Author's Notes: This chapter heavily references the battle in part one. just so you know. And I unfortunately didn't have time to go looking for every canon character with "Wind" in their name. Windwhisperer is the property of DarkStatic. Stormwing and Woodwind are just names I came up with. My apologies if I accidentally use someone else's fancharacter. It's totally unintentional.

Also, look for Optimus Prime to act a little out-of-character in this chapter. You'll see why at the end.

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Optimus Prime looked up from his reports when the doorchime rang. "Enter." he looked back at his computer screen. Prowl walked in, and set the datapad he was holding on Prime's desk. "Here are the reports from the battle. Everyone who saw or spoke to the unidentified mechs and femme. "Prime looked up from his computer, but didn't pick up the datapad. He was trying to figure something out on his own computer, along with his daily paperwork. The red and blue semi motioned to the seat in frontof the desk. Prowl took it. Prime had spoken to Bumblebee and Spike earlier about the little black mech who called himself "Gobee", and everyone else who had either spoken to, or gotten close enough to give a detailed description of the group. They didn't have any faction symbols yet, so the Autobot leader didn't know if they were neutrals, if if nobody spotted their symbols because of the distraction of the battle.

Prime turned the monitor off and looked up. "I spoke with Spike and Bumblebee earlier. They said they had a small conversation with one of the mechs." Prowl picked up the datapad and nodded. He turned it on, flipping to the report the two had given. Spike usually wouldn't get anywhere near any of their battles. But this one he had, and perhaps it had been fortunate for the Autobots that he did so. "I spoke to Sparkplug about him. He supported their story." Prowl said, looking up. Optimus nodded. "Bumblebee and Spike said he acted as though he were... very afraid of something." Prowl nodded again. "Do you think they are deserters from the Decepticons?" he asked. Prime instantly thought of how the purple and tan femmeflier had put herself between Megatron and himself. "No, I don't believe they are." he answered.

Prowl read over the report on the datapad. "Hm. According to this, he said something about "not wanting to be here, or part of this battle, whatever that means." Prime nodded. "Have you run any of the names heard or descriptions given through Teletraan-1's database yet?" Prowl nodded. "We only have three names confirmed. Two of which came from Bumblebee and Spike. Gobee, no matches. Bullet, three matches, and..." Prowl flipped to another page. "The female that tried to save you..." Prime looked up. He remembered her chivalrous, although futile actions. He wondered who she was. Femmes were rare. Neutral femmes even more rare of, and Decepticon femmes were almost unheard of. They were usually reprogrammed Autobots or neutrals.

Prowl continued. "There were 22 records of Cybertronians with 'Wind' in their name, or variations of the word. We clearly heard the others refer to her as 'Windy'. prime nodded. Prowl continued. "Four fifths of the names listed were Decepticons. Only three matches were female." Prime knew she wasn't a Decepticon. First, her optics were blue. Secondly, what Decepticon would defy Megatron by protecting his archenemy, Optimus Prime? No, she couldn't be. That he was 100 percent positive of. He resituated himself in his chair, and leaned on the desk. "what were the names Teletraan-1 found?"

Prowl pressed a button on the datapad, then handed it to him. "Windwhisperer, Decepticon femme, transformation of a wolf. Part of the gestalt group Pathfinder. Last seen 12 centuries ago, hasn't been seen since. Prime pressed the button for the next one. "Second, Stormwing, neutral, seeker. Reported as deactivated in an attack on Kalhedron, right before the Ark took off from Iacon over 4 million years ago. But." Prime looked up. "Was seen alive twelve months ago by our Cybertronian operatives, wearing the Decepticon faction symbol. Grey and green in color." Prime 'hmm'ed and went to the next one. third, Woodwind, neutral, ex-musician. Last seen roughly 300 years ago. Alt. mode is land-based, cream and brown in color, green accents." Prime nodded. "So none of these listings match the femme we saw?" Prowl nodded. "I have included a listing of mechs and femmes that might match the physical description also, and the same parameters for the others we saw."

"How many fit the physical description for Gobee?" Prime asked. Prowl pointed to the datapad. "thirty total, both living and assumed deactivated. None that were confirmed deactivated, however. Although we may have been wrong in the past, I see no reason to assume the mech we saw is one of those assumed deactivated."

Again, Prime nodded.

