TWOS: Alt Ending Chapter 18, a transformers/beast wars fanfic

If you made it this far, then you should be aware of the warnings.

Songs:

Popstars- K/DA

Shots- Hamilton

Ch. 18

"In other news, ex-Autobot redemption?" A news reporter started her report. Prowl and his brothers all looked up from their current mission, preparing Smokescreen for his official asking to bond with Sunray. A video clip showed Jazz climbing the burning building, three breems of silence before Jazz leapt out with him getting hosed off so the medics could look at him, and a youngling was taken from his hold. "Lead fire fighter, Inferno, reported that the origin of the fire was faulty installment of a heater in one of the lower rooms of the building. There were two deactivations, all damaged Cybertronians were taken to Iacon general. Sources says that the youngling's Carrier wasn't aware that her daughter was home, claiming that she was with a friend playing in the park across the street while she was chatting with a neighbor. Both the femme and Ex-Autobot Jazz are reported to be fine, thanks to the team's quick response."

When it went to commercial, Prowl exploded and started ranting; well Prowl's version of a rant. "The team? Jazz was the one who went in there and rescued a life. And will they stop calling him ex-Autobot, just call him Jazz."

"Bro, this is the news, they like to warp slag. Remember when they called you a drone for not being 'gentle' with arresting that serial killer." Smokescreen reminded while he wrote out his dowry. "Seriously is this what you two have to go through? War surprisingly had simpler times, I mean you and Jazz were practically mates, and Mirage and Hound were spark bonded."

"Don't worry, if everything goes right this will be a one-time thing. So, are you planning on deactivating your Carrier protocols?" Bluestreak asked while he organized the crystal bouquet. It was a common practice for families to be involved in putting together the permission gifts, to show that they are close, and both participants could turn to them for help. For Carrier mechs it was common for them to turn off their Carrier coding to focus as being the Sire, but it wasn't frowned upon if they kept it active if something went wrong.

"Hm, I'm not sure. I might keep it active and talk to Ray about it, see what she wants." He wasn't sure what to put in the letter, so he was using their Sire's dowry as a reference. Prowl was in charge of getting Sunray's creators' favorite treats. "So, when do you plan on going through with courting the twins? My pool has been going on forever."

Bluestreak's wings flared and his optics darted in Prowl's direction. He shook his helm, "I did not tell him."

"It was like a common rumor on the ARK. But neither of the twins had the bearings to ask you. So, back to my question." The youngest mech asked playfully while sitting back with a satisfied sigh. "Okay, this alright?"

While Prowl read over the letter Bluestreak answered. "I went to Kaon after the matches and asked them for drinks sometime. Sunstreaker owns a body shop in Tyger Pax, and he mentioned this bar that Sideswipe really likes. No promises anything will happen." He pointed at his brothers before setting the colorful bouquet down.

"Your wings say otherwise Bluestreak. Sounds plausible." Prowl said casually before standing up with his wings shivering slightly. "I should get those sweets before the shops close up. Good luck Smokescreen, Bluestreak." He hugged his brothers before leaving to go find the items he had on the list that Smokescreen gave him. Prowl went to several different places before finally finding a shop that made all of the items. After dropping them off with Smokescreen, Prowl went back home to hopefully get his own plans on trying to fall in good graces with Jazz again.

That night, the council planned on seeing about this rebellion that Hot Rod went to without informing the others. The group consisted of Optimus, Blaster, Ironhide, and Ratchet. When they arrived at a building that was lit up and had the bass so high that the tinted windows were vibrating. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were waiting for them outside the building, being their guides for the evening. "Hey everyone, don't mind grumpy here. He's upset that we're attacking his favorite bar." Sunstreaker said with a playful smirk at his twin who was pouting.

"We aren't attacking Sunstreaker. We wish to speak to the owners about the war." Optimus explained. He didn't like being in Kaon, but he needed to get his answers. "Since you both come to Kaon mostly, what can you tell us about them?"

