Enjoy this inside story for Jazz, Prowl, Bluestreak, and Smokescreen's origin! :) Cover image was done by: RealAmbushBruiser for this fanfic.

Breem: 8.3 minutes

Vorn: 83 years

Cycle: 2 hours

Groon: 1 hour

Nano-klik: 1 second

Deca-cycle: 30 days

Deci-vorn: 8.3 years

Klik: 1.2 minutes

Mega-cycle: 93 hours

Meta-cycle: 13 months

Stellar cycle: 7.5 months

Astrosecond: .5 seconds

Solar cycle: 1 day

Lunar cycle: 1 night

Occurs in OP/Megatron ending

Ch. 1

-Smokescreen's POV-

"As ordered by the king, anyone caught supporting or speaking of the factions, will be shot on sight. Curfew will start in half a mega-cycle!" A Praxian guard shouted from the top of the wall that kept the Decepticons and Autobots in. Some of my old teammates managed to flee, thanks to my help. Sometimes being a guard had its benefits, even if I couldn't preform my duties to keeping Jazz from the thing we had feared he would turn into. Everyone inside the walls had their t-cogs disabled and wings restrained, to prevent them from being able to fly out.

I looked up at the sky with a silent prayer to my old king and queen, hoping that they could hear the cries. Please help us save Jazz, this isn't who he is. Primus, can't you hear the cries of your creations? Help me save him before he truly is lost in the tyrannical power, he fought so hard against. My servo went to where my Autobot insignia used to be before Jazz ripped it off of my brothers and I, and placed our royal guard seals on. I looked down and saw another mech collapse from the non-stop working on mining energon for the rebuild of Cybertron. A breeze danced around my wirings, and I smiled briefly as I could feel her presence. I will continue to serve you, my queen.

"Royal Guard Smokescreen, his majesty has sent for your presence." A palace guard walked over to me with his sword in his servo. I knew none of the palace guard's names because they were never actually allowed inside the palace, or even inside the walls for that matter. Bluestreak and I were never even allowed near the gates, and weren't allowed to be in the same cities. So, to be summoned to the palace, I was afraid of what would happen.

"I'll head over right." I quickly left the campsite and went straight for the palace to see what Jazz had wanted. I transformed and drove through Helix, the city of the ancient Polyhexians and the creation of music, was now a sullen city where music was banned and a tall wall was built around the city to keep bots in rather than out. I never realized how much Prowl's deactivation and also losing the sparkling, from the pain of Megatron's bond with him breaking and watching his best friend die in front of him, would cause Jazz to snap. He fell so far down the blackness of grief that he came out of his quarters after Prowl's memorial holding the legendary star saber.

Bluestreak and I were paying our respects to our brother before the medbay doors opened to reveal Jazz with a sword in his servo. "Jazz? Jazz what's that?" I asked and Jazz removed his visors, crushing them in his servo. "Jazz, what are you doing?"

"Honor, Verity!" He called out our knight name's and we transformed into them quickly. "I want everyone in the brig. Autobots and Decepticons in the ARK's brig right now! We are going to Cybertron, and kill anyone who resists."

"Yes, your majesty." We bowed and we started the corralling of our teammates, some of them started resisting but Optimus was able to stop them and convince Honor to not kill them. When we went to the Nemesis, nearly eighty percent of their army was murdered while the rest were shoved into the already cramped cells. We returned to Jazz as he activated the ship's systems, and we started the fly home. "Your majesty, Prowl wouldn't want-"

Jazz spun on his heel and actually smacked Honor to the ground with the saber near my neck. "Do not speak his name to me again, or I will put you in a cell too! I'm safe, I command you both to guard the brig until I summon you." He left the front of the ship before we went to the brig.

The palace looked depressing, the pearly white walls of the outer wall and exterior of the palace were a dark gray from lack of cleaning. The gold was rusty and had cracks in various areas. There were no gardeners to tend to the cyber-organic plants that were overrunning the yard or climbed the walls and fountain in the center of the front yard. I walked inside with my cloak snapping around my neck and my optics glancing around. Where are the servants at? I asked myself as I walked through the halls, seeing dust covering various places, the interior still looked as it did after the attack during the war. "Primus."

When I finally arrived to the throne room, I entered and walked up to the steps in front of the throne before dropping to my knee. I bowed my helm, "you summoned me your highness?"

"Your seal, cloak, sword give them to me." Jazz was quick on his peds with the sword leaning against his Sire's old throne.

My equipment? Wh-What!? I looked up at the Polyhexian in surprise, "y-your majesty? I can't exactly protect you without my sword." I tried to reason with my friend, but I could see the crazed look in his optics as his fists were clenched by his side and his chest was rising and falling heavily. He looked like he was ready to kill, which just wasn't Jazz. At least not the Jazz I knew. I removed my cloak, handing him the cloak and my sword, and then handed him my seal after long hesitation. "Your highness, whatever stress you're going through, let me help."

