Once again…don't own anything. It's going to be 'M' rated from here on out, but I'll try to stay in fanfiction's guidelines.
A few days later…Cybertron…Iocan Crystal Gardens…
"This is the important meeting I had to attend!" Rodimus growled softly to Kup, as they attended yet another party as well as another femme made her way to him.
Before Kup could reply, the femme purred out, "Rodimus Prime, so good to make you're acquaintance."
He gave her a strained smile, "Yes, would you please excuse me," he told her and then dragged Kup to a corner of the room.
"Explain!" he harshly whispered to Kup.
Kup actually gulped in fear as he watched his former student's optics go from blue to white, and then back to blue again. Finally, he said, "It was Ultra Magnus's idea; he thought it was about time you found a consort."
"Really," he drawled out, "For the past tron he has treated me like a sparkling, and now he thinks I am old enough to get bonded! What in Primus's name gave him the idea I wanted to be bonded?!"
Before Kup could answer, Rodimus yelled out, "No wait! Let me answer my own question! Ultra Magnus doesn't like Chromia's attitude and since the leader of the Autobot femmes is always the bonded of a Prime…what better way to kill two birds with one stone, a replacement for Chromia and a permanent sparkling sitter for me!"
By this time, everyone was silent as they watched Rodimus Prime rip apart his third-in-command; finally Jazz as well as Lancer bravely came up to them. "Prime," Lancer told him, "everyone is looking…."
"I don't slagging care!" he bellowed, "I have had it with both Ultra Magnus and Kup!" He gazed at Jazz thoughtfully for a moment, "I may not be able to do anything about Ultra Magnus at the moment," he then pointed a stern finger at Kup, "but I can certainly deal with you Kup! As of this moment, you are no longer third-in-command!"
"Prime," Kup whispered painfully as he finally realized what he driven his old student into doing.
Rodimus then pointed a finger at Jazz, "You are the new third-in-command!"
Jazz gaped at him in shock, finally he stuttered out, "P-Prime it goes against tradition…"
"In this case, I don't fragging care about tradition," interrupted Rodimus, "I care about having senior officers that I can trust!" He then turned his attention back to his old teacher, "Kup, you can take Jazz's place as Head of the Academy or I am certain I can find you a distant outpost in the Beta sector, which would you prefer?"
Kup looked at him painfully as he whispered, "I'll take the Academy position."
"Good," he told him, "I'll leave the details of switching your offices between you and Jazz! Good Night!"
As Rodimus furiously stalked out… the whispers and rumors began to circulate the room; Lancer leaned over to Jazz and softly asked, "Some party, wasn't it?"
"That is an understatement," he muttered as he stared at Kup whom was still in shock, "I can't believe Prime is doing this!"
"After the slag they have been giving him, do you blame him?" she asked.
Jazz thought for a moment, and then he replied, "No, can't say that I do. But, if Prime is doing this now with Kup, there is a very good chance he will want to replace Ultra Magnus as well. And if my memory banks serve me right, there is no one I can think of to replace him."
"Except you," she told him.
"Except me," he mournfully agreed, "Slag! I do not want to be SIC, even when I was under Optimus's command! I need a Primus's slagging miracle to get me out of being SIC! "
She gave him a mysterious smirk and then said cheerfully, "Oh, have some faith Jazz!" Maybe a miracle will happen!"
"If it does, I'm kissing anyone whom helps provide it!" he promised.
Lancer burst into laughter as she imagined the looks on Swoop's as well as certain femmes' faces if Jazz went thru on his promise. Jazz looked at her in confusion, "What's so slaggin funny?"
"Nothing, Jazz," she replied as she continued to snicker, "Absolutely nothing!"
Later that night…Autobot Cybertron Command Center…Kup's Office…
Kup stared at Ultra Magnus's shock face over the communicator screen, finally he said, "Lad, snap out of it!"
"Kup, forgive me," apologized Ultra Magnus, "I can't believe…"
"I am certainly starting to believe," interrupted Kup, "We've been treating Prime like a sparkling for the past tron, and the lad has finally lost his patience with us!" Kup, then sighed sadly, "His trust as well, Primus that hurts the most!"
