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Authoress: Even though this is a new story I get to bring some bots in now! *jumps excitedly*

Jazz: Why?

Authoress: Birthday request! And it's from one of my biggest supporters!

Jazz: *smiles* Then we have to sing awesomely!

Everybody and Everybot: *sing* Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Authoress' Brother! Happy Birthday to you!

Authoress: *smiles and cries* Thank you so much everyone! I really appreciate this!

AN: I only did a request to start a new story because this is from my brother. He is the only one who is allowed to do this.

Chapter 1: Arriving on the Dancefloor

Jazz's 1st P.O.V.

"So why'd you do it?"

I glanced at the barkeeper in front of me, known as Slapjack, before I picked up my energon cube and took a sip of it. It had been seven solar cycles since Optimus team had returned to Earth, including some new bots along with the resurrected Prowl, and I found myself coming in here when I wasn't on shift and one of my teammates couldn't hang out with me.

It was strange to think that, just six solars ago, Prowl had been offline. But, when we were at the burying ceremony, a light had enveloped Prowl's coffin and, when it disappeared, the cover of the coffin was off and Prowl was back with us…alive and well. While he hadn't remembered much of his time in the Well, my friend did remember being encased in a warm light before a voice had told him that it was not his time to offline.

The question he was asking me was connected to Prowl, somewhat, but wasn't as directly connected as most would assume. Once I placed my cube of energon down, I asked the mech the question I was sure he was asking me back. "Why'd I rejoin Sentinel's team?"

Dark blue optics stared at me before their owner, Slapjack, nodded. "That's right. I've got my sources and they said that you had left his team before the famous battle on Earth. But, now, you've returned even though most bots with a working processor who are able would steer clear of that power-hungry maniac."

Normally talk like that would be looked down upon…even if it was about Sentinel, but I knew better. Slapjack was older than his chassis let out and he had known Sentinel back when he was a cadet in boot camp. Knew that entire team actually. He would have the most right out of any bot to make comments about Sentinel and get away with them. Plus, I couldn't say that he was wrong.

I took another drink of my energon before answering him. "I came back because I am needed here. There are those that depend on me to watch out for them. When I left the first time, I didn't realize how important I was in keeping balance in our team. But, I found out all too well when I returned with Optimus' team." The team had been ready to tear itself apart and I had to help keep one of our newer members from strangling Sentinel the nano that I met with them.

…That had been a long day.

Before I could continue to talk with Slapjack, a private message came onto my HUD. "Jazz, report to the Steelhaven immediately! The Decepticons have escaped! That's an order!-Sentinel."

I couldn't believe what I was reading but, when an explosion suddenly sounded from outside, both Slapjack and I ran out to see what was going on. When I opened the door to his bar, I felt my optics widen in shock at the sight in front of me. In the streets bots of all kinds were screaming and running away from a specific area. Smoke billowed into the sky and, as I traced the origin of the smoke to a hole in the 'indestructible' Trypticon Prison. That must have been a secondary explosion to distract our prisoner recovery team since Sentinel had informed me of the escape before the second explosion went off.

Without explaining what was going on to Slapjack, I sprinted down the platform in front of the bar's door before weaving through the panicked femmes and mechs. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. We had just captured Megatron and his higher command, which was a large blow to the Decepticons, and now it looked like we had just been attacked so Megatron could escape.

Within ten clicks, I arrived at the shipyards and saw that the gangplank to the Steelhaven was already lowered and the bots from our team were starting to board. The first on was Sentinel and I could see that he was not happy about this situation. Of course, he probably didn't like the suddenness of the escape.

I barely saw Blurr as he ran on board the ship. When the Decepticons had revealed what they had done to Blurr, while they were on trial, medics were immediately sent to the disposal site and we were lucky that Blurr was still alive. When he was repaired, I was surprised that the previous intelligence agent decided to come onto Sentinel's team. I figured that he must have some processor issues after what happened to him so a part of the reason that I came back was to keep an optic on the speedster.

After him walked Jetfire and Jetstorm and they seemed excited about something. They probably had more information on what was going on than I did. Of course, they could just be excited about playing a prank. The two of them had recently picked up the habit of pranking from some members of the Elite Guard and now they were unstoppable. Hopefully, since Sentinel was in a very irritable mood, they would at least hold off on the pranks until we got to whatever planet we were bound for.

