Author's Notes: 50 chapters? How did that happen? Lol. More drabbles for fun.

Drabble 199

"The journey of a thousand miles, begins with," Epps murmured, the human officer forgetting the quote.

"A mech who ticked off any flyer. Has to drive," Hound offered. The green armored scout glanced at the others.

"A hot engine and no sense of direction," Hot Rod smirked.

"Itinerary filed and orders acknowledged," Prowl corrected.

"A desire to find a missing love," Elita leaned against Optimus, engine purring.

"Friends and lots of ammo," Chromia said.

"Me Grimlock roaming. Never gone that far before."

"Good tunes and an energon fill up," Jazz enthused.

"Adventure lads. Been there many a time," Kup finished.

Drabble 200

"Sideswipe, it is time you took responsibility."

"Prowl, it wasn't me! The last prank," Sideswipe began explaining hurriedly.

"Is irrelevant. I mean responsibility of Command. You will teach the new class of NEST recruits while Sunstreaker is off planet with Magnus' team," Prowl stated.

"Why now?"

"You have a reckless edge to your combat tactics, sacrificing safety in rash decisions and are not beyond cheating. However, you have shown a maturity of late. I believe a good officer hides within combined with a drive for the Autobot cause and not personal glory. Class begins tomorrow. Send me regular updates please."

Drabble 201

"Bumblebee, why are you up?"

The yellow scout turned, deliberately widening his optics like a shy youngling, the nightmares forgotten. He warbled happily before pointing at Arcee.

"I'm on patrol. Prevent attacks after dark."

:: I love the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. Rare is the beauty that shines before me, to be seen:: Bumblebee

"Charmer. And speaking of being seen." The femme played a video of a child in a yellow robot costume folding down to a mini Camaro. "He's copying you."

::Me?:: Bumblebee

"In all the war and pain we forget we inspire children."

Drabble 202

"Why am I assigned to this mission?" Sunstreaker grumped. "The area has no roads, only gravel and dirt. Mess my paint."

"You're trouble."

"Thief, like Jazz," Ironhide answered.

"Hey! I resent that," Jazz stood up, his visor flaring. "I'm not a thief, I am really good at acquiring things that are not mine per Command orders."

"Who else would be charged with a task transcending skill and sedulous care?"

"Okay, explained that way."

"I chose medical as a career path after being a politician," Ratchet reminded at their looks.

"And?"

"The path turned out to be more like a cliff."

Drabble 203

Prowl glanced over, wondering who sent a NEST email instead of contacting him directly. "Sideswipe? Ah, class updates."

Day 1 – Two soldiers expelled for watching porn during lecture. Revoked upon investigation. Were car auction and carwash videos.

Day 2 – Clarified Rumble is not my descendent. My pile driver arms are not earthquake makers. One suspended for absences, offlined last week. Need to reschedule orientation.

Day 3 – Teacher placed on half day administrative leave for drinking on job. Ironhide substituted.

Day 4 – Field trip : Explosives, covert attacks with Wheeljack and Aerialbots.

Day 5 – Guest lecturer: CMO Ratchet in med bay.