"I'll try to talk Prime in giving you back," began Ultra Magnus, but was interrupted once again.
"Don't bother, lad!" he yelled, "If I am at the Academy, maybe whatever is left of my relationship with Prime will eventually heal up! I would be more concerned with your own position if I were you lad!"
Ultra Magnus was silent for a moment, finally he asked, "What do you mean?"
"If Prime is just merely angry at me," Kup slowly explained to him, "Then, he is absolutely furious with you! You're on extremely slick roads, my friend; it won't take much for him to replace you with Jazz!"
Once again, Kup's words left Ultra Magnus in shock, finally he said, "I'll think about what you have said Kup, signing off."
Kup once again sighed and then looked around his office in regret; finally he muttered despondently, "I better start packing."
As the same time…on Earth…the Ark's entrance…
As the sun slowly rose over the Ark and surrounding area, Silverstar was gazing sternly at Firestar and Glimmer, "All right, do you two know what to do?"
"Yes," they both answered her.
"Then get going!" she ordered, "Stigma is waiting!"
As she watched the red fire rescue vehicle and the pink convertible roll out, she muttered, "Primus, help us." She remained there enjoying the silence when she heard two vehicles headed toward the Ark, she gazed down the road and groaned out loud, "Primus, please…we really need your help!"
As her brothers transformed before her, Sideswipe asked, "Hey, Sis! Why aren't you and the rest of the femmes in the City?"
Sunstreaker snorted in agreement, "And why pray tell did you pick this old dump?"
Silverstar growled out, "We're more comfortable here away from Af…I mean Ultra-Magnus. You two are late! You were supposed to meet me in Autobot City days ago!"
Sideswipe shrugged as he replied, "We ran into Bumblebee in Germany trying to get pictures of the local wildlife, we decided to help."
"Help?" she repeated in apprehension, "No, I don't want to know! I've got enough problems here!"
"Hey Silvia, has anything strange happen here?" Sunstreaker asked.
"Do not call me Silvia, Sunny!" she bellowed out and then lied to her brothers, "No, nothing strange is going on, why?"
The two brothers looked at each other for a moment, finally Sideswipe replied, "Don't laugh, but when we were in Germany our Prowl-Sense re-activated."
Silverstar weekly chuckled, "Prowl-Sense?"
"Yeah, it always activated when Prowl was extremely mad about something and we know not to pull any pranks that day," explained Sideswipe, "Or if he was close discovering our counter band, or if he knew we were behind a prank, or…"
"It died the day of the attack on Autobot City," interrupted Sunstreaker, "However, as brat-face said it re-activated a few days ago, the question is how it can do that when Prowl was declared dead?"
'Slag, their subconscious, or whatever gut instinct those two encompass, must have realize that Prowl is alive,' she thought as she said at the same time, "I don't know."
The twins narrowed their optics, "Piece of advice sis, don't lie to an expert liar," Sideswipe told her, "What are you hiding?"
"Nothing," she replied and nearly sighed with relief as she noticed who was behind her brothers.
Before either one of them could reply, a shot from behind them knocked the pair of them unconscious. Chromia stood above their bodies and her stun gun was still smoking, "Chromia to Red Light, Green Light, and Yellow Light," she said over her communicator, "I know you can see us over the cameras, get out here! I want these two gagged, tied, and stuff in the brig until we can figure out what to do with them!"
"And one of you three guard them so that they won't escape!" added Silverstar over her communicator.
"Roger that… fearless leaders," stated the triplets over the comm., "We're on our way!"
Silverstar sighed as she rubbed her forehead wearily, "As if we don't have enough problems!"
"Agreed," Chromia muttered, and then her face brighten with glee, "I almost forgot why I came out here in the first place…I just received news from Lancer! Rodimus kicked Kup's aft in front of every high-placed Cybertrion during a party. He ordered that Kup and Jazz trade positions; Jazz is back as third in command!"
