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Nearly six months after Prime left for Earth…Outside near the Ark …

"It's a Mustang," Prowl said with disgust, as he looked over the brand new police car that was towed to the Ark by Firestar.

"No," protested Boomer as she unhitched the car from her comrade and watched her speedily drive away from the coming argument, "It's a Dodge Charger."

"It still looks like a Mustang," he growled out, "OW!" He rubbed the back of his head and glared at Gadget, "You're getting as bad as your father!"

"I'll take that as a compliment," she told him, "Now, I am only going to say this once…it's either this or the Ford Mustang! They are the only two cars on this planet that can handle your new body's transformation sequence!"

Prowl scowled at her, and then turned his attention back to the car, "Can you at least change the colors? Barricade has the same black and white coloring."

Boomer and Gadget looked at each other, finally Boomer answered for them, "Sure, but you'll need to tell us before the end of the day; we should be done attaching your new protoform with the Charger by then."

"Hopefully," Gadget grumbled as she looked sternly at Boomer, "If someone's nannite experiment doesn't fragg up the Avenger!"

Boomer gave her a dirty look, "I've got permission!" she exclaimed as she pointed to Prowl.

Gadget rolled her optics as she said to the femme-mech, "I know, speaking of which…why did you give the pit-spawn permission?"

"Hey!" she protested, while Prowl at the same time replied, "Her idea is a good one, and it be will useful against the Decepticons and certain mechs. Besides, I believe she fixed the problem Wheeljack had when it came to the nannites…hopefully."

"Sheesh!" muttered Boomer, "You two have such faith in me! I will not fragg this up!"

Gadget raised a brow, "I'll believe it when I see it, and you're just like your Uncle Jack! Blow everything up till we are all one!"

"Well, you are recently behaving just like your father!" she pointed out, "Throwing wrenches at everything and everyone in sight!"

"Can you blame…"

As they argued, unnoticed by the two femmes and Prowl during the entire conversation, a dark figure sneaked around them toward the entrance to Ark.

"Enough!" shouted Prowl whom was aggravated over their constant squabbling for the past couple of months, "Just get my body done! If I have to hear one more drag queen or undercover cop joke from the twins, I'll fritz!" And with those words he stormed back toward the Ark.

The two femmes stared at him for a second, finally Boomer asked, "Do you think the pressure is getting to him? I mean… he hasn't had time to deal with the death of Optimus Prime, Uncle Jack, Ratchet, or any of the others."

Gadget was about to answer, when her communicator chirped out, "Me Swoop to Her Gadget."

"Gadget here," she responded, "What's wrong now?"

"Him Sideswipe played prank on Her Chromia," he explained, "Her Chromia tore off Him Sideswipe's arm and shoved it up aft."

Gadget slapped a hand over her face in vexation, she angrily growled out, "I'm afraid to ask this, but what did that pit-spawn do to Chromia?

"Her Chromia was entering Him Prowl's office, tripped wire, and bucket of tar went all over her," he explained, "Him Sideswipe apologized to Her Chromia and confessed; Him Sideswipe was aiming at Him Prowl, wanted to welcome back Him Prowl to living."

"I suppose I should be glad that she used his arm instead of his head," she said sarcastically, "I'll be right there, and tell that pit spawn we are going to have a long 'talk' while I am working on him.

"Me Swoop figured that," he told her, "Me Swoop gave sample to Him Sideswipe of Her Gadget's talk; Him Sideswipe now has big dent on forehead. Me Swoop out."

Boomer shook her head in amusement, "You're corrupting your 'little' brother too well, Gadget."

She snorted in disagreement, "I didn't have to do that much," she responded as she walked back inside, "Dad already corrupted him from his creation."

Around at the same time…in the Ark's Washrooms…

Chromia growled out as she attempted to get the tar off of her frame, "I should have shoved the little pit spawn's head up his aft! It's going to take all fragging day to get this slagging stuff off!"

Suddenly, Glimmer called her over the comm., "Glimmer to Chromia, Jazz is on the comm; he needs to talk to you."