After the two of them walked up I reached the bottom of the gangplank and watched as the second to last member besides myself walked aboard. He was a tall black car mech…the tallest mech on our team, and he had red markings on his helm and hips. His faceplate was white and his optics were a medium blue. His battle visor, when on, was a light blue.

The bot's name was Dunce and he was the main reason that I returned to Sentinel's team. While the mech was very kind…he wasn't a fighter. Don't get me wrong, I had seen him once defend himself when he was attacked before I could reach him. But, he did not believe in striking a bot first. Actually, he tried to avoid battle in general when he could. Of course, that wasn't helped by the fact that Dunce had only completed one solar of boot camp before he was placed as Sentinel's personal errand bot.

And strangely enough, whenever I would see Dunce and Sentinel in the same room, Dunce was always afraid of Sentinel. He would follow Sentinel's orders without hesitation and he would be very cautious when dealing with the Prime. That confused me because Dunce had a frame structure that would definitely be able to take Sentinel on.

"Looks like we get to go on the bot hunt." I had started to climb the gangplank when that voice came from next to me. Our other new member, Setophis, walked next to me and motioned toward the group of bots loading on the ship. "I'm not sure how this team was able to become so formed, but I feel like this will be a very interesting experience." He then slowly walked ahead of me an onto the ship. The dark blue car mech with black markings was barely taller than I was and his dark blue optics seemed to always be holding the secrets of the universe. He had joined Sentinel's team about four solars ago and, from what I had seen, he seemed trustworthy. Setophis had hit up a strange friendship with Blurr and he wasn't mean to Dunce. Those were two pluses for the bot…well, in my processor at least.

I boarded the Steelhaven and, as I walked to the bridge, I thought about Dunce. Most bots on Cybertron hated him and I never understood why. Sure, the bot didn't come from the Well but from two creators. So what? He was still a Cybertronian just like the rest of us. But, from how most bots treated the mech, you would think that he was the progeny of Unicron.

But, I would make sure that he was treated respectfully while I was here. While the bot didn't have any formal training, I knew that he had so much potential and I just wished that somebot else would one solar realize that.

Dunce's 1st P.O.V.

I shifted nervously on my seat as the Steelhaven flew through space as we followed the thinning ion trail that the Decepticons left behind. While I knew that fighting was a part of the Autobot way, I was nervous about what we were going to come across. I couldn't afford to make Sentinel upset with me during this trip. He had…shown me the advantages to never upsetting your superior officer. It had only taken a few lessons from Sentinel to allow me to see my place in the Autobot cog.

"It seems like we are losing the ion trail." The sudden breaking of silence by Setophis' question caused me to jump slightly in my seat. When I was around those in command, I tended to lose observance of what was going on around me.

A shiver traveled up my spinal strut, though I didn't let it show, when Sentinel slammed his servo down and glared at the visual of space in front of us. "I will recapture those Decepticons. I have very little doubt in their intended destination."

Really? How did he already know? I knew not to question my commanding officer out loud…another lesson Sentinel made sure to make sure I knew. Thankfully, I wasn't the only one curious about how Sentinel Prime knew we were on the right track. "And where exactly do you believe the Decepticons are heading?" Setophis sounded like he was almost taunting Sentinel. That was a dangerous thing to do but I couldn't warn him. If Sentinel ever caught wind that I warned Setophis about him…then he would teach me another lesson. And Sentinel was a very harsh 'teacher' when it came to repeat lessons.

My chassis stayed tense as Sentinel let off a low growl and motioned toward space. "The Decepticons seemed to get just as attached to that mudball planet called Earth as Optimus' fragmented team has. Even his new members are freaks." He mumbled that last part to himself but, since I had to train myself to listen for even the quietest order from Sentinel, I had heard him call them freaks. Since Sentinel called me a freak often enough…could these bots on Earth be friendly? The team I was on now was nice for the most part but Sentinel made everything terrible.

"That's a quick trip by space bridge." Jazz joined the conversation. I could see that Jetfire and Jetstorm looked excited to go to Earth.

Honestly, I was excited too. This was my very first time off world and I wanted to enjoy every nano that I could. I wanted to see new things, meet new beings, and maybe find some more bots who were nice. All three of those prospects made me excited about getting to Earth. During the conversations we had on the planet, I knew that Jazz had a lot of fun there and I bet it was going to be amazing.

