Thundercracker and Remote faced Prime and Prowl. Remote's heartbeat was beating pretty fast while Thundercracker seemed to remain his usual calm self even as he gently held her in his hand and placed her on the ground. In Thundercracker's perspective, this was better then the last time at least since he was beaten up pretty good. And while he seemed all right, he did notice Remote fidgeting a little. He did make her feel a little nervous in the quarters before they were brought out. That and this she was trying to keep herself upright at least. Thundercracker then kept his focus remaining on Prime for the time being.

"Aergon Meede's proclivities were often questionable on the whole. While it was made known he did have his own creation, your life was unknown. Were you always made to be a Seeker?" Prime started off with.

"Yes, Prime, I was." TC replied.

"Did he ever make known to you early on why he did that?"

"He romanticized it when he was sober. How graceful it was and all that. Have you ever met him, Prime?"

"I did once as Orion Pax, but that was so long ago and do recall him trying to romance a femme. I never caught her name."

Optics downcast he knew the name. "Her name was Eliara. She didn't live long after me being made." Remote knew his history and offered him a comforting look.

"I'm sorry for your loss there, Thundercracker." Prime offered.

Straightening his back, he just shrugged it off internally. "It is long ago. As far as I know about my him, I have no clue if he is living or dead since I haven't bothered to check."

"And why not?" Prime inquired then added. "We need to ask these questions, Thundercracker."

"To see if you want to kill me or not? I accept that I will be punished for my crimes, but don't torture her."

Putting his hands up to calm him, Prowl interjected. "No one wants to torture her. Why would you think that?"

"Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine." Getting on his bended knee he placed a hand behind her back. "I haven't hid anything from you, but one thing simply because it isn't something I'm proud of."

"What are you getting at, TC? You can tell me anything." She spoke serenely.

"Last we were on Cybertron, I checked up on him, well from far away and he's alive. He is a little rusty, but he is his old self in spite of it."

"We'll need to talk to him then." Prime announced. Seeing Thundercracker raise himself back up to full height he wasn't surprised he wasn't a fan of that idea. "We have to, Thundercracker, in order to get an idea for ourselves."

"What idea? An idea on why I became a Decepticon when I should of been an Autobot? You think he'll say what you so desire him to say?" TC argued.

"Thundercracker, I know it is uncomfortable, but perhaps it is best to get this over with." Remote interjected softly. "I can tell it makes you uncomfortable, but it is for the best perhaps."

Staring down at her in contemplation, he covered his face with his hand in deep thought as he slowly nodded his head, but when he heard her express her interest in coming he uncovered his face and got back down to the ground. "He's unpredictable at best, Remote, and while Prime and Prowl can defend you I'm weaponless. You've already been through enough already."

Scanning him along with Prime and Prowl's face she saw them agreeing with his assessment of that. Angry she huffed and said in quiet anger. "Are you kidding me? Look, I know what Barricade has done to me, but I'm not going to back down on this. I am going. I know you guys didn't argue with my sisters visiting there, but with me you have your hands up in the air in fright. You guys are pathetic. I understand the concern, but you can't continue to treat me like this."

Staring at her for a bit longer he nodded his head. He knew he shouldn't treat her as a delicate flower regardless what has happened to her. Wishing he can hold her in his arms, he instead placed his digit gingerly against her pale arm. "If they agree you need to stick close especially around my own creator."

"Is he volatile?" Prowl wondered.

"No, but he is quite unpredictable with his mouth."

"I'll hail Omega Supreme to come and take us. I'll allow only your main weapon to be activated again." Prime announced. "Remote I know you won't wander off."

"I won't Prime." She assured him.

Landing next to Iacon, Prime, Prowl, Thundercracker and Remote made their way out of Omega Supreme. The city that was once a glorious beacon was nothing more then its former self as Thundercracker led the way with Remote perched on his shoulder. Even as they made their way close to where he spent his time as a sparkling, he felt pretty vulnerable even if he had one weapon he was able to be used. Remote from what he can discern was observing everything around her as they got closer. When they did, he paused to regroup himself. Who knows after the last time he was here if he was still alive.