"Agggah!" she screamed, "This isn't my day! Pipe it down here, and then tell Silverstar she's in charge until I get this tar off!"

"Okey-dokey," she said, "Here's Jazz."

"Chromia, are you there?" he asked as soon as Glimmer patched him thru.

"Yes, I am!" she shouted, "And this had better be slagging important Jazz! I'm having a bad enough day!"

"It is," he replied, "Prime is getting more temperamental and horny by the astro-second; whoever his slagging mate is you need to send her here before Prime starts going psycho!"

"I would if I could Jazz, but there is just one slight problem…she and Prime wouldn't be able to fragg each other," said Chromia.

"Why the slag not?!" he asked desperately, "I can't keep him calm indefinitely!"

"Let's just say that the Matrix had to go outside its comfort zone, and now it's slowly fixing the problem that Prime's mate is having!" she sarcastically told him.

"That really doesn't answer the fragging question, Chromia!" shouted Jazz with fury.

"That's the only answer you're going to get!" she sternly told him, "Do you really want Galvatron, or Primus forbid… the Quitessons to kill Prime's mate before they even have a sparkling?!"

"No," he reluctantly answered, "But, Prime…aggah! How did you, Ironhide, and Prowl put up with this when Optimus went thru this slag?"

"It wasn't easy," she replied, and then she narrowed her optics in thought, "If my memory banks serve me right…you were laughing your aft off at us at the time!"

"I don't think its funny now!" he yelled, "Trying to keep Prime calm while his like this is the pit!"

"Well, Jazz, as they say on Earth," she purred out, "Karma is a bitch! Chromia out!"

Aside from Chromia's constant grumbling and scrubbing, silence reined over the wash rack…until…the Ark's silent alarms rang out over her comm. channel.

"Slag!" she bellowed furiously, "Chromia to Silverstar! What the fragg is wrong now!?"

"Prowl," replied Silverstar over the comm., "I'm one my way to him…her…what the slagging ever! Silverstar out!"

A few moments earlier…

Barricade tried not to snicker as he sneaked into the base, 'What a bunch crazy femmes!' he thought to himself. He quickly ducked into the shadows when he noticed Moonracer coming his way…as she passed by he frowned in confusion, 'Funny…the way she's walking…the expression on her face seems familiar…bah! Must be my imagination, but why is my spark reaching out to her?' Shaking his head to clear his processor, he silently tip toed toward Optimus Prime's old office. If the femmes were hiding something, the information would be in that particular office's safe.

As the same time…

Prowl huffed in revulsion as he marched down the hallway; 'It still looks like a Mustang to me!' he thought to himself. He was nearly to his office when he felt his spark reaching out to a familiar mech's spark. His optics narrowed in fury, as he pulled out Moonracer's old gun from subspace and activated the Ark's silent alarms; "Speak of the devil, or in this case the Mustang," he silently hissed out and immediately headed to Prime's old office.

Optimus Prime's…now Chromia's… office…

Barricade frowned in aggravation as he tried to open the safe, "Figures that crazy femme of Ironhide's would make this more difficult!" he softly grumbled, "Now, if I was Chromia…what would I change the password too? How about…" but before he could finish his sentence, he felt the cold barrel of a gun on his neck circuits. He slowly turned around, and gazed into the furious but familiar face of Moonracer.

He chuckled darkly, even as his spark seemed to be reaching out to the femme, "Heh, hey babe! I just decided to drop by and see how you poor femmes are surviving without your mates…in face I am surprised that you as well Chromia didn't offline yourselves after the little 'accident' that they had on the shuttle."

Moonracer didn't answer him, merely narrowed her optics and frowned at him even more severely…a frown that was familiar to Barricade. Trying to ignore what his spark was trying to tell him, he said, "You know my darling big brother was on that little accident…in fact…I dearly wished that Soundwave assigned me to it, that way I could have been the one to personally shoot his spark out…"

Before Barricade could continue with his taunting, Silverstar and Lancer burst into the room with guns blazing. Silverstar sighed wearily as Lancer muttered, "Great…just what we need, another Unicron forsaken problem! As if…"

"Lancer," interrupted Silverstar, "Shut your trap!" She tapped a button on her wrist, "Light sisters, we have Barricade cornered in Chromia's office,' she called out over her comm., "Would you please get your afts down here and help us get him into the brig?!"