"Well they're pretty young, maybe the youngest of lords here we've seen. Live in Soundwave's old manor, even own all of his businesses. No one knows this, but they're twins." Sideswipe whispered in the group after looking around.

The medic looked at them in confusion and disbelief, "Sideswipe that is impossible. Hot Rod said that Ricochet has red optics, and we have all seen Skids's optics. They can't be twins, it's impossible! Split spark twins always have the similar, almost identical everything. You two for example have only your auditory horns and paint jobs different, but your optics and CNA are identical."

"Trust us Ratchet, we know how twins act. Come on, we should head inside before we draw a crowd." Sunstreaker said as he opened the door slowly and led the group inside before stopping just short of everyone filing around the entrance. Wow, lot more collars since last time. He told his twin through the bond while servers were rushing around while the patrons were being rowdy Kaonions, Tarn natives, and Vosians.

Yeah, what's going on? Sideswipe looked around, counting nearly three dozen lords and countesses in the room. "Wow, quite the party. Wonder what this is about." He led them to a table near the bar. They all sat down while music was blaring, and bots were dancing everywhere. "Oh, hey look it looks like the bodyguards are out. Better cool it with the Tyger Pool tonight, Sunny."

"Bodyguards?" Ironhide asked them before they pointed to a tall, bulky framed black and purple mech and then a tall lanky deep purple, almost black colored mech. Everyone but the twins were reaching for their blasters when they saw the insignias. "Decepticons, but how?"

"Don't let them hear you call them that. You'll end up like the last one that brought it up." Sideswipe said softly while Sunstreaker went over to the bar to get their drinks. "Oh, Hide how's Jazz doing? Saw him on the news."

"Better. Where were they when we arrested the others?" Ironhide didn't like seeing that two Decepticons were just roaming around Cybertron. He knew that the others were fearing an uprising like he was. The red mech kept his servo on his blaster if they so much as looked at them wrong. "Why didn't you tell any of us Sideswipe? They could start something."

Blaster held his helm, "there is so much arousal in here. It's sickenin'."

"Because it's Kaon? They work for the owners, and they never leave this place." Sideswipe said before Skids and three femmes stepped on stage. One femme looked like a black Predacon, one was a gold and white Seeker, and the final one was bright green Tarn native femme. Skids was the only one with a black band around his left thigh. "Oh, he never preforms. Well actually his brother never lets him on stage."

"Why's that?" Optimus asked while seeing the two Decepticons move around the room, almost as if they were looking for someone. Sunstreaker came back from the bar and sat the tray down in the center of the table. He looked at the bar and saw that the bartender was Ricochet and he was scanning the room. "Something is happening."

Skids gave a short whistle before lifting a cloth mask over his mouth, and he put yellow visors over his optics. He jumped onto the table in front of them, which instantly snapped the Decepticons' attentions. The lights dimmed and music started playing music, and the Autobots noticed how focused the Lords and Countesses were on Skids. The Seeker femme stepped forward, dancing in an erotic way with a small blade in her servo.

Hey, hey, hey

Hey-hey-hey, hey, hey

You know who it is

Coming 'round again

You want a dose of this

Right now

It's R/BL, uh!

I'm a goddess with a blade

소리쳐봐 내 이름 잊지 못하게

Loud, loud, loud, loud

I could take it to the top

절대 멈추지 못해 내가 끝내주는

Bad gal, gal, gal

And when I start to talk like that (Like that)

Oh, you won't know how to react

I'm a picture-perfect face

With that wild in my veins

You can hear it in my

Growl, growl, growl, growl

Up next was the Predacon with her large tail splitting off into four smaller ones.

So, keep your eyes on me now

무엇을 보든 좋아할 거야

닿을 수 없는 level

나와 대결 원한 널 확신해

We got it all in our hands now

So, can you handle what we're all about?

We're so tough

Not scared to show you up

Can you feel the rush now?

The Tarn femme waved her digit with a seductive expression as she slowly walked closer to the stage.

