Once again I own nothing! Neither Transformers nor G. I. Joe, as well as the Skittles line, which belongs to Hubero and is found in her story "I Feel Home." And big thank you to her, for letting me use it! Also, Starseeded for coloring help on Prowl's body. Oh, Sassbrat...I hope you enjoy Aft Magnus getting his aft handed to him...but I am not done with him yet! Thank you for advice.
At the end of the last chapter…Autobot City's Med Bay…2 hours later…
Swoop's optic twitched as he was surrounded by the Protectobots as he was examining their fallen brother, finally he couldn't take it anymore and quickly hit each of them on the head with a wrench; as they were rubbing their helms, he shouted, "Me Swoop say back off! Me Swoop can't examine Him First Aid with You Slaggers hovering!"
"Fragg that Swoop!" Blades shouted back at him, "It's our fault…"
"If You Blades want to blame someone," interrupted Swoop as he went back to examining the comatose First Aid, "You Blades can blame Him Ultra Magnus and Her Blackarachia!"
They were silent for a moment, finally Hot Spot agreed, "He's right, if Ultra Magnus listened to the suggestions made by Prowl…"
"He didn't know it was Prowl!" exclaimed Groove.
"That doesn't matter!" yelled his leader sternly, "I looked over those suggestions before any of this slag happen! And they made sense; I should have told Ultra Magnus that he could put his order up his…"
Before he could finished, First Aid came around with a groan, as his brothers and Swoop crowded around him, he looked around in confusion, "Umm…Hot Spot, where are we? This doesn't look like Delta City's Med Bay," and then he pointed at Swoop, "And who is that? I have never seen a Cybertrion like him before!"
They stared at him in shock, finally Hot Spot weekly asked him, "First Aid, what is the last thing you remember?"
"Umm," he replied with hesitation, "Going to my first class at Delta City's university, remember? I was going to start my first year of medical school despite that crazy Cybertrion that's running around…you insisted I go and get my education."
His brothers moaned out in agony, while Swoop grabbed Hot Spot and shook him hard, "Me Swoop need to know, did Him First Aid have any back-up memory banks anywhere!" he exclaimed desperately, "Me Swoop know Him First Aid don't have any here or at Ark!"
"No," he replied miserly, "He didn't believe in having a back up set."
Swoop made a strangle noise in his vocalizer, "At least now Me Swoop knows what Him Ratchet meant about Him First Aid get functional again."
He was about to say more, when Preceptor rushed out of CMO's office and started to yell at First Aid, "Do you realize what you have done?!" he shook his finger at him, "Of all the obtuse, imprudent, heedlessness…no wonder Ratchet is on a war path from the grave! What do you have to say for yourself?!"
They stared at him in confusion, particularly First Aid who queried, "Ratchet the famous, temperamental medic from Icon City? He's dead and his angry at me?"
Now it was Preceptor's turn to look confuse; Swoop sighed wearily as he led him back into the office away from the overprotective Protectobots, as soon as he shut the door, he explained, "Him First Aid has amnesia, and Him First Aid made no back up memory banks."
Preceptor raised a brow in surprise, finally he sighed dejectedly, "Well, at least this may save him from the Medical Council."
Now it was Swoop's turn to be surprised, "Me Swoop ask why?"
"Besides, not keeping up with the innovatory, as well as maintenance on the Autobots in his care; taking time to teach you," replied Preceptor as he ticked off the reasons on his fingers, "he also, broke patient confidentiality on one Autobot."
Swoop slumped as he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Me Swoop can take guess who it is and whom Him First Aid told…"
Fifteen Minutes later…Rodimus Prime's office…
"HE WHAT?!" bellowed Rodimus Prime as his optics glowed white and leaned over on his desk to stare furiously at Preceptor, and Swoop.
They both leaned back in fear, as Swoop valiantly told him, "You Prime heard right; Him First Aid told Him Ultra Magnus everything You Prime told Him First Aid under patient confidently…"
"Also," added Preceptor nervously, "Whatever showed up on your tri-monthly maintenance as well as any injuries that occur in battle with our enemies."
Rodimus hissed in fury, "He is slagging lucky he doesn't have any memory at the moment…I could court martial him for this!" He was silent for a moment, and then he stared hard at Preceptor as he ordered, "Get me a copy of those logs, go tell Prowl what's on them, and then help Boomer at the Ark in making a time machine as well as that serum that will make a Cybertron… human!"
"I have taken the liberty of making a copy of the logs," he said as he quickly handed him a data cube, "I shall immediately depart for the Ark, Wheeljack's old lab…I presume, sir?"
"Yes," he hissed out still anger at what he heard, as he put the data cube in subspace.
"Very well," he told him and rushed out of the office as fast as he could.
Rodimus turned his attention to Swoop, "I want you to immediately do that operation on Prowl! Turn everything else over to Firstar until you're done with him!"
"Me Swoop say, okay…is Me Swoop still CMO?"
"Until Gadget comes back, yes!" he shouted as he closed his optics and pinched his nose bridge in aggravation.
"Good," purred out Swoop, and immediately pulled out his tool kit from subspace, "You Prime look up, and hold still!"
"Wh…OW!" he exclaimed as Swoop forced his face up and used a ray light over his face, "That hurt!"
Swoop snorted in disgust as he ordered, "You Prime hold still! Me Swoop need to try to heal these scars up before they get infected!"
He sighed painfully as Swoop was doing his work, when he was done with the ray light, "Are you finished?" he asked.
"Me Swoop say almost," he replied as he loaded up two syringes, "Me need to give You Prime anti-rust shot and anti-virus shot just to be safe!" And soon he gave the two shots to him in the neck, "Me Swoop say all done!"
"Good," he growled out as he rubbed his neck in pain.
