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Prowl was exhausted, but he refused to show it. After not being able to feel emotions for a good chunk of his existence, it was still foreign to express them. He had recounted his story to the Prime, sparing no detail. It left him drained.

Prowl palmed open the door to his suite and wasn't at all surprised to find Jazz lounging in his favorite chair. The lounge chair had been specially made with his doorwings in mind. Prowl tilted his faceplate to the side.

"Is there a reason you're here?"

"Can't a mech visit his good buddy after a long orn?" asked Jazz with an innocent smile.

"Of course," said Prowl. "If said 'good buddy' knocks first."

Jazz leapt from the chair and gestured for Prowl to sit down. "I saved you a seat."

"How generous," said Prowl. He sat down in the chair. Jazz motioned to two energon cubes on the table as he pulled a stool up to sit on. "I take it you heard about my time with Optimus and the others? Where was Mirage?"

"Wasn't 'Rag," said Jazz.

"I haven't authorized any new recruits," said Prowl.

Jazz smirked. "Soundwave had one of the lil guys watching. Nothing ya need to worry yur helm about."

Prowl frowned. "If you say so." He took a sip of the offered cube. "Is this about Barricade or my dreams?"

"Both Ah would expect," said Jazz. He studied Prowl through his visor. Prowl couldn't guess his thoughts from the expression. "Did ya authorize Bluestreak tah come back tah Cybertron?"

Prowl shook his helm. "No, I thought he didn't want to return."

"So did Ah," said Jazz. He put his energon cube down with a soft thud. "Ah got a call from Bee. He was askin' if Blue had made it here alright and if ya were goin' to Praxus wit 'im. Hot Rod and Springer are already drivin' him crazy."

"I didn't know Bluestreak was going to Praxus," said Prowl. "That area hasn't been cleared yet for work. We still need to make sure the city is structurally sound enough for mechs to be on the ground there."

"That's what Ah told Bee," said Jazz. "He said ya were the one who told Blue to meet ya there. Said ya wanted Blue to have some closure after everything that happened."

Prowl's processor was starting to feel heavy. "Why would he think I told Bluestreak to come back?"

"They got a transmission from ya," said Jazz. "Ah take it ya neveah sent a transmission?"

"No, I haven't spoken to the Earth team in decacycles," said Prowl. Maybe he should have contacted them more often. "Do we know where Bluestreak is?"

"Ah had Trailbreaker pull up tha coordinates for his shuttle," said Jazz. "It landed in Praxus half an orn ago. We tried raisin' 'im on comms, but we only got static."

"Where did the shuttle land?" asked Prowl.

"Tha northern district o' Praxus," said Jazz.

"Can you get me a shuttle ready?" asked Prowl. "I need to go there now."

"Already on it," said Jazz. "Bee's comin' too. He's already on his way."

"No, I need to go now," said Prowl.

"Bee's going wit ya," said Jazz. "Don't raise a fuss about it. I want one o' mah mechs with ya. 'Rag and Ah have an assignment coming up. That just leaves Bee. Don't argue!" Jazz held up a servo to cut off Prowl's protest. "Ah know ya want to get there yesterday, but ya can't go in like ya are right now. Bee will be here in a groon."

Prowl nodded. "I will gather up what we will need."

Prowl's comm buzzed. He raised a servo to answer. ::Prowl::

::Prowl:: said the Prime over the comm link. :: If it's not too much trouble, could you please meet me for some energon in my quarters? I have a few more questions for you::

"Who is it?" asked Jazz pointing to the side of his helm.

"Optimus," replied Prowl. "He would like me to join him in his quarters."

Jazz quirked an optic ridge. "Did 'Lita finally convince him tah ask ya for a three way?"

Prowl's helm mildly ached at the thought. :: I will be there shortly, sir:: he said over the link.

::Thank you Prowl, I'm especially curious about these dreams you've been having:: Optimus ended the comm link before Prowl could respond. His helm gave another dull throb.

"Hey, mech, ya okay?"

Prowl became aware of Jazz tightly gripping his shoulder and barely keeping him on his peds. "I have been better," said Prowl. He managed to straighten up. "Optimus is aware of my dreams. Did you tell him?"

Jazz shook his helm. Any sign of his usually playful nature was absent. "No," said Jazz. "Ah didn't think they were that bad yet."

Prowl rubbed the space between his optics. "At least this will give me some time to speak to him about some personal time. I want to keep this mission off the record, at least until we've recovered Bluestreak."

"Ah'm wit ya on that," said Jazz. "Bee's comin' in on stealth. Ah'll make sure everythin's ready for ya."

"Thank you," said Prowl.

Prowl quickly made his way to out of his quarters to visit Optimus. It was a few kliks walk.

When Prowl arrived at the door, he knocked softly on the Prime's quarters. Since returning to Cybertron, the barracks like lodgings they had grown accustomed to had been substituted for more apartment like housing.

The door opened and Prowl stepped into the room. It was warm and homey. Prowl vaguely recalled similar homes when he was much younger. Optimus Prime was sitting on a well loved couch he had received as a gift from one of his friends on Earth.

Optimus stood up to greet Prowl. "Thank you for coming to meet with me," he said.

Prowl gently dipped his helm in greeting. "I am always available to help serve my Prime."