Ain't nobody bringing us

Down, down, down, down, down, down

They could try but we're gonna wear the crown

You could go another round

Round, round, round, round, round, round

Wish you luck but you're not bringing us down

We go hard (Hard); 'til we get it, get it

We go hard (Hard); we so in it, in it

We pop stars (Pop stars), only winning, winning now

Ain't nobody bringing us down, down, down, down

Hey!

You ready for this? (Let's go!)

See 언제든지 내 모습 magic

단 한 번에 내가 잡어

절대 기죽지 않지, uh!

Pow-pow 네가 뭘 알아

견딜 수 없어, 원해도

원하는 게 얼굴에 보여

I'm trouble and you're wanting it

I'm so cold

When I move that way, you gonna be so blown

I'm the realest in the game, uh

Say I'm on fire with a blade

You're about to hear my name

Ringing in your head like, whoa

So, keep your eyes on me now

무엇을 보든 좋아할 거야

We're so tough

Not scared to show you up

Can you feel the rush now?

Ain't nobody bringing us

Down, down, down, down, down, down

They could try but we're gonna wear the crown

You could go another round

Round, round, round, round, round, round

Wish you luck but you're not bringing us down

We go hard (Hard); 'til we get it, get it

We go hard (Hard); we so in it, in it

We pop stars (Pop stars), only winning, winning now

Ain't nobody bringing us down, down, down, down

Oh, 난 멈추지 않아

Oh, oh, we go hard

Oh, oh, we pop stars (Stars), stars (Stars)

Ain't nobody bringing us

Down, down, down, down, down, down

They could try but we're gonna wear the crown

You could go another round

Round, round, round, round, round, round

Wish you luck but you're not bringing us down

We go hard (Hard); 'til we get it, get it

We go hard (Hard); we so in it, in it

We pop stars (Pop stars), only winning, winning now

Ain't nobody bringing us down, down, down, down

The femmes on stage sang the song up until the lights shut off and fluorescent designs appeared where Skids was, almost as if it was a target. He started rapping, and when the lights flickered on, he was on a different table. After the song was over and the lights were back on, Blaster saw that one of the supposedly ex-Cons was gone along with nearly twenty collared slaves. "Wait, guys we're missin' bots."

"Primus you're right. How did they get passed us?!" Ratchet tried to keep his voice quiet, but he was just so shocked by the sudden disappearances. Skids was jumping to another table, successfully landing on it before one of the Lords decided to test his boundaries and grabbed his leg.

"Hey, hey get your grubby servos off! Tarn!" The young Praxian shouted as he tried to pull his leg away. As soon as the name was called out, the large mech stormed over and pulled the mech off the table with a loud growl. He didn't give the mech much of a fighting chance as he rammed his knee into the smaller mech's back. "Tarn, Tarn stop it. Slag it, Tarn look at me."

Tarn whipped his helm in the mech's direction, and the Autobots were getting ready to fight. They stared at each other, his wings were held up high with his mask and visors being removed, and Tarn threw the body to the ground before he looked at the other guests at the table. "Any of you touch him again, I won't be so nice. As payment for touching without permission, I'm taking all of his slaves."

"What, you can't do that! That's fifty slaves, a touch isn't worth fifty of them!" A Vos Countess stood up with her wings flared. Ricochet hopped over the bar with a blaster launching up from a hidden compartment on his thigh and into his servo. He walked up behind her and pressed the barrel against her helm.

"Do you want me to shoot you and take your slaves too Seeker? Or how about publicly humiliate you by stripping your wings? You're stressing out my slave, my customers, and you are refusing payment. We wouldn't want to make me angry, now would we?" He growled with his digits casually curling around the edges of a wing.

The enter room was silent as the femme said nothing for a long time. "No. we wouldn't."

The Polyhexian smiled before releasing his hold on the appendage. "Vos, go get my new slaves and take them home for repairs. Drinks on the house!" He threw his servos in the air and the crowd cheered. You okay Skids? I think we should have dialed down on the secret ingredient.