"Me Swoop going to give Her Firestar last minute instructions on patients," he told him, "And then Me Swoop work on Prowl. But…Me Swoop will be in surgery on Him Prowl for long time, so don't ask Me Swoop updates every click!"
"Very well," he agreed, "Dismiss."
As soon as Swoop left the room, Rodimus wondered out loud, "What else can go wrong today?!"
"Red Alert to Rodimus Prime," he called out over the comm. channel, "Lt. Col. Fairborne and his mate; as well as Lt. Rich-Steen, Lt. Major Sneeden, and Lt. Krieger-Sneeden want to meet with you Prime."
He closed his optics wearily, and muttered, "Me and my big mouth!"
A half an hour later…the Ark…Prowl's old office…
Prowl groaned out in agony as soon as he dismissed Preceptor, he turned around in his seat to the oversize, chalk board that Green Light had dug out of storage for him. There written in a giant heading entitled 'Things I need to Talk/Punish Ultra Magnus About' as well as its sub-headings: 'Interfering in Rodimus Prime's personal life; Ignoring suggestions from subordinates; Intimidating subordinates; Treating Rodimus Prime like a sparkling; Prejudicial behavior on femmes, humans, as well as the Dinobots; Conduct unbecoming an officer; and finally, disregarding orders from Rodimus Prime.'
"I don't know if I should add this to intimidating subordinates, or interfering in a Prime's personal life," he grumbled as he picked up the chalk as he contemplated on where to put the latest news on Ultra Magnus's behavior as SIC, Finally, he drew a circle with two lines connecting intimidating subordinates and interfering on Rodimus Prime's life…in the circle he wrote: 'Ordering First Aid to give out Rodimus Prime's medical information.'
He just put down his chalk when his door chimed out, he called out as he turned around, "Come."
Snarl and Yellow Light came in, "You Prowl wanted Me Snarl and Her Yellow Light?" he asked.
"Yes," he replied, "I am going under Swoop's scalpel soon, and I need you two to do me a favor."
"What is it, sir?" she asked cheerfully.
He pointed to the mountain of Red Alert's long list, "Go thru that, and abbreviate the information in each data pad; when you've done that…put the information on the board behind me, under one of the sub headings I have written out. If you can't find a subheading for the information, just lay the pad aside and I'll deal with it later."
Snarl and Yellow Alert gazed at the data pads in shock, finally Yellow Alert inquired, "This is Red Alert's long list, isn't it?"
"Yes," he wearily answered as he rubbed his chest in pain, "I need help going thru it…so I can know just how much damage that blasted, pit spawn…"
"Me Swoop to Him Prowl," he interrupted over the comm. channel, "Come to Med Bay, immediately! You Prowl's spark pressure getting too high, need shot now!"
They looked at him in concern, and immediately went to help him…but he waved them off, "Prowl to Swoop," he called out, "I'm on my way." He looked over at the two Autobots, "Please," he begged, "help me get thru this slagging list, so I can start correcting what that aft head has done!"
"Me Snarl say we well!" he exclaimed.
Yellow Alert nodded her head in agreement, "Go get better, Prowl. We need you fully functional, not fragged up!"
He chuckled weekly as he agonizingly walked out of his office, once he was gone; they stared at the gigantic pile they would have to go thru. Snarl looked over at her and said, "Me Snarl say we go thru all of them so Him Prowl won't have too."
She snorted in agreement, "We're going to need help if we're going to accomplish such a thing!"
"You Yellow Alert contact sisters…Me Snarl would contact other Dinobots, but they too busy at the moment," he told her.
Nodding her head in agreement, she called out over the comm. channel, "Yellow Light to Green and Red Lights…"
A few minutes later…in the Med Bay…
Prowl bit his lips to keep from screaming out, but eventually he couldn't help himself, as he screamed in pain…Swoop said calmly as he gave him the shot of CS-160, "Me Swoop almost done." Finally, he took out the syringe and ordered, "You Prowl can close chest plates now."
"Now that looked painful!" exclaimed a feminine voice, behind them.
Swoop looked at the entrance and then his mouth open in shock, "What You Cover Girl doing here?"
The still beautiful, but slightly grey-haired woman smiled as she held up an old-fashioned VHS tape, "Somehow, Ratchet and Ironhide managed to convince Hawk to hold onto several VHS tapes and to be delivered on a specific date as well as time." She waved the tape in the air, "This is mine from Ratchet, and also he left one for Flint and Lady Jane, as well as Psyche-Out."
"Ironhide?" weekly called out Prowl.
She smirked in pleasure as she replied, "My precious husband of a drill instructor, Beachhead. I don't know what was on it, but when it was done my darling hubby had an evil grin on his face. After we spoke to Prime, he came here with me and headed for the armory rubbing his hands in glee like a teenager getting his first car!"
"And what did Him Ratchet left for You Cover Girl?" Swoop asked as he helped Prowl sit up on the berth.
"Why," she purred out, "information to help you in Prowl's operation of course, he figured you could use another pair of hands…no matter how tiny they are."
"Him Ratchet right!" he shouted in relief, "Come, tell Me Swoop what Him Ratchet said and Me Swoop will also show You Cover Girl what Me Swoop need you to do!" He gave Prowl a stern look, "You Prowl stay there! Me Swoop won't be long until Me Swoop ready for surgery!"
He sighed reluctantly, as Cover Girl skipped cheerfully behind the Dinobot medic; she paused briefly at Prowl, "It's good to have you back, Prowl! From what I heard on the grapevine…relations between humans and the Autobots were getting strained!"
Prowl slapped his face in aggravation as he moaned out in misery, after a moment he called out over the comm. channel, "Prowl to Yellow Alert and Snarl, Add under the prejudice sub-heading: Causing diplomatic friction between humans and Autobots."
"Me Snarl, say okay," he replied, "Me Snarl out."
