Title: Transformers A Shattered Paradox
Rating: T for strong language, strong violence, dark themes, some torture and sexual themes and crude humor.
Genre: Family/Drama
Short Summary:
Twenty years of peace between new worlds, it seems a new threat has risen through Space and Time. The Cybertronians and humans are about to learn how to face their selves.

Warning for Chapter: Original Character Death, younglings death, great sadness.

:::Chapter Five:::
Dark Discovery

Songs Best Used:
Undying Faith-Two Steps From Hell
Meant To Be-Two Steps From Hell
Dreams of Seven-Two Steps From Hell

It was easy to say that many were not happy with what had happened during the last game. Especially the creators, mentors and simply the Leaders of other worlds of the younglings who had been killed. The Primes and High Lords had had no choice but to listen to enraged , raised voices of those who were angry and in pain when they were given their fallen younglings' frames and bodies.

There was a lot of yelling and not one Prime in the room made a move to stop them but listened to all of the complaints that were made.

It was until Predaking, of all beings, who snarled for silence that stopped the yelling. He then turned a critical optic onto Optimus, one of his large wings still curled around his youngling, who was still pained from the loss of Grimwing. "Optimus Prime, what happened?" He growled still not pleased that he had lost one of his best Predacons.

Optimus sighed, rubbing his sensory unit on his face and shook his head. "Honestly, Predaking, I don't even know all of the details. I only know the minor details and even they are something that seems to be impossible. All I can say is what happened was three strange mechs began attacking the younglings. We have knowledge of who they are but...?"

"We know who they were, Optimus Prime! One of the wassssss him!" One of the Jharaynians snapped, pointing at Jazz in the corner of the room. "Why haven't you arresssssted him yet?!"

Jazz raised his hands and backed off with wide optics. "Now hold on, my main mech...eh, lizard man! That wasn't me!" He tried to defend himself as a few others in the room agreed with the Jharaynian. and glared at him.

Immediately, Megatron moved to stand between Jazz and the mob that was even inching towards him, his large arms folded and his optics stern.

"It was not him!" Suddenly a young voice blurted out and everyone looked over at Predaking to see Dragcon now pushing his way out from under his creator's wing. He was still a sorry sight but he was set in determination. "It was not Jazz! It was A Jazz! A Jazz look alike! All of you should know him by now! Jazz would NEVER try and hurt any of us! Any younglings at all!"

"Youngling, stay out of this! You are a child and you have...!" The Jharaynians was saying.

But Predaking snarled and curved his neck like a snake ready to strike at a threat. He was not going to condone anyone snapping at his son like that.

"Everyone, calm your afts down now!" Megatron roared now stepping forward and pointing at the Jharaynian. "And you, Vipra will watch it! None of us could stop Predaking from ripping you apart if you keep provoking him! Dragcon may be a youngling but he has the right to speak! He is explaining to us what he saw! He was there! You weren't! He was one of the younglings attack! You weren't! As it is, none of your younglings were harmed in the attack! So silence your forked tongue or I will have words with your leader!"

The Jharaynian hissed but kept his silence. He knew better than to share an argument with Megatron. More or less, he knew the High Lord Protector was right.

Optimus sighed wearily before smiling gently at Dragcon and motioning him forward. "Go on, Dragcon. Tell us what you saw, what you heard." He said reassuringly.

Dragcon looked up at his creator, who urged him forward with his wing. He bobbed his head and stepped forward so everyone could see him better. "The Jazz I saw did not even know what I was, or who I was. The Jazz we all know does. And he would never have hurt me or the others. The Jazz that was attacking us was someone completely different. Someone really bad. He was trying to kill us. He wasn't this Jazz." He said pointing his head towards Jazz from behind Megatron.