I'm fine, just startled. Is everyone else safe? He got back on the stage before standing at the front of the stage with his digits curling around the microphone. Skids watched Tarn pick up the body of the Lord, taking him to the back. He was only glad that he was able to pull the mech out of his aggression. The brothers knew that any longer and then there would have been a blood bath.

All of the slaves are being transported now. We'll erase their memories after this song. We have to move fast tonight. Something is wrong with the failsafe; I can feel it. The Polyhexian watched Tarn carefully, knowing that he was going to stick extra close to his twin as he calmed down more. After the Decepticons onlined from near deactivation, Ricochet could hear the ex-DJD leader's thoughts on Skids. At first, he told the mech to not even think about it, because he didn't trust Decepticons or mechs that came from the same city as his Sire did. Now, he was reluctantly okay with them being awkwardly flirty around each other.

Alright. I think I'm going to stay on stage for this one. The lights all turned off except for a spotlight on the Praxian. His wings were lowered as he slowly looked up, looking directly at the Autobots' optics. They knew they were here the moment Ricochet could hear their thoughts. The music started and four more lights turned on stage, with four mechs appearing on stage beside the mech.

I am not throwing away my shot

Hey yo, I'm just like my city

I'm young, scrappy and hungry

And I'm not throwing away my shot

Imma get a scholarship to King's College

I prob'ly shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish

The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish

I gotta holler just to be heard

With every word, I drop knowledge

I'm a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal

Tryin' to reach my goal my power of speech, unimpeachable

Only nineteen but my mind is older

These Kaon streets get colder, I shoulder

Every burden, every disadvantage

I have learned to manage; I don't have a gun to brandish

I walk these streets famished

The plan is to fan this spark into a flame

But damn, it's getting dark, so let me spell out the name

I am the R-E-B-E-L-L-I-O-N we are meant to be

A colony that runs independently

Meanwhile, Kaon keeps shittin' on us endlessly

Essentially, they tax us relentlessly

Then King Cog turns around, runs a spending spree

He ain't ever gonna set his descendants free

So, there will be a revolution in this century

Enter me, he says in parentheses

Don't be shocked when your hist'ry book mentions me

I will lay down my life if it sets us free

Eventually, you'll see my ascendancy

And I am not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot

Hey yo, I'm just like my city

I'm young, scrappy and hungry

And I'm not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot

Hey yo, I'm just like my city

I'm young, scrappy and hungry

And I'm not throwing away my shot

It's time to take a shot

I dream of life without a monarchy

The unrest in Vos will lead to onarchy?

Onarchy how you say, how you say, anarchy?

When I fight, I make the other side panicky

With my, shot

Yo, I'm a welder's apprentice

And I got y'all knuckleheads in loco parentis

I'm joining the rebellion 'cause I know it's my chance

To socially advance, instead of weldin' some parts

I'm gonna take a shot

But we'll never be truly free

Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me

You and me. Do or die. Wait till I sally in

On a stallion with the first mixed battalion

Have another shot

Geniuses, lower your voices

You keep out of trouble and you double your choices

I'm with you, but the situation is fraught

You've got to be carefully taught

If you talk, you're gonna get shot

Sir, check what we got

Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot

I think your parts look hot

Mixer, I like you a lot

Let's hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin' the pot

What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot?

Poppin' a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not

A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists?

Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

Then there was silence as the lights all shined on Skids as he covered his mouth in shock. Then he acted embarrassed by his shouting.

Oh, am I talkin' too loud?

Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth

I never had a group of friends before

I promise that I'll make y'all proud

Let's get this guy in front of a crowd

I am not throwing away my shot

Hey yo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy and hungry

And I'm not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot

Hey yo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy and hungry

And I'm not throwing away my shot

Everybody sing

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa

Ay, let 'em hear ya

Let's go

Whoa, whoa, whoa I said shout it to the rooftops

Whoa, whoa, whoa said, to the rooftops

Whoa, whoa, whoa come on

Come on, let's go

Rise up

When you're living on your knees, you rise up

Tell your brother that he's gotta rise up

Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up

When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Rise up

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

When's it gonna get me?