Meanwhile in the Ark's Armory…
Slag stared in concern at the grey haired human that stood beside him; the human known as Beach Head kept muttering as he chuckled gleefully, "Thank you, Ironhide! I got them now! No way will those spooks expect this at the next reunion!"
Finally, he asked cautiously, "Me Slag have to ask Him Beach Head…what Him Ironhide did for You Beach Head?"
He laughed in reply as he pointed to the safe, "Oh…just something to help me with a spook problem on my annual obstacle course, it's in the there."
"Ah," he muttered not really understanding what Ironhide had done for the little human.
At the same time, on an island off the coast of Japan…
Certain ninjas who were once part of G. I .Joe shivered in fear and anticipation, which was unusual for them. They all had the same thought, 'Why do I get the feeling that Beach Head's usual easy, annual, obstacle course is going to be difficult this year?'
Meanwhile in Autobot City's Med Bay…
Dr. Kenneth Rich-Steen sighed sadly as he tried to get thru to the grief stricken Autobot, finally he ordered sadly to Firstar, "You better put him under again, he's too suicidal at the moment and there is not enough staff here to keep an eye on him!"
"Sure thing…doctor," as she went to get a sedative, "What about First Aid?"
He rubbed his forehead thoughtfully as he stared at the amnesic medic whom was talking to one of his brothers, "I don't know…Ratchet in his message didn't tell me he was this bad off! Do you know if anything like this ever happened to any other Cybertrion?"
She frowned in contemplation and then answered as she inject the sedative in Springer, "I believe it has…but I don't remember who or when; I do know it was Ratchet who issued the order for all medics and high ranking Autobots to have back up memory banks."
"So it probably happened under his watch," he grumbled wearily, "Damm! I guess we'll have to wait for Gadget or Swoop to get back! I can't proceed with him without more information!"
"What did Ratchet tell you about First Aid?" she asked.
He ran his hand thru his blond and grey locks, "Oh …about what he had done that is medically unethically in both Cybertrion and Earth medicine," he replied wearily, "He used a lot of profanities in between the information I needed to know about him as well as Springer."
She winced in sympathy and then she said sarcastically, "I bet that was fun to hear! Did he bellow or yell the information out?"
"There's a difference?" he asked, innocently as if he never heard the Hatchet in a full, blown, temper tantrum.
"A yell from him was like…" she replied thoughtfully, "a tremor on the audios. When he bellowed…well…your audios would be ringing by the time he was done!"
"He mostly growled out the information on Springer," he answered and then winced as he remembered the tape, "on First Aid though…he broke my husband's collection of old glass soda bottles."
"Yes," she confirmed, "That sounds like the Hatchet on a war path. Was your mate mad?"
"Very," he replied wearily, "I had to promise him I would track down and replace every single bottle!"
Meanwhile in Rodimus Prime's office…
Rodimus Prime shifted uncomfortable at Lt. Col. Fairborne's hard stare at him while his very pregnant wife was looking at both of them in amusement, finally she said, "Ratchet left us a very interesting tape on the Prime Heritage; he told us it was part instinctive, but mostly due to a…"
"Piece of ancient alien, shit that likes to make everyone's life more out of the ordinary," finished Flint sarcastically as folded his arms and glared furiously at the young Prime, "I was looking forward for my little girl in bringing home the man she wanted to marry…I was looking forward to interrogating him and seeing if was right for my little girl…I was looking forward in walking my little girl down the aisle, though I admit I wasn't looking forward to paying for the wedding! Instead, my little girl ends up with you via a powerful artifact that is straight out of a bad Star Trek episode!"
"Flint," she hissed at him softly as she gripped his hand, "I thought we discussed this!"
"I know!" he shouted and then sighed wearily, "Its just she's my little girl…and now she is some Cybertrion queen…"
"Prime Consort," Rodimus gently interrupted.
"Whatever," he waved his hand in aggravation, "the point is…I am never going to do those things with her or you!"
"Well," he told them with certainty, "You're interrogating me now, and I have to tell you that Matrix or no Matrix...I would still have fallen in love with her!"
"That helps me a little bit," he grumbled out as he slouched in the chair.
"Look on the bright side," she reassured him as she patted her very pregnant belly, "I am very certain that this little one is a girl, and you'll have a second chance to do all those things you talked about!"
He looked at her for a moment, finally he sighed regretfully and changed the subject, "So, now that Prowl is officially back…what is the punishment going to be for that jackass Magnus?!"
"I don't know…yet!" exclaimed Prime as his optics started to glow white again, "Prowl and I are going to discuss that as soon as he is released from the med bay!"
Early evening…the Ark's Med Bay…
Cover Girl placed the last of the memory chips on the table by Swoop, "All done!" she exclaimed.
Swoop wiped the sweat from his brow as took the last chip in order to place it in its new home, "Him Hound, how is Him Prowl's spark pressure?"
Hound who was keeping an optic on Prowl's readings for Swoop, answered, "Still slightly high, but it still looks good!"
"Him Prowl's spark readings will be better soon," he told them as he started to close the cerebral cortex on the new shell, "Me Swoop hope."
"This is like an organ transplant, isn't?" asked Cover Girl as she watched Swoop closely.
"Yes," answered Hound for Swoop who was using all of his concentration on welding of the new shell's head plate, "Though in this case, the 'organ' is the shell and hopefully Prowl's spark will accept the new shell even though half of it…from what Swoop and Boomer have told me…is made up of Earth metals."
"There is a difference?" she inquired curiously.
"Me Swoop say yes," he replied as he stood up a cracked his back, "Not obvious on outside; but inside yes…Him Prowl's spark imitates his MSC that Him Prowl was sparked with…since Him Prowl not born on Earth there is chance that Him Prowl's spark will reject new shell."
"And if his spark rejects the new body?" she asked in concern.
