Chapter 16 is now a go.

So just a pointer for the point of view on this story, I'm doing the third person approach with a general type of whoever is in the area I guess would be the best way to describe it, so I might type some things that don't make sense, it's because the people in the area don't know things or the people that do aren't there. If that makes any sense sorry if it just confuses people even more.

And now some Responses to you people's glorious reviews.

Lethal: glad to see you're still around and thanks for the review, here's another chapter for you appreciate you sticking around this long.

Draegoon: So yes I have figured out how the names are gonna go, and I'll get some maybe not all but definitely some of them sorted out this chapter.

Atsik: Well she did sure quite a bit of trauma so I think it's understandable for her not to be up and about just yet, but we'll see I'll make sure she isn't forever comatose.

Chrono: so in true FF dot net fashion after you said I could find the episodes on something it deleted part of your review I think, and I would hope I wouldn't be a rival considering we've worked on one of your stories together.

DevilsMusic: glad to see you're enjoying the story, and if you could name the app that would be nice, I'm currently using some weird site that needs ads every five seconds.

Starpottergeek: I think I might at some point I'm not sure when just keep a look out.

Shadowmydog: If you're talking about the part with screamer, yea I don't like getting things just cut short like how it did in the show with it just cutting to them going through the bridge pretty much no in between. And are you talking about the U.S. President from the MCU or something else?

Guest with Jameson name suggestion: Okay so I really liked your name suggestion and I was gonna use it then I decided I might as well look it up to see if it's already taken, and it actually is already an actual bot I think, or at least on the wiki I use for name searches, so sorry but it's out of the running.

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"If you do not have courage, you may not have the opportunity to use any of your other virtues." – Samuel L. Jackson

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Chapter 15

Name game and vehicular mechslaughter

"Hey what about Blaster?"

Bulkhead shook his helm at the suggestion, "Nope already taken, he's the Autobot communication officer." Jameson growled at the wrecker as another suggestion was shot down.

"Yah know, I thought this would be cool making a new name for myself, but everything I come up with has sounded stupid or was already taken." Jameson turned and smacked his helm on the concrete wall behind him and let out a low groan as the clang bounced down the hallway.

"Oh come on it's not that bad and you actually had some good one's you just don't like them apparently." Raf said trying to cheer up the war built mech.

"Easy for you to say Codebreaker, you didn't really have to come up with a name you just used the cybertronian one the others already had for you." And the only reply Raf who took to calling himself Codebreaker now, could come up with was to shrug as he wasn't wrong.

Miko and Raf didn't really think all too hard on it really as the bots had told them there were names they already had for them for when they spoke cybertronian as their real names didn't translate into the robotic language very well, and seeing as how they were accurate enough and they both liked them so they took them.

Miko's was actually truer than anyone wanted to know, as it turned out that when Team Prime went after Airachnid combat moves wasn't the only thing that Wheeljack was teaching Miko as now she could use the internal speakers built in her frame. And as a gif t to the wrecker recruit, Wheeljack built her a new guitar one she could use as a cybertronian. Much to everyone but the wrecker's horror, as it was much louder than her previous and much smaller guitar. All of this solidifying her new name of Soundshock

Jack still hadn't told anyone if he had thought of any names for himself yet, and his name translated fine into cybertronian so he couldn't take that route so he was left with coming up with his own or taking other people's suggestions.

Mikaela was the next to come up with a name. It happened during training at the firing range; she activated a pair of heavy flamethrowers that incinerated most of the small shanty structures that were put in place leaving ash and debris where they stood. Cliffjumper was there and made a remark about how she burned the place down in a flash and she took that and called herself Flashburner.

Vince actually decided on calling himself Hardcharger, after Bee described his fighting style as a bull on a rampage, which wasn't off the mark by much as Vince used the holo-room frequently to take out his anger.