Optimus nodded as he listened before looking around at everyone in the room, his head up high and stern. "Everyone, I am so deeply sorry to all of those who lost a youngling. It breaks my spark that this has happened. We have never had a problem like this for twenty years. Peace means so much to all of us, my friends. Now we do have one of the mechs in custody and when he is capable of answering our questions, we will get to the bottom of this. We will find his companion, the one who did kill the younglings, and bring him to justice. I swear to all of you, by my spark, the Jazz responsible for this will not get away with this." He said firmly.

Everyone felt the power in his words and knew he would do everything in his power to bring justice for the murdered younglings. And they would leave it at that.

Once the meeting was over, Optimus, the other Primes, the High Lords and Jazz were making their way out, heading towards the New Iacon Medical facility where the still surviving younglings were being treated, as well as the Bulkhead counterpart. They also knew that the new Slipstream was there and being treated for her damages.

It didn't mean there had been problems with that, however.

Optimus knew eventually he was going to hear it from Ratchet for not seeking thorough medical treatment for his shoulder. He had had Moonracer patch it up at the Game arena before swiftly leaving before Ratchet could say otherwise. He had wanted to speak to all leaders first, plus he didn't see his injury that important like the younglings' had been.

"You know Ratchet's going to yell as soon as you walk through that door." Sentinel spoke up, sounding to amused.

Optimus did not share his amusement but chose to smirk back at him anyway. "Most likely. But I am hoping he will have his hands to full to notice me right away." His forced amusement faded away and he sighed as he looked forward again. "Any news of the Other Jazz yet?" He asked gravely.

Sentinel shook his head as he frowned back, optics hard. "No. Starscream has Seekers scouring all over the Country for the Jazz counterpart. Prowl and Lockdown are working the Security teams to locating him by ground. Soundwave and Red Alert are using all of what they know to find this Jazz through Security systems. He will not stay unfound for long. Sooner or later, we will find him." he stated. "But you know what the biggest security risk problem is, Optimus. He looks like Jazz." He pointed a look towards Jazz, who slumped and looked miserable.

Optimus sighed and stopped in his tracks. He knew where Sentinel was going and he knew what had to be done. Especially with another dangerous and lethal Jazz around. He turned to his long time friend and looked saddened by what he had to do.

"Just do it, boss. I ain't gonna hold a grudge. I know what needs ta be done and it's for everyone's safety." Jazz said now firmly standing straightening like a soldier he was.

Standing firm and strict, Optimus nodded. "Jazz, I, Optimus Prime, strip you of all authority in Cybertron until further notice. You will no longer have any access into any facilities of important standings. You are hereby strictly statured as a civilian. All codes you have access to will be locked indefinitely other than your own personal codes. You are forbidden from entry to the Prime Palace, military bases and any security standings. You are now known as a civilian of Cybertron and any unauthorized entry to said facilities, you will be arrested and tried under Prime and High Lord Council." He said putting his full Prime mode to it, even if his spark wasn't into saying those words. He slumped a little in sorrow. "I am so sorry, Jazz."

Jazz smiled and shrugged it off. "It's okay, Optimus. I know it needed to be done. An' it ain't forever, mech. Just until we find the youngling murdering son of a glitch wearin' my face." He said softly.

Optimus nodded, his optics hardening with resolve. He was determined to set things right and put everything back in order. "Let us go see our Head Medic's patients and see if they are willing to talk to us. We need to get to the bottom of this and find out what is going on here." He said firmly turning and walking on.

When the Primes and High Lords arrived at the New Iacon Medical, they were treated with an un-settling sight of a cursing Ratchet pacing outside his medical bay. That was not good.

Especially when he whirled around and glared straight at Optimus, who cringed. "OPTIMUS PRIME! YOU HAVE EXACTLY THREE SECONDS TO MARCH YOUR RED AND BLUE FLAMED AFT IN MY MEDICAL BAY, SIT ON A BERTH, AND LET ME HAVE A LOOK AT THAT DAMAGED SHOULDER OF YOUR'S BEFORE I ADD A FEW NEW DENTS TO YOUR THICK HELM WITH MY WRENCH!" The lime green medic snarled before turning and marching through the medical doors, throwing them open with a loud bang. "AND YOU! STOP CRINGING EVERY TIME YOU LOOK AT ME! I AM NOT GOING TO HURT YOU! I AM A FRAGGING MEDIC, NOT SOME CRAZY MAD MECH, PRIMACRON'S DAMNATION!"