Hound and Swoop looked at each other in worry, finally Hound replied, "Pray that doesn't happen, if it does…"
"Him Prowl fragged!" exclaimed Swoop, "This why Spark Placement…temporary or permanent… dangerous and don't happen very often!"
She gulped in fear and then with force cheer, "Well, don't worry! Prowl is too stubborn to die on Prime and the Autobots, not when they need him most!"
"That's what Me Swoop counting on!" he grumbled and then sighed wearily, "Let's start moving Him Prowl's spark. You Hound disconnect defliabator and You Cover Girl watch readings..."
A half an hour later…
Swoop carefully placed the spark into its new home, as the chest plates shut…they stared anxiously, finally Prowl moaned out, "Can I yell at the aft head now?"
They laughed in relief as Swoop answered, "Me Swoop says not yet!" He grabbed the syringe that he filled before the operation, "Me Swoop say night-night!" As injected the sedative, he ordered, "You Hound help me move Him Prowl to recovery berth, then go recharge! You Cover Girl will keep an optic on Him Prowl and make sure Him Prowl stay here; while Me Swoop goes check patients in City and get some rest!"
"And just how am I suppose to do that since I am little and he is way bigger than I am?" she asked sarcastically as she watched them move the recharging mech.
Swoop smirked at her in glee, "Him Ratchet left helpful tip for Me Swoop, and it will also help measure how Him Prowl's spark is reacting to new body!"
Later that night…
The indigo and white mech with bronze outlines; as well as a bronze crest and Autobot insignia, groaned out as he woke up, "Slag it! What is it with Ratchet's offspring and they're habit of constantly knocking me out with sedatives?"
"I don't know, but I'm glad you're awake!" exclaimed a cheerful voice from the floor, "I'm stuck on this word."
Looking down, he immediately noticed that Cover Girl appeared to be watching over him, working on a puzzle book…and alone, which was good in his processor. "Where is Swoop and Hound?" he asked calmly as he looked at one of his old escape routes.
Behind her book, she smirked in amusement as she thought, 'Swoop was right…our patient is going to make a break for it!' Serenely, she put down the book, and picked up a data pad and electronic pen that Swoop had given her. She looked at him as she kept one eye on the electronic readings above him; and replied, "They're resting after working on you for so long…hey! Do you know why I like Skittles?"
He frowned as he turned his full attention on her, "No," he answered."
"I can taste the rainbow!" she exclaimed gleefully.
He stared at her moment, and then his optics went blank and he fell back on the berth with a thump. Laughing, she called out over the comm. channel, "Cover Girl to Swoop, our patient done just like you thought he would! I wrote down what the spark and shell readings recorded."
"Me Swoop to Her Cover Girl," he replied sleepily, "Me Swoop coming to Ark Med Bay, Me Swoop out."
Still chuckling she went back to her puzzle book, "Now let's see," she muttered, "What is the Cybertrion word for ass?"
Meanwhile in the Ark's armory…
Slag sighed wearily as he prayed that the stupid safe would become unlocked…the crazy old, human was making him nervous with his evil chuckling and muttering about getting the spooks! Finally, he heard a beep from the safe indicating that it was ready to be opened. Immediately he opened it, and noticed several human sized crates marked for someone named Beach Head. Quickly, he put down the crates in from of him and exclaimed, "Me Slag think these for you!"
"Oh, they are!" he shouted with excitement as he did a funny looking dance, "Good thing, I rented that big trailer from U-Haul! Watch over them for me, I'll be right back!"
As he ran out of the room, he grumbled, "Me Slag got feeling that funny human will want Me Slag's help in putting crates in trailer!" Sighing again, he looked to see what was else in the safe, he perceived that there was a message cube as well as several weapons cases; also a folded piece of paper that had black writing on it: "FOR RODIMUS PRIME AND PROWL…LISTEN TO MESSAGE FIRST BEFORE YOU OPEN ANYTHING!"
Slag grumbled as he read the message, and then he called out over the comm. channel, "Me Slag to Him Rodimus Prime and Him Grimlock, Him Ironhide's safe open…please come to armory!"
Two sleepy voices responded to his call and told him that they would be right there.
An hour later…
Prowl moaned as he opened his optics, and stared into the frowning face of Swoop who told him, "Me Swoop think this bad idea, but Him Prowl need to get up! Him Ironhide's safe opened in armory and left Him Prowl message."
He winced as his processor ached, "Very well," he said softly, "Swoop…who gave you the idea to use my glitch in order keep me in med bay?"
Swoop smirked at him, as he gleefully replied, "Him Ratchet!"
"I should have known," he grumbled as he carefully got up and then blinked in shock at what was in front of him. "What is that?"
Swoop smirk turned into a full blown smile, "Me Swoop say new body working with Him Prowl's spark so far," he replied as went to the huge white tarp that covered something from view, "So, Me Swoop thought Him Prowl wanted to see Him Prowl's new look before meeting!"
With a flourish he took off the tarp to revel a gigantic mirror, Prowl stared in amazement has slowly walked toward the mirror and gazed at himself in awe. He's new body was formed similar to his last shell, but unlike his previous shell…this one was built for speed as well as stealth! He was sleeker and his chest was less chunky than it was in his last shell. He's coloring was navy blue and white with bronze outlines; he gently touched his bronze crest upon his head as well as the bronze Autobot insignia.
He heard an appreciative whistle, and he looked up as Hound came into the room, "I didn't get a good look earlier, but Swoop…you, Boomer, and Gadget did a good job on him!" exclaimed the scout as he walked into the room, "If I wasn't a bonded sub-mech…" He shook his head in amusement, "Prowl, you're going to have every femme and sub-mech after your aft!"
Prowl blushed as he denied, "I am certain that's not true Hound…"
Hound snorted in disagreement, "Oh, its true all right! You look like a centerfold for Play Femme!"