"Affirmative," said the trio sisters.

Moonracer a.k.a. Prowl made a quick gesture to Lancer to keep her gun on his brother, and then he quickly tapped out in morose code on his comm., channel, *Red Light, there are a special pair of energon cuffs in my office, bring them.*

"Sure thing," said Red Alert, "Where are they in your office?"

*On the top drawer of my desk,* he tapped out.

"Okay," she confirmed, "Red Light out!"

While this was going on Barricade was staring at Moonracer with thoughtful frown, finally he asked in shock, "Prowl?"

Silverstar slapped her face in frustration; while Lancer moaned out, "Fragg!"

Prowl merely sighed as he commented, "Slag like this is why I don't want to be SIC again; I assume what's left of our sibling bond clued you in little brother?"

"Yeah," he muttered distractedly as he realized his brother was alive, "How in Primus's name did you survive?"

Prowl merely raised a brow at him and exclaimed, "I'm surprise that you even care?! Didn't you just say a moment ago that you wanted to shoot my spark out?!"

"Yes…No…No really, slag!" he cursed, "Now I know why Soundwave didn't want me to go…I wouldn't have been able to do my job!"

"I'll be sure to thank him the next time I see him!" he sarcastically said.

Barricade snorted in amusement as he pictured Soundwave's face when he found out that Prowl was alive, and then he started to chuckle as another image popped into his processor, "Heh…Heh…I wish our creators were still alive, they look on their faces at seeing they're darling, perfect, sparkling as a femme!" He's chuckle soon turned to full blown laughter, "You were always our creators'…particular father's…favoriate sparkling! Hah, hah! Now, you can add Daddy's little girl to your numerous titles, Prowl!"

As he continued to laugh and sprout out bad jokes, Prowl pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as Silverstar softly asked him, "Chromia is busy getting tar off of her frame; who do you want me to contact about this breach in security?"

Prowl sighed wearily as he asked, "Do I dare ask how… or should I say whom… covered her in tar?"

"She got trapped in Sideswipe's welcome back prank for you; and don't think I haven't noticed that you didn't answer my question," she sternly told him.

Prowl hummed thoughtfully as the Light sisters came into the room, as Red Light slapped the cuffs on his brother, he whispered to her, "Contact you-know-who about our breach in security and see what she wants done."

"But she's not…" Silverstar started to say and then realized that Barricade was still within the room, instead she said, "You-know-who is not you-know-what or bonded to you know who yet!"

Prowl was about to reply but his brother shouted out, "Hey! Stop with the 'sparkling is still in the room' talk! I've gotten enough of that with my slagging creators and Prowl here…even when I was fully grown!"

Prowl rolled his optics in annoyance, "And yet…after all of these eons…your still acting like a juvenile delinquent whom fell into the wrong crowd!"

"Hey!" he protested as Lancer and the Light sisters dragged him from the room, "Megatron was right! Only the strong can survive!"

"And look what happened to him!" shouted Prowl, "A former slave to Unicron!" As soon as they left with Barricade, he turned his attention back to Silverstar, "Would you prefer we contacted Prime when there is an 89.98 chance that Blackarachia is listening in?"

She remained silent for a moment, finally she commented with a sigh, "This is against tradition."

Prowl once again rolled his optics, "Tradition has been going into the recycling can recently! Contact her; it's about time she helped with the daily slag that happens in the Autobot command chain!"

As he stormed from the room, Silverstar frowned at him in concern; shaking her head resignedly, she called out over her comm., "Glimmer get me in touch with Marrisa Fairborne, and I'll be up in a minute to talk to her."