"RATCHET, QUIT YELLING AT HER! SHE IS SCARED OF YOU, YOU GRUMPY ASS OLD MECH!" Came the angry shout of Nightbird from within the medical room.

Everyone cringed and Optimus looked ready to turn and bolt at any second. He, however, felt Megatron shove him from behind towards the medic bay and he had no choice but to enter.

From a glance around, however, Optimus immediately saw the one Ratchet had been yelling at and who Nightbird had been protecting from his fury. He felt his spark sink to see the trembling frame of the Other Slipstream, who saw the Prime and cowered with a whimper. It honestly was spark shattering to see so much fear in one's optics like that.

The other Slipstream was stasis cuffed to the medic berth she was on while Knockout was the one who was repairing her. She was a trembling, terrified mess as she laid there. She looked so frightened that even her loose parts rattled when she saw Optimus.

Before Optimus could even think of saying anything to comfort her, he was seized by Ratchet and dragged roughly to another berth a good deal away from the new Slipstream.

"Ow! Ratchet, take it easy. I'm coming, I'm coming." Optimus groaned as he was all but thrown onto the medical berth.

Ratchet muttered angrily but gave him an apologetic look as he grabbed a scanner from a medical tray and began looking at the damage that the Other Slipstream had caused. "I am sorry, Optimus. It has just been a trying day." He grumbled.

"That and he's pissed because he wanted to check out this Slipstream's damages, himself, but she panicked when he approached her. Took us a little while to even calm her down. So far, she seems to be afraid of any who used to be an Autobot and seems to be somewhat calmed around former Decepticons. She is still pretty scared of all of us, though." Knockout called over as he used a smoldering iron to seal up a gash in the new Slipstream's leg.

Ratchet snarled as he shot the red medic a savaged look.

It, however, Slipstream flinch and cringe and forced Knockout to jerk the soldering iron away from her. "Hey, Slipstream! Quit moving! You keep moving, twitching, flinching, cringing or whatever and it's going to take longer for me to repair it." He scolded her lightly.

Slipstream slumped, looking apologetic. "I'm so-sorry." She murmured.

Knockout sighed before gently patting her leg in comfort. "Slipstream, I don't know what you've been through, or what THEIR counterparts did to you where you come from," he motioned to the former Autobots, who were watching her sympathetically or sternly and it caused her to cringe. "But these ones, they're not going to hurt you. Okay?" He asked carefully.

The Seeker slowly nodded before looking fearfully at Optimus. She cringed again when she saw his optics on her but she tried ever so hard to steel herself. "I...I am sorry for shooting you. If you...need to pun-punish me...then I won't fight back." she said lowering her helm and tried to stop the frightful twitching in her wings.

Everything in the room stopped for a stunned moment and gaped at the Seeker femme. They got the gist of what kind of punishment she was talking about and they immediately looked disgusted.

Optimus had been stunned but he immediately shook it off, looking firm but kind. "There will be no punishment, especially the kind you're referring to, Slipstream." His words surprised her next. "It was my fault. I had been warned that...your Optimus Prime of your world had done great wrong to you. I scared you and you panicked. So therefore, I am the one to apologize. I mean you no harm." He told her.

Slipstream stared at Optimus, stunned of how gentle and kind he sounded. She was not such gentle compassion from this mech...or at least the one she knew. "S-so...you're not going to...beat me or tea-tear my wings off?" She asked with a shudder.

No one could hide their disgusted growls from that one as Optimus shook his head, sternly. "No. Corporal punishment is prohibited here. And any who uses that kind of punishment disgusts me and would face the consequences for using violence to punish one. What kind of Prime would ever do such a thing?" He asked firmly.