And so far the last person to make up their mind about a name was Spike, as and decided to call himself Augment as he liked tinkering with things and he proved that he liked tinkering with things indeed. Wheeljack and he both decided it was a good idea to attempt to make his grenades better. Suffice to say that both of them spent some time in Ratchet's med-bay with dents in their helms.

Jameson was actually pretty good at coming up with names for some other people as were considering names that he came up with for them however he didn't seem to have such luck with himself. "Come on if anything this should be easy for you." Bulkhead prodded.

Jameson only let out another groan as he refused to dislodge his helm from the wall. Raf, and Bulkhead only shared bemused looks as the war framed mech continued to groan, not in pain just in frustration. Jameson only removed his helm when the proximity alarm rang from the command center, and all three bots made their way to the central room.

As they entered they saw the elevator door open allowing Agent Fowler and Lt. Col. Lennox into the human area and Sean at the terminal watching the screen. The army officer taking off his beret and collapsing on the couch, as Fowler leaned over the guard rail both mean looking exhausted. "Will, I swear on whatever higher power is out there, the next time I see that man I'm going to shoot him." The agent said glaring toward the officer but not at him.

"What happened now?" Raf asked as he came up to the railing, Sean only glancing at them as he stood at the screens.

Sean had ultimately decided he didn't want to be in any kind of conflict and while he would still receive training he wouldn't fight. He did decide however that he would help how he could around the base and at the moment that was keeping watch over security and comms.

"Ugh Galloway," Lennox groaned, "Fowler tried getting the proper clearances for your families to be able to see you and apparently he didn't get the memo."

"Wait so your telling me, that coward is trying to keep the kids families from them?" Bulkhead roared, slamming his servo down on a piece of equipment, gaining the attention of Ratchet who was in his section of the command center.

"Bulkhead I needed that!" Ratchet yelled coming over and grabbing the destroyed gadget and looking over the device to see if any part of it was salvageable.

"Sadly, that's the base of it," Fowler gritted out. "He doesn't believe that the kids are who they say they are, he's trying to block us but since we have the president's permission we do have some ways around him but they'll take longer." Fowler clarified, and gave Raf another speck of hope.

"Does this Galloway guy give you guy's trouble often?" Raf questioned, glancing between Fowler and Lennox.

"Trouble is putting it mildly, and often doesn't even begin to cover the amount of crap this guy puts us through." Fowler spat obviously the more vocal between the two, but it was obvious at a glance that Lennox had plenty to say as well about the man. "The President, saw him as a good diplomat and the man is, but that's between humans, apparently he takes the term xenophobic to a whole new level."

"What about the President?" Jameson pointed out. "Didn't he give you guys the go ahead to bring in their families"

"He did, but apparently that doesn't matter to the man, he's still trying his best to put us through the wringer again." Lennox explained, "His loyalty to the President apparently goes as far as long as it doesn't cross any of his interests."

"Man that's a load of slag." Bulkhead growled, this time careful to bring his servo down on any equipment. Everyone could agree that none of them wanted to meet the man in discussion that probably wouldn't end well for anyone involved.

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"So Jack-Rabbit, you think of an alt-mode yet?" the question came with a fast kick to the helm that Jack barely managed to dodge as another punch came flying into his torso. A shot that probably would have winded him had he been human and not wearing armor only making him grunt as he retaliated making the femme he was sparing with backpedal.

"Not really, I haven't been thinking about that much." Jack threw another punch but Miko dodged underneath it and slid between his legs and on the way kicking out the back of his knees making the larger bot wobble and fall to a knee which she took advantage of and put Jack into a helmlock, she may have been small, but she knew where to hit to hurt.

Jack tapped her arm twice and Miko let go allowing the energon circulation to his helm to continue unobstructed. "Ah come on, you're an absolute behemoth, you've gotta get yourself a nice set of wheels and wings in your case too." Miko pointed poking one of the downward sloping appendages producing a yelp from Jack as the feedback from the contact shocked his systems.