Prowl cleared his throat uncomfortable and quickly changed the subject, "Can I go now, Swoop?"
Chuckling at the SIC's predicament, he replied, "Yes, but meet Me Swoop at race track near Autobot City after meeting. Me Swoop need to see how Him Prowl's alternate form does as well as few other things."
"Of course," he agreed and then he quickly left the room.
Hound smiled in amusement as folded his arms and asked the question he had been dying to ask, "So…are you going to tell me the reason why Boomer and Gadget designed his new shell that way?"
Swoop snickered as he answered, "Her Gadget mostly, Her Gadget trying to match Him Prowl with Her Silverstar. She thinks it would be good for both to be bonded, particularly on Him Prowl's sanity as he tries to get over losing…" He stopped as he couldn't finished the sentence without bursting into tears, "Well…" he choked up, "'them' as well as cleaning up after Aft-Magnus!"
"And she had to make him every femme's and sub's lubricant dream?" he asked in delight.
"Her Gadget calls it encouragement for Her Silverstar to go after Him Prowl," he answered. They both looked at another and then burst into laughter at Prowl's and Silverstar's predicament that was going to happen…soon.
A few minutes later…Ark's old meeting room…
Prowl sighed in relief as he got into the room, every femme he meet either drop something and stared at him in shock or ran into a door. Rodimus and Grimlock mouths gaped at him in astonishment, finally Grimlock shouted, "You Prowl look like movie star!"
"Movie star is an understatement," said Rodimus as he stared at him, "He's going to replace me as the most eligible Cybertrionan!"
"But, You Rodimus have that roughish quality now that femmes and sub-mechs like," mocked Grimlock.
"True," he commented as he gave Prowl a teasing look, "But as soon as I bond with Mara…I am off the market! So, Prowl…want any tips on how to handle your admirers?"
Prowl rolled his optics in annoyance and gestured to the weapon cases, "From Ironhide?" he asked as attempted to change to the subject.
Which worked and they immediately got down to business, "He wants us to listen to this first," said Rodimus Prime as he turned on the message cube.
Ironhide's face appeared as he gleefully joked out, "Prowl! Congratulations on taking Optimus's title of Femme Magnet! Oh…how I wish I could see all those femmes and sub-mechs throwing themselves at your feet!"
Rodimus Prime and Grimlock laughed at the embarrass look on Prowl's face, who was muttering, "I need to have a long talk with Gadget, I know she is the main designer behind my new shell!"
Ironhide suddenly became more sober, "Now, let me get the bad news out of the way first…"
They listened to him mortified at his news; Grimlock moaned out sadly, while Prime stared at the table grimly. Prowl, though had tears running down his optics at the news, "I…"
Before he could say anything, Ironhide interrupted, "Straighten up, Prowl! She went the way she wanted to go…which is a slagging a lot better how I will go or is that I have gone? Slag! I hate time travel! Anyway, here is where you will find her shell…"
Quickly, Rodimus Prime took a data pad and electronic pen out of subspace as he wrote down the directions, he ordered, "Grimlock, take this and use whatever help you need to retrieve her body. Lay her down beside Kup; she might kill me from the Matrix if she is laid out beside Arcee for the funeral."
Grimlock took the pad, and said as he went out of the room, "Me Grimlock will…pit…Me Grimlock tired of final good byes!"
"So am I," grumbled Prowl as he looked at the holographic Ironhide who seemed to be waiting on something.
"Now," drawled out Ironhide, "I'm sure Rodimus Prime has ordered someone to go retrieve her, if not just pause this message." They waited patiently, finally Ironhide continued, "Okay, Prowl…I want to you to listen to me carefully! It's not your fault about the ambush or attack on Autobot City! Ratchet, Wheeljack, and I knew what was going to happen…so in the name of Primus as well as the time line, we willing went to our deaths! So, stop fragging beating yourself up about it! Now, I left you, Prime, and that Joe known as Beach Head some presents!"
Here he rolled his optics in annoyance, "I have already given that human his message from me, and I am slagging certain he is now currently cackling gleefully as he loads it up! If I didn't have a fragging taste of what he has to put up with daily…" Again he shook his head in irritation, "It's a wonder he still has his processor somewhat straight!"
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Rodimus Prime, I remember when your father first found out about you when we woke up from our 'nap' here on Earth…he passed out in shock! Took the Hatchet several clicks to wake up the slagger, and he then strutted around like an Earth peacock for a cycle!"
Prowl chuckled out as he paused the cube, "I remember that…Ratchet finally hit your father with a wrench to the spike plate to bring him back down to the planet!"
"I thought he knew about Elita being pregnant?" he asked curiously.
"Oh, he did…but we left shortly before you were sparked," he explained, "He didn't know you were a mech or a femme until…like Ironhide stated…we woke up here on Earth!"
"Ah," muttered Prime as he resumed the message cube.
"Now," continued Ironhide, "When Ratchet got him back down from the stratosphere, he came to me and asked me to make you an energon weapon like I done for him. Of course, I immediately agreed to his request on the condition that we would wait to see what type of mech you have grown up to be." He looked sternly as he growled out, "This is where I am thankful for that little piece of time travel, without it…when I met a certain turbo raving punk that was Prime's son…there would have been no fragging way I would have made an energon weapon for him!"
Prowl's lips quirked in amusement as Rodimus looked sheepishly at the table for a moment, Ironhide continued, "However, thanks to that little episode…I met the confident, brave though scarred up mech that Optimus Prime's son had grown up to be. You don't realize just how much you are like him, but you have very little of your mother in you…thank Primus! So, please open case marked 1…Rodimus Prime!"
With trepidation, he slowly opened the correct case…instead of a gun, there was a beautiful energon sword lying within it. Slowly, he picked it up…being careful not to prick his fingers on the deadly blade. "Wow," he muttered in awe.