"Dunce," I immediately stood at attention as Sentinel stated my name and stood. "I will be going to my quarters. Bring me a cube of energon quickly. The rest of you, don't disturb me until something important happens."

I wasted no time and immediately ran toward the energon storage bay of the ship. Since Sentinel had asked me to bring the energon to him in his room, then I knew I only had until he reached his door to get it to him. Otherwise, I would be too slow. I could not spill any or I would be clumsy. Both of those were qualities that Sentinel did not tolerate and would show his displeasure about immediately.

Thankfully, it didn't take me long to get the cube and mark it off the register. My pedesteps were quick and light as I made my way through the Steelhaven and toward Sentinel's quarters. I knew that I was going to be cutting my timing close but I felt like I was going to make it. I might actually,

My spark fell in fear when I saw Sentinel standing in his doorway, an upset look on his faceplate that was directed straight at me. While I was afraid, I had been 'trained' by Sentinel to not waste any time in getting his energon to him…even if it was at a slower time than he expected. "Y…Your energon Sentinel Prime sir." I then handed the cube out toward him.

His cold blue optics stared at me and the energon in my servo before he took the cube with his left servo and set it on a stand that I knew was on his right. I cleaned his room often enough and knew where everything was in there. It was a necessity if I was asked to retrieve something for him from the room. I watched as Sentinel seemed to turn to look at something in his room. Why was he,

An echo of pain shot through the hall of the Steelhaven before the burning sensation of an injury glowed on the side of my faceplate. Immediately, I rerouted my subroutines that would cause me to react to the injury. This was my punishment for being too slow in retrieving the energon. I could not allow myself to treat myself like a sparkling. There would be no tears. No soothing the burning sensation that the punch to my faceplate caused. I was lucky. It was only one punch. Times before had wrought much worse for simpler mistakes.

"You are slow and pathetic. It is no wonder the Council felt it best to stop your boot camp training. No need to waste resources on a bot with no hope." Sentinel lectured me for my mistake.

Nodding, I made sure to respond immediately. "Yes Sentinel Prime sir. Thank you for correcting me sir." A glare came from Sentinel's optics and, for a click, I feared another strike. But, Primus must have been watching me at that nano because Sentinel simply growled before closing his doors.

I made it to the next hall before an ex-vent of relief escaped me. My place in the great Autobot cog was still safe. I was so weak that I could not even make it through more than one solar of boot camp. If it wasn't for Sentinel taking me on as his errand bot…they might have thrown me to the vastness of space alone…with no way to defend myself or keep myself safe. These lessons were worth the security that came with them.

The back of my chassis soon was pressed against the wall of the hall and I found myself sliding down it. This solar was full of stress and I couldn't wait to get to this 'Earth'. Hopefully, it would calm everything down and I could learn about this strange organic planet. I just had to make sure that I didn't screw up anymore.

Another ex-vent escaped me before I placed both of my servos against my fore-helm. I wished that I could help the Autobot cause more. But…I didn't like to fight a bot unless it was in defense. I didn't like to look for a fight and, no matter how much I yearned to help the Autobots in a greater capacity, I knew that was impossible. The Autobots needed fighters who were constantly ready for battle. They didn't need defensive, weak, and pathetic me out there.

They didn't need me.

Prowl's 1st P.O.V.

Peace. Calm. Unity. My processor was completely relaxed as I worked on spreading my thoughts out of my processor. I had to perfect my processor over matter. With the rare moment of peace that the base was experiencing at the click, I knew that this was the perfect click to open my processor and try to focus on what was around me. In. Out. Peace. Calm. Uni…

"Bumblebee! Galleon! Caravel! You three get back here now!"

My optics snapped open and I almost lost my balance on my tree as Ratchet's angered vocals echoed into my room. Great. They were at it again. Sari was currently at a lesson with her tutor-bot and so that left Bumblebee and two of our three new team members to cause havoc for all of us. The victim this time, it seemed, was Ratchet.

Bumblebee's laughter rang through the base. "Only if you can catch us Hatchet!"

…They just had to choose now to be as loud and obnoxious as usual?

When we were on Cybertron, Alpha Trion had suggested to Optimus that we increase the size of our team before returning to Earth. With Earth having been of interest to the Decepticons in the past, he believed that more Decepticons would now visit Earth occasionally. I knew he was right but I didn't know many bots on Cybertron…and Jazz had returned to Sentinel's team for some reason. He hadn't told me why but I trusted him.