Silverstar stared at her in a mixture of shock and horror, "That's great Chromia, but what if Jazz realizes that Prowl is still alive as these two did, even if it was," she made quotation marks with her fingers, "Prowl-Sense ?!"
Chromia frowned, "If the little pit spawn comes back to Earth, we'll just have to keep him away from the mech-femme," she muttered uneasily.
"Why do I get the feeling that will be easier said than done!" shouted her SIC.
"Aw, don't worry, Silva", said Chromia with some confidence as she threw an arm around her shoulders, "Jazz is on Cybertron, so he can't find out about Prowl! In fact, there is no way that anyone on Cybertron can find out that our favorite cop is still alive!"
Silverstar frowned as she grumbled, "Don't call me Silva!"
Meanwhile on Cybertron…Tomb of the Heroic Enlightened…
Lancer silently made her way into the tomb, 'Awful slagging name for a tomb, an ancestor of Aft-Magnus must of have named it!' she thought as she crept toward her destination, 'Here it is!' As she stood before the golden statue of Prowl, she heard a sound behind her, 'Someone is coming!' Quickly, she hid behind the statue as the footsteps became clearer; she tried not to scream in fright as the orange and black femme came into view. 'Slag!' she thought frantically, "it's Blackarachia!'
The malevolent femme walked up to Optimus Prime's statue and pressed the button on the side of its base, the statue moved aside and from the depths rose a berth; which contained the broken, grey body of Optimus Prime. Blackarachia stared at the body for a moment, and then she touched the cadaver's face plate, and then ran a finger down the fractured chest. "My Prime," she muttered lovely as she climbed up on the berth and straddle the body, "My Beloved."
Lancer tried not to throw up as she watched her former leader have sex with Optimus Prime's corpse; unknown to either femme another Cybertronian was watching the grisly scene and he too was trying not hurl. A few clicks later, Blackarachia overloaded on the dead shell, sighing in relief she whispered, "Do not fret my love; I'll take care of our little sparkling! Yes, I will!" She kept repeating this phrase as she closed Optimus's tomb and walked away from the graveyard.
Slowly, a trembling Lancer came out from behind Prowl's statue, "She's mad! Slagging mad!" she yelled out. Still shuddering, she pressed the button on the base of Prowl's statue and watched as a similar process made Prowl's body come up from the ground. Scrutinizing his shell, she prayed frantically, "Please let there be no spike! Please let there be no…ah pit!" She scrunched her face in loathing as she looked at the interfacing rod that was peaking out of the torn spike plate.
Sighing with disgust, she retrieved the instructional data pad, a metel box, as well as medical tools from subspace and read out loud, "How to Disconnect and Retrieve an Interface Rod for Dummies, This Means You Lancer! By Gadget." Her face became even more revolted, "Thank you for having so much confidence in my processor, Gadget!" she sarcastically said, "Ah, well…Step: 1, carefully remove the spike plate by using…"
The mysterious mech watched Lancer in her gruesome task; finally Lancer placed the interface rod as well as extra pieces of shell into the metal box and read out loud the last instruction, "Now, that you're done, get your aft to Med Supplies and pick up my order! Then, get your fragging aft to a ship and get back here! Before, he really does die!" Lancer quickly packed everything away and closed the tomb, the entire time she was cursing, "Slagging Gadget! She's acting too much like her mech creator lately! When this is over, I am getting her drunk on high-grade!"
When Lancer was finally out of sight, Rodimus Prime slowly came out from behind Ratchet's statue, he looked up at the once terrifying medic, "Well, that was freighting and out of the ordinary! My mother has beyond a doubt gone off the deep end, and apparently Gadget has taken up your mantle as the scariest medic in the galaxy!"
A Few Hours Later…
"Thanks for the help, Med-One," Lancer told him as she loaded up the last of the supplies on the small ship she was taking back to Earth.
"No problem, Lancer. But, be sure to remind Gadget that this is it!" he reminded her as he went off the ship, "No more favors!"
"I will," she reassured him, she was about to re-board when she was stop by Blurr.