In my sleep, seven feet ahead of me?

If I see it comin', do I run, or do I let it be?

Is it like a beat without a melody?

See, I never thought I'd live past twenty

Where I come from some get half as many

Ask anybody why we livin' fast and we laugh, reach for a flask

We have to make this moment last, that's plenty

Scratch that this is not a moment, it's the movement

Where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went?

Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand

We roll like Primus, claimin' our promised land

And? If we win our independence?

'Zat a guarantee of freedom for our descendants?

Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendants?

I know the action in the street is excitin'

But Prime, between all the bleedin' 'n fightin'

I've been readin' 'n writin'

We need to handle our financial situation

Are we a nation of states? What's the state of our nation?

I'm past patiently waitin' I'm passionately smashin' every expectation

Every action's an act of creation

I'm laughin' in the face of casualties and sorrow

For the first time, I'm thinkin' past tomorrow

And I am not throwing away my shot

I am not throwing away my shot

Hey yo, I'm just like my country

I'm young, scrappy and hungry

And I'm not throwing away my shot

We're gonna rise up (time to take a shot)

We're gonna, rise up, rise up

It's time to take a shot

Rise up, rise up, it's time to take a shot

Rise up, it's time to take a shot

Rise up, take a shot, shot, shot

It's time to take a shot, time to take a shot

And I am not throwing away my shot

Not throwing away my shot

Skids and the others bowed before Ricochet climbed on the stage as he placed his mask over his face. His frame changed into his Meister colors; Skids walked over to the table where the Autobots were. "Wow, we really got Optimus to finally come out here. Come on, I'll be able to answer your questions." He turned with Tarn soon on his heel with his helm tilting very slightly.

"Prime?" Ironhide asked their leader while the others silently watched the Prime.

"Come on, we're going to get our answers. But be on guard." The Prime stood up, following after the two mechs. The others trailed after their leader into what appeared to be a prepping area. Skids walked over to a steel door that had a number pad beside it, punched in a few numbers, and the door opened up. "What happened to all of the slaves? You're not as skittish as you appeared to be the last time we met."

The blue Praxian's wings twitched as he smiled softly over his shoulder. "Sometimes if you fake confidence it keeps the creeps off your tailpipe. And they're safe, away from the monsters that hurt them."

"And what about you? You're not exactly free with that thing around you. And what about the Con?" Ironhide revved his engines as he tried to size up Tarn, who had bent down and growled with a servo getting ready to attack, but Skids stepped between them and he stopped his attack.

"Tarn, focus on me. Ironhide is just a grumpy old mech, who just wants an excuse to shoot you. We're all on the same side." He grabbed the sides of his helm, forcing him to look into his optics. "You okay T?"

The mech grumbled but nodded as he stepped away. "Call me a Con again, and I'll show you why we were feared by Megatron's army." He growled before walking down the stairs.

"If he isn't a Con, then why do they have Megatron's brand?" Ratchet asked while Skids turned lights on as they walked down the long staircase.

"Rebels like my brother. And like I told Councilor Hot Rod, it's just for show. Because unlike Ricochet, I don't have Tarn CNA in my coding. Got a bit of something else, but none of it is visible. That's why our operation has been so successful; all of the Lords and Countesses think that my brother, Tarn, and Vos are trying to cause an uprising." The young mech opened the door that was at the bottom of the staircase.

"And what exactly is this operation and rebellion we've been told so much about? Hot Rod was too excited to really explain." Ironhide said. Blaster was looking around as the door opened up to a large underground hangar. There were tunnels that had every city's glyphs carved over each one, indicating which tunnel led where. There were cots everywhere, separate rooms that had medics bot Cybertronian and drone helping patients. "Woah."