Optimus chuckled. "Don't say that around Elita, she might think I'm cheating on her."

Prowl managed a tight smile. "Really," he said. "Jazz suggested that you two had been planning on inviting me to your berth for quite some time."

"I wonder how Jazz got that idea," said Optimus. After a short pause he became serious and motioned for Prowl to sit down on the empty seat across from him. "I wanted to thank you for sharing your story today. I knew Praxus had many local legends and, well, ghost stories as the humans would say."

"Was it also the Matrix that told you of my affliction?" asked Prowl.

"The dreams or your lack of emotions?"

Prowl studied his leader and friend. "Both I suppose," he said slowly. "Though I admit, I had a feeling you were aware of my run in at the northern temple."

"Yes," said Optimus. "Some of the memories the Matrix showed me involved a young, emotionless mech studying meditation practices with Sentinel Prime under Master Yoketron. Was it the lessons or the proximity to an artifact of Primus that helped?"

"Both I suspect," said Prowl. "Though, as I said, it wasn't until Praxus fell that I was able to feel anything close to what I could before the incident. It was like seeing the sun after a long foggy night."

Optimus smiled at the poetic words. Prowl had come a long way since his early years in the Autobot army. "Was the story Smokescreen told the one you grew up with as well?"

"One of many," said Prowl. "I was always fond of the version with a mysterious mech showing up at the temple one night during an acid storm. The mysterious mech turned out to be The Fallen and he was able to tempt the priest to the side of Unicron."

"A much less theatrical version than the one Smokescreen told," said Optimus.

"Yes, his story was certainly the most popular of his generation," said Prowl. "How did you find out about my dreams? Did Jazz tell you?"

Optimus shook his helm. "A feeling from the Matrix. I have been having visions of Praxus. You are in them along with a few others."

"Others?" asked Prowl.

Optimus looked uncomfortable. "I've heard that Bluestreak had been scheduled to go to Praxus, yet it hasn't been cleared for mechs to explore. Trailbreaker has reported to me that he is now missing." Optimus briefly paused. "My visions have shown Bluestreak, as well as Bumblebee, Barricade and Thundercracker all in Praxus."

"What else have you seen?" asked Prowl. His processor was starting to ache. He might believe in higher powers, but the finer points of religion continued to be illogical.

"I'm not sure," admitted the Prime. "But then again, my visions rarely give many details."

Prowl nodded. "Then I have your permission to go to Praxus as soon as Bumblebee arrives?"

"Of course, old friend," said Optimus. "Please bring Bluestreak home."

Thundercracker eyed the southern Cybertronian horizon. The sky wasn't like back on Earth, with vibrant colors and fickle clouds. They sky was always starry on Cybertron. One of the moons was low to the southeast, Lunar 1 most likely.

"Was Vos that way?" asked Gunner transforming next to the seeker. He pointed along the horizon, where Thundercracker had been staring.

"Yes," said Thundercracker. "Along with her sister city Praxus."

"Never knew why they were considered sister cities," said Gunner. "Only fliers and you seekers were able to get around Vos. Praxus was a city for us grounders."

"My sire once told me that Praxians were decedents of grounded fliers," said Thundercracker. "That's why they had sensory wings. Back before Cybertron was a united planet, Praxus and Vos made a treaty to help protect each other. The fliers would protect the skies and watch for approaching enemies. The grounders would offer back up for the fliers, provide cover fire if they fell and prevent anything from happening to the towers that were the foundations of Vos. There were rumors that they were also supposed to be the first sentries against an underground army, but I think those were just sparkling tales."

"Guess that relationship ended well," said Gunner. "One city destroyed by Autobots, the other Decepticons, one city's survivors fighting for the 'Cons, the other fighting for the 'Bots. Sounds like you guys had a great relationship."

"It was a mistake to destroy Praxus," said Thundercracker.

"Did ya spend a lot of time there?"

"I grew up there," said Thundercracker. "My carrier was a Praxian. When I was old enough to join the Vosian academy, my sire took me to Vos."

"Oh," said Gunner.

"Vosians and Praxians were always inter-bonding," said Thundercracker. "It was quite common."

A loud whistle alerted them to the end of shift. "Looks like it's quitting time," said Gunner. Thundercracker continued to look out at the horizon. "It's still going to be there tomorrow, mech."

"You don't know that," said Thundercracker.

Gunner gave Thundercracker an odd look. "I know that the war is over. I know that my shift's just ended. I know that that's," here Gunner pointed at the raising moon "Lunar 1. And I know that tomorrow the captain's going to wake our sorry afts up for another delivery. Stop worrying so much. Now let's head in for a cube."

"I'm leaving actually," said Thundercracker.

"Huh?"

"I'm leaving," repeated Thundercracker. "This was my last shift. I handed in my resignation this morning."

"You don't have to sound so formal," laughed Gunner, then his face hardened. "You sure you want to head out? Cyberton's a waste land. How long do you think you're going to last out there by yourself?"

"I have way," said Thundercracker not caring to elaborate.

"Well, if you ever want to come back, I'll put in a good word for you," said Gunner. Thundercracker nodded. "Just where are you headed to anyway?"

"Praxus," said Thundercracker. "I have a promise to keep."

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