Slipstream cringed but shrugged her wings, now looking slightly more relaxed. "The Primes of my world. It was a known fact that anyone who crossed a Prime would end up beaten or...well, deactivated. And painfully." She said shakily.

The Primes in the room growled at the very idea. They definitely didn't like that at all.

"Were all Primes like that?" Sentinel asked in horror.

Slipstream slowly nodded as she looked over at him with only a slight cringe. "All but one. The one Prime in history called The Fallen Prime. He...was a great Prime. Kind, gentle, commanding but always fair. He was seen as the weakest Prime because of what he stood for. He tried to make changes. He tried to make sure everyone was equal. And the Primes of Old shunned him. They all rallied together and exiled him, tried to kill him. They probably succeeded because no one ever saw him again." She stated.

Sentinel grimaced, looking at her. "Do I dare to ask what my counterpart is like?" He asked frowning.

"Who, Sentinel Prime?" Slipstream snorted with dry humor. "He was pretty bad for how long he lasted. But I heard he was pathetic too. The ugliest Prime in history and didn't care how he looked. He was also one of the meanest Primes. Beat everyone that looked at him wrong or muttered behind his back." She stated.

Sentinel grimaced, his shoulder plates slightly hitched up high to hear her description of her world's Sentinel Prime. He surely hoped that he wasn't seen that way at all. He knew he wasn't the best looking mech, but he surely wasn't ugly either.

And as if realizing what he was thinking, Slipstream gave him a weak smile. "Ah...not that you're like the other Sentinel Prime. You kind of look like our Sentinel but also really different. When I said that he was known to be the ugliest Prime, it was because he was heavily scarred and he didn't care about his scars at all. As it is, he's not alive any more because he was killed the worst Prime to ever live." She told him shuddering as she flicked her optics towards Optimus then tore them away as if embarrassed that she had been caught looking at him.

Optimus frowned gravely as he dipped his head down a little. He knew fairly well that it must have been her world's Optimus Prime that she was talking about. "What is he like?" He asked, feeling like he really had to know.

Slipstream shuddered again and ended up receiving a light reprimand from Knockout for moving again. Her optics were lowered as if she didn't dare look at Optimus. "He is a monster. He kills without a care for anyone or anything. He has performed genocide against our own people, against others. He...sometimes even enjoys torturing prisoners. I have heard horror stories about him. I've also seen a lot of the things he has done. He's...He..." she shuttered her optics closed and in deep pain as she remembered one of the more terrible things that her world's Optimus Prime had done. "He even killed thousands of humans from Earth, if not Cyber-Formed them."

It was spark wrenching to hear things like this, about what another Optimus Prime had done. But it was that word, Cyber-Formed that had everyone's attention. None of them have ever heard a term like that before.

"Cyber-Formed?" It was Starscream who asked sounding quite confused.

Slipstream did look up at him and gave him a very weak smile. "Optimus Prime found a way to Cyber-Form humans. Transform humans into Cybertronians." She said weakly.

Everyone stared in shock and growing horror. It just reminded them of all of the Cybertronians who were once humans.

"Did...did he used an All Spark?" Optimus asked carefully.

Slipstream spared him a cowed glance but nodded. "The All Spark, the artifact of Life and Rebirth...but...it also brings death. Optimus Prime transfused special Energon to make it into a weapon of mass destruction. He found a way to turn it into a terrible weapon against anyone who opposes him. He used it to make any human who went inside it became Cybertronian and...most of them came out as Autobots, the terrible armies of Cybertron. The Legion of Deactivation. But...a lot of the first Cyber-Formed humans were used in science experiments and sometimes killed off in really horrible ways. "

A shudder passed through all in the room as they took in those words.

Frowning, Megatron stepped forward. "What of your Megatron? There is one in your world, isn't there?" He asked frowning deeply.