"You'll have to wait until Hatchet Jr. gets back to have it installed like your father had his energon ax installed in his arm," explained Ironhide, "Prowl…" He chuckled gleefully, "I had some fun with your new weapons…the Decptio-creeps won't know what hit them! Please open; the cases marked 2, 3, and 4."
Slowly, Prowl opened each of the cases and he stared in admiration at his old friend's craftsmanship. He listened as Ironhide explained, "I updated you're acid pellet gun since you told me that the gun you were carrying…agh! I hate time travel! Anyway, the gun is not only an acid pellet but a stun gun! You can change the settings and it can be used for long distance shooting! Be careful though, it's quicker on the draw than you're old gun!"
Ironhide then growled out in mixture of irritation and excitement, "Next are you're shuriken, got this idea from those ninja Joes and Stigma…though she uses electric knives! Anyway, throw one of these beauties…and enough volts of electricity will go thru any of your opponents that it will completely fire their circuits! Finally, your energon cuffs! They are stronger than you're old ones," Ironhide scowled, "And you better take good care of them! They took me a slagging long time to make! Do you know how many times I went to Grimlock or Optimus Prime asking to see if they could break this piece of metal?!"
Prowl chuckled sadly as he touched the cuffs, "I remember, the look on you're face when one of them broke it!"
"Now, I've got nothing else to say except this…I don't want to see either you on the other side for a long fragging time!" he exclaimed, then more softly, "Till all are one…Prowl, Rodimus Prime…til all are one!"
As soon as the message went off, Prime commented softly, "Well…that was interesting."
"Indeed," muttered Prowl forlornly as he looked at his new weapons.
Rodimus looked at him for a moment, finally he suggested, "So, Swoop wants you at the race track since this meeting is done…are you up to a racing with this turbo raving punk? I need to let off some steam!"
Prowl stared at the weapons for a few moments in silence, finally he looked up with a mischievous smirk, "Let me make a comm. call first…"
Thirty Minutes later…Autobot City's Med Bay…
Ultra Magnus groaned as he woke up and stared into the grim face of Firestar, the first words he uttered, "Primus…what have I done?! My own creation…"
"Has passed over into the Matrix," finished a familiar voice.
Ultra Magnus sat up and groaned out as he looked into the serious faces of Red Alert and Grimlock; the security director was holding a pair of energon cuffs. "Magnus," he stated, "You're under arrest for multiple charges…and Lt. Caine hasn't even finished listing them all yet! But before we escort you to the brig, Prime and Lt. Caine want to see you at the race track!"
The ex-SIC sighed regretfully as he held up his hands in surrender; he muttered as Red Alert placed the cuffs on him, "I thought what I was doing was right…"
"Me Grimlock say," he interrupted, "You Magnus made berth, now You Magnus lie in it!"
"What he said," grumbled Red Alert as he dragged him to his feet, "Let's go!"
Shortly, at the Autobot City Race Track…
Ultra Magnus immediately noticed an audience had gathered at the track, mostly of the femme persuasion! He gasped out, "There are a lot of femmes here!"
Grimlock rolled his optics in annoyance, "Me Grimlock say that because of Him Rodimus Prime and Him Lt. Caine!"
Red Alert snorted in agreement, "I still can't believe what you told me Grimlock, why in Primus's name did Gadget, Boomer, and Swoop design his new body like that?!"
Ultra Magnus frowned thoughtfully, "New body?"
Neither mech answered his question, but Grimlock did respond to Red Alert's question, "Me Grimlock think it was mostly Her Gadget's doing and Me Grimlock don't know what was going thru Her Gadget's processor!"
"What are you two talking about?!" he exclaimed in aggravation.
They looked at him in amusement, finally Red Alert replied, "I don't have to take orders from you anymore, Ultra Magnus. But, I will give you something to process…Lt. Caine is the only survivor of a Decepticon ambush. That's why Gadget and her team had to build him a new body."
The ex-SIC frowned in concentration, "I don't remember any recent Decepticon ambushes."
"Me Grimlock say," he chuckled out, "who said it recent Decepticon ambush?"
Before Ultra Magnus could respond, they finally reached Swoop who was monitoring the equipment he brought; he gave them a brief look and commented, "They passing soon, Me Swoop say look to the left."
They looked in direction he told them, and before they could blink…a flame covered windabago and a dodge charger police car went racing past them. They gasped in shock, "Pit!" exclaimed Red Alert, "Look at them go!"
Ultra Magnus nodded his head in agreement as he silently studied the navy blue and white police car with bronze lines. He could make out the bronze writing that was on its side: "To Protect and To Serve…Till All Are One." "That police car…is Lt. Caine?"
"Yup," said Red Alert happily.
"And Him Lt. Caine really not happy with you!" added Grimlock cheerfully.
"He," muttered Ultra Magnus thoughtfully, "seems familiar…"
"No…really!" Red Alert exclaimed sarcastically.
Suddenly the two vehicles pulled up in front of them; Rodimus Prime transformed and stared furiously at Ultra Magnus for a moment, finally he turned his attention to Swoop, "Lt. Caine wanted to know if he was healthy enough to yell at him yet?" he asked as he jabbed a thumb at his ex-SIC.
Swoop sighed wearily, and asked instead, "Me Swoop ask if You Red Alert going to tape this? Me Swoop got to watch spark and shell readings, so Me Swoop can't really pay attention to show!"
Red Alert laughed ruthlessly as he answered, "Of course I am taping it! This is history in the making!"
"Then in that case," he said, "Me Swoop say go ahead."
Rodimus Prime gave his ex-SIC a wicked smile as he introduced, "Ultra Magus meet Lt. Caine."
As the police car transformed, Ultra Magnus's mouth dropped open in shock, "P-Prowl?!"