"Lancer, Ihavegotasealed, holographicmessage, fromPrime…foryoutotakeback," he speedily told her as he handed her the holographic device.
"Okay, but who is the message for?" she asked, "And tell me slowly!"
"Chromia, Gadget, and Moonracer," he answered edgily.
She sighed, "Fine, and you can talk normally now."
"OH! Thankyou,It'sapaintotalkslow! Catchyalater!"
As he raced off, Lancer frowned at the device in her hands, "I wonder what is so important that Prime needs to deliver the information like this! And sealed too!" she muttered thoughtfully.
Fifteen Minutes later…in a secret lab on Cybertron…
Med-One sighed wearily as he walked into his lab, as he looked over at the caged humans he 'acquired' for his experiments, a feminine voice called out, "Med-One, still doing illegal experiments I see…and with humans no less!"
"Whose there?!" he called out in fear.
Blackarachia stepped out of the shadows, "Just an old friend," she replied as she watched him trembling in fear, she used her hypnotic power on him, "Now, now no need to be shaking in fright! You will do what I want, won't you?"
Med-one suddenly became stiff as a statue, he then automatically replied, "Yes, my Queen."
"That's better! Now, I just need to put this collar on you so that I can still control you even if I am away," she gleefully told him as she placed the black collar around his neck, "There! I need you to do a few things for me, servant."
"Yes, my Queen."
"Let's start with your experiments on humans…disgusting creatures that they are, have you ever managed to turn one into a fully, functional Cybertrion?"
"No, my Queen," he automatically replied, "The only one I heard of is the Autobot X experiment by the late Ratchet and Wheeljack."
"Do you think that if you can improve on that experiment it could make a human into a permanent Cybertrion?" she thoughtfully asked.
The mind-controlled Media-One answered, "No, my Queen. That experiment can be reversed easily; if it is you're great wish to everlastingly turn a human to one of us, another method must be used."
She was thoughtful for a moment, finally she asked, "What method would you recommend?"
"A serum, my Queen" he replied, "similar to the Well of Transformation on Traal that changed Sea Spray into a permanent human as long as he remained on the planet."
"He was willing to be turned into a human? Yuck, how revolting!" she stated with disgust, "How long will it take to develop the serum?"
"Unknown, my Queen," he replied.
"Then get to it! I want it done as soon as possible!" she ordered, "And it better work perfectly, servant! But, before you get started, do you have something that can increase my hypnotic power over Autobot City! "
"Of course, my Queen!"
Hours later…back on Earth…the Ark…the Old Brig…
As the sun set over the Ark, the Terrible Duo stared angrily thru the bars at Red Light, though they were tied up and gagged, she could see how angry they were. She wearily sighed as she said, "I am not happy about this either! My sisters are trying to get Telatran-1 operational, and instead of helping them…I've got to sparkling sit you two dolts!"
Suddenly they heard footsteps coming toward them; soon they were in the presence of Chromia, Moonracer, and Silverstar. Chromia sighed, as she reluctantly ordered, "Release them."
As Red Light did as she was ordered, Silverstar warned her brothers, "If you act up, we'll re-tie you and stuff you back in the cell."
As they stood up, Sunstreaker cursed out, "What are you slagging, fragging, pit-spawns doing?!"
"What he said," agreed Sideswipe as he glared at them furiously.
Moonracer gave them a familiar stare, and then they went into shock as Prowl's voice spoke thru Moonracer's mouth, "I am not in the mood for the shinagans you two usual pull! And Sunstreaker, you will watch your language while you are here!"
The twins stood perfectly still for a moment, then a frizzing sound was heard; finally, the two mechs fell down with a large thump. Chromia laughed with glee, while Silverstar and Red Light groaned in despair at the thought of carrying them to med bay.
Moonracer/Prowl merely smirked in pleasure and muttered, "Let's see how much they enjoy waking up with a migraine!"