Slipstream scoffed at the very name and looked away with hard optics. "Megatron...yes, there is one. And he still lives. He used to be a great Leader. He rose up against the Autobot Council and Primes. He wanted equity for all Cybertronians. For so long he used to be Optimus Prime's greatest rival. Whenever Optimus Prime was off killing innocents with his Legion, the Autobots, he would be right there with the Decepticons trying to protect them. He didn't think it was right to enslave our own kind, to enslave other life. He did everything he could to protect innocent life from the Autobots."

"But?" It was Rodimus who asked carefully.

Slipstream sighed and her wings fell pitifully. She shook her head sadly. "But after Optimus Prime Cyber-Formed the planet of Earth and most of its habitants, after he was captured, tortured terribly by Prime, he just..." she sighed heavily, shrugging her shoulders and wings. "He just gave up. He stays deep in our hole the ground, staying in darkness like a coward he has become. He isn't even a leader anymore." She paused glancing up at Starscream, who lift his wings firmly. "His Second In Command, my creator, Starscream took over Leadership. He took over the title of High Lord Protector and he keeps fighting." She explained before her optics filled with pain as she remembered what happened at the last moment of seeing in her universe, her dimension. "He...he might be dead now. And if he is...Unicron save us." She said mournfully.

Everyone felt their sparks run cold and Starscream and Nightbird shared a look before looking back at the look alike of their daughter.

"What happened to him?" Starscream asked, growing dread sounding in his voice. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to know what happened to his counterpart but...the dreadful sense of wanting to know was just too strong to resist.

Slipstream shook her head, her optics filling with optical lubricants. "I...I think Optimus Prime killed him. It was the last thing I sa-saw before co-coming here. I sa-saw Optimus Prime stab my cre-creator directly in the chassis. Right through the spark chamber." She couldn't stop a sob from raising out of her. "He was all I had left! Him and my uncle, Skywarp! I already lost Uncle Thundercracker!" She sobbed and tried to cover her face from shame and embarrassment for her break down but her arms jerked in protest from the stasis cuffs.

So, Nightbird wrapped her arms around the pained Seeker femme and let her bury her face plates into her shoulder. "Shhh. It will be okay." She said soothingly even though it wouldn't work. She couldn't help but wonder if she had a counterpart in this terrible other dimension but she was almost too afraid to even ask. She wasn't sure if she even wanted to know the answer.

But either way, everyone in the room could only look at Slipstream with sympathy and sorrow. They couldn't even imagine what kind of life she might have lived with such horrors in the dimension she called home. They couldn't even imagine how they could ever live if it was reversed, that their world was like hers. They had had plenty of their own horrors in their lives, with the twenty long past war that ended. They had lost a lot of mechs and femmes, a lot of friends. But that was in the past.

This was now.

Their worlds were now living in peace and growing ever so stronger. But...poor Slipstream's dimension was still growing darker even now. It was obvious that the war that they were fighting might have been like their war once was. But it was growing darker and grimmer for her and her people. Everything seemed so twisted just by listening to her words.

"Megatron," Optimus spoke softly now looking over at his old friend. "Remove the stasis cuffs."

Now everyone looked at him in alarm, even Slipstream. They weren't sure if they heard him right.

"Optimus, are you serious? What if she panics again...?" Sentinel was asking.

But Optimus stopped him from speaking with a look before he lightly pushed Ratchet's hands away. He received a reproachful look for it but the medic didn't stop him as he stood up and walked straight over to Slipstream. He didn't hesitate, even as she cowered under his approach.

All he did was walk over to her and un-cuffed her from the stasis cuffs, startling her.

Meeting her optics with his own, the red and blue Prime carefully reached up, hesitating when she flinched from his approaching hand before he gently cupped her face, making her loom up at him. "You are safe here, Slipstream. No one will ever hurt you again. I would never hurt you like my so called counterpart has done. I swear my spark on it. While you are here, you will be protected and safe from any danger. Especially from this Jazz counterpart." He said firmly before gently tracing his thumb across her cheek. He smiled so fatherly like at her and even more when the femme relaxed and spared a weak smile.

