A/N Hey everybody! Hope you had some happy holidays! I thought we could use an update and focus on some other aspects. Let's get to it :)

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Optimus let out a yawn as his servos stretched above his head. He smiled, commenting inwardly that it was probably going to be a good day.

"GUYS! YOU GOTTA COME HERE! ! The bellow belonged to Sari. If the others had still been in stasis, they weren't anymore.

Optimus sprang off his berth with a groan and rushed to the source of the commotion. Everyone was gathered in a cluster and murmurs were already flying.

"Gone? What do you mean gone?"

"I'm sure it's a misunderstanding."

"Why would this happen?"

Optimus pushed Ratchet and Bumblebee aside. "Sari, what seems to be the issue?"

Sari looked panicked. "It's Alexa! She's gone!" Optimus was taken aback. He blinked in surprise as Sari continued. "I went in thinking she was sick as she wasn't out of her room yet. All her usual clothes, weapons, and riding jacket were gone as well as a duffel she kept stashed in the back of her closet."

Bee nodded. "Yep. I went and looked myself." He stopped; puzzled, and cocked his head sideways. "How'd you know what was in her closet?"

Sari flushed. "I-er- well...OK! I snuck in months ago to scare her and ended up borrowing a jacket...Once!"

The others didn't seem to hear besides Bumblebee.

Bulkhead spoke. "You think its got something to do with Travis coming over yesterday?"

Optimus looked sideways at the green mech. He crossed his arms and one servo came up to lay a finger on his chin; A trait that expressed deep thought in the Prime. "I'm not sure. Jazz, you seemed to speak with her last. Anything you can tell us?"

Jazz shook his helm. "Nothin' OP. She went to talk to Boon afta I spoke ta her." He didn't mention the bottle or the fact that Alexa's personality seemed to do a one eighty after he said it was ok to feel something at her circumstance.

Prime looked over at the communications consul. "Hmm..." He walked over and pressed the frequency for Galloway's office. Galloway answered. "Ah Optimus Prime. No doubt calling about agent Johnson's sudden disappearance?"

Optimus nodded. "Yes. How'd you know?" The others crowded around him.

Galloway reached into his desk and pulled out a piece of paper. From the back, the Autobots could make out the word "aproved" stamped across it.

"This crossed my desk late last night. Lieutenant Boonell filed a request form to take Agent Johnson to a secluded location for two to three weeks for quote-un-quote, "vigorous extensive training".

The Autobots bristled.

"He thinks he can do that to Alexa? Kid's proved herself." Ratchet snapped.

"Quite. That is highly out of line for him to suggest such a thing." Arcee said through narrowed optics.

"A complete outrage." Prowl muttered angrily

Galloway remained calm. "On the contrary. It's not if Alexa herself wanted it."

The Autobots each wore puzzled expressions.

"Asked for it?" Prime said.

Galloway nodded and returned attention to the paper. "This paper was joint filed by himself and Johnson, her digital signature is at the bottom, and she expresses her consent for more training." He looked back to the screen. "Ms. Sumdac. Alexa regrets leaving you but feels as of know your safety is not in extreme jeopardy. She promises to promptly return after Boon deems fit, and leaves your care to the trust of the Autobots. Furthermore, until Johnson's return, the Stealth Cats will make infrequent check-ins, and before you ask them, they are not aware of the situation yet but will be informed via a briefing later today. Now Autobots, I have business to attend so goodbye for now." Galloway shut off the link.

Prime straightened up and turned to face the others. "Uh...well...I-I suppose until Alexa comes back we proceed as normal. Let's get out the patrol table and get going."

On the second moon of Cybertron, three Autobots were working in the scientific sub-station.

"I think Perceptor's theory is right Grapple." An Autobot stated after returning his gaze from the microscope-like machine. "This energy source has remnants of an energy signature! Which means I think we indeed have what were looking for!" The blue and silver mech said.

A yellow Autobot smiled. "Yes Bluestreak; the question is, how to keep it out of Decepticon hands. Skyfire already payed the price." His smile turned to a grimace as the other two bots did.

Bluestreak nodded. His doorwings drooped. "Yes, a shame. He was a good colleague. On the bright side, we wouldn't have been assigned this great 'Bot." He gestured to the third Autobot, a tall and slim mech with fushia and gold paint. "Sun-down, any thoughts?"

Sun-down nodded. "Quite. My biggest concern is how is this a threat to the Decepticons? They already have an energy source as noted by intelligence and it doesn't have as much power as normal energon."

Grapple answered. "Not in non-sentient machines, no. But, this energon has the ability to corrupt the processor and maybe even the spark. In a sentient machine it converts them to stronger and more agressive beings. The only main issue is that the bigger the machine, the more problematic it becomes."

Sun-Down looked puzzled. "Bigger? You mean this stuff can corrupt things the size of Omega Supreme?"

Bluestreak nodded. "Oh yeah. Pit, I'd hate to see what this would do to the Well."

"The Well?"

Grapple sighed. "Primus, don't they teach 'Bots in school anymore? The Well of Allsparks. It's located in the center of Cybertron, and according to legend, it's the very spark of Primus. Only Alpha Trion knows for sure. He never even told Skyfire."

Sun-Down looked away as the two mechs turned back to their work. "Only Alpha Trion knows the location?" He mechs nodded. "I see. Oh, by the way, were did we find this deposit?"

Bluestreak shrugged. "Arachna-7."

A quiet clicking sound resonated through the lab. A new voice was heard. "Then I have all the information I require." It was cold, and evil. The two Autobots whirled around to see in the place of Sun-Down, Shockwave!

In a blur Shockwave drove his servo through Grapple. The mech cried out before turning grey and slumping against the Con's forearm.

Bluestreak bolted over to the wall. If he could just make it to the alarm-

BANG!

Pain coursed through Bluestreak's body as a gaping hole erupted from his chest from a laser blast. With a muted groan he slumped to the floor, energon streaking down the wall and sloshing all over his frame.

Shockwave smirked as he stepped over the dead corpse of Grapple. "Arachna-7? Hmm..." The Con opened a channel. "Lord Megatron. I have aquired the information you seek. However, to locate the dark energon will be treacherous. The deposit is on a Arachna-7."

Megatron nodded his approval. "Excellent work as always Shockwave. Arachna-7 you say? You will need a guide. Return to New Kaon. I will assign two...well-versed Decepticons to you who are knowledgeable about Earth."

"Earth my liege?"

"You will need a guide to that planet. It is dangerous even for Decepticons. Seek out Blackarachnia. She knows the planet well."

"As you command, Lord Megatron." Shockwave cut the comm and walked out.

As soon as the Decepticon left, Bluestreak let out a sputter. His paintjob was dark enough to mask the fact he wasn't dead when coated in his energon. With all the effort he could muster he reached up and pulled the alarm. With a shudder, he collapsed as the first siren rang out.

A/N Forgot about him didn't you? No worries! It all comes together soon. Up next, Blackarachnia isn't feeling that well and we get to see what happens if she gets a "POKE" ;) Brownie points if anyone understands what this means!