"Out of the thirty, only fifteen matched the height description, ten of whom share the same facial covering."

Prime nodded. Bumblebee said the little mech had a vocoder mask. And that the car-bot was only as tall as him, maybe an inch or two taller. "Thank you, Prowl." Prime set the datapad next to his computer. He would look over the other names and descriptions later.

Prowl got up to leave, but the doorchime rang just as he reached the door. "Enter." Prime answered. The door slid open to reveal Wyldkat standing there. Prowl stepped back, and changed his mind about leaving. He wanted to hear what she had to say. They had seen her atop the valley with her friends after the battle. Prime's optics widened slightly in suprise, the only hint he was suprised to see her. "Wyldkat." he sounded a little suprised, too. "Come in." he motioned to the seat Prowl had just left. "By all means, have a seat." Prowl took the chair next to her. "Thank you, sir." the blue car sat. Prime waited patiently for whatever she was about to say. Although he had a sneaking supicion he knew why she was here. And she probably had information on her new friends.

"Have you guys seen HighRoad? I need to talk to him?" she asked. She would rather tell all this to HighRoad. he would know how to handle it. She could tell him who the group really was. They had arrived her by exactly the same means as Highroad and his group, the Autobot Revolutions. Maybe he would be able to help her convince Jade and her group that the autobots were their allies, not their friends. But if she told Optimus Prime, he minght go and do something stupid trying to convince the group to join the Autobots. and Scythe (Syus) trusted Razer and Dusk too much to believe anyone but them. In a way, Wyldkat believed, he had become blinded to the truth of the situation by a pair of neutral... no, Kintaari, she reminded herself, fliers who sought nothing but revenge on both the factions that were in this war, for destroying their home and ruining their lives.

She shifted in her seat. Eventually, she believed, that selfish goal might cause their demise. and she didn't want to see her friends go with them. so now, she was here. Trying to do something about it. But she couldn't simply give the Autobots every bit of informations she knew about her friends. they would rush off, straight to the Kintaari base and cause a confrontation. And even if they didn't, it would still cause problems for her friends. razer andDusk would never accept the autobots as their allies. And if the Autobots found out everything about them, they would know exactly who told them about the group. Wyldkat was the only one who had left the base since they first arrived here. Sure, Gobee could have said something about them. But he had no reason to tell the Autobots everything about the Kintaari, nor the time. And Wyldkat was pretty sure the little black car didn't have access to the personell files on the main computer, or the time to work up an adequate overview of the team to give the Autobots. No, she couldn't betray her friends. A conflict would only get people killed.

She looked at the floor, then met the leader's gaze. Prime responded to her query with "HighRoad is currently busy. But whatever information you have, you can trust us with." There was a pause, then Prowl added, somewhat accusingly "I presume this has to do with your new friends?" Wyldkat hadn't thought they'd seen her, but they had. She knew it wasn't a matter of trust. It was just a 'gut feeling' she had that if she told them everything now, there would be hell to pay later. She shifted slightly in her seat. "I can't tell you a lot about them. If they even catch me here, I'll be tried as a traitor..." "heaven only knows what kind of spy devices they have." she added in her thoughts.

"But I can tell you they aren't Decepticons. And they have more in common with the revolutions than you might think.

"What do you mean by that?" Prime rumbled, genuinely curious.

Wyldkat paused, then added "I'm sorry, I can't tell you that, sir"

Prime gave her a look. She was witholding information and he knew it. But why? Wyldkat checked her chronometer. She knew she shouldn't have taken so long in Wheeljack's lab, and talking with FirstAid and Swoop in the repairbay before coming here. Prowl frowned. Prime asked "Well, can you at least tell us how many people are in your group?" Wyldkat pulled out a datapad and handed it to him. "you didn't get this from me." she insisted. On the datapad were the names, designations, alt. modes, and some other information. Wyldkat had purposely left out Razer and Dusk. She didn't want the Autobots to see them, and she was pretty sure they had a dubious past. If it was as bad as her instincts were telling her, the Autobots would probably flip out and cause a confrontation. She knew how much they all hated naieve mechs and femmes being led astray. Or wosre yet, the autobots might think the Kintaari weren't so naieve, and think they were the enemy. This way, all that would be prevented.