Coming beside him, Prime followed his line of sight, and felt he needed to make a comment. "I'm unsure of how you are feeling right now, but this is really necessary."

Thundercracker made no indication he heard him, but he did as he moved forward to the place that really didn't feel like his home. Approaching the door he heard coughing on the other side. Groaning, he stepped aside to lean against the wall. Deep down he felt like a sparkling again afraid to see his old man again. Reaching over to Remote, he gently placed her on the ground as she looked up at him in concern. "There is no telling what will happen, Remote." He grumbled in his baritone voice.

Remote opened up her mouth to respond to that when they all heard the sound of an old voice behind the doors. "Who's there? Who comes to disturb and old man?" Door sliding open revealed an obvious non-seeker grey and brown in tone even if the brown was older rust. Split apart mustache. Narrowed blue optics that had a slight tinge of red in them and what looked to be some sort of cape on him. "I asked a question." He demanded.

Prime seemed a bit taken aback by the appearance but quickly recuperated as he greeted him. "Are you Aergon Meede?"

"Yeah! You are?"

"I am Optimus Prime..."

"Oh yeah leader of the Autobots and blah blah blah blah might as well come inside since I don't feel like anyone else knowing I'm alive." Aergon grumpily spoke as he stomped back inside.

Looking to Prime then Thundercracker, Prowl commented softly. "This will prove interesting." As he followed Prime inside.

"TC?" Remote asked.

"Are you sure, Remote?"

Smiling she replied. "I have dealt with cranky patients in my life so I'm good with this."

Nodding his ascent, he walked in slowly with her behind him. Inside Prime was already speaking to Aergon. "Yes, the reason why we are here is to talk to you about..."

"My son?" Aergon cut him off again as he looked beyond Prime and Prowl and focused on his creation. "Thundercracker it has been a long time, you should be with Megatron and not with the likes of Prime here." He spoke with distaste.

Thundercracker approached unhappily as he quickly scanned his sparkling home which still looked better then Aergon himself. "No I should not be. It was you who wanted that life for me. I would of been content doing something else with my life."

Making a rude sound then laughing which ended with a coughing fit, he fixed Thundercracker with a rude look. "Ever the idealist to this day I see. Pity Megatron never beat it out of you early on."

"He very nearly did then I kept it silent for a long time."

Prime and Prowl remained silent as they observe the scene before them. Remote for her part was staying in the shadows. She felt little faint signals from TC that marked how disgusted he was of his own father.

"I would of gone to the Decepticon cause myself but my skills weren't quite built for combat, but you my son were. Born with wings you were. I did adore your mother but I got tired of her bellyaching. Yes you may of not known her long but that was fine since you was a little bellyacher as well." Aergon spat out.

"Don't talk ill of her. I may of not known her, but I don't think she is what you told me she was at all." Thundercracker said firmly.

Smiling at TC he then focused his attention elsewhere. "My my who is this little thing you brought with you? Come forward. No need to hide when I know you are there." Stepping forward, a large smile formed on his mouth. "Who are you?"

"Leave her out of this." Thundercracker spoke firmly again.

"Not talking to you son. Who are you? I can see that you are a femme, but what type are you?"

"I'm a human from planet Earth. My name is Remote." She replied politely.

"Why are you here, Remote?" Peering at her, he quickly held up a hand that revealed a cracked digit, to stop him from talking. Looking between her and his son, he started to chuckle softly. "Oh my son you have finally learned to not be such a stick in the aft after all. You dipped yourself into the local fauna. I don't know much but I can see she is appealing to look at." Looking back to her, he whispered lustily to her. "How about showing his old man here how you pleasure..."