Meanwhile at Lookout Mountain…

Marrisa Fairborne sat down next to an old, oak tree with a sigh, "Finally, lost him…thank goodness!" she muttered to herself as she pulled off her wig and sunglasses. She rubbed her bald, Cybertrionan head and her once human eyes closed in exhaustion, "I don't know how much longer I can keep up this charade with my boss as well as everyone else in Autobot City!" Leaning against the tree, she fell asleep and dreamt:

She screamed in pleasure with his final thrust of his spike into her port; when they rested for a moment, she broke her bonds and flipped him over onto his back. Before Rodimus could blink, his hands were bond in energon cuffs above him on the berth; he hissed in pleasure as one of her claws traced a very sensitive line on his neck. "Nice trick," he muttered as he arched up into her, "Where did you get the cuffs?"

Straddling him, she purred out, "Prowl."

As she nipped and licked him from his neck to his spike, Rodimus gasped as his optics turned even whiter, "Mara!"

"My turn," she growled out as she took his spike into her mouth.

Marrisa woke up with a start as she heard her communicator chirp out, "Silverstar to Femme Leader, are you there?"

Trying to calm what was left of her human heart, she pulled out her communicator, "Marrisa Fairborne here, I am not the femme leader! What's wrong now?"

"Barricade has been captured in Chromia's office," she answered.

Marrisa pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration as she tried not cursed, taking a deep breath to calm down she asked, "What is Chromia and Moonracer going to do about him?"

"Umm, nothing," she answered hesitantly, "Chromia's is in the wash racks trying to get tar off of her frame due to Sideswipe's misfired prank; and Moonracer…"

Marrisa narrowed her blue optics and prompted, "Moonracer?"

"Moonracer has said and I quote, 'it's about time she helped with the daily slag that happens in the Autobot command chain', unquote," she replied.

Marrisa rolled her eyes in annoyance, "I thought 'she' was big on tradition!" she growled out with sarcasm.

"Well, 'she' has also mention tradition going to the recycling can recently," she said, "And I hate add to your problems, but I think Moonracer needs some form of human counseling before 'she' goes off the deep end with Blackarachia!"

Marrisa sighed wearily as she tapped her fingers on the ground in thought, finally she told Silverstar, "I don't think Moonracer is going crazy. I believe 'she' is still dealing with what happened ten years ago."

"What do you mean?"

"I've noticed over the years," she explained, "That Cybertrions have their own…to use the human term…stages of grief. Moonracer has gone thru since 'she' woke up; denial, depression, bargaining, and now finally, 'she' is in the anger stage. What we need to do is find some way for 'her' to let out 'her anger safely and accept what's happened before our favorite psycho femme comes back to town."

"And just how in the pit do we do that?!"

Marrisa sighed thoughtfully as she pinched the bridge of her nose, finally she replied, "I have an idea…but it's drastic and I am going to need Glimmer's help in order to arrange it. In the meantime, you and Stigma find out just what in the pit Barricade was looking for! When you find out, tell me!"

"All right, do you want me to send Glimmer to your location?"

"No," she responded, "Do you remember that huge cave we found in the tunnel system? Send her there; I'll meet her there as soon as I am certain Aft-Magnus won't follow me down there."

"Okay," confirmed Silverstar, "I'll send her there and get started on Barricade, Femme Leader."

Marrisa's optic twitched as she protested again, "Silverstar, I am not the femme…"

"Silverstar out," she interrupted as closed the comm. channel.

"Leader," she said with a weary sigh as she got up from her resting spot.

Meanwhile…Back on Cybertron…

Preceptor was walking down a darken hallway, and frowning as he was reading a pad. Suddenly a voice called out to him, "Preceptor…Preceptor….come here! I need you…"

Dazed… Preceptor mumbled out, "Yes, my Queen."

A few hours later…

"Got everything you need Preceptor?" asked Jazz as he helped finishing loading the shuttle.

"Yes, Jazz," he told him with a slight smile, "Thank you for helping me with these crates."

"Hey, no problemo!" said Jazz, "Just promise me the next time you need to go somewhere and do an experiment…you give me a bit of advance warning."

"I believe I told you that I informed Kup a joor ago," lied Preceptor easily.