Anyways, Alpha Trion had suggested a group of three bots, two fresh out of the academy and one veteran, who were looking for a team and felt like our team would be best. The twin femmes that were currently causing trouble with Bumblebee were called Caravel and Galleon, both a little taller than Ratchet, and, from what I was able to get from Jazz before our team left for Earth, they had made quite a reputation in their boot camp.

They were known as the Sea Terror Twins in their boot camp troop, and to many boots outside of that troop, and Jazz soon made me understand why that was exactly. While they were known for being pranksters and causing small troubles in general…like a certain yellow and black mini-bot, they were really known for their mods. Each sister had a black anchor mod that they kept in their sub-space when in bot mode. The anchors were dangerous, large, and heavy. What more, those twins seemed to know how to use them extremely well.

But, they were now disrupting my meditation exercises and I wished that the three of them would cause problems somewhere else. Ever since I had come back from being offline, I had found myself almost overflowing with excess energy. So, I was trying to meditate to reduce the pressure of that excess energy. However, those three idiots weren't making it easy.

The sound of pedesteps snapped me out of my thoughts and I focused as the final new bot on our team entered. He was the veteran fighter known as Templar. While he was only a little older than Optimus, there were stories told of his fights during the final stellars of the Great War. He had been young to the fighting and yet he had used the training he had received off-world to fight the Decepticons helm on.

"Do you mind?" Templar asked me with a motion toward my tree.

I was assuming that he wanted up and, since I was already disrupted anyways, I didn't see a problem and letting him come up. "Come on up." I motioned to the white car mech with gray markings.

In an almost effortless set of motions, Templar climbed up the tree until he was sitting on the tree branch next to me. His light blue optics surveyed my room from this height before he turned them to me. "Not a bad view. Kinda jealous I have a berth now." He started off before shaking his helm and motioning toward the main part of the factory. "It seems like our three main trouble-makers are at it early this solar."

Nodding, I motioned to the same area. "I noticed. I wish that they would take a solar break every once in a while. My processor over matter technique needs to get better but I can't meditate when the base is always so…noisy."

Templar looked like he understood my problems. "Yes, I was meditating myself, to help focus my processor so I can focus on fighting, when I heard our medic chasing after them." He then paused before motioning to me. "I was actually coming in here to ask if you would like to go on patrol. After we take a lap of the city, we could go and meditate somewhere. Of course, I would be dependent on you for that location. You have a better appreciation for Earth and where to have a peaceful meditation."

This was…amazing! There was now another bot in base who understood the training that I was trying to accomplish. In this click I felt like I was being blessed by Primus for all eternity. I nodded and smiled at Templar's request. "That sounds like an good idea. I think Optimus is in the rec room so we'll have to tell him where we are going before we leave."

The two of us then made our way off of the tree but, before we could take three steps toward my doorway, Caravel's light blue helm, with gold markings, and light gray faceplate suddenly appeared there. "Oh, here you two are! I thought I was going to have to look forever and ever to find you. I mean, you two are like the definition of hiding in plain sight kinda stuff."

Templar and I glanced at each other before we looked back to Caravel and Templar spoke. "Caravel, is there a reason you are here or are you wanting another round of training?" The training he was referring to was training in silence and being still. Like Bumblebee, they were not the biggest fans of that training.

This was exemplified when Caravel shook her helm. "No thank you! Optimus sent me to find you two. He got a message from Cybertron and he wants to tell everybot about it." She then ran off in a burst of speed.

"This can't be good." I commented as Templar and I made our way toward the rec room.

Templar nodded at my observation but chose not to answer. It didn't matter to me. He seemed to agree with me and that was the key point in that. Whenever Cybertron called, it was rarely for a good occasion. This was especially since we had just left Cybertron not too long ago. Plus, this call probably wasn't cheap and so, whatever they were calling us about, had to involve us. Great. And we had just finished taking down Megatron and his high-ranking officers while protecting Earth.

Once the two of us were in the rec center, everybot went quiet as Optimus spoke. "I just received a call from Cybertron. It seems like Megatron and his lieutenants broke out of Trypticon prison just after we left."