Skids spun on his heel as he swung an arm behind him. "Welcome to the rebellion Optimus Prime. We are finishing what you have started. Freeing every slave from the hold of their master. We help everyone that wants to be helped, give them a steady job, home, and anything they medically need. If they have family members, then we locate, and make contact for them."

"This explains the spikes in population growth. Skids, what you do is admirable, but we can't afford to house every single Cybertronian you all save." Optimus tried to explain, but the Praxian wasn't going to have it.

"Optimus Prime. They really brought the Prime here." Some of the slaves and rebels all looked up at the Prime with hope. There were even younglings and sparklings looking up with excitement. "Carrier, does it mean we can go home to Sire?"

"Skids, we have a problem. We're out of medics, and I have a Seeker trine already to spark." A medic rushed over with his orange optics glancing in a room that was tinted up for privacy.

"Where's Data?" Skids asked hurriedly.

"With that Predacon that just had hatchlings."

Ratchet couldn't stand by while someone needed help. "I'll come help. I'm a medic."

"Ratchet?" Ironhide looked at the old medic in slight shock.

"It's a code I live by Ironhide. They need my help. Come on we have to hurry." And with that Ratchet and the other medic rushed off to deal with a trine delivery. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker ran off after Ratchet to keep an optic on him.

Two femme Velocitrons rushed over with their fields flaring up. "Skids, the Velocity tunnel is blocked off from a collapse up top. And we had a team with younglings going there."

"Why now does everything have to go haywire?" The Praxian rubbed his helm as he tried to think. Blaster could almost see him being related to Prowl with the face he was making and the way his wings going rigid. "Okay, get every capable Velocitron over to the rubble. Phase every youngling through the other side. We'll get the Tyger Pax team to destroy the rubble once the young are cleared. How long do we have before their speed matrixes die?"

They looked at each other before answering. "A breem."

"And there are twenty. Go now, we don't have time to waste." Skids gave out his orders, and nearly a dozen colored blurs rushed by. Meister walked past the group as he removed his mask. "Yo, Rico. You pushed yourself again didn't you?"

The Polyhexian waved behind him as he coughed into his servo. Shh, too many thoughts. I need to go lay down. "I'm kay. Just so many thoughts; dark, dark thoughts."

"Okay, you're not going to be able to escort the Helix team like this. Come on." Skids threw his brother's arm over his shoulders and pulled him into his arms. Optimus wants us to stop.

"Hate Bots. Cowards the lot of ya. Care 'bout selves." Ricochet said before coughing more. You have the Praxus team to escort, you can't do Helix too. Just give me a moment to recover.

Yer walls are down, which means ya can hear meh. Dah failsafe in Jazz's processor wants meh tah help with yer telepathy. But give meh one good reason why Ah should? Blaster asked as they followed Skids to a room that opened up to Halifax's shop. "Wh- How did we get all dah way across Kaon?"

"Time displacement tunnel. Vos and I built it. If we're done trying to convince you to save innocent lives, then I suggest you leave. The stories that our… that Jazz told about what good the Autobots were doing, I guess were just fairytales." Skids grabbed a cloth from the table in front of them and wiped the energon from his brother's face. Don't worry Rico, I'm not going to let them find out and take you away from me.

Ricochet gave a stressed chuckle and stared up at the ceiling. "You make it sound like I'm going to let them separate us. You idiot, family will always be there for each other. Councilor Blaster, you want to know why I don't want your help? I have been managing well all by myself since Jazz stopped coming back." He sat up slowly as he coughed into his fist with no energon coming out. "And like my brother asked you all very nicely, leave us alone. Take the tunnel to Iacon and never come back."

"Ya need tah better control yerself Ricochet, or ya could damage yer mind. Another overload like dis, and ya might fall into a coma or worse premature deactivation." Blaster was getting entirely devoted into helping the mech.