Jazz sighed wearily as he leaned against the shuttle, "Give me a break, my mech! Prime just put me back in my old post! Dealing with that, a horny Prime, and worrying about an insane Elita is driving me up the wall! Oh, and let's not forget doing the SIC's job as well since Magnus is as the humans would say…a lame duck!"

"Very well Jazz," said Preceptor, "I will give you a break…by the way, do you know who the new SIC will be?"

Jazz shrugged as he responded, "All I can get out of Prime is that the new SIC is a deep undercover operative known as Lt. Caine. He must have been a good spy during the war, because even I haven't heard of him!"

"Mmmm," muttered Preceptor, "Well, that is the last crate Jazz…I shall see you later. Farewell and thank you for the help!"

"Anytime man!" yelled Jazz.

As the shuttle flew off, two Cybertrions overheard Jazz and Preceptor's conversation…Blackarachia and Prime! Though neither knew that the other was there…Blackarachia scuttled down the air vent lost in her thoughts. "Lt. Caine," she whispered out loud, "Lt. Caine…never heard of him! Though my beloved had to keep some things from me due to his status as Prime…did he hide an Autobot spy from me?"

Meanwhile, Prime grumbled as he headed in the direction of his office, "Mother dearest is making her move, wonderful! I hope Chromia and Lt. Caine are ready!"

An hour later…on Earth…within the secret tunnel system beneath Autobot City…

"Is it ready?" asked Marrisa as she strolled with Glimmer back toward the Ark.

"Yes," she replied, "I got it rigged up and ready go, femme leader. All you have to do is to convince Prowl to go into the cave."

"Don't call me…" she started to say but interrupted by the chirp of her communicator.

"Green Light to femme leader," she called out.

Growling in irritation, she answered as she gave Glimmer a stern look, "Marrisa Fairborne here, would you please stop calling me that! I am not the femme leader!"

"As mech-girl would say," commented Glimmer, "It's a 100 percent probability that you will be, and until you give yourself a new designation; that's what we will call you."

Pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration, she asked, "Did you want something, Green Light?"

"Prime is on the line, do you want me to patch you thru?"

"Yes," she answered eagerly as she dismissed Glimmer.

Glimmer rolled her optics in annoyance as she went away she muttered, "She's acting like a femme leader and doesn't even know it."

Meanwhile, Marrisa Fairborne was frowning in concern as she listened to Prime on what he overheard, finally she cursed, "Shit! That pushes up Lt. Caine's timetable!"

"Tell me about it," Prime said with fury, "What's been going on at your end?"

Marrisa sighed wearily as she informed him what had recently happened, she held the communicator from her ear as Prime cursed out, "Pit! Just what we don't need now! Mara after you find out what he is after; find some way to keep him quiet until this slagging mess is out of the way and you truly become my mate!"

"I'll try," she told him dryly, "Did you know that the femmes keep calling me femme leader?"

"Marrisa," he gently, but told her with desire in his vocalizer, "You are acting like the femme leader even if you don't have the physical form of one or bonded to me…yet."

Marrisa quirked her mouth in amusement and said, "Roddy, you really are one of a kind! I don't know anyone else on Earth or Cybertron that can flirt and be perfectly serious at the same time!"

"Thanks…by the way, how are you dealing with the pain?" he asked with concern.

She sighed wearily as she replied, "Not well, but I'll live. Gadget and Swoop are afraid to give me anything due to the fact they don't know how it would affect my transformation."

Now it was Rodimus turn to sigh, "Mara I'm…"

"Roddy," she interrupted him; "It's not your fault! If you were not Leader of the Autobots, and you were able too…would you change from a Cybertrion into a human?"

"In a spark beat," he answered confidently.

She smiled and asked, "Why?"

"Because I love you!" he declared to her.

"And that is why," she explained soothingly, "I am not fighting what the Matrix is doing to me…I love you! Not your titles, but you! And the only way I can be with you is becoming a Cybertrion, although…"

"Although what?" he prompted.

She made a face, "Becoming the femme leader will take some time to get use too…how in the world do you put up with this shit every day?"