Wait…that was seven solars ago! Why were we just finding out about this now? I went to ask that very question but was beaten to the punch. "Why the frag did those prancing idiots on Cybertron only decide to contact us now?!" Ratchet had a way with words and, saying it mildly, he had not enjoyed his time on Cybertron and was actually glad to be back here. Of course, I was pretty sure most of us felt the same way.

Optimus sighed and placed a servo on his helm. "They just found out. It seems the Decepticons had some help because they were able to set up solid holograms of themselves in their cells and had the energon that had been brought to them when they were still captured to explode after six solars. They had help escaping and Ultra Magnus and the Council are sure that they are going to be coming back here."

Great. This wasn't good at all. We were barely able to hold our own against them before and I bet that Megatron was not going to sit back this time around. He was in optimum condition, for the most part, and I knew that he had some strange fascination with Earth. Something told me that he would send out a call for more Decepticons to come here. We did have a working space bridge here, after all, and they could possibly use that to launch an attack on Cybertron.

"So," Templar started to speak, causing everybot else to quiet down. "is the Council sending us any reinforcements or do we proceed in protecting Earth like we will be the only Autobots here?"

Thankfully, or maybe not so much, Optimus nodded. "Thankfully, the Council sent immediate back-up in the form of a detachment of the Elite Guard. It will be a team of seven and they will arrive here by mid solar tomorrow."

That all sounded good except I noticed hesitation in Optimus' optics when he had said 'thankfully'. That meant that he wasn't sure if he should be thankful for this large team coming to Earth to help or not. "Optimus," Everybot turned to me as I spoke to our Prime. "Who is in charge of this team?"

Optimus seemed hesitant in responding but, eventually, he did. "Well…it is going to be a team led by Sentinel."

While the others started to raise a fuss about Sentinel returning to Earth, I just placed my servo against my helm. I was never going to get more training in with Sentinel here. Plus, besides Jazz and the Jet Twins, I didn't know who was going to be coming with. Hopefully, they wouldn't be like Bumblebee. If they were, then I was going to never get this training of mine moving.

Megatron's 1st P.O.V.

Primus was looking out for me, that much I knew for sure. When we had been imprisoned by the Autobots, I had realized how far I had fallen from my cause. I had become the very monster that I had been fighting for so long. It was a miracle that my troops traveled to that Pit with me. Now, however, we had to work together to pull ourselves out of the stereotypes that were attached to us. But, that was going to take work. Thankfully, our resolve paid off the solar Optimus Prime and his team returned to this planet I was on now.

We had been in our cells, awaiting for a trial date which I knew would be long out in coming, when an old acquaintance of mine visited the cells and orchestrated our release. Checking my internal clock, I realized that the bomb we placed in the cells, to make sure the Autobots realized we had escaped, should have went off about four cycles ago. I had no doubt in my processor that they would be sending teams here.

Just let them come! I had sent a coded call out to my loyal supporters and informed them that Earth was going to eventually be my new base of operations. A part of me was just doing that to annoy the Autobots. While the Earthlings seemed to side with the Autobots at the click, they were a separate governing force than the Council and did not have to obey its whims. If Earth felt like its best interests would rest better with the Decepticons, then their support would sway. One of my goals was to convince the human governments that the Decepticons were the cause they should be placing their trust in.

That was why I also informed my supporters, in the same message, to not come to Earth unless I was called and gave express permission. I did not want the human governments to think that we were launching an invasion force. That would ruin any chance that I would have at making the humans my allies. While they were small, and weak, they had sharp processors for organics and they had the capacity to understand our technology.

"Watch where you are moving that Lugnut!" Starscream yelled at the bomber, causing me to snap out of my thoughts and focus around me. Currently, we were constructing our new base here on Earth and Starscream was in charge of making sure nothing was going wrong and, if it was, he was to inform me of the problem right away.

Up until seven solars ago, I would not have even considered letting Starscream back into the Decepticons, let alone be my second in command. Plus, last that any of us had heard, he had offlined during the final battle on Earth. But, right before our escape was made, Autobots had come into our isolated cells and deposited the seeker in a cell with Shockwave. Once the Autobots returned us to isolation with each other, Starscream explained that he had been offlined during the final battle, like we had heard, and after that he was aware of only a cold dark pain. He wasn't aware of anything and he wasn't sure how much time had passed.