"You and Bluestreak are hereby banned from Helix, take your mates and leave my city before sundown. If you are still in the city by the time the second sun hits mid-day, I will strip you of your wings." He gave his order, and I couldn't disobey them. I wanted to cry, beg for Jazz to reason, but the only one Jazz would listen to at this point would be the mech that is dead.

"A-As you command your highness." I bowed before turning and leaving, trying to not run out of the palace. Optimus, I-I-I've been banned from Helix. Jazz, he took everything and banned Blue and I from the city. He let us take you and the twins out, but we can't step inside Helix ever again. I covered my mouth as I started crying while making my way out of the castle.

-?'s POV-

I was standing in darkness, voices surrounded me, but there weren't any faces to connect the voices to. A light shined brightly over me and I soon was surrounded by hundreds of mechs and femmes. Some had Polyhexian horns, some were taller than others, there were even some that had other appendages attached to them, but they all had one thing in common. "Th-The royal line, but how?" In the distance, there were winged shadows that were silently humming their wings. "And the Royal Guards."

"Your time in this plane is up Royal Guard. We require your help to keep the family line alive for Cybertron's sake." I recognized the previous King Sharp Point step forward with a young silver mech standing beside him. I knelt quickly when I realized that I had not done it when I saw their optics. "There is no need to bow to me Royal Guard. What do you remember?"

I slowly rose with my wings twitching as I tried to think of the last memory I could think of. "My knight name is… I can't remember, but I know I was… I was sparked to protect someone special to me. Can you help me remember?" I tilted my helm with a curious expression.

"Your body is being rebuilt, so we will keep you here to protect your mind. I cannot restore your memories. But the one you were sparked to protect needs your help. He lost not only you, but his spark mate, and his sparkling all in one solar cycle. And now he has grown mad with grief, and risks driving our entire race to extension." The king told me as his servo landed on the mechling beside him. "This is his son, he was going to bring the two races together when he was sparked, but now he rests with us.

A frown fell on my face as I felt sad for whoever it was that I needed to save. He lost so much, and now he was hurting others because he is hurting. "If you are so sure that I can save him, then I'll do the best I can. But if I'm here and my body is being rebuilt, then that means I've rejoined Primus. How will he know who I am if I don't know my own name? How can I get him to believe I am me and not figment of his imagination?"

"Your friend will tell you more when you online. He will test you and command you to tell him the secret only you will know." His majesty walked closer to me and put a servo on my chest with genuine worry for whoever this mech was. "Please save my son from himself. You need to know who you are."

A voice was echoing and I looked behind me and then back at the crowd of silver optics. When I turned back, they all disappeared and were replaced with the winged shadows. A tall mech and a femme that was only a few inches shorter than me, walked up to me. The femme was the one who spoke, "what is the name I gave you my son?"

Son? Are they my creators? Does that mean I'm a Royal Guard too? I looked down at my servo, and I saw that I was also a shadow until the thick shadow was pulling away as a white servo was revealed. I killed with this servo. "My name, I don't know. I can't remember." My face was getting wet out of frustration. Prowl! Valour! Come on Valour! Don't leave me please! My helm shot up as I heard the cries of someone that sounded distressed. "Is it Valour? No, that doesn't sound right for this body. Is it Prowl?"

"What do you think it is son?" The mech asked as a holographic seal was projected in front of him. There were glyphs above and below the crest, the top one read QuickStart and the bottom glyph said Mercy. On the femme it was the same thing, the top glyph said Quartex and the bottom one was Isangoma. "What is the first thing I taught you when you were training?"

I closed my optics as I tried to remember, something stood at attention in my memory banks. "Both sides of a Royal Guard are two parts of one spark. That even though your main personality may be different from your name your spark calls out, they are both you. My main personality was intelligent, protective, and took my duties serious. My spark name, he was stronger than a thousand warriors and was my charge's shield from anything that was a danger to him. My spark name wasn't called forth often because he got possessive, and his personality would seep through into my main personality."

"That's right, so tell us who you are." The mech said as a mirror appeared in front of them. Standing in the mirror was still a shadow with only a single servo visible. My optics were staring back at me as I tried to remember who I was. My peds were becoming visible and a seal appeared over where my chest would be at.

"My name is… Royal Guard Prowl, protector of the heir to the throne." I looked at my reflection as the shadow melted away to reveal my frame with my seal with my name and spark name appearing on it. My wings were the last to be revealed and they flared as I felt a surge of strength go through my body. "I'm ready to go back to Cybertron and save Jazz."

"Prowl… me. Can… me?" A voice was pulling me out of the darkness while bursts of electricity was going through all of my systems, trying to jump start everything. The voices were clearing up as the darkness was being replaced by an obnoxiously bright light. "That's right, come on Prowl. Give me some sort of sign." When my optics started coming online, I saw an outline of who I believe was Ratchet.