"You aren't my Sire, Councilor! Just because some failsafe asked for you to help me in something I was forced to have does not mean you get to suddenly care for either of us! None of you knew we existed because our Carrier was terrified of what you would do to us! He was afraid you'd turn me out because of who my Sire is!" Ricochet stood on his peds and pointed an accusatory digit at them.

"Your Carrier was afraid of us?" Optimus looked at them as Ricochet turned his back to them. On his left shoulder was a silver glyph brand. "That glyph, what does it mean?"

"Redemption. Our Carrier had nothing but us, but then he disappeared. And Jazz is our only hope in finding him. And have our family once again." He touched the glyph before he shook his helm and cleared his voice box. He went over to a desk that had layers of dust on the top of it. The Polyhexian pulled a drawer open and pulled out a snow globe with a mini piano inside it. "Here, give this to him. Tell him whatever you want, but just make sure he gets that."

Rico, are you sure? Carrier gave it to you before he left. Skids frowned as he watched his brother set the object on the table in front of the three mechs. The Praxian's wings fell as he watched Blaster pick it up. He dropped the barrier from his processor. Blaster, please help my brother. I don't want him to end up like his Sire. He's all I have.

Ah can only help if he wants it, Ah'm sorry. Blaster replied before looking at Optimus and Ironhide. "We should get Ratch' and dah twins."

Optimus nodded as he looked at the two brothers one last time before following his companions back out. They retrieved their friends, and then left Kaon. The Council gathered together, and they caught the others up on what happened. They even had Bluestreak involved since they mentioned therapists.

"I've been so busy with the increase in client requests, I didn't even think about. All of them fully covered for the next three deci-vorns. A lot of my cases are the same; runaway slave from old Decepticon cities, some with or without illegitimate creations, and they all had a friend helping them out with housing." Bluestreak explained as he leaned forward while they reviewed the recording. "I can't believe this operation has been going on without anyone noticing."

"That's because Ricochet, Meister, or whatever he goes by made this solid plan. Lure targets in, distract them while the slaves are taken to their base, and then scattered around Cybertron while their masters' minds are wiped of them." Ratchet pointed out as he folded his servos on the table. "The mech is stubborn, endangering not only himself but Skids. He could potentially kill both if he doesn't learn to control his telepathy."

Blaster was looking at the snow globe in his servo in thought. He turned it over and saw a small dial hidden out of view. The Host started turning it until it couldn't turn anymore. Once the dial was no longer able to wind up, it started playing a song. Inside the tiny piano started playing as the fake snow started dancing inside. There was a soft humming coming from it.

"I recognize that hum." Ironhide instantly sat up when the gentle hum resonated. "That's Torch, Jazz's Carrier." There was silence before a light-hearted chuckle before a happy sigh.

"Okay, okay little one. Just one more time." And then the piano played all over again. There was silence as it ended with Torch saying, "sweet dreams my little spark."

"What is going on? We need answers from them, and I mean straight answers." Ultra Magnus said with a servo smacking the table and a digit stabbing into the table. He looked at Ratchet with a frown, "Ratchet what were you able to get from being there?"

The medic leaned forward with a datapad in his servo. "I was able to meet with the drone that Jazz had gotten during the war. His name's Data and he was very chatty, and he told me that he delivered both of them. So, they are twins, but I have never seen them look so different. Unless they have a creator with blue optics and the other has red optics? But they said that they have different Sires, a trine maybe?"

"When have you heard of a trine with the members with different CNA? Skids said he had no Tarn in him, and he looks like a pure Praxian." Ironhide looked at his friend.

Bluestreak rose a digit before speaking, "to non-Praxians he looks like a pure Praxian, but his wings are shorter. He kind of looks like a Carrier mech." He pulled up a 3D hologram of Skids and rotated him to have his back to him. He zoomed in on his wings before circling near the interior corner of the bottom panel. "Yeah, see right here it's a secondary hinge only Carriers have. When they are carrying it activates and they use the extra width to block anyone from seeing their sparkling."