"ENOUGH!" Thundercracker roared and stepped forward. "You will never ever address her like this ever again or else."

"Thundercracker." Prime warned quietly.

"I already killed one today you want to be my second?" TC rasped.

"TC, please." Remote said quietly.

Nodding his head to her, he separated himself from his father as he went to her side. Aergon noting his son moving willingly to this small femme's side chuckled again. Prowl came closer though. He was already sickened at this male. "You really wanted him to be a Decepticon. You pushed him into this life didn't you?"

"What can I say? Megatron is very persuasive in so many ways. When he speaks it is rather hypnotic. You feel that what he says is correct. You feel that if you are looking at a blue wall for your entire life and he comes along and says it really is red, you start to believe it to be red." Aergon explained. "My son here wanted to be a neutral. Hated the nature of things that was happening, but I saw a talent in my son. I'm sure you both have seen it. Even you, little femme. When he is on the battlefield. Oh yes I watched on the outskirts as he participated. I was so proud of you, son." TC looked away in disgust. "You and I have something in common, son. Megatron is good, no?" This time TC flashed him a glare as he made a motion to step forward again. "I know you enjoy the femmes." Looks to Remote again. "What is she to you really?"

"She is my spark mate." Thundercracker replied.

Roaring with laughter, he spilled a little fluid from his side. "Oh my dear little youngling you can do so much better then my weak sparked son."

"Wow! Just wow!" Remote exclaimed throwing her hands up in the air. "You are a piece of work, you know that?"

"I can be your piece."

Prowl interjected before Thundercracker did. "On Earth that is really an insult and I have to agree with her."

"Shut up you Praxian slag, I'm talking to her and not to you." Aergon shouted.

"That is my brother in law you are speaking to, you fuck." Remote countered as she stepped forward suddenly. "I'm not scared of someone like you. I've been through a lot worse. Not afraid of death. Not afraid of stupid old slaggers like yourself."

"Do you not deny that you are the one who wanted me to do this? Get into this whole life. I could of been a neutral. Could of maybe become an Autobot, but no, because yes, Megatron was quite convincing to me that his cause was right with the unfortunate side effect of that one disgusting act with him, I spent my years in nothing but regret. Killing because I was ordered to. Because to say no to a direct order resulted in death. Because if I abandoned the Decepticons it would of meant sure death." Thundercracker felt he was talking mostly to himself and to Prime and Prowl. He knew he'd have conversations like this with Remote in their own privacy, but here he was hashing it out.

"What happens when I get back to Earth, Prime? I accept you have to punish me. I do. I know I can't be a neutral anymore because that has long been snatched away from me because to do that now is to face a quicker death. Before if I didn't have someone I loved so much, I could face it, but now." Pointed to her. "No because I found someone finally that I love." Looking point blank at Prime, he added. "I understand if your Autobots are not fond of me and would love my death, but perhaps you will need to put them in account and ask them."

"Sunny is a hot head." Remote softly said. For anyone else she would be asked to clarify herself, but since everyone in the room, except for Aergon knew Sunstreaker, they knew what she was getting at.

Prime scanned Prowl, Thundercracker and Remote's face before landing on Aergon's face. Prime honestly couldn't believe anyone to be so cruel against their own creation, and even though it does happen, he still couldn't understand it. The best punishment for him was to keep him here alone without anyone else. "Let us leave here." Looks back over to his traveling companions. "We have much to discuss then."

As they all turned to leave with Thundercracker placing Remote back on his shoulder, he turned to give his father one final look before exiting. Outside he heard him laughing. Remote whispered something along the lines of it being tough on him in which he merely nodded until he told her. "What was tough is what was happening to you and me feeling helpless."

"You were there for me." She offered him. "I'm lucky to have you in my life."

TC loved how she can assure him, but with whatever punishment that might be handed to him will he be around to enjoy her more, or will she get snagged away with what he may be dealt with? While he accepted what might happen. At the same time he was a little afraid.