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Rated: T for violence, character death, and teacher/dishonorable student... Lockdown's mouth too.

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A darkness was forecasting his meditation and the minute he decided to open his optics to the world of struggle and agony was a devastating one. No one liked war, no no! Especially Yoketron. If he were able to start the war over, he would have Megatron shaking hands with the leading Magnus, Ultra Magnus. But right now, deep in the war, the only thing he could stop was the leap kick coming for his helm.

Yoketron leaned forward and the pede-aimed-precisely-if-contact caught nothing but the air. He threw himself forward and the mechs mass made him drop the swung leg and rest his muscles for a nanoklik before his next advance. But the master surpassed this student as Yoketron actually gave the mech a chance to strike him, and when he didn't, the old master tackled the black and green prodigy with the swiftness of a suns ray.

The gothic decorated student was left groaning as his so called plan was shattered like a it was hit by a wrecking ball.

"Do I hear a desperate cry of humility?" Yoketron asked his student who was growling a cursing storm.

"I just want my upgrades and to leave!" Black and green one yelled as he got to his feet in a whole one lift.

Yoketron just sighed, "I see a light inside you but clouded by eons and eons of growing darkness, I have no real reason to let you leave until it's embraced."

"Embrace-Your are full of SLAG! You old fool!" Lockdown cried as he clenched his servos to fist.

"Well, if I am the fool out of both of us," Yoketron said and stood tall with his servos crossed behind his back, "The I'm sure you know it's 0700..."

Lockdown's optics widen with realisation and he practically dared Yoketron to continue.

"And the floor is dirty from you crashing into it," Yoketron pulled a mop out, "I expect with your so called "intelligence" that you'll be done by the time I finish my kata."

Lockdown snatched the mop from the white and black decorated sensei and turned around to strike the floor once more with the mop itself, but nothing happened to the mop.

"Indestructible." Yoketron said, sounding far away this time.

Lockdown turned around and almost laughed when he saw Yoketron was already gone.

The day Lockdown cleaned another floor for a old rust bucket was the day his his upgrades were faulty, which was never! He carried the best weapons, hacks, tech, and anything else he would need to get better weapons, hacks, tech, and other things! But that was taken away from him when the Autobot Warpath had captured him (story passed to keep his dignity) and Yoketron only had to look at the red oaf for him to claim Lockdown as a student.

Ultra Magnus was putting to much trust in the people he called "allies." Lockdown is not the most keep up with his Decepticon intel (He got enough of Autobot information because some Autobots are just too plain stupid), then the first lieutenant, Longarm, was actually Shockwave. And if Lockdown remembered correctly, Ultra Magnus was getting on Ratchet (he remembered this name, how? He didn't know, he just remembered he stole the EMP generator from him), the medics, sour side and he heard the old bot ever snapped at Ultra Magnus in a meeting as well as SiC of Engineering, Wheeljack. Goes to show you, mechs with power, were mechs with an aura to hate.

The same went with Yoketron, Lockdown didn't like to be controlled, or pushed down, or tossed like yesterday's energon. He liked being the one to control another, see the emotions run past their faces and then burrow in rage at their loss of independence. It was exhilarating to hear what the mechs and femmes (on his lucky occasion) yelled at him what they would do to him after they were free. They never had the chance. And he wasn't going to give Yoketron that satisfaction.

"Spit clean, huh?" He whispered, "The mop may be indestructible, but everything else isn't..."

Yoketron sighed as he stretched, it wasn't working. His stance was perfect, flawless even, but when he moved out of the spine numbing kata, he was back to feeling his ages fruits and digressions. He could still stand and walk but it was too difficult to get that one spot that just kept stiffening up to get cooperative.

Now, his "favorite" student was on his list of top priority.

Yoketron walked with arms folded behind his back and his pace leisure. He was in no rush at all, no no! His student, this student, was the one that needed all the time he could get to mop the floors.

He just couldn't believe that half of the way in the "internship" (Lockdown used sarcasm, why can't he?) Lockdown had still learned nothing from what Yoketron was trying to teach him, even the morals of what was to come. For someone with the ego of Starscream (whom was found out to have just now joined the Decepticons even if he looked familiar), he was "all bark, and no bite."

Yoketron was half-way through his walk back to Lockdown's location, he heard smashing and crashing. Yoketron sighed, anger tantrum most likely.

When Yoketron did indeed get to the destined room, there was no sight of Lockdown within the rooms four walls. It was difficult to not yell a word Lockdown had favored to call him when he demanded something, it was very hard. The polished floor that was originally a faint silver was now silver and black, the smooth surface now ragged with holes and dents the size of a fist or a certain mop he owned. The walls that were glossy white were now scattered with small black wells and smudges from who-knows-what. The ceiling looked like it was used as a dart board, the sizable holes telling him that the mops handle had been its dart.

"Lockdown," He said as calmly as always, "This tantrum has come to an end!"

No one answered him.

But the presence of another mech, a foolish mech, was lingering.

He was late to realize that Lockdown had used the mop to hold himself to the ceiling, he didn't need the mop to hold himself up but it sure was fun to stab the ceiling.

Lockdown looked at the unnoticing sensei and dropped down, his face curling into one of happiness. This was what they called satisfaction...

...Lockdown was launched into the stadium walls of the baseball field he had been occupying for his trade.

He and Dirge (lucky liar Starscream clone, white/grey in color) had double crossed the idiot Sentinel when he and Lockdown agreed to meet in a field to exchange Dirge. But now, he had a Cyber-ninja, a former student, the perfect student, of his old master, was in in face, staring at his helmet and upgrades. Prowl was really digging his helmet.

"That's..." Prowl began.

"Master Yoketron's prized and one of a kind helmet," Lockdown said and tapped the ridge, "I'm not really one for sentinel moments, but..."

"This was my prized, my most favorite, upgrade I've ever gotten from any mech in my function."

Since no one answered the last questions, the last questions still stand and the prize is still high in your grasp.

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