Meanwhile at Autobot City…
Stigma arrived for her shift and now was waiting for Arcee to stop chatting so she could get to her 'real' work; finally the pink femme waved good bye as she went on her way. Stigma went to a door that stated: "Cybertrion Waste Dump Center," on the door's handle was an out of order sign. She took off the sign, and knock on the door…immediately Firestar and Glimmer burst out of room.
As they breathed the fresh air, Firestar whispered, "It's about fragging time! Stigma, you are never sticking me in a waste dump center again!"
Stigma smiled with amusement beneath her mask as she stated, "Question: Autobot Femme Firestar, Autobot Femme Glimmer; readiness?"
"Yes," softly replied Glimmer and then she activated her holographic abilities, "There no one should see us now, even over the cameras! But, we need to get moving! I won't be able to do this for long!" And with those words, the three of them headed toward Autobot City's basement."
30 minutes later…
As they slowly moved around the rarely used basement with only their flashlights; Firstar looked over the hastily drawn out building plan, "According to Prowl," she informed them, "The easiest way to get into the old city's basement is right…here?!"
The three of them stared in amazement at the black marble slab; on the slab was the Autobot Symbol as well as the words: "May they rest in peace."
"Well, at least we now know what they did with the others since only the senior officers were buried on Cybertron," Glimmer told them with forced cheer.
"A crypt," muttered Firestar in disbelief, "They turned the old basement into a crypt!"
There was silence between them, finally Stigma coldly but with a quiver in her voice stated, "Proceed."
"O-okay," stuttered Firestar, "Let's get this over with!"
They lifted up the slab, and slowly walked down the ruin steps. Both Firestar and Glimmer tried not to cry out, while Stigma bit her lip as they gazed at the dead Autobots around them.
"Oh, Primus," muttered Glimmer as she shone her light in one direction, "I found Windcharger and Brawn."
"I found Grapple and Hoist," said Firestar sadly.
Stigma knelt down by one corpse as she informed them, "Found: Autobot Inferno, Autobot Skids, and Autobot Tracks." Suddenly a beeping sound came from her arm; quickly she turned off the alarm. "Autobot Femmes Glimmer and Firestar, condition: fine until I return?"
Realizing what she was saying, they looked at each other in apprehension, finally Firestar told her, "Go and lock us up before you're missed, but you better slagging hurry! This is worse than that waste dump center!"
Stigma stared at them in apprehension, finally Glimmer reassured her, "Go, we'll be all right until you get back."
Soon, Glimmer and Firestar were locked inside the make-shift tomb with the only light coming from their flashlights. Firestar muttered, "Chromia and Prowl owe us big time for this!"
Two Hours Later…
Firestar and Glimmer were exhausted! They could not find the secret door! Suddenly, a male voice asked from behind them, "What are you doing here?"
Both femmes gulped with fear, and slowly turned around…there standing before them was Inferno, looking as he did in life. They looked at the spirit, and then at his body that was laid out below them. Inferno gave a sad chuckle, "Yeah, I know! I look like slag! Now, what are you two pretty femmes doing in our resting place?"
Bravely, Firestar informed him, "The secret door that goes into the tunnels, Prowl needed us to see if the door is still functional from the attack that happened a tron ago on Autobot City."
"He wants us to unlock it if it is functional," Glimmer quickly chimed in, "He, as well as rest of the Autobot Femmes will need quick access to get into the City."
By this time, the other spirits of the crypt's dead had surrounded the femmes; Windcharger asked them, "Why do you guys need quick access?"
Gulping again in fear, the femmes took turns in telling them of Blackarachia, Prowl's return, and his theory on Blackarachia's attack on Autobot City. At the end of their story, all of the spirits moaned as one, "Not again, never again! Even from a former friend!"
Grapple gestured to them, "Follow me," he ordered. As they followed him, he led them to a corner of the room that contained the corpse of Hoist.
Hoist's ghost waved at them cheerfully as he stood beside his body, "The door is under me, just put me beside Grapple…it won't be the first time I have rested beside him."
Grapple scowled at him, "But this time, it will certainly be the last!"