"Ultra Magnus," growled out Prowl; "WHAT IN PRIMUS'S NAME WERE YOU THINKING?! AND I AM NOT JUST TALKING ABOUT LEAVING A WELCOME MAT OUT FOR BLACKARCHINA! DO YOU KNOW WHAT ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS THAT HAPPENED AFTER I CAME OUT OF STASIS?! CHROMIA AND SWOOP TELLING ME THAT YOU ARE TREATING OUR CURRENT PRIME LIKE A SPARKLING, WHAT WAS GOING THRU YOUR PROCESSOR?!"
Everyone winced at the shear volume at Prowl's yelling, Ultra Magnus tried to interrupt him, but Prowl wasn't giving him a chance, "OH! AND LET'S NOT FORGET COMPARING HIM TO OPTIMUS PRIME! DID I AT ANY TIME COMPARED OPTIMUS TO SENTINAL PRIME?!"
"Prowl," interrupted Ultra Magnus.
"SHUT UP, ULTRA MAGNUS!" he bellowed, "YOU'RE GOING TO LISTEN WHAT IS COMING OUT OF MY VOCALIZER…WHEATHER YOU SLAGGING LIKE OR NOT!"
As he continued, Rodimus whispered in Grimlock's audio, "I wish Marrisa was here, she would love this!"
Grimlock whispered back to him in his audio, "Me Grimlock say we will use this for movie night in Dinobot Den! Her Marrisa can watch it then with us…Me Grimlock going to serve snacks and high grade!"
Ultra Magnus thru out this was suffering from painful audio receptors, he once again tried to interrupt, "I thought a SIC needed to know a Prime's medical information…"
"ONLY IN AN EMERGENCY YOU AFT-HEAD!" yelled Prowl, "AND I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP! DO YOU WANT ME TO ORDER RED ALERT TO GAG YOU?"
Ultra Magnus clamped his mouth shut, and shook his head negatively.
"GOOD!" he shouted and continued to where he left off in his rant, "YOU DO REALIZE THAT IF FIRST AID HADN'T SUFFERED MEMORY DAMAGED…HE WOULD HAVE BEEN COURT MARTIALED AND BROUGHT BEFORE THE MEDICAL COUNCIL FOR HIS ACTIONS?! DID YOU CARE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO HIM OR DID YOU THINK YOU COULD SWEEP ANY CHARGES UNDER THE FLOORBOARD?!"
Realizing that this was a rhetorical question, Ultra Magnus bit his lip as he thought, 'I wish I could tell them I was only following Alpha Trion's plan…but I made a promise to him that I wouldn't revel it or that he created it in the first place.'
As if realizing his thoughts, Prowl stopped his yelling and stared at him suspiciously for a moment, finally he growled out furiously, "Why do I get the feeling that you are carrying out an old fragger's plan?"
Ultra Magnus tried to look innocent, "I don't know what you're talking about, Prowl."
"Why don't I believe you?" he asked sarcastically and gestured to Red Alert and Grimlock, "Get him out of my sights…I'll slagging deal with him again...later!"
As they dragged him away, and the audience dispersed; Prime glanced at his SIC and asked curiously, "What is on your processor, Prowl?"
Prowl frowned grimly as he replied, "I have a hunch that the slag you have been putting up with this past tron, was all part of a grand plan." He opened his comm. channel, "Prowl to Jazz, I need you to get in contact with Mirage on Cybertron. I want him to look in…"
As he gave his orders to Jazz, Rodimus Prime and Swoop stared at him in surprise. When he was done with his comm. call, Prime asked, "Do you really think that the old fragger was behind this even though his dead?"
Prowl grimly answered him, "There is 89.9 percent chance that he is behind Ultra Magnus's actions; When I met him a final time, several Earth years ago on Cybertron, he seemed…disgusted…at Spike and the Dinobots."
They were silent for a moment, finally Prowl asked, "What do you want me to do now, Swoop?"
The Dinobot gestured to the field that was in the middle of the track, "Spar with Him Prime; use You Prowl's new abilities that Me Swoop told You Prowl about before operation."
"New abilities?" he asked warily as he walked with Prowl to the field.
"You'll see Prime," he chuckled out as he prepared for the fight, "You'll see."
Meanwhile on Char…Hook's Med Bay…
Though everyone else was off lined, they managed to get Rumble up and running again…though what he told them was puzzling the two Decepticons.
"Junkican, why did it have to be Junkican?" asked Hook in exasperation as he racked his processors.
Soundwave agreed with him and ordered, "Rumble, repeat what Autobot Leader, Rodimus Prime said in beginning of Junkican Language."
"Okay, this is what he said," Rumble told them again, "'Live from New York… it's the 'Late, Late, Show'! With George Clooney who is currently starring in the re-make of that Hollywood classic, 'To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything!' This is WXM; in the local news…Lt. Caine's death was apparently not all that it seems.' " He looked at them and helpfully said, "If it helps any, 'To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything' was that Earth movie were the actors dressed up like femmes! Skywarp thought it was hilarious!"
"That helps!" grumbled Hook as he rubbed his forehead thoughtfully, "And Lt. Caine is a fictional police character from that Earth crime drama that I enjoy watching! In one episode, he faked his own death to catch the bad guy!"
Soundwave processed these statements, after a moment his face took on a horrified look, "Statement: Repair Decepticon Barricade next!"
"Why?" asked Hook in curiosity, "Shouldn't we do Galvatron next, now that we got a basic idea on how to cure this slagging virus!"
"Answer: Need to confirm theory, only Decepticon Barricade can confirm theory!" he exclaimed as he raced to Barricade's berth.
Hook stared after him a moment, and then quickly processed what shocked Soundwave so badly, "Ah, fragg!" he cursed as he rushed over to help, "If what you're processing is what I think you're processing…"
"What is slagging wrong?" interrupted Rumble as he watched them work.