"Th-thank you." Slipstream whispered as she raised a trembling hand to place against his forearm.

Optimus nodded softly before stepping back. "We must know more though. Would you be willing to tell us all we need to know?" He paused and waited for her timid nod. "How did you come here? How did you know how to find our world? Was it Vector Prime? Did he tell you?" He asked softly sparing a glance over his shoulder to the dark colored, star spangled mech in the far back.

Slipstream looked confused as she looked around Optimus then shook her head as she looked back at the red and blue mech. "I have never heard of Vector Prime. I...I didn't even know where I was going when I entered the Space and Time Bridge. It was just something my friend, Whisper told me." Her optics brightened at the name before she quickly ducked her head down towards her chassis. "The datapad!" She gasped before quickly opening up her subspace compartment and bringing out the old datapad her friend had given her. The datapad and the strange controller.

"Hmm?" Optimus hummed looking at it with curiosity. "What is that?"

Slipstream looked up at him, holding up the datapad. "My friend, Whisper! He...he gave me these! The data pad explained to me of where I was and how I got here! Whisper is on it! He didn't really say what this controller was. But he did say that he was from this world! That...that he was a human named...!"

"The device is a Space and Time Bridge controller. It allows you to control the bridges between this dimension and yours, that way you can travel from here, back into your dimension when the time comes. As for your friend, how is Sean McCourie doing as Whisper?" Vector Prime asked now quite amused and sounding sly.

Like someone breaking glass, everyone stalled and looked at the Space and Time Guardian with complete dead shock.

Nightbird gasped, stepping back, her servo slapping to her face as her red optics were bright and wide. "Sean?! What do you mean?! Sean is alive?!" She gasped alarmed.

Vector Prime looked at her and nodded. "Primacron was responsible for his resurrection as a Cybertronian. He sent Sean McCourie's spirit into the Shattered dimension, reborn as Whisper. Whisper knows who he is and remembers all of his previous life. He was sent to Slipstream's dimension as...a guardian, I suppose you can say. He was to try and change things in that world, make a difference there." He sighed and shook his head. "Unfortunately, it is not going very well. Try as hard as he may, Whisper, Sean has only managed to impact only one Autobot there, to change his point of view."

Slipstream gaped at him in surprise. "What, are you saying he is the reason why Sideswipe is on our side now?" She asked and received surprised looks.

Vector Prime, however, nodded. "Yes, sort of speak. He introduced Sideswipe to Danielle Adams after all." He stated.

More startled looks and Rodimus snorted, his hand on his waist. "Danielle Adams? Lemme guess? A counterpart of Dawn, right?" He asked and laughed when Vector Prime smiled and nodded. "Oh, that's just hilarious. Wait til Dawn hears this. She's gonna love to hear that she has another her in some other dimension."

"I wo-wouldn't tell her anything about her counterpart in my world, if I were you. She's won't like what she'll learn about Danielle." Slipstream said sadly as she looked carefully at the electric blue and silver Prime.

Everyone looked at her alarmed and felt dread rising in their sparks. They couldn't help but feel that whatever she was trying not to say wasn't going to be something that they would like to hear.

"What...what happened to Dawn...I mean, Danielle?" Optimus asked, his voice almost failing on him.

Slipstream lowered her head, her optics shuttering closed. "She...I never met her, myself. I only knew of her because of Starscream and Sideswipe. She...before Sideswipe met her, she was a thief, a crook. She lived on the streets and was a part of a bad gang. She...she even as a part of a Thieves Guild and they always broke into homes, did some harm to people. She never truly wanted to hurt anyone though. She hated doing it. But it was either her own life or their lives. She had to have some way of surviving and that was the only way she knew how to survive. One day...she was running from the police after she tried stealing this car. A bright fiery red Lamborghini during a car show. It turned out to be Sideswipe and he hadn't been happy that some fleshie tried stealing him. He even took her for a wild ride after ditching the police. He nearly killed her in the process. It was Whisper who saved her and introduced her to the Decepticons."