Rodimus chuckled in mirth, "Mara…I don't know how! After a while I just became use to it, and you will too!"

"Thank you, Roddy," she said, "I truly appreciate your confidence in me!"

Prowl's office in the Ark…

Prowl growled in frustration as he cut off the comm. call from Marrisa Fairborne, "Terrific…I have to move up my time table!" His door chimed and he called out, "Come!"

Sunstreaker sulked into room, "You wanted me?" he asked temperamentally, "For the record I didn't know my twin would…"

"I hate to say this...but forget about it, Sunstreaker!" interrupted Prowl, "I've got bigger problems than your brother's pranks!"

"What problems?" he asked.

"You'll find out later," Prowl told him and then asked, "Do you still want to get out of working in the tunnel system?"

"Pit... yes!" exclaimed Sunstreaker, "All that dirt, not to mention carrying dead shells!"

"Very well," he stated and held a pad in front of him, "here."

"What's this?" asked Sunstreaker.

"Your new assignment," explained Prowl, "Gadget and her team are nearly finished with my new body; you're going to help them in painting it. I need distinguishing colors that would suit a senior Autobot officer; however I do not want to look like Barricade! Do you understand?!"

Sunstreaker frowned as he quickly scrolled thru the pad's contents, and then growled out, "Painting? I only do that when I feel like it Prowl!"

"Would you prefer to continue what you are currently doing, Sunstreaker?" he sarcastically asked.

"You know I just suddenly feel like painting," he said quickly, "Let me go find Hatchet Jr. and get some idea on what your new body will look like."

"Fine," stated Prowl, "If you do a good job, I may forget your involvement in Sideswipe's next prank."

Sunstreaker quickly left the room, as soon as he left Prowl cut on his desk communicator, "Prowl to Chromia."

"Chromia here, what wrong now?"

"The slag is about to hit the fan," responded Prowl, "our old friend is about to make her move."

"Pit!" she yelled, "I was hoping we would have more time! Meet me in my office; I'll be there in a click! I nearly got this slagging tar off!"

"Understood, Prowl out," he said.

The Ark's Brig…

Silverstar winced in pain as she tried to hold Stigma back from killing Barricade with her bare hands, "Stigma!" she ordered as she block another punch, "Stand down!"

Stigma growled in fury as she glared at the Decepticon that was huddle in the corner of the cell, finally she said: "Statement: Decepticon Soundwave should have come here himself for the cure."

"Yeah, he should have," agreed Barricade, "But then, there are only four things your brother cares about: Galvatron, the Decepticon cause, his brats, and his own aft!"

Stigma growled out, "Statement: Agreed."

Barricade stared at her in wonder, "Did you know how much your speech patterns are like your brother's?"

Stigma didn't answer the question, but instead went for Barricade's throat again; however she was stopped by Silverstar whom barked out, "That's enough, Stigma! Stand down!"

She stopped, but she hissed out, "Statement: Decepticon Barricade shares similar outer shell to Autobot SIC Prowl."

Barricade laughed in glee as he responded to the taunt, "Not at the moment I don't! My dear brother should really consider entering in that drag queens contest that going on in Las Vegas at the moment!"

Silverstar sighed as she dragged Stigma out of the cell, "Barricade," she commented as she closed the cell door, "I heard that one from my brothers two Earth months ago, your going to have come up with something better than that!"

Barricade cursed under his breath in disgust as the femmes left the brig area, and Red Light came back in to guard him as she settled into her chair, Barricade said with surprise, "Hey! Stigma just told me that Prowl is SIC again! How in the pit did that happen?! If it's slagging true…Soundwave and Galvatron are really going to be pissed!"

Red Light sighed in despair as she opened her private comm. channel, but before she called out to Silverstar; she remarked to Barricade, "And you really must have pissed off Stigma if she let that slip out of her vocalizer!"

Later that evening, in Ratchet's old office…

Sunstreaker shifted uncomfortable as Gadget read his painting plan for Prowl's new body. Finally, she looked up at him and said, "This is good, Sunstreaker. Though I am surprise you didn't create an embarrassing paint job for Prowl."

