Title: Messages from the grave!

Chapter 4 - What is this?

'...blah...' normal talking.

'...'blah'...' ghost talking/flashback talking

Note: No connection of this chapter to 'Black and White Autobot family'!

Autobot headquarters...

The next day...

Stealth was up and early before everyone else. He headed straight to Teletraan 1, and looked at the security cameras. He saw Jazz recharging peacefully in his chamber, but the papers on his desk caught his optic.

'Dam. He knows about it. He knows about that weapon!'

'Stealth?'

Stealth turned around to find Bluestreak standing there, very sleepish.

'Sorry Blue. Did I wake you?'

'No... I wondered of the time.'

Stealth checks the time, and responds 'Way early. Go get some rest, ok.'

Bluestreak nodded, and walks away.

Stealth sighed. 'That was close.' He looks back at the security cameras, but flinches. In his chamber, a faint mist appears beside his desk. He peers closely, and suddenly a white face pops up on the screen.

Stealth was so startled, he falls back on his feet. Looking back up at the screen, it was gone, alone with the mist.

'I'm hallucinating.' he assured himself, but stayed there, drew his gun, looking all around him.

Jazz was recharging peacefully on his berth.

At the door, mist came through the keyhole, and into the room, filling it up.

Jazz didn't stir, until a hand reached out, gently patting him on the shoulder.

Jazz shot up off the berth, onto the floor, and look around. No one.

'Prowl!' he called out.

'Over here.'

Jazz turned around to see Prowl standing by the wall of Jazz's desk, pointing to the portrait covering the crack in the wall from his punch earlier.

'Oh... Sorry 'bout that Prowler.'

He watched as Prowl turned around with his back to him, and walks through the wall to his office. Jazz took the chance to enter the room, aware Stealth wasn't there, and so he enters.

Prowl points to the mirror on the wall, and holds out a can. Jazz stares and sprays the stuff over the mirror, and notices drawing marks, with weird Cybertronian codes written on it.

'What is this?' Jazz asks.

Prowl sits on the end of his desk. 'Praxien language. My language. Only Praxiens understand it.'

'Why show to me and no one else?'

'I cannot say, just yet...'

'Why not?'

'Because of him!'

'Stealth?'

'Yes.'

'Why?'

'He's watching on the security cameras right now.'

-Stealth, in the rec room, watching Teletraan 1, growled, as he saw Prowl point at the camera, and Jazz look up at it-

'What has he done?'

'You'll find out along the way. I cannot reveal anymore till' Prowl intimidates a move of some sort to Jazz.

'Fine.'

'Find me later...'

Prowl disappears, leaving Jazz with so many questions.

Why is Prowl still coming here? What was he doing before he died? What has it got to do with Stealth? - Were just some of his questions.

Jazz heads back to his room, and pulled out the papers. First he took his gun, and shot the cameras in his and Prowl's offices. Going over the report of 'Steal-Thind' he looks back at the point he highlighted. 'Causing considerable damage to the home of Lord Proton and Lady Luna...'

Jazz knew Prowl wanted revenge for losing his mum that day, but he hadn't opened his optics yet, so he had no idea of who had caused the fire. How could he know?

Jazz continued scanning through the files, having constant flashbacks of him and Prowl...

Jazz knocks on Prowl's office. The door was already opened, so he enters and finds no one there.

He walks over to Prowl's desk, and notices on his datapad screen, 'Convicted Criminals'. The name 'Steal-Thind' was shown.

'Looking down my stuff?'

Jazz flinched, and turned around seeing Prowl standing there. 'Sorry Prowler. Just curious... Uh... The datapad you wanted.'

Prowl walks to his desk and takes the datapad. 'Thanks.'

'Prowler. Why you looking up a Steal-Thind?'

Prowl looks at the door making sure no one would come near, and he leans forward. 'Just between you and me... He's the loser of a s*** who erupted mum and dad's home into flames! He's a riot leader! A ruthless Decepticon! But he cares about himself, no one else!'