"Well it's not exactly been on my list of priorities as of late." Jack groused as he rubbed the bit that Miko poked.

"Oh yes, because training the day away, and not getting any recharge are such wonderful priorities." Miko retorted, "Seriously what's up with you? You've been down here any chance you can get and you've been avoiding everyone, anytime someone can interact with you is during training." Miko poked Jack again this time in the chest plate not getting any reaction out of the big mech and crossed her arms in irritation.

Jack glared at her in annoyance, and while she wasn't exactly wrong, he didn't feel like getting called out at the moment. "So what did my mom put you up to this or was it Arcee? I'm fine I've just been stressed out the past couple of days." Jack excused waving off the annoyed femme.

Miko rolled her optics, but decided it was probably better to drop it lest it start a fight; she never was really good at these intervention type conversations. But she was worried; you could see it in his movements that Jack hadn't been recharging properly for a while now, his movements jerky and sluggish, and his optics dim.

"Fine, but come on the least you can do is pick an alt-mode so we can go outside more." Jack's optics actually brightened up a little at that as some of them had started to go a little stir crazy. "And well with you being the size you are, I'm pretty sure you'd have to go military but hey it's a start. I already picked mine, it's a Jaguar F-type and it looks nice."

Jack could only scoff as only Miko could pick something that looked so flashy in a town like Jasper. "Really Soundshock, were supposed to be robots in disguise now wouldn't that attract more attention." Jack pointed out but Miko only smirked making him wonder what she was about to say.

"Heh tell that to Flashburner she decided she wanted to be a Lambo Aventador." Jack could only widen his optics at that, So Miko was flashy and Mikaela decided to be even flashier, making Jack groan.

"Sari picked out a Jeep wrangler of all cars but she's still trying to find a plane, none of the American jets fit her frame type they're too big," Miko explained and continued on listing the people who had chosen Alt-modes so far. "Spike picked a F-350 and asked if it could have a utility bed. Jameson's been having a hard time choosing between what tank he want's he ruled out the Abram's apparently it's just a basic pick for him, so he's choosing between a German leopard tank or the British Challenger." Miko rolled her eyes as she named the tanks after listening to the war frame rant about different tanks she knew more about tanks now than she ever wanted to.

Miko perked up as she remembered something that she might be able to actually use against Jack. "You know, your mom picked an alt-mode today, it's an AugustaWestland AW139." Jack just blinked at the femme as she named off various names of different vehicles that Jack couldn't even guess as to what they were. "Funnily enough she's a helicopter." Miko laughed.

"How in the world do you know all of this?" Jack question, baffled that the energy filled femme had enough time to listen to people as they figured out there modes of transportation.

"I asked Jameson, he's the one compiling the list to send to Fowler." Miko replied casually, "So come on you must have some idea as to what alt-mode you want." Miko decided the best idea was to repeat 'come on' constantly while poking Jack anywhere she could reach and would dodge away when Jack swatted at her.

"Fine, Miko, but I have no idea what would fit me, I'm pretty sure I'm larger than most of the trucks in Jasper, hey I'm even a bit taller than Optimus." Jack pointed out with a groan finally giving in to the persistent femme.

"And leave that to me, I've got your frame size stats right here." Miko tapped her temple as she bounded off to the elevator.

"Do I even want to know how you know that?" Jack asked with a raised optic ridge. "Scrap I don't even know that." He realized as he stared after his crazy friend.

"Oh come on I didn't do anything bad I just asked Ratchet," Miko shrugged nonchalantly, only getting an unimpressed look from Jack. "Okay fine maybe I just asked his datapad that he had lying around, because he's still mad at me over the glass incident, but its fine."

Jack only shook his helm as he entered the elevator behind the femme, and pressed the button taking them back up to the main level. The ride was mostly quiet as they went up only to be broken as Jack exasperatedly scolded Miko. "One of these day's you're gonna get caught by someone where you shouldn't be and it's not going to end well."