He grunted as he told her, "He gave me a good slagging initiative to do a good job!"

"I don't even want to know," she muttered as she once again looked down at the pad, "We have the white and the indigo…but no gold paint at all!"

"Do we have time for Silverstar to go get some?" he asked.

"No," she answered as her mind raced for a substitute color, "What about bronze? I believe we have enough in the storage room for what you have in mind."

Sunstreaker thought for a moment, and then griped out, "Bronze will do, but gold would be better for the overall color scheme."

Gadget snorted in disgust, "Tough, this isn't Autobot City! You'll have to make do from what we managed to scrap up! C'mon, we're going to be late for the meeting!"

"Do you know what this slagging meeting is about?" he asked as they headed for the door.

"If I had to guess," she growled out, "I would say that it's about everyone's favorite psychopath…"

A moment later in the Old Rec Room…

"Blackarachia has managed to gain control of Preceptor's mind and his headed back to Earth," reported Chromia to everyone, not including Red Light whom was still guarding Barricade. "Stigma your job will be to observe him in order to figure out how she is controlling him at a great distance as well as to take pictures of whatever device he will build for Blackarachia in order to gain control of Autobot City."

Leaning against the wall and still furious with Barricade as well as her brother, she growled out, "Affirmative."

Prowl took over from Chromia, and said, "As of now, I don't want anyone other than the Stigma going to Autobot City." He gave a stern glare in the direction of Swoop, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe, "I don't want anyone to make contact with any Autobot or human within the city, do you understand?"

The twins nodded, but Swoop asked, "Me understand, but me still don't understand why?"

Everyone groaned, but Gadget who turned to her little brother and explained patiently as she could, "It's like we're under quarantine Swoop; if someone gets in or out…we have a greater risk that Blackarachia will discover our plans."

"Ah," muttered Swoop in understanding and then he pouted, "Me still don't like keeping secrets from other Dinobots."

"Don't worry, Swoop," Chromia assured him, "If this works, I'll make it up to you and the other Dinobots."

Swoop huffed and said in disagreement, "Him Prowl will make up to Dinobots by lecturing Aft-Magnus about Him Magnus's behavior to Him Prime!"

Laughter filtered the room, as Prowl blushed. He thought, 'Slagging shell! I never blushed this much in my old body!'

"Any other questions?" Chromia asked to the crowd.

"What are we going to do with Blackarachia once we capture her?" yelled out Glimmer.

Silence reigned over the room; finally Chromia gave everyone a weak smile, "We're working on that tiny problem."

A half-an hour later in Chromia's office…

"What the pitt are we going to do with her?!" yelled out Chromia as she threw a dart at the picture of Ultra Magnus's aft.

"I don't know," grumbled out Prowl as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "According to Prime, Kup had no memory of any Cybertron going this insane before…and that's including Galvatron! The only one, who would know… according to Kup, is Alpha Tron."

Chromia rolled her optics in disgust, "Just whom we don't need right now…even if the fragger was still alive!"

"Agreed," he commented, "I'm afraid mental health is the one area that humans have more knowledge than Cybertronians."

Chromia grunted in agreement, and threw another dart at the picture, "I wonder…" she mused, "if there was a way to reverse that serum Med-One created."

Prowl raised a brow and gently reminded her, "Impossible, you read Preceptor's…"

She waved a hand at him as she interrupted him, "I don't mean reversing the process on that youngling! I meant, if we can reverse the serum to make a Cybertrion into a human!"

Catching on to her idea, Prowl tapped his fingers on the old desk in thought, "It has a fifty chance of probability that it is possible; but we will need Preceptor or Boomer to study the serum."

Chromia made a face, "And since Preceptor is Blackarachia's pawn at the moment…"

"We will need Boomer," finished Prowl, "And I rather not bother her until she finishes helping Gadget with my new shell."

Chromia grunted in agreement and was about to aim another dart at the picture, when her desk communicator burst out, "Marrisa Fairborne to Lt. Caine, I need you down in the tunnels right away!"