How long have I been gone for? My entire frame feels odd. Why can't I feel my wings? I groaned before I heard a collection of sighs surround me. I was almost brought to tears when I heard Bluestreak's voice through the fuzziness. "I understand the chest plate not being able to be replaced, but did you need to rebuild an entirely new frame? I don't even recognize my own brother, just imagine trying to convince Jazz this is Prowl!" Bluestreak stop argu- wait what? New frame? No, no, no I can't have a new frame!

"Prowl has been in that burial pod for nearly a hundred years, everything had rusted. You should be glad that Jazz didn't know about us extracting his spark. I'm sorry Bluestreak, we did the best with what we got." I hear Ratchet's voice, but it sounded rougher than the last time I heard it.

Everything was clearing up and I saw something I wish I hadn't. It looked like I was in a horror film, the lights above me were flickering and I could hear water dripping somewhere in the room. On either side of me were my brothers, but Ratchet was no longer in my sight. When I looked at my brothers, I saw that they didn't have their royal guard seals or an Autobot insignia on them. "Prowl, you're online, thank Primus. You're really here again." Smokescreen hugged my helm as I could feel him crying in my neck.

My servo felt even heavier as I struggled to lift it over his back. When my arm came into view, I saw very pale blue armor covering my arm. "S-S-Smokescreen. Get… Get-"

"Get what? What do you want me to get for you?" Smokescreen asked worriedly as he sat up with his servos pressed on my chest plate with concern in his optics.

"Get off… of me." I groaned in pain before either my brother pulled himself off, or was pulled away from me. Ratchet finally came in range of my sight, and started examining me. "Jazz?"

Bluestreak took my servo, giving it a gentle squeeze, and I saw his wings disappear out of view. My wings? "When I saw him, he was… fine physically. He thinks that everyone wants to kill him and destroy Cybertron. Prowl, Jazz stripped us." He looked down at me with his helm bowed in shame. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, Jazz couldn't have fallen that far.

"You two need to go back to Iacon. Prowl needs to adjust from everything we did to him." Ratchet started kicking my brothers out, which gave me enough of head start to try and sit up, but he was quick to return to my side and lay me back down. "No, you are not leaving this berth until I saw so. We just got energon into your new body. It's going to take a while before you're able to do much."

"R-Ratchet, tell me what happened to Cybertron. What happened when I deactivated?" I followed the medic walk around, and I noticed that he had a limp in his left leg. His insignia had a large gash across it and his frame looked like it hadn't been deep cleaned in a long while. I looked out a window that was nearly boarded up, and I saw smog rise into the sky. This is not the Cybertron I know.

Ratchet helped me sit up before answering my questions. "Your death is what happened Prowl. Your spark gave out on my operating table back on Earth hundred years ago! And Jazz went mad with power, no thanks to that sword he extracted from that pod. Anyone who didn't comply to him, he had slaughtered. Both teams lost so many bots, and Optimus blames himself for what's happened and sulks in Iacon." He swung one of his arms in the air before it fell to the ground. Ratchet shouted in anger as he swiped his limb from the ground. "Slagging thing stay on! I've tried to get the mech to at least let me repair him, but I can't even get passed the border before I have blades and blasters in my face."

I sat up straighter and looked at my new frame with a deep frown at how true Bluestreak spoke, Jazz wasn't going to recognize me at all. How am I going to convince Jazz that I was back? "Ratchet, the sparkling. What happened to the sparkling?"

"When you got stabbed with your sword, it unfortunately penetrated Jazz also. And I couldn't save it, and it glitched his Carrier systems into thinking it's still carrying. I've tried telling him I can repair him if he would just let me inside, but he doesn't believe me." He answered while welding his arm back on.

I bowed my helm and felt my spark break at everything I was hearing about Jazz's fall. This can't be really happening, this isn't the Jazz I know! "I can't believe this Ratchet. Jazz promised he would rule Cybertron like his Sire! I made him promise me. We made a plan for Optimus and Smokescreen to do Iron Crown with him, what happened to that?!"

"We tried everything Prowl, don't you get it? Your brothers tried, Optimus, slagging we even tried to get Ops try, but nothing worked. Then Preceptor had this crazy idea to extract your spark and bring you back from the well. We kept your spark in cryo while your protoform was growing in a chamber." Ratchet grabbed my servos and looked at me with desperation in his optics. "Don't you get it Prowl, you are our only hope in getting our home back and pulling Jazz out of this hole."

I looked outside before looking around the room as I tried to come up with a plan to fix this mess. The doors swung open, Ratchet and I looked up to see Autobots and Decepticons helping each other inside. A lot of them I recalled quickly, but with my memory files still were being recovered it was hard to draw appropriate memories. "If I'm Cybertron's only hope in getting the new start we were all promised, then I will help in any way I can."

"Let's get started in your recovering!" Ratchet got excited, and I could feel the whole vibe of the room changed when he got his cart of tools to the berth I was laying in. "Now tell me if you can feel this.

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I have a friend doing artwork for all three knight forms, I have them posted on my Twitter page. Verity is done and Valour is being worked on :)

Prowl is now his 2001 RID design, but Valour is still normal.