Prime nodded. "Thank you, Wyldkat. Are you sure you can't tell us any more than this?" he hoped maybe they could convince their femmecar friend to tell them just a little bit more than she had just provided. Wyldkat shook her head. "No, sir. I'm sorry. They don't know I'm here, even. they think I'm out 'cruising for fresh air' she did a quotation mark motion with her fingers and have them an easy smile. "I see." Prime responded. Wyldkat stood. "They don't know about my past and present alliegance with the Revolutions. I'm taking a risk, but I'll try to keep you updated on their plans and stuff. I have to go. I'll report in periodically." She stood there for a moment, and Prime realised she was waiting to be dismissed. "You can go." He smiled behind his faceplate. Now, if all his soldiers had that kind of respect for their commander, he thought. But then again, most of the Revolutions were young and some of them still rather... adventurous. (immature) "I look forward to your future reports." he added, hoping to encourage her to come forward with more information in the near future.

Wyldkat reached the door and paused, turning back around. "If you see HighRoad, could you tell him I was here?" she asked. "I'm... kind of starting to miss him." she added, smiling sheepishly.

Prime smiled back behind his facemask. "I'll make sure he knows." he replied.

Wyldkat's smile broadened slightly. "thank you, sir." and with that, she walked out.

Once the door shut, Prowl noticed Prime was staring at the door she had left. He said something in a low voice Prowl had to straing to hear, but when he realised what the red and blue Autobot had said, his expression darkened.

"I miss you, too, girl"

Prowl glared. "And just when were you going to let me in on your little secret!?"

"tell you what"

"that you're not Prime, HighRoad." Prowl replied, voice accusing.

"Huh? oh..uhmm... I... Well..." The confident leaderly disposition dissolved into a slightly emberassed look. "Well, Prime said he had a meeting to go to, and asked me to keep an optic out here, and keep the peace while he was gone." The crimson and navy blue mech shrugged.
"So why didn't he tell me, then?" Prowl demanded, almost glaring.

Highroad shifted in his seat. "Because he knew you'd freak?" Prowl quirked an optic ridge.

"Okay, so that wasn't how he said it, but he knew you thought I was too inexperienced, and that you wouldn't agree with it, wouldn't find it logical or something like that, and he didn't have the time to stop and debate about it. He had to leave, so he left me in charge here." He explained.

Prowl frowned deeper, making a mental note to ask Optimus about this later. It was exremely unsound to leave someone so inexperienced in charge of the Ark, and surely Prowl could do a better job. Heck, HighRoad could barely keep his own troups in line, never the less deal with the twins terrors, the Lamborgini brothers, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker."

Prowl mentally facepalmed. He realised his own folly all to quickly, and should have realised it was HighRoad before even giving the report. HighRoad had even convinced him he was Optimus Prime. Perhaps he was getting better at dealing with things. But he just hoped that if trouble did arise, that HighRoad would come to him for advice before handling the situation. He finally replied with "You know, I don't think comandeering Prime's office was what he meant when he asked you to "Keep an optic on things here." "And I do believe there are certain protocols to be followed when empersonating the Autobot leader." he added flatly, giving the imposter a look. The Prime mimic looked thoughtful for a second, looking all-too-much like his noble counterpart. He even had the Autobot leader's 'thinking expression' downcopied perfectly.

Prowl had never liked having the pretender here. And Highroad was supposed to tell him if a situation arose that required him to impersonate their leader. But that was usually in a dire emerghency, when Prime was needed in two places at once, and couldn't be in both places. "Yes, I suppose you're right. And I apologise for such... deception." he sounded just like Prime, too. gah. Prowl knew he shouldn't have let Ratchet work on the vocoder masking device in Highroad's facemask. But now he had to deal with it.

"He never mentioned those rules before, though. I shall ask him about it when he returns." And the speech pattern was almost-perfect, too. HighRoad gave Prowl a grin, although he couldn't see it, knowing how much it irked the 2CO to imitate his counterpart. But the 2CO did register the mischevious twinkle in his optics. "In the meantime..." the dark red and dark blue semi handed Prowl the datapad Wyldkat had just given him. "I believe we have some research to do."

Prowl nodded and took the datapad. "And perhaps this time Teletraan-1 can find out something about these mechs. Prowl follwed Prime out of the office and started reading the datapad.

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Yup, that's right. It was HigRoad all along. So were you fooled, too? Didjya really think it was Prime? LOL. More soon, promise!