"Well today was not that day now come on let's get you an alt-mode or two Jack rabbit." Miko said as the elevator doors opened and she bolted down the hallway, almost knocking into poor Sierra in her mad dash, ignoring the agitated shouts trailing her.

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"Are you sure that what you are seeing in the scans is correct?" Optimus asked over his friend's shoulder, as they both examined the data coming through the screen. While Optimus was many things, medically inclined was not one of them a so much of the data went over his helm which is why he looked to his CMO for answers.

"I'm sure Optimus, the energy output from his spark and what I'm assuming is the key to Vector Sigma is the same as that of the Matrix within your chest. I may be old but my optics still function perfectly." Ratchet huffed as he continued rigorously looking through the data and trying to understand the data coming in.

"So it wasn't just a 'fluke' as the humans call it that Jackson was able to use the Solus' Forge." Optimus hummed as he stepped back from the terminal and looked across the command center as both Miko and Jack entered, starting a conversation with Jameson, Raf, and Bulkhead.

"You remember what I had commented on Jack's behavior after you had gone missing in my report?" Optimus nodded as he observed the humans, former and unaffected interact with each other.

Lennox after the meeting with the President had actually started coming around, and got along well with the kids. Especially the new ones, it probably helped that he was human and not cybertronian and Optimus could fault none of them for being distrustful of his race after what the Decepticon's did. Spike, Mikaela, and Vince, when he came out of his quarters, actually got along with Lennox the best while Sari, Carly, and Sierra preferred to be around Agent Fowler, the odd but increasingly welcoming agent was a comfort to them it seemed.

It was good to see them doing better, Sari would now speak with Bumblebee on a regular basis, and while Sean was definitely still an easy to anger individual he was at least being civil now.

Optimus could only look on and hope that they would be able to find peace before this accursed war tore it from them more than it already has. They were far too young for them to be taking part, even if some of them were considered to be near adults by human standards it was not their fight.

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"Come on Jack, it's an awesome jet and it fits your frame specs, which do you have any idea how much of a pain in the aft it was to find something that fit you, it was like trying to fit Shaq into kiddie clothes." Jameson groused.

Jack only frowned at the Image that Jameson had displayed on the terminal; it was an A-10 Thunderbolt, is what the name said but the war frame had called it a Warthog. "I'm not complaining about the effort you put into looking for this stuff, but I don't even know how to fly a plane much less turn myself into one."

When Jack had caught up to Miko in the command center, it was not before she had explained to everyone there what she was trying to do for Jack. Everyone else thought it was a great idea to get the 'stick in the mud', their description of him not his, and started throwing name suggestions at him and Jameson pulled up his list of vehicles that Jack's alt-mode specs fit. So far Jack picked as his ground mode a police variant of an MRAP, it wasn't exactly under the radar, but given his size and limited options it was that or a tank probably. Now Jameson was scrolling through a short list of jets that would be suitable, and Jack didn't mind the fact he had a second mode it was just he had no idea what to do in regards of anything aerial.

"We already said we could help you with the fully transforming part, but I'm sure we could find someone to help you learn how to fly." Bulkhead brought up, "Fowler said he could help, you'd just give him control of your alt-mode and watch and feel what he does."

Jack's argument stalled on his glossa, "Alright we'll go with that one," Jack relented as he pointed at the image of the attack aircraft. Jameson grinded as the image disappeared and Jack's name along with everyone else appeared on a list with his new alt-mode suggestions took its place.

On the list he could see that Sean also picked an alt-mode, a dodge charger with enough off-road mods it could probably compete in just about any terrain with off road tires, a ram bar, a snorkel for whatever reason, and enough lights to light up the void. Jack could also see Sierra who picked a Suzuki GSX250R, which to Jack looked like a really nice motorcycle, but he personally had a favorite that could surpass that model in every way.