'Whoa Prowler. Police line, don't cross.'

'Jazz! This! Is! SERIOUS! I've searched millions of years for this s***! I hope to catch him myself, and, I'm only telling you this, I want him to suffer. If he is killed, then he feels no pain, if he is alive, then he feels the pain and suffers! I want him to suffer, alive!'

'Ok. Calm down Prowler.'

'Sorry about that Jazz. I'm just SSSOOO destined to make him suffer for killing my mother! She suffered the flames, now I want him to feel what she felt.

'Prowler. I'm sure your mum didn't want you to cause that sort of pain on anyone.'

Prowl didn't respond. 'Leave my office.'

The next time Jazz went near Prowl's office, he went inside with a datapad, and found the papers reading 'IMPORTANT'.

'Prowl, what are you doing?' he asked.

'These papers, among them are the convicted criminals of the last millenium. Plus secret documents of a prototype Optimus asked me to keep the code secured.'

'Let me guess, about who?'

Prowl looked up at him, then to the papers, before snatching them. 'Steal-Thind the s***!''

It was the last words he heard from Prowl, before he left Moon base 1 with Ironhide, Ratchet and Brawn.

As soon as Jazz heard he had died by the Decepticons, his only concern was not knowing what Prowl was up to.

Jazz regretted not knowing what the prototype was, and what Prowl was really up to, but he hoped he'd find out soon.

He remembered what Prowl said.

'Among them, are secrets documents of a prototype...'

A prototype of what?

Jazz scanned the files, and came across a small datapad. Scanning the text, in Praxien language, he couldn't understand it. Somehow, the only 2 who could help were Proton and Bluestreak. Proton had returned to Cybertron for law business and business about leadership, so it was all down to Bluestreak.

He would find Bluestreak later when he was awake, but now, it was down to working out why Prowl was looking at OTHER criminals besides Steal-Thind.

He scanned the other reports of convicted criminals.

Case 1: 'Pile-Up, Decepticon spy, lied to join Autobots. Attempted murder of Earth, sentenced to death!'

Earth? Prowl's great grandfather!

He looked at the next report.

Case 2: 'Wind-up, twin of Pile-Up, Decepticon spy, convicted of murder of Crystal.' Prowl's great grandma! 'Sentenced to Death.'

Case 3: 'Aerial Ace, Decepticon, recent Autobot on a mission, convicted of steering ship to lose control, causing the deaths of 7 Autobots, on Shuttle 'Orian Belts'. Proton's ship! 'Sentenced to Death.'

Case 4: 'Fury, Decepticon double agent working for Autobots, passed information on to the Decepticons of Autobots secret weapons, including Prototype ARK1001.' Prototype ARK1001? The prototype for the RailGun cannon, capable of blasting Autobots to dust. 'Prototype ARK1001, used to kill Brillis Magnus, first leader of Autobots! Sentenced to Death.'

Case 5: 'Dynamic, Autobot double agent, worked for Decepticons, wanted to kill all Autobots, threatening to kill Aqua with 'Steal-Thind' and sentenced to the death penalty for killing Lord Hydrid in house fire.' Hydrid, Prowl's grandfather! 'Sentenced to Death.'

'All these criminals were criminals in Prowl's family ancestors!' Jazz gasped. 'Prowler was looking at all those who had caused suffering in his life. And now, Steal-Thind remains, and he won't stop till the family is gone.' Jazz looked up Steal-Thind's profile. 'Dislikes Praxiens.' But why?

So why was Prowl looking up at these convicted criminals in his ancestors' past, but they were all dead now.

Why does Steal-Thind hate Praxiens?

Find out more during the next chapter...

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P.S. I have used photoshop to design a 'book' cover for this story. Check out my deviantart page, and find the book cover in my gallery, titled 'Messages from the GRAVE book cover'.