Sorry this took so long, school recently started and I'm taking advanced classes, blah blah blah. Anyways…Chapter 7 peeps! Ultra Magnus is dead! DUNDUNDUN!

Optimus was in shock. Even though Ultra Magnus was near death just a few days ago, he still hoped the Supreme Autobot commander would pull through.

Only this time, he didn't.

Optimus came to his senses and looked back at the monitor of the Council and Sentinel. Optimus shuddered at Sentinel, his eyes filled with fury and anger and jealousy.

He shook it off and looked at the Council, "I understand, sir."

"I understand sir. This is unacceptable! An Autobot Academy washout can't be Magnus!" Sentinel roared. Optimus cringed a bit.

Here we go again…

"Sentinel, I suggest, you keep quiet." Alpha Trion spoke calmly and then turned his attention back to Optimus.

"Are you actually going to let this insubordinit washout take charge of all of Cybertron?" Sentinel continued. "Your Honor, this matience bot won't even be on Cybertron to take rule! You obviously can't let him stay on that pathetic mudball of a-"

"Hey! Jackass!"

Everyone went quiet and looked to Rebel, who was shooting daggers towards Sentinel.

"Another pet, Optimus?" Sentinel chuckled, "Needed a new team member to replace the-"

"Sentinel, that's enough!" Before Alpha Trion could say anything, another voice rang out. It belonged to Jazz, whose visor filled with rage and fury.

"It's one thing to be insulted and disrespectin' people, but to poke fun of a fallen teammate and friend," his engines revved, "I can't imagine what kind of Autobot would do that."

"Are you accusing me of-"

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Alpha Trion's voice boomed over the speakers of the monitor, leaving the room silent.

"Sentinel, if you had let me finished," The Council leader seemed quite annoyed at this point, "I was going to ask Optimus if he would be willing to come to Cybertron to make a speech."

Optimus sighed, "No offense your Honor, but I got so much work here and I don't think I should leave."

"Optimus," Ratchet walked up to him, eyes filled with understanding.

"I can watch over them. I'm old, not obsolete." He raised an eye at Bumblebee who was snickering a bit to Bulkhead.

Optimus felt torn. For the few hours or even days he would be gone, a lot could go wrong. The people of Detriot could decide to kick them out, or Rebel could end up making Ratchet mad and have him storm out, if Bulkhead could get the Space Bridge running, it could break after he left…There was no telling what could happen.

But he looked at Ratchet, who nodded and looked at the death glare of Sentinel, the same one he gave him the day of their trial after…Archa Seven.

Optimus bit his lip.

Oh to hell with it.

"I'll go."

Sentinel's groan echoed throughout the base and Alpha Trion nodded. "We will be expecting you, Commander."

The monitor turned off and their faces disappeared.

Optimus breathed a sigh of relief and faced his team and examined their faces. Ratchet gave a look of understand along with Arcee and Sari. Bumblebee and Bulkhead just sat in silence, staring at him. Jazz and Rebel on the other hand….were a different story.

Jazz was clenching and unclencthing his fists, the look of anger flashed from his visor, his teeth gritted. Rebel looked up at Optimus and glared. No doubt she was mad, no, furious, with Sentinel as well…

Sentinel slammed his fist into one of the walls of the Stockade. How dare they replace him, the perfect Magnus, for some bot like Optimus! He hated just hearing his name.

"Mute it motormouths!" He screamed as the Decepticons began to slam themselves against the cells that held them captive. Except for Megatron, who sat there in the mist of the chaos, smirking.

"Why are you back, Autobot?" He asked, his condescendin g smirk growing slightly.

"It's my job to watch the prisoners!" He yelled back at the Decepticon leader.

"Hmm…is it really? I would think they would give that job to a more sophisticated Autobot, like… the one who captured me."

Sentinel let out a low growl, "Watch it, Decepti-creep." He turned away from the Decepticon and walked out of the Stockade.

"Jetfire, Jetstorm, I need to go to the security room for a nanoclick or so. Don't let anyone bother me."

"Are you positive this is going to work?" Sumdac questioned, running behind Bulkhead as he started to press some buttons on the keyboard of the Space Bridge controls.

"Yes, Professor I am positive, for the hundredth time." Bulkhead rolled his eyes, countining his work.

Optimus and the rest of his crew sat and watched the two bicker and squabbled here and there, then Sari joined in when she offered her help.

Rebel sat on a crate next to where Jazz was, who still seemed pretty ticked off, from the event just barely a few hours earlier.

She scaled up his arm onto his shoulder and sat there. "Hey, you ok?" No response.

"Hellllooooooo. Earth to Jazz."

"…."

"Lil' mama to Robo-Usher!"

Jazz cracked a small smile and looked to his shoulder. "Hey. Sorry, Rebs. Just kinda-"

"Pissed off?"

"Yeah. I guess you can say that. It's just," Jazz said, "SP had no reason to say that about Prowl. I mean, if I said that about Elita, he'd lose it."

Rebel nodded in agreement, remembering Sari told her about that incident. "Yeah, I can understand the pain of losing a friend or someone that's like a loved one."

She proceeded to tell Jazz about her parents and Jazz's spark cracked a bit.

"Damn, that sucks lil' lady. I'm sorry." Jazz gave a sad smile. Rebel returned the gesture and nodded.

"Yeah, I am too. But, it's ok. The pain we feel today," She pointed to her robotic arm and then pointed to him, "is the strength we feel tomorrow."

He smiled back at her and nodded, "Amen to that sister."

"Alright, Boss-bot, the Space Bridge is up and running." Bulkhead stated and everyone gathered around. "But, it only has enough power to make two trips: Your trip there and the return."

Optimus frowned slightly, "Alright, let's this done and over with." He took the Magnus Hammer from Ratchet and held it tightly.

"Wait! Optimus!"

He turned around and Sari ran to his leg, hugging it, followed by Bumblebee and Bulkhead. Ratchet soon joined in and brought Arcee along.

Jazz and Rebel were the only ones remaining.

"C'mon younging. You're not too 'hip hop' to join in." Ratchet remarked and Rebel cracked a laugh. "Hip Hop is a type of music. I think you mean, 'hip'"

With that, they all joined in a group hug and finally released the Autobot Commander.

"It's time for me to go. I'll be back." Optimus said, hopeing to calm his teammates.

"You better be. I was just starting to like you guys as a team." Rebel smiled.

Optimus chuckled and jumped through the online Space Bridge.

Alpha Trion, Perceptor and Cliffjumper waited by Cybertron's Space Bridge, waiting for Optimus to arrive. Suddenly, strong winds came out of nowhere as the Space Bridge came to life, blue sparks flying as Optimus jumped through and landed in a croucthing position.

"Welcome back to Cybertron, Optimus Magnus."

GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY! The next chapter is going to be even better and I apologize if this is taking a while, but like I said, I got school!