Suddenly, the world around them seemed to shift, a dispassionate voice called to them, "Autobot Femmes Glimmer and Firestar, awaken!"
Startled, Firestar woke up and looked around the darken tomb in awe, "It was a dream," she muttered, and then she noticed who she recharging next too, "AAAGH!" she screamed as she scrambled away from the shell of Hoist.
"What?" muttered a sleepy, nearby Glimmer; she then looked who she was recharging on, "GAH!" she yelled and pushed herself away from Grapple's corpse.
Stigma, by this time was feeling slightly unnerved by her comrades' recent actions, "Query, functional?"
The two terrified femmes stared at each other for a moment, finally Glimmer stuttered out, "Wh-what if it wasn't a dream?"
Gulping in fear, Firestar gestured to Hoist's corpse, "C-come on, give me a hand moving him next to Grapple."
Stigma was curious, while Glimmer was even more fearful, when they began to move the empty shell; they found the secret door that they had been searching for! Stigma was shocked, "Query, how?"
Firestar huffed as she struggled with the dead corpse, "Stigma, don't ask! Just don't ask!" she replied, "After we're debriefed, I am getting roaring drunk!"
"Me, too!" agreed Glimmer.
A few hours later…Ark's Med Bay…
Gadget was waiting patiently for the terrible duo to come back on line, finally her patience was rewarded. Sideswipe groaned as he came back on line, "My aching processor!" he grumbled.
"Mine, is no better!" Sunstreaker told him, "The last thing I remember, Prowl's voice was coming out of Moonracer's mouth!"
"That must been one slagging dream we had!" shouted his brother.
Gadget came up to them, "Feeling better you dolt heads?"
The twins smiled as they sat up and greeted her, "Gadget," purred Sideswipe to the yellow-greenish femme, "So, good to see you…OW!"
Sunstreaker snickered as watched his brother rub his helm, "I see you still take after the Hatchet…OW!" He rubbed his helm, "I just got that waxed!"
"Listen you two!" bellowed Gadget as she waved her wrench, "I've got enough problems on my hands building Prowl a new body without having to…"
"Wait," interrupted Sunstreaker, "Building Prowl a new body?"
"Then it wasn't a dream," muttered Sideswipe in amazement, "What in the name of Primus is going on?"
"If you shut your traps!" she yelled, "I can explain!"
Thirty Minutes later…Chromia's Office…
"A crypt," muttered Prowl in despair as he sipped the last of the hide grade that Silverstar 'retrieved' from her brothers' old room, "They made the old basement into a crypt."
"Indeed," mumbled Chromia as she sipped her own energon, "I don't know if I should be pleased that no one will consider a sneaky counter-attack from there; or feel despair about disturbing the dead."
"Look at this way," advised Silverstar, "The dead is giving us a chance to fight back when Blackarachia makes her move."
The two older Cybertrions merely grunted in agreement, there was silence for a time, when suddenly the office door burst open; "Silva!" snarled Sunstreaker, "Why are you handing out our high grade like human chocolate!"
"Don't call me Silva!" she shouted, "And there is a human saying you two should remember…finders' keepers, losers' weepers!"
Sunstreaker was about to retort to that comment, but was interrupted by his brother, "Never mind that! Is that really you, Prowl…in Moonracer's shell?"
Prowl sighed regretfully and mentally prepared himself for their coming remarks, "Yes, it's me," he replied.
The twins stared at him for a moment, and then they burst out in laughter. Finally Sideswipe said, "Prowl, we're really glad you're not dead…but, fragg! You give a whole new meaning to undercover cop!"
Sunstreaker chuckled out as he tried to catch his breath, "More like a whole new meaning to drag queen!"
As the twins laughed and made their vulgar jokes, Silverstar leaned over to whisper to Prowl, "Brig?"
"Brig," answered Prowl, he then grabbed one lively twin while Silverstar grabbed the other, "We'll be back."
As they dragged the twin terrors to the brig, Chromia called out into the air, "Hidey, is there something in Earth's atmosphere that causes denial? They're the second couple I have seen that have a big case of it!"