Caminus

Windblade went to LightBrite and Hot Shot for some advice. All the training procedures are at odds against the pass Data-Traks have. He disappeared for 4 million years and was captive of some bizarre nanite sentient species. Data-Traks have a passion for equality and used his ability to bypass security systems to help out the less fortunate. He even was willing train Mirage as his protégé in hacking.

"Finding out about training procedures?" ask Light Brite.

Caminus is at peace tranquility which is not common on Cybertron. WindBlade consider the answer for a moment before answering. "I ran across a mech that hear and sense Metro-Plex."

"Your trying to admit him to academy?" ask LightBrite "I suppose the trauma of the Combiners awaken the abilities."

"No he had never seen a combiner." Spoke Windblade "He is from Cybertron not Caminus."

"Where is he now?" ask Litebrite

"Ironhide and Chromia taken him out driving." Spoke Windblade.

Cybertron

It had been a long time since Data-Traks drove in his alternate form he almost forgot what it feel about. He watch as Chromia maneuver in her alternate mode. She is graceful as she is deadly. Her relationship reminded him of Ricochet.

"Are you two close?" ask Data-Traks

"No City-Speaker." Answer Chromia

"You can call me Data-Traks." Spoke the Praxian.

"Out here we are your bodyguards, Traks." Spoke Ironhide as he rev his engine. "I notice you were able to track down Ricochet."

"Heh it had been a long time since I saw you 'Hide." Spoke Data-Traks "Speaking of old times how is Mirage doing?"

"Well I guess." Answer IronHide gruffly "He took your hacking lessons to spark."

Chromia listen to bantar and realize that the City-Speaker is more relax. It went against her programming to treat the City-Speaker informally. Ironhide had to convince the mech to go out on a drive with him. Windblade wanted Data-Traks to go to Caminus to training and even arrange a meeting with LiteBrite.

Caminus

LiteBrite listen carefully to how Data-Traks past was. "Windblade, the mech had been through traumatic experience it might not be advisable to remove him from the secure environment he is now."

"Secure environment." Spoke Windblade

"The group as distasteful as they are the Scavengers." Spoke LiteBrite calmly. "Gave him a sense of safety and security, Data-Traks, probably never even consider the ability to speak to the Titans as a gift but as a curse."

"What do I do?" ask Windblade

"Bring him here." Answer LiteBrite

Maccadain Oil House

It was routine patrol, Ricochet noted, the Decepticon Sector has some unusual activity that this sector did not they were rebuilding there portion of the city. Making things that are damage by the war work and slowly as a result is creating new infrastructure. A maroon silver trim Praxian encourage to find the parts outside of New Iacon. Post war was interesting time Ricochet agreed to be partnered with Barricade.

Blurr told him that Ironhide wishes to speak to him about Data-Traks. It was sore subject for Ricochet he fell for that Mech like no one else.

"I didn't think you show your mug here." Spoke Ironhide

"Ironhide." Spoke Barricade

"Still have a thing for Praxians." Spoke Ironhide in a smirk

"Somethings change and somethings don't" spoke Ricochet coolly

"I am sure you heard of the Scavengers." Spoke Ironhide

"Scuttlebut that group of the Decepticons are not the greatest." Spoke Barricade "They are mostly harmless and more danger to themselves."

"That is honest assessment." Spoke Ironhide "But the Scavengers had two Autobots in tow. "

"High caliber prisoners?" ask Ricochet

"In all honesty I would not call the Autobots prisoners." Spoke Ironhide "They helped the Scavengers survive and continue to do so."

"So who are these Autobots?" ask Barricade

"The first one is well known to us his name Grimlock." Answer Ironhide "The second one is unknown but very few circles know of him his designation is Data-Traks."

Ricochet drop his cube in shock. "He is alive."

"Rico, all you okay?" Ask Barricade in mild concern.

It was not long before Ricochet driving up to Metro-Plex. Misfire was there chatting to Data-Traks on the ledge. The flyer is able to give him a shy smiles. Ricochet can see the sadness in Data-Traks as they spoke.

Misfire is not one formality and etiquette he goes where he wants and did not give frag what other thought of him. People he care about were precious to him and oddly enough it contain two Autobots Grimlock and Data-Traks. So coming to Metro-Plex created some panic among the Autobots. Ironhide and Chromia merely smiled and shrug went back to their business. The chatty Decepticon was not exactly welcome but not un-welcome either.

"So who is the purple flyer." Spoke Ricochet

"His name is Misfire." Spoke Barricade evenly. "Not a good Decepticon."

"Mean a criminal that will betray an Autobot." Spoke Ricochet

"No, just not good at being a warrior." Snorted Barricade "I think peace time will suit him better than the warrior he killed more Decepticons than Autobots. See he already forgot he is a Decepticon again."

"So long as yer okay, Traks…." Spoke Misfire in a grin. "Man your designation must suck, pinhead, it does not even lend itself to a nickname. Data is so boring. I could call Ful which is not so bad."

"I don't require a nickname." Spoke Data-Traks after long monologue about nick names.

"Is it about the Neutrals?" ask Misfire again

"The ones that betrayed me." Spoke Data-Traks

"Yeah them." Spoke Misfire "I tell you what Traks is I will go all Decepticon on them and you can be the Autobot."

"Misfire that won't be necessary the neutrals were all deactivated 4 million years ago by the Collective."

"Why?" ask Misfire in a small voice

It was memories that Data-Traks could do without. Collective or Hive decided that the Cybertronians were nothing more than machines and that.

"Hello Data-Traks." Spoke a familiar voice whose drawl is unforgettable.

"Ricochet." Spoke the Praxian door wings tremble