Jack's optics widened and he shook his head as he let that thought get lost in the back of his processor. Jack looked again at the list to try and distract himself, and saw that Carly also found an alt-mode she liked, an AH-64 Apache, and Jack blinked, that had a lot of guns and rockets. Jack would have never figured that Carly would have gone for what is pretty much a gunship; at most he would have expected a transport helicopter.

Jameson finished filling out the list of vehicles, the last person he needed was Vince who was too busy taking care of his sister, for doing much else at the time so he hadn't bothered asking the mech, although he did compile a list of trucks that fit his frame specs, most of them being semi-trucks due to his size. Jameson closed the list and sent it Fowler who was bemusedly watching an argument between Jack and Miko.

"For the last time Miko, I'm not going to be called killjoy." Jack scowled at the femme as she danced around and darting in once and a while to poke him and bouncing away from his attempts at swatting at her.

"But come on, it fits you so well." Miko pouted jokingly, poking Jack again and bouncing away again. "Alright fine how about Bastion? Cause you've got that whole defender thing down to a tee not to mention you're built like one anyway."

"Isn't that the name of an Overwatch character? One that if I remember you really don't like," Raf intersected, making Miko pause for a second in thought.

"Gah, your right, I mean it is kinda fitting, but my hatred for that minigun toting bird loving beep bot runs deeper." Miko huffed, irritated that her good mood was ruined. "Fine, but I swear Jack you need to come up with something, and it better be cool cause if it's not I'm kicking your aft again." Miko sang and with that joking threat, she strode off down the hall probably to terrorize someone else.

"Does it ever stop with her?" Jack groaned his servo's rubbing at his temples the growing processor ache finally deciding to cease its pounding.

Raf only laughed at his friends misery not affected by the rambunctious girls antics as much as Jack, "You know her as much as I do Jack and she had two modes, hyperactive guitarist or passed out dead to the world."

And despite the pain in the processor it caused him Jack laughed at the truth behind it, it was so bad with her that one time he had to wake her up to get ready for training. Nothing short of the base exploding around her could have waken her up. Finally at eleven in the morning she had onlined from her recharge, only to find that she had been moved to Ratchets corner and being monitor by several nervous bots, all of them fearing that it was a side effect of the reformatting that it only was temporary before they shut down. Ratchet was irritated that his time was wasted but relieved that she was just a deep recharger and had been up way late the previous night.

Since then they had taken precautions to ensure that Miko got to training on time, such as installing a curfew, to ensure she didn't do it again. Everyone else was relieved that the curfew didn't involve them much to Miko's chagrin. It was actually a very lax restriction as well; it just ensured she didn't stay up well into the next morning.

"Well she's not exactly wrong though, the bots do have a point about being wary about MECH." Jack responded, and Raf only shrugged.

"Well it's not only that, apparently on Cybertron it was tradition that if you went through a reformat that you could chose to change your name." Raf explained He had been taking lessons from Bee and sometimes from Ratchet if the medic had the time. It was from various things to history and some politics to legends and culture, Raf found it all to be incredibly interesting as well as some of the others, Miko of course thought it was boring and Jack didn't mind a few of the lesson's but left the one's surrounding art faster than Miko in a history lesson.

"Yea, Arcee told me about that during a training match." Jack shrugged; Jack however didn't need to see the smirk beneath Raf and Jameson's visor/mouth guard respectively, to know what they were going to say.

"So did you get wiped out again?" Jack didn't even get to answer in a classical sarcastic manner as a femme interrupted him.

"Of course he did, he can talk the talk but he can't walk the walk just yet." Arcee, said smugly her servo resting on her hip, "And no Jack it wasn't even close."

