON EARTH!"

"Tell that to our wing, radar, and my optics! Go have a look out there yourself if ya don't believe me!"

"ItoldhimthatIsawDecepticonsb utwouldhebelieveme?NO!HesaidthatIhadaprocessormalf unctionfromtalkingtoOptimus'steam,butItoldhimIdidn'tandhadseenthemandhestilldid n'tbelieveme!Maybehe'll learnthatwhenanotherbottells himsomething,maybeitwoulddohimgoodtoliste n!" A moment later his faceplates reddened when he realized what he had said. The Jet twins stared in shock. Sentinel growled and was about to order him to be suspended from duty, but Jazz interrupted him.

"Chill, mech! We got much bigger problems on our hands! It looks like the 'Cons have retreated, probably those guys think we're scrapped! We're gonna crash-land somewhere south of Detroit!"

Sentinel assessed the situation and ordered his crew, "Get into the emergency stasis pods! Stat!"

"But Sentinel Prime, sir, there are only four stasis pods! We weren't expecting to be picking up Blurr, we're one pod short!" Jetstorm protested.

"We'll just have to work with what we have and deal with it! Jazz, radio a…d-d-distress call to Optimus's team." Sentinel said, then stepped into one of the stasis pods. Jetstorm and Jetfire looked at Jazz, who was still at the controls, trying frantically to pull the ship up.

"You 'bots are too valuable to lose, dig! You two go in, I'll be fine!" The twins made uncertain eye contact, and then stepped back into the pods. They were sealed in with a hiss. Jazz looked for the other autobot. He heard something behind him and spun around, just as a blue flash tried to make an escape.

"Blurr, come on, you gotta get in the pod!" He snagged the bot by the scruff of the neck as he tried to dart around him. After retrieving the speedster from his mission, Jazz and his ninja-reflexes had grown accustomed to grabbing the air far in front of Blurr and coming back with a servo full of wriggling metal.

"Nonononononononono!" He struggled in the larger mech's grip as he was carried to the stasis pod.

"Blurr, you gotta get in the pod! Now! That's an order! And I'm not one for giving orders!" He made another attempt to force the smaller mech into the pod.

"Crash landing imminent. Impact in five…"

Blurr wriggled from Jazz's grasp and ran around him. He used his speed and momentum to try to shove Jazz into the stasis pod. "GetinthepodJazzareyoumalfunc tioningyoucouldbekilled!"

"Four…"

The silver Autobot stood his ground and reached behind him to seize the high-energy bot by the waist.

"Three…"

Hitting reverse, Blurr evaded the attempt and suddenly kicked into high-gear. In an instant, he would ram into Jazz and said mech wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

"Two…"

Blurr hit Jazz at near super-sonic speed…and kept on going. He hit the back of the empty pod behind Jazz with a thud. It closed and sent the resistant blue mech into stasis. Jazz chuckled and turned off his hologram projector. He braced himself for impact.

"One."

Everything went black.