"Really? How did that go?" Rodimus asked now totally enthralled by the story.

Slipstream smiled. "She became good friends with all of them, Starscream especially. They were really close. Eventually, she ended up running into Sideswipe again with Whisper and she...well...she hated him at first. They both hated each other. He always tried to kill her whenever he saw her. And she always tried to shoot him with some EMP weapon that was given to her to defend herself. But...one day, he had a chance to do it and he didn't take that chance. He realized that he liked her wild, free spirit attitude attractive and kind of fell for her. She changed him. She changed his everything; spark and choice to be bad. They really hit it off after they stopped trying to kill each other, falling pretty deeply in love." She then sighed, lowering her head. "She was captured eventually by the Autobots and was one of the very first humans to be Cyber-Formed. It was a test to see if it would work. When it did...she wasn't useful any more to them. And she refused to join the Autobots because of what they were like. She didn't want to be bad any more. So, Optimus ordered Sideswipe to destroy her."

There was a dead silence of grave horror.

"And did he?" Optimus asked softly, dreading the answer.

Slipstream shook her head, her wings slumped behind her. "He couldn't. He couldn't do it. He refused to. And when Optimus Prime got mad and tried to kill them both, they both fled. Danielle, who eventually took the designation Sunraizor, pulled Sideswipe into the Decepticons, begged for his acceptance from all of them. It took a whole lot of work for it work out for both of them. They eventually spark mated and had an emberling."

"Emberling?" Nightbird asked now smiling faintly. "Is that what you call your sparklings, or rather babies?" She asked liking the sound of the word.

Slipstream smiled faintly and nodded back. But her smile was gone at the next thought. "Before she sparked her emberling, she was kidnapped by the Autobots, used to bait Starscream and Sideswipe." She spoke sadly. "They went to save her with all of the Decepticons. If only...if only Megatron hadn't given up, if only he had been there, she might still be alive today. And her and Sideswipe's emberling wouldn't be..." she cut herself with a shudder.

"Nightbeat is dead?" Rodimus asked in pain and horror.

Slipstream looked at him and shook her head. "No. But he is an Autobot. And a really, really unstable one. Sideswipe's twin brother, Sunstreaker, he stayed with the Autobots and he hated Sideswipe. Even before Sides joined the Decepticons. He had no problem killing Sunraizor and crippling Nightbeat." She sad gravely.

Everyone, once again, looked on with horror. "What?" Each one vented in disbelief.

"Yeah. Nightbeat is crippled. He walks with a bad limp and he also has a really nasty glitch. He is sometimes calm one minute and then turns into a complete psychotic mech the next. Super bipolar and probably schizophrenic too. I heard reports that he was seen talking to no one but himself several times. Sunstreaker can't stand him and treats him like slag. He actually is treated really bad around the Autobots. No one likes him, no one but Princess Beta Prime. I think she only likes him because of his psychotic tendencies. And I really wouldn't like to talk about her, if you don't mind." She said looking apologetically to Optimus, who nodded in understanding.

"Well, that is some tale. But I think we should save it for later. Our patients need recharge. Slipstream's systems are over stressed enough. You can interrogate the Bulkhead counterpart tomorrow, Primes." Ratchet said firmly as he looked around at everyone. "Besides, you have work to do. Like finding that Jazz counterpart."

Optimus turned suddenly serious before nodding to Ratchet. "Ratchet, before we let Slipstream recharge, we have to know more." He turned to Slipstream, who grimaced as if in pain. "What is your dimension's Jazz like?" He asked seriously.

Slipstream grimaced, her head dipping lower. "Everything that your Jazz probably isn't. He is completely insane, cynical, cruel, and dangerous. Out of all of the Autobots, honest, he is the third most dangerous Autobot. He can kill anybot without them even knowing it until they are already off line and their sparks rupture." She said gravely. "You probably won't even find him until it's too late, Optimus Prime. He...he is going to destroy everything you might have worked so hard for. He loves reigning chaos and showing off. If he hurts anyone on Earth, you are definitely going to know about it." She told him.