Jack grumbled as she rubbed in that she beat him again for the fifth time, he actually managed to beat Bumblebee in a spar although Jack wasn't sure if it was just to make him feel better and Jack was able to beat Bulkhead on a consistent enough basis. Wheeljack was also in the list of bots he couldn't beat, he had Bulkhead's strength and a bit of Arcee's speed so that made him debatably worse than the femme, although Jack did manage to score a hit on Wheeljack, he's yet to have done so on Arcee.

"Oh come on Cee it's not like I'm doing that bad," Jack pouted as the femme patted his arm in a 'there, there' Jack knew the drill at this point the teasing would last for a little while longer then they would change topics.

The change in topic actually came faster than Jack thought as Optimus walked over to where they were talking gaining Arcee's attention first. "What's up Optimus, Everything alright?"

Optimus nodded, "Everything is fine Arcee, with Jameson' suggestions, the base is currently more secured than before and currently we are in possession of two high class prisoners. For the time being we hold the advantage." And Optimus was right, the cons' hadn't attack any bases since before Dreadwing joined up with them and with added security cameras around the base curtesy of Fowler and Jameson' military connections combined with Starscream's intel things were going great.

"Sir, what about my suggestion to use the Forge of Solus Prime to upgrade our current hardware." Jameson spoke up as he gestured to the ancient even by human standards computers and the Ground Bridge.

Optimus hummed in thought before answering the mech, "While it would be a wise decision to use the forge in such a manner, we simply can't do so at the moment." Before anyone could question what Optimus meant he raised his servo motioning for silence. "The forge while a tool of one of the original thirteen it does not hold infinite power and bringing Cliffjumper back from the well, seems to have greatly drained it's power."

"Oh," Jameson mutter, disappointed his idea was shut down. "Well if that's the case I can see if we can get any better equipment from the government; given that Galloway doesn't try to get in the way again."

"Thank you for your assistance, with this heightened security we can rest easier around the base." Taking that as a dismissal Jameson gave a respectful nod and turned to the main terminal relieving Sean from watch duty. Optimus began to speak again before he stopped and his optics brightened. Jack and Arcee shared a concerned glance as the Autobot leader stood still for several moments, his posture straighter like he had just seen a ghost or something.

Before Optimus could speak he felt a pulse of warmth originating from the matrix of leadership and white overtook his vision. He remembered this happening only a select few times in the past, when an event of great importance was happening. Quickly the whispers of the primes before him took hold of his senses, words flooded his processors and information was implanted quickly before the whispers faded and his vision came back into focus. The first thing he saw was Jack and Arcee's worried optics and Jack gently shook his shoulder trying to get his attention. Many suspicions were answered and many more questions were brought to the front of Optimus' processor.

"I… must apologize; my attention was demanded elsewhere for a moment." Optimus half explained, quickly but quietly venting to allow his heated processors to cool from the sudden influx of information, this always seemed to happen when the primes needed him to know something and it wasn't always a pleasant experience, or convenient either. Looking around Optimus noticed that neither Raf nor Bulkhead saw what happened as they were caught up in a conversation with Fowler and Lennox.

"You okay Optimus?" Jack asked, and Optimus gave him one of his rare smiles, which surprised the young mech.

"Yes Jackson I'm fine, thank you for your concern." Optimus frowned though as he got a much closer look at Jack than he had earlier, noticing the dimming optics and exhausted expression that he was keeping at bay, barely, as well as the multiple dents and scrapes across his frame from extensive training. "But I must ask you the same thing, have you been recharging properly?"

That drew Jack short as he took a step back and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck cables. "Uh, no, no I haven't really." Jack admitted and blinked at the scalding glare he got from Arcee.

"Jackson Darby, you need to take care of yourself ignoring recharge can get you offlined quicker than running into a vat of scraplets." Arcee ranted as she poked him running home exactly how bad it was for him to do this in her optics.

"I'm fine Arcee really, and it's not like I'm actually going out into the field yet. We've all still got quite a ways to go before we're battle ready." Jack excused, seemingly trying to claw his way out of having to recharge like a sparkling running around the house from its creator. Arcee pinged Optimus with glyphs of worry and concern for her partner.