"Now what has gone to the pit?" he grumbled as he marched out of the office.

Chromia sighed sadly as she watched him go, "I pray to Primus this radical plan of hers works," she muttered softly.

The tunnels underneath Autobot City…

"The problem is down here," said Marrisa Fairborne as she pointed toward the entrance of an underground cave.

"Fine," grumbled Prowl as stalked into the cave, he never noticed that she wasn't following him or that Stigma switched his gun while he was momentarily distracted by the human that was turning into a femme.

He stalked quietly into the dark cavern, suddenly a bright light flashed before and…he was back…back on the shuttle that was heading toward Earth! There was Ironhide, monitoring the scanner! Ratchet going over the semantics for his new med bay in Autobot City, and Brawn piloting the shuttle!

Before he could blink, there was an explosion…Megatron! He had somehow sneaked up on them and blew a hole in the shuttle! As the fighting began, Prowl blindly, but accurately hit his targets: Megatron, Soundwave, Starscream, Thundercracker, and finally, Skywarp. As he looked around the dying shells of the Decepticons, he cried out: "I got them! I finally got them!"

But as he looked around, he noticed that his fellow Autobots were continuing what they had been doing before the attack. He stared at them as he finally realized, "Th-is, this isn't right," he said softly as tears went down his face plate, "Your dead! You're dead! All of you! Ironhide, Ratchet, Brawn, Wheeljack, Grapple," He fell down on his knees weeping as he continued, "Hoist, Skids, Tracks, Inferno, Moonracer, Optimus Prime! They're all dead!"

As he fell down on his knees and wept; the hologram around him vanished and a somewhat human hand patted him on his knee, he looked down at Marrisa Fairborne and cried out, "Why did you do this to me?!"

She replied with a shrug, "You haven't allowed yourself to admit that they were dead since you woke up in Moonracer's shell, Prowl; and quite frankly, we don't have the time for you to admit it…slowly…to yourself. Not with my future insane mother-in-law coming our way!" She gestured behind her, and Glimmer brought up the lights that she placed earlier in the cave...which had now become a tomb for the dead.

"You need to say good bye, Prowl…at least to these Autobots here. When you're up to it, Prime and I will take you to the Mausoleum on Cybertron…so you can say good bye to Wheeljack, Ironhide, Ratchet, and Optimus Prime," she said and then gave him a small, sad smirk, "We'll even change the tomb you have there to Moonracer's…its near Ratchet the Hatchet's tomb."

He gave a soft chuckle, and gazed around the cave that contained the dead shells of his fellow Autobots; he felt a small tap on his shoulder, turning around…there stood Stigma with Moonracer's real rifle."

"Theory: 95 percent probability that Decepticon Soundwave planned attack on the shuttle and Autobot City a tron ago," she coldly stated as she took the fake rifle from his hands and handed him the real one, "Statement: Decepticon Soundwave will pay dearly for it."

Prowl quirked his lips in amusement at Stigma's way to offer him sympathy, "Thank you Stigma." He looked around at the three females and commented, "If you don't mind…I like to be alone for a while."

Marrisa nodded her head, "I'll send Silverstar down to check up on you in a little bit," she told him, "I don't want Hatchet the second after my head if your glitch acts up down here and you didn't receive your shot."

Prowl nodded his head in agreement, and then looked over at Stigma, "Try not to mess up my little brother too bad," he pleaded to her, "He's just…it seems like he is still stuck in his youngling stage. He was once a good mech, but fell into the wrong crowd eons ago!"

Stigma snorted in disgust, "Statement: No promises," she told him coldly as she stalked out of the cave.

Glimmer sighed wearily as she moved to follow her comrade, "I better go with her and make sure she doesn't use her most lethal communication virus on him!" she shouted as she ran to catch up with Stigma.

"I'll be in Autobot City writing my resignation letter to the EU if you want me, Prowl," she told him as she left.

Still kneeling, Prowl was quiet a moment and then let out a mournful wail as tears ran down his optics.