A light eventually came to the seeker and told him that it was not his time to offline. This voice, which also brought warmth, had also told him that, with this new lease on existence, that the traitorous seeker had to completely devote himself to the cause he believed in. The millions of solar cycles that I had known Starscream allowed me to know when the seeker was lying to me and, in those clicks that he was telling me his story, I realized that he was telling the complete truth. With that, I had taken the bounty off of his helm and restored him to his second in command position.

Walking up to the seeker, who happened to also be standing by the plans for the base, I motioned to said plans. "How much longer until the base is complete?"

The seeker glanced at the plans and seemed to do some calculations before he spoke. "I believe that we should finish the base completely by sometime tomorrow mid-solar." Starscream then paused before he motioned to the communications room…which was the first room I made sure was completed. "Oh and Lockdown called earlier. He said he needed to speak with you on something you had asked of him before our capture."

Ah, that was right. I was going to need Lockdown's assistance in this and the bounty hunter seemed to have remembered the call I made to him before the battle that I had against Optimus. "Very well. Keep pace with the building and try to get as much of the base completed as you can. Then, when you are all done for the solar, get a cube of high-grade and relax. The Autobots know of our escape now and the solars ahead are going to be challenging for all of us."

He nodded and so I took that as his acceptance that I was leaving to make my call. Once I was in the communications room, I wasted no time in establishing a connection with the bounty hunter. Almost immediately, the screen came to life and Lockdown's image appeared on the screen. "Lord Megatron,"

And I had to stop Lockdown there. "Lockdown, I have seen the error in my ways. Simply address me as Megatron or sir if you must."

The bounty hunter smirked, to my surprise, and nodded. "That's good, because the message I have for you, Megatron, is different than the one I had for Lord Megatron." Lockdown then typed some things on his side before saying, "According to my onboard computer, I should make planetfall the solar after next. Will that be soon enough to start moving your plans forward."

Solar after next. By that time, I was sure the first wave of Elite Guardsman that they would send after me would have arrived by then and I would know what players I was dealing with. That would give me plenty of time to implement our plan. "Yes that will work Lockdown. Stay safe and arrive quickly. Before long, I am sure that the Autobots will come to this planet in force. That's especially once they find out that I sent the call out to my troops that I planned on making Earth my base."

In return, the bounty hunter nodded. "Then I will leave you to your work Megatron." He then cut the line.

This was going better than I thought. It would only take a couple of solars, and not a large amount, to start work on my main plan for while I was here on Earth. Soon, and very soon, the Decepticons would return to their true plan and we would expose the Council for what they really were…they were,

Beep.

The sound cut through my internal thoughts and I glanced down to see that there was an incoming call. Already? I didn't think many of my troops were near here. The ones that were, that I knew besides Lockdown, at least four solars out. They wouldn't call unless they were two solars away…like Lockdown had. So, who could this be? Maybe a report from the troops at the far reaches of space? There was only one way to make certain.

Accepting the transmission, I waited. Static filled the air around me for a nano, signaling that a connection had been made, but to my surprise no image appeared on the screen. Most of my troops had access to image projecting equipment but, strangely, whoever this was either didn't have it or didn't have it on.

"Hello? Is there anybot receiving my transmission?"

The voice on the other side sounded familiar but, before I got my hopes up, I had to ascertain that this bot was who I thought he was. "This is Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, broadcasting from planet Earth. Who is this and what is your location?"

As I listened to the voice on the other side, I smirked. This was perfect. This definitely proved that Primus was looking out for me. Our Decepticons were improving each solar cycle. Tomorrow was going to be a new solar and I knew that, with what I had planned, everything would run smoothly.

The Decepticons will rise again.

Prowl: *sighs* This is going to be very different. *glances to side at twins with Bumblebee* I'm not going to like it.

Galleon: *smirks* Oh come on Prowlie, I know you like us.

Caravel: *nods* Yeah we are so much fun! You all were really boring before we got here.

Templar: *walks in* Both of you. Out. *stares*

Galleon and Caravel: *leave quickly with planning looks*

Prowl: *looks thankful* Thank Primus you came with them.

AN2: And here is the next exciting chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it and I just want to give another shout out to my brother to have a great birthday. This chapter has a lot of information in it and I had a fun time writing it. Poor Dunce...I'll be saying that a lot, that I know. Next chapter will have some fun in it and some interesting scenes with Sentinel. But, that's not for me to bore you with now. So, please leave a review, even if it is to just say hello! Well, until then, TTYL! *thinks about watching Dirty Dozen*