"Well, that's true but, are you sure you're okay?" Arcee questioned holding onto Jack's arm as she stood next to him. Jack just sighed at the question and decided it was probably better to get through this uncomfortable conversation.

"I've just… been having weird dreams and they've just been freaking me out I guess." Jack explained nervously, not sure if they would try and pry or not and quickly cut in again before they could ask anything. "They aren't nightmares or anything, they just make me uncomfortable and it interrupts my recharge, I'm sure they'll pass with time."

Optimus and Arcee shared another glance, and both decided not to pry, they knew from experience that having the person talk about what kept them up at night come to them first was better, Arcee better than most. "Okay, if you are sure, but at least trying and not avoid recharge, else you'll have Ratchet start coming down on you."

Jack smiled at the joke but understood that she wasn't kidding; Jack had seen Ratchet go after Optimus for staying up and not recharging. "Yeah, I think I might actually go recharge now." Optimus nodded and Jack started walking toward his quarters.

Optimus felt another pulse of warmth from the matrix, it didn't overwhelm his senses again, however it did leave him with a name. "Jack," and the young mech turned back around and the prime continued. "Have you decided upon a name yet?"

This caught Jack by surprise at the timing of it. "No, not yet, that's actually what Miko and I were arguing about earlier." Jack replied wondering where this was going.

"Would you mind a suggestion to think over then? I believe this one is fitting for you." This caught Jack by even more of a surprise but in a way it was a pleasant one.

"Oh sure Optimus it would be an honor, I could use the help actually, I haven't been able to think of anything." Jack smiled as he gave Optimus his full attention and Arcee stood by wondering what her leader thought of that felt fitting for Jack.

"I believe Valorous would be a good name for you." Optimus announced, "You are a courageous individual who places yourself in harm's way in the place of others and protects them valiantly." Optimus explained.

Jack blinked and tried to not show any reaction as Optimus said the same name as the one he had heard from his dream. Albeit Optimus hadn't called him a prime so that was good and it wasn't actually a bad name, he originally just hadn't wanted to use it to make himself seem full of himself. "Wow, I… thank you Optimus, I'll think about it. Thank you."

Optimus nodded to Jack who turned back toward his quarters only to be stopped as quick and loud pede steps gained everyone's attention. Vince quickly came bolting out of the hall his optics wide as he searched the room and finally falling on Jack. "Darby! Where's your mom at!"

Jack struggled to think of where she might be as Ratchet quickly came over from his corner of the command center. "She's currently in the S.A.F.E. working on her close quarters weapons." The medic explained. "Why, has Claire's condition changed at all?"

"She's awake," was all the hot headed mech said as he took off back down the hall again. Everyone shared surprised glances before several people started to following him, Fowler and Lennox opting to hitch a ride on Bulkhead's servo.

Optimus watched as, Raf, Arcee, and Bulkhead followed Jack, Vince, and Ratchet to where Vince's younger sister was. Optimus was about to go about his own business and allow Ratchet to maintain the situation, when Jameson gave a shout. "I got it, what about Hammerbolt?"

It took Jameson a second to realize it was now only him and Optimus remaining in the command center, "Where'd everyone go?" and in reply Optimus only pointed down the hall and left the war frame to watch duty as the mech began grumbling about one thing or another.

Yay another chapter down dun, dun, dun another one bites the dust.

And tada Claire's awake just not in the chapter yet, yall gonna have to wait for that in the next chapter.

And oh my sweet everything, school just makes me want to throw my laptop out the window and never write again. I've not really got much to do but it's enough to get tired of typing/writing.

Also the names things is still up to change, just because I have them written out here doesn't mean their set in stone if it's good enough I might change it.

And well, hope everyone's had a good 2020 so far, geez January was… many words and none of them are very nice.

I think that's everything so have a good day/night and stay frosty my friends.