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Meeting

MEETING ROOM

I walk in to find the others gathered. I sigh before walking up to the front of the room. "You're probably wondering why I called everyone in here, when it's not our usual meeting day. It's unusual for me, yes, but we've got several returned bots, and I need to assign positions." I sigh softly. "As I said before, the Rescue Bots are currently over the forces, seeing as we didn't have anyone else capable. Prowl, Streetwise, and Groove, I want you under Chase, helping the security forces. Hot Spot, you're with Heatwave and Kade. Cherno Alpha has an affinity for accidentally starting fires, and we need all the help we can get. Aid, you're obviously with Ratchet and I, but Blades and Dani are with us now, too. Que, you're in the science lab with Gotlieb, Newt, and Doc. Greene. They're human, so don't blow them up. Doc. Greene's good at mess ups too, though, so you'll be among friends." I sigh. "Boulder and Graham may be in there on occasion, and Graham is testing to see if a human can safely carry a Cybertronian child, so we'll be sure to use precautions." I turn to Boulder. "If 'Jack's inside, you're to keep Graham inside your cockpit."

"What about—"

"Sides, Sunny, you're with Hide for training. Skids, Mudflap, you too, but come to me if there's a problem. I'm still your guardian, after all."

"Thanks, Star."

"You're welcome, boys. Now, if there is a problem, Bee will take over, because he did well with training you both before." I sigh. "Our warriors have to stay sharp. We don't know if and when the cons will return."

"What will you assign Jazz?"

I sigh softly. "Jazz will be assigned his normal position over Special Ops. I'll have to find more of his team, but trust me, I'll make sure they're back."

"What is the chain of Command?"

I smile gently. "I took over the Autobots—the few that were left—after Optimus went into space. He seems to have chosen to leave me in command on a formal basis, though I have yet to get confirmation."

"You are the Star Healer, and over the Primes."

I shrug. "Guess we've gotten confirmation." I nod to Optimus before turning back to Prowl. "He is, of course, still Prime, so one step under me. Then you, then Jazz. Bumblebee is my go-to guy, since he was the only one besides me and the Rescue Bots to survive Cemetery Wind, so don't be surprised if I have trouble turning to any of you."

"When will Jazz be revived?"

"As soon as possible. Ratchet's going to comm me when he's repaired, and I'll bring him back." I sigh. "But keep in mind that Ratch said it'd be at least a week."

"When do you plan to retrieve more frames for revivals?"

I sigh softly. "As soon as possible. We have to rebuild any way we can. The war's near its end. As soon as I can, I'll go to the President about restoring the Alien-Autobot Cooperation Act, and see about citizenship. Until then, we can't go back. While we're here, we rebuild the human alliance as well as we can, which includes my fighting those monsters."

"What?"

I sigh softly. "I'm a Ranger, Prowl. Part of my duties outside of the Autobots is fighting kaiju with Mako Mori in Star Warrior." I look out at the team. "If that's all, let's adjourn for supper."


CAFETERIA

I walk over to Mako with my tray. "Hey, Mako."

"How was the meeting?"

"Boring, as usual." I smile. "But Optimus told me I was actually over him."

"So you're their leader?"

I shrug. "Guess so." I sigh. "I knew I was like royalty, but I didn't know it went that far."

"I can tell you are shocked."

I nod. "I am, but it's a great feeling. I can finally save their race."


Chase's Prowl Moment

EVENING

I return to the suite after supper. Graham's finishing an assignment with Boulder's help, and I can hear the twins fighting next door, and a very annoyed Ratchet trying to get them to cut it out. I sigh before knocking on their door, then choose to walk in using my Cybertronian form when I realize they can't hear me for the brawling. "HEY!" The two turn to me. I had taken the place of their off-line guardian when the youngling twins came into my care, and I'm not stopping just because they're grown. "There's a room for that, and it's not part of the suites!"

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it, Ratch." I smirk. "I'd better take Sunstreaker and Sides too—and Hide—before someone gets accidentally slagged."

"That's not a bad idea. Just make sure there's a medic on hand in case things go wrong."

I nod. "Aid! Blades!" The two turn to me. "Let's roll."

First Aid turns to me curiously. "Roll where?"

Hot Spot sighs. "Ratchet wants us to keep close to Blades."

"Duh. I want your whole team—and most of the Rescue Bots too."

"Most?"

"Boulder's helping Graham with his homework, Hot Spot, and the twins were making too much noise." I laugh softly. "It's worse than Heatwave when the Rescue Bots got beaten out by a man-made machine—or Gear-Headed Goon, as 'Wave called the thing."

We start down the hall, almost running into Chase and Prowl as they're returning to the Autobots' suite. Streetwise motions to the two. "Good thing Red's not back on-line yet. He'd be glitching for sure."