"Interesting. That could also explains why Tarn stuck to close to him." Ratchet rubbed his chin in thought.

"What are we going to do about the Decepticons? We can't just let them remain in public." Elita-One looked at her mate for his opinion. Optimus was spacing out until he subconsciously felt the stares. He shook his helm and his mate repeated herself.

The Prime didn't know what to do. "They are trying to erase slavery from their cities, but in doing so it's risking our cities with over population. All of those Cybertronians looking at me as if I could free them. If Tarn and Vos truly are not leaving Kaon, then until further notice they can stay there."

"Am Ah dah only one who noticed how similar Ricochet's colors are to Jazz's? Or Skids talkin' 'about fakin' confidence?" Blaster was worried for Jazz's safety, but something inside him told him these mechs weren't dangerous. Rewind, are ya still with Jazz?

Yeah, we're watching movies in the living room. He made us all treat boxes to take home! The symbiont answered excitedly with his side of the bond reflecting that. Blaster silently chuckled at his creation, he sent a burst of joy, letting him know that they could take them home.

"Blaster, we already know these mechs are obsessed with Jazz. I mean Ricochet has Light's mask and practically copied his moves." Ultra Magnus looked at the Host, but the mech just wasn't having it. He was going to have to talk to Mirage about it.

Eject, find Raj and tell him Ah need tah talk tah him. Blaster gave out his order before they continued the meeting. Bluestreak was dismissed after the topic of Jazz and these strange mechs. He was heading for the door, but then stopped and looked at Ratchet. "Ratchet, remind me again, what is standard procedure for a Carrier after having the sparkling?"

"Well after the sparkling is delivered its spark needs their Carrier's spark energy to jump start all of their systems. Which creates a low level bond between them until the sparkling is in its third youngling upgrade. It also changes their spark from blue to a pale white." Ratchet explained with his servos folding on the table. "Why?"

The Praxian folded his arms before asking his next question. "And what of the Carrier? Will their spark change at all? What if they don't bond what happens to the sparkling?"

The medic shifted in his spot uncomfortably. "The Carrier's spark would change to a white as well. Well usually if the spark merging doesn't happen, then there is no bond, and it makes the sparkling more susceptible to viruses without a heavy duty boost from a medic. Can I ask why you are asking?"

"Jazz was often going to some top secret mission to Europe, and none of us questioned him? Maybe we should look into that before we call these mechs stalkers and criminals." Bluestreak smiled with his wings flicking and let the council alone.

Jazz was playing a board game with the Cassetticons before he heard a collection of giggles. His helm shot up and turned to where the giggles came from, a pair of tiny wings disappeared from behind the wall. He stood up and went after the intruder very quietly. The Cassetticons all stared at their temporary guardian with confusion and opened their bonds to their creator.

"Hey, come back here! It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." Jazz called after before seeing a pair of blue optics and a pair of red optics peek around the doorway. The Polyhexian felt a rush of fear flood his systems. He looked down and saw his arms coated with energon, and he shouted before backing up into the hall as he tried to wipe the energon off.

"Jazz, you're okay. Whatever you're seeing, isn't real." Eject tried to pull Jazz out of his memory flux with Slamdance helping him pull his arms away. Jazz crumbled to the floor as he held his helm as he cried. The bipedals hugged the larger mech, letting him know he was safe.

The visored mech felt cool air around his legs and when he looked down, he saw two tiny frames hugging his legs with soft chirps. Jazz's servos went over the ghostly helms, finding it oddly calming to him. "It's okay, I'm okay. We're safe."

"What happened?" Eject continued to hold onto the Polyhexian even though he could feel his side of the bond calming down. The mech shook his helm before he laid his helm back against the small table that he bumped into when he fell. "Wanna go play again?"

"Yeah, give me a sec 'ject." Jazz looked at the mech with a smile forced and his helm tilted to the side. He took a few more calming intakes before standing up and picked up the two mechs. "Alright let's play some more."Ch. 18