I'm still alive! XD

Sorry, it's been so long since I last updated! What has it been? Half a year?!

Here is it proven that I am lazy.

Though I finally escaped my writers block! YAY!


Klik- 1.2 seconds

Groon - 1 Hour

Solar Cycle - A day

Deca-Cycle - 10 Days

1 Deca-Cycle later:


Orion Pax stood at the window of his apartment, while the others sat in the main room, talking and planning. Orion himself, was trying to come to terms with what had happened.

A solar cycle ago, when Ironhide and Jazz had returned from the hospital, they had gotten a letter, a threat from someone who seemed to know everything about them.

The letter had threatened that if they didn't give up Solaris, the bot or bots would come and get her, by any means necessary, even if it would involve harming or possible killing Orion and his friends.

But Prowl had a plan, they needed to smuggle her out of town, and somewhere safe. After a little bit of convincing, Prowl's boss, was allowing them to move her to a safe house run by the witness protection program. The problem was it was half way across Cybertron, not only in the opposite hemisphere, but on the other side of the planet.

After a few more moments of watching the street, Orion turned, and walked back into the room. Prowl was talking. "... Than we get on a bus, here." He said, pointing on small town on a map. "From there, it's a three Groon drive to Crystal city. We'll stay the night there, then drive for two or three Groons until we get to Plax City. From there its a half a groon's walk to the safe house. "

Ratchet looked at the corner of the room, back with supplies. "If we're only gone for four solar cycles, why on cybertron do we need all this stuff?" Ratchet asked.

Next to him, Jazz nodded. "Ratchet's right, what's it for?" He rested his helm on the table, tired and bored, and in need of some good music.

As Orion sat down, Elita-One spoke up. "Incase we run in to any... complications." She said.

Prowl nodded. "We won't be taking any chances. Who knows what these bots can do, they already proven they want you," He said, point his writing utensil at Solaris, "and the lengths they're willing to go to."

"So, what did you pack?" Ironhide asked.

"Engeron, survival supplies, maps, gear, weapons, medical kits, though I'm sure Ratchet, you'll want to bring your own." Prowl said.

Ratchet nodded.

"Whoa! Wait a klik Prowl, you make it sound like a life or death, go explore the farthest reaches of space kind of adventure not not hey, we're gonna be gone a few solar cycles, lets be prepared kinda thing." Chromua said.

Prowl sighed. "Its best to be prepared, who knows what could happen." He said.

Orion groaned. "Prowl, you're scaring me." He said. "Please stop being a Red Alert."

The white and black mech galred at him. "There's a difference between being cautious, and being paranoid."

There was some silence, than Jazz spoke up, lifting his head of the table. "I agree with O.P. You sure you're not overreacting Prowlie?" He asked

Prowl glared at him too. "Don't call me Prowlie, and no I'm, not overreacting." He snapped. "Anyway, head back to you're apartments, take the bags with your names on them and get some stuff you need, try to keep it light though, we might need to move quickly."

The bots around the table nodded, and everyone stood up. Ratchet put a hand on Prowl's shoulder. "Why are we doing this, wouldn't the police want to sent some bots with experience?" He asked.

Prowl nodded. "I thought that too, but with the ball and Sentinel Prime's big speech coming up, they can't spare anyone, I'm lucky they let me go." He said.

Ratchet stood there for a moment, then nodded, walked to the corner, and picked up his bag.

As the friends parted, Orion watched them leave, waving. The first to leave were Ratchet and Solaris -who hadn't talk much since the shooting-, followed quickly by Prowl, than Elita, than Ironhide and Chromia, but Jazz stayed a little longer.

"You okay O.P?" He asked, looking at his best friend with a concerned look.

Orion sighed. "I don't know Jazz, I just-" He groaned and rubbed his eyes, it was getting late. "I just need some sleep, that's all." He said

"Orion-"

"I'm fine Jazz, just go get some sleep." He said.

Jazz nodded, he knew that Orion didn't wanted to talk, and would speak with him when he was ready.

Grabbing his bag, Jazz waved goodbye, then walked across the hallway, opening his own door.

Once Jazz was gone, Orion walked to his room, and dropped his bag on a chair. he sat down on the berth and sighed. His cyberca jumped on to his lap and purred loudly. He pet her head and sighed.

He looked in the mirror and sighed, looking at his reflection.

"How did I get myself into this?" He asked.

Merrrrow... The cat agreed.


Now, I must return to memorizing and acting out the first 2 stanza's of "Charge of the Light Brigade!" By Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Oh the fun...