"Come on, we're taking the Twins to the training room." I nod to the Protectobot police car. "I'm anxious enough being here at the Shatterdome without having Red Alert here to push me into a panic attack." I shake my head. "My first day here—when there was a kaiju attack—was two weeks before I brought the Rescue Bots here. I cowered in my room until Raleigh commed me. They needed help with Gipsy, and since she's techno-organic now, they needed my medical know-how." I sigh. "But I've grown since then—and since Chicago—and I don't let fears get in the way. I proved my mettle. I'm a Green Lantern."

"And you calmed me down after the first attack while we were here."

I nod. "And calmed you down." I sigh softly. "Then you turned around two weeks later and calmed me down after I started chasing the RABIT on my first drift with Mako."

He shrugs. "All I did was get Ratchet."

"But you were there. 'Wave's got the same personality as Ratch, and that helped, but you were his EMT."

"We've lost some bots too, you know."

I nod to the fire-bot walking beside me. "Trust me, I know." I sigh softly. "Medix and Hoist. Medic and tow truck, and before you came to earth."

Blades nods. "I was supposed to replace Medix. Boulder and Chase both have a tow line in case we needed one."

I nod. "And he got Chase back to base safely when he fell through the stage and snapped a strut in his leg."

"Before that, I was the only one to get damaged."

"Not true." I sigh softly. "'Wave had a flat, and got a few dents."

"Bad damage. Heatwave could still drive, it just would have been uncomfortable. I couldn't fly with a bent rotor—or a singed tail rotor."

"You couldn't transform after that lightning strike."

"What happens on that island?"

I sigh before turning to Hot Spot. "More than enough randomness to crash Prowl. I'm actually surprised Chase hasn't yet." I rub the back of my neck. "I'll never forget the time Chase accidentally used an innuendo when they were trying to understand Earth humor."

Prowl turns to me. "He what?"

CLANG!

"He—" I turn, only to find him on the ground, out cold. "Just had a Prowl moment. Aid, better go get Ratch." I have to bite the back of my hand to keep from laughing. "Never had that happen before." I shrug. "Guess it was only a matter of time."

First Aid runs over with Ratchet. "You better not have crashed Prowl."

I glare at the medic. "You underestimate me, Ratch." Now I start cracking up, and point to the blue police bot on the ground while trying to tell my guardian what happened to no avail. I finally manage to stutter out: "Ch-Chase h-had a P-Prowl mo-moment." Heatwave slaps me, snapping me out of it. "Thanks. I needed that." I sigh. "Only 'Wave and Ratch know how I react to illogical moments like that." I point a thumb to Chase as Ratchet kneels to him. "'Wave's usually nicer than that, Aid, but I did kind of…crash his cop-bot."

Prowl turns to me. "You never did tell me what happened."

"And after that—" I point to Chase. "I won't be. Don't need to crash two cop-bots in one day." I glance to Ratchet. "I think my guardian already wants to slag me."

Ratchet thankfully has him up in moments. Chase sits up to see us all looking down at him worriedly. "Slag."

"Let's just keep moving." I glance down to Chase. "You guys go on ahead. 'Wave knows the way."

I sigh before reaching down to help a sheepish-looking Chase up. "I'm… Sorry, about that."

I shrug. "Don't worry about it. Prowl and I spent a lot of time together back at Diego Garcia—Red and I too. I can get pretty random, as you very well know, and I'd crash Prowl without trying. We'd just continue with our conversation and game like nothing had happened."

"Game?"

I smirk. "We'd play chess—he and Jazz are bonded, Chase. We needed him, after Jazz was killed, so I became a kind of a… Companion, to keep his mind off it."

"Like you no doubt did with Blades."

I nod. "Having been where he is now—and hopefully we'll have Jazz on-line within the week—I know the pain was still there, but I could distract him, and 'Wave did for me while I was on Griffin Rock." I point in the direction the others went. "Come on. Maybe we can get Blades in the sparing circle. He and Sunstreaker used to brawl in the rec room—gave Prowl and I a lot of trouble."

"Wait—"

"Yes. I did. I may seem like I hate rules, but I don't. I just know the difference between a good law, and a dumb one. Dancing without a permit—dumb law. Broke it every chance I could, and Jazz would have too. Jazz once confided in me that he thought Prowl was going to ban music. He was legitimately worried—I actually am too. Music helps my anxiety." I sigh before continuing. "Click it or ticket—good law—one I only broke when I was on our farm property as a little girl." I smirk. "You may not believe me, but Blades, Sides, and Sunny wound up in the brig at least once a week." I shake my head. "Blades was kind of a bad boy back in Diego Garcia. Even Jazz said he was going to lock him and a couple Aerialbots in a room for their fighting outside the training rooms. Prowl and I weren't about to stop him. I was slaggin' tired of brawls." I sigh softly. "Then the Aerialbots got killed while combined—as Superion." I smirk, though it doesn't reach my eyes. "Their leader—Silverbolt—was terrified of heights. Blades wasn't until he crashed the Alpha."