Minor Slash warning, Shounen-ai content.

The ark was in chaos as Prowl raced out of the Medbay, Ratchet staying behind to tend to Ironhide. Autobots were running here and there as shots were fired, echoing in the large room. A missile flew past the cop and he dove for cover back into the Medbay entrance as the explosion rocked the old volcano from top to bottom. Looking up he saw a Seeker disappear around the corner toward the entrance to the base, followed by Hound, a large piece of the Seeker's wing in his grasp.
"Status report, soldier!" Prowl yelled at the army mech as he came out, his optics scanning for danger. He noticed that the old base was damaged, but he saw no more action nor any danger. Looking toward the base's entrance, he saw no more Decepticons in the base at all.
"Decepticon Seekers attacked," Hound stated the obvious as he dropped the piece of Thundercracker's wing that he still held. "They took some of the others with them; one, maybe two." Hound didn't appear to be injured, but the old jeep was heaving, apparently out of breath.
Nodding, Prowl scowled. "I want a call-off. I want to know who is missing, and I want to know it now." he looked at Hound, who looked back at him, unmoving. "MOVE!" he screamed, making the soldier jump. Prowl glared at Hound's back as the jeep scuttled away.
The second-in-command watched the other mechs assembling in the hall, noting that at least four, maybe more, were missing. He saw that most of the Autobots were in there, but to his horror, as he scanned the bots, that the third-in-command wasn't among them, but before he could keep looking for the black head of the Porsche, Hound came bustling up to the cop in a flurry.
"Three bots are missing," Hound relayed the information quickly. "Tracks, Jazz, and Red Alert." Prowl's optics widened and his body was filled with horror; what could the Decepticons gain from taking hostages? And Jazz, Prowl's circuitry seemed to stop working as he thought of the young mech, his best friend, his one true crush… just when he found out that Jazz liked him back, now this happens…?
Prowl's horror must have shown on his face, for the jeep still stood before him looking worried. "Sir? What are your orders?"
"Orders?" Prowl had never been in this situation before, never once had an Autobot been kidnapped by a Decepticon, never once, in all of his years of service, had he experienced this predicament. Never once, either, had his best friend been such a high priority to him.
"Sir! Your orders!" Prowl looked down in slight surprise. Hound was still standing in front of him waiting for an answer. "We just gonna stand here while Decepti-crud make off with our teammates?!"
Prowl shook his head, trying to rid himself of the nagging images that were currently assailing his mind. "We need to get a strike force out!" The cop had snapped back to himself, businesslike and demanding. "Contact all Autobots out on patrol and tell them to be on the lookout for any and all Decepticon activity." The ark was in a flurry of movement again as bots were gearing up to mobilize. "We need to find out exactly where they've taken our men. I'll stay here to keep an eye on everything. Form into groups and leave no place unturned!" He gazed out at the mechs assembled before him and he felt a twinge of pride at them; he had never actually appreciated just how much the team respected the one in command. "Autobots, transform and roll out!"
The bots ran for the base's entrance, some transformed, others not. The Aerialbots were over by Teletraan's computers watching the bots leave on one of the computer's screens. They had elected to stay behind with Prowl, just in case they were needed at a moment's notice.
Walking over to Teletraan's computers, Prowl clapped his hands together. "All right," he mumbled, staring at the screens. "Where have you taken my friends?"

An hour into the search and they still hadn't uncovered anything. Tracks had just called in recently and had gotten a giant audioful of shouting from the agitated cop about why he had not called in when prompted, and that left Prowl restless. His circuits were screaming at him to get out on the field and find the missing mechs himself, but he knew he had to stay here, just in case. The cop could feel that his circuits wanting to shut down from all the strain, but he couldn't listen to them; not this time.
The Aerialbots seemed to have caught was Prowl had and were beginning to complain. They had just checked in with the teams recently, but none of them had turned up anything. Prowl wondered if Optimus Prime had ever felt this strained during a mission. The second-in-command was about to tell off two of the Aerialbots, who had started wrestling out of boredom, when the call came in.
"Incoming Decepticon message, Prowl." stated Silverbolt, the leader of the Aerialbots.
"Patch it through," Prowl tried not to put too much eagerness in his words as he looked at the screen where a dark screen had just opened up. The cop could barely make out the outline of a mech in the darkness, his red eyes shining menacingly.
"Greetings, Autobot Prowl," The voice sounded kind of familiar, a slight bit high-pitched, but there was something new there. Prowl couldn't readily put a name to it. "I have your comrades here and if you want to see them functioning again--"
"What the slag have you done, Starscream?!" Slingshot must have recognized the voice as the Seeker was speaking. Prowl growled at the dark silhouette of the Seeker on the screen.
"Oh, slag, Starscream, he knows who you are!" Thundercracker was heard somewhere off-screen snickering.
"Shh! Shut up, you fools!" Starscream hissed at the Seeker, his voice back to its normal pitch. "All fun and games, Autobot." Starscream addressed the camera again. "We'll have a little fun with them, then drop them off." More snickering was heard off-camera and Prowl suddenly felt sick. "No harm done, right?"
"You lousy, dirty, good-for-nothing-!" Silverbolt exclaimed, but cut off in a gasp as the picture changed from the jet's silhouette to the forms of Red Alert and Jazz. The bots were tied together and appeared to have been severely beaten about the head and shoulders, the metal there was radically bent and broken. Jazz's shoulder was sparking and seemed to just hang limp at his side and Red Alert's leg was leaking Energon from the knee. Both bots seemed to be in a daze of some kind.
"What is the meaning if this?!" Prowl exclaimed to the screen. He felt insanely sick as he looked at the beaten forms. "What will you gain by taking those men?!"
"Nothing, really," Starscream didn't seem too interested in the conversation any longer as the screen switched back to him. "Would you care to watch, Prowl? Come and see your comrades' destruction on the outskirts of the city at sundown." the screen went black.
Prowl stared at the screen for a moment, disgusting thoughts filling his head involving his best friend and Starscream. The Aerialbots were staring at Prowl.
"What do we do?" asked Slingshot, his fists up, ready to fight. "Give the word and we're out of here!"
Prowl shook his head, his hand now upon it in an attempt to steady his belaying circuitry. "Nothing. We do nothing." The Aerialbots looked stunned. "Call the others back," the cop went on quietly. "I will go and get the two back at sundown."
"But Prowl-!" argued Air Raid; he was itching to beat up the Decepticons, but Prowl wouldn't allow it.
Rounding on Air Raid, Prowl glowered down at him. "That's an order, soldier!" Air Raid nodded, slightly frightened under Prowl's evil stare. The cop turned around and stared at Teletraan's screens again, watching the place where Jazz's face was not ten seconds ago. 'I'll get you back,' Prowl thought angrily as he placed a hand on his arm, right over the spot where the Porsche's hand-written note was under his armor. 'I swear by my very spark that I will.'