"I was afraid of that. And seeing that your Jazz is third most dangerous and I am taking it that Optimus Prime is the most dangerous. Do I want to know who the second is?" Optimus asked carefully.

Slipstream grimaced and cowed a little. "Actually...Optimus Prime is the Second most dangerous Cybertronian, sir. There is one other who is more dangerous than him and it's because of what he is and what his abilities are." She said uneasily.

Optimus and everyone frowned at that but looked at her curiously. "Who is the most dangerous then?" The red and blue Prime asked cautiously.

"The Autobot Second In Command, Prowl. He is the most dangerous mech alive." Slipstream said grimly. "It's because of his battle computer and completely cold exterior. He is completely emotionless and careless in spark. In fact, I don't even think he has one. There are horror stories saying that he ripped out his own spark and locked it up in a box. I think it's bull slag, though. I just think he erased all emotions from his processor. Optimus Prime has to sometimes watch out for him. Prowl has tried to assassinate him a couple of times so he can take over. Problem is, Prime can be...well, pretty strong. He is stronger than Prowl. And Prowl is completely strategically stronger than him. Prowl has tried a few times to back stab Optimus Prime but because Prime doesn't fully trust him, he never keeps his guard down around him. I can't tell you how many times they've gone at it and some mech ends up going to Doctor of Doom, Hatchet's medic bay."

Ratchet growled and a few in the room snickered. "I am never going to live that title down, no matter what universe, am I? Do I even want to know to know what my counterpart is like?" He asked before holding up his hands when Slipstream was about to answer. "WAIT! Do not tell me! I don't want to know! Primacron forbid! I just do not want to know!" He then shot everyone a look. "All right! That's enough interrogating mine and Knockout's patient. Optimus, get over to that berth and let me finish up sealing that shoulder of yours! Let Slipstream rest! Starscream, Nightbird, your Slipstream is waking up. I think it best you go to her and start explaining what you just learned so she won't be Primacron damned confused." He grumbled.

Starscream and Nightbird looked at one another, smiled before they gave the new Slipstream a nod. "Well...I suppose we better go then. If you need anything, Slipstream, please feel free to ask." The Cyber ninja Seeker femme said patting the younger femme on the shoulder. "Good night, sweetie." She then went with Starscream to see their daughter in the next medical room.

No one missed the sad smile that the new Slipstream spared after them but no one would bother her about it either.

Nonetheless, Ratchet was right.

The Primes and remaining High Lord knew they needed to get to work. They needed to find the other Jazz immediately, especially with how dangerous he seemed to be.

Who knew what kind of chaos he was causing?

"Heh." A cold laugh escaped from the white, black, blue and red Porsche 918 Spyder as it was driving away from some unknown, uncared car wash lot. He had sped away from the very state that he had been in when facing all of those Autobot fakes, mixed with Decepticons. It took a lot of speeding and weaving from road to road to lose any pursuers he might have had but he knew he had lost them.

Hours later, Evil Jazz decided he needed to change his alt mode, seeing all of those fakes had seen what he looked like when he feld them. He had found a perfect new disguse and scanned it before he found some car wash in some state he didn't even care to know which one and used it.

Problem was, it was a car wash station ran by humans.

After sweet talking the humans, pretending to be some little good doer Decepticon, and shocking the scrap out of that it actually worked, Jazz was sparkling clean and even waxed.

From behind him, as he left, the car wash exploded and merely screams of pain and fear and agony had trailed after him.

"Stupid lil' fleshy parasites." Jazz chuckled savagely. "Actually bought mah scrap. It was sure fun seeing the looks on the're faces when ah pulled out mah cannons and start'd shoot'n em." He laughed cruelly as he drove away from the burning black cloud car wash.

At least he was clean and looking good now. That was all that mattered.