They ignored him, instead Soundwave spoke out, "Query: Can Rumble's antidote, cure Decepticon Barricade long enough to confirm theory?"
Hook frowned thoughtfully, "Maybe," he replied, "Just be ready to knock him out with a sedative again."
Quickly they prepared, and Hook gave Barricade Rumble's antidote. Barricade groaned out as he woke up, "Hook?"
"Shut up," Hook ordered, "We don't have a lot of time before this virus affects you're processor again! Is Prowl alive…yes or no?"
"Yes," he weekly replied, "In Moonracer's shell…Prime…Prime made him SIC of Autobots replacing Ultra… Oppan Gangnam Style!"
At those words, Soundwave quickly injected him with a sedative…silence reigned over the med bay, finally Rumble stuttered out, "H-how did he fragging survive?!'
Soundwave and Hook looked at one another in misery, the communication officer asked, "Decepticon Hook. Query: Theory on Autobot SIC Prowl's survival?"
Hook closed his optics and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as he desperately thought of an answer; finally he replied, "Maybe…and this is only a guess! That idiot Swoop or First Aid, but my credit is on Swoop since that slagger First Aid wouldn't be able to keep his mouth shut for a tron…"
"Decepticon Hook," warned Soundwave.
"Okay, Okay," he said quickly, "As I was saying Swoop found Prowl's shell and immediately noticed that his spark was still beating. Since the city was a piece of slag at the time, he took Prowl's spark and placed it in a stasis field at the Ark. He went back to the shuttle, but we blew it up sky high when we attacked again on the city. Now, after all that slag with Unicron…Swoop tries to tell First Aid or any Autobot with medical expertise that Prowl is still alive. He couldn't get anyone to listen to him…until that misfit Boomer as well as that glitch Gadget rolled into the city with Moonracer's shell in order to give her a proper funeral."
He paused for a moment, "He tells them, Prime finds out thru them, and orders them to build Prowl a new shell as well as kept it a slagging secret until he is ready to revel that Prowl is alive! Oh…also that he is replacing that Aft-head Magus as SIC with Prowl!"
Soundwave sighed wearily, "Statement: Theory sound. Query: Possible capabilities of Autobot SIC Prowl's new shell?"
Hook snorted in disgust, "Knowing how vindictive Gadget can be, plus Boomer inheriting her uncle's unique abilities; I would say they are going to be extremely…creative…when it comes to building Prowl a new shell. And before you ask, I would say Prowl is in his nice, shiny, new body right about now…and practicing at kicking our afts….hard!"
An hour later…at Autobot City's…SIC's office…
Prowl smirked in pride over his victory as he strode into his new office, he thought, 'I still got it and this new body is very help…' He stopped in shock; there on the wall was the huge chalkboard that he started writing all of Ultra Magnus's offenses. Snarl and the Light Sisters stood at attention before him, though the sisters seemed to…brighten…when they first saw him.
"Me Snarl say that Him Red Alert's long list, done!" he reported as he shifted nervously away from the femmes.
"Abbreviated," stated Red Light with an unusual look in her optics.
"And on…" purred out Yellow Light as her optics roamed over his shell.
"The board," finished Green Light as she tried not to drool.
"Umm…good job," he told them cautiously, "If there is any way I can thank you…"
The Light Sisters optics widened in excitement and as one they interrupted him, "You can, sir!"
"Okay," he drawled out warily, "What do you want?"
Snarl slapped his face in irritation as he warned him, "You Prowl shouldn't have said that…same thing happened to Him Rodimus Prime at Galatic Olympics!"
Before Prowl could comment, Red Light quickly walked up to him…grabbed his head down to her level and gave him a big kiss on the mouth plate! "Umph!" he grunted out, he's exclamation made it easy for Red Light to slip her tongue into his mouth. After a moment she was done, and Prowl was gaping at her in shock.
Red Light sighed in pleasure, and immediately scowled in fury as Yellow Light pushed her out of the way, "My turn!" she shouted as she jumped Prowl, wrapping her legs around his waist. Before he could stop her, she was trying to put her tongue all the way down his throat. Soon, he was becoming slightly aroused by their recent actions and his spike was letting him know it. "Primus!" she shouted as she came up and thursted against him, "Hey!"
Green Light smirked down at her sister who was glaring at her from the floor, "My turn," she purred out as she wrapped her arms around Prowl's neck. As she kissed him, both their engines revved up as she thursted against his spike plate. She could feel the heat coming from it; and as she came up for air, she growled out, "Do you want us to give you a tune up, sir?"
Prowl was still mostly thinking with his processor as he stuttered out, "N-no."
"Mmm," muttered Green Light as she nipped his lip, "Pity." As she and her sisters strolled out of the room, she called out, "If you change your processor…"
"And want a foursome," continued Yellow Light.
"You know where to find us, sir," finished Red Light.
Snarl tried not snicker as he went to Prowl and used one finger to close his mouth plate, "You Prowl lucky that Me Snarl don't think of You Prowl in that way...You Prowl not Me Snarl's type! Have You Prowl learned lesson?"
"Lesson?" he asked, and then his glitch activated as he tried to process what happened.
Snarl once again rolled his optics, as called out over the comm. channel, "Me Snarl to Him Swoop, Him Prowl's glitch activated again. Please don't send any femmes or sub-mechs to help Me Snarl to get Him Prowl to med bay."
Half an hour later...in Autobot City's Med Bay…
Prowl woke up to the snickering of Rodimus Prime, Snarl, and Swoop; he moaned out in agony, "Please tell me that my processor wasn't playing tricks on me! That the Light sisters didn't…"
"Proposition You Prowl big time?" finished Snarl, "Me Snarl say yes they did!"
He groaned out miserably as he sat up, "I am going to have a very long talk with Gadget on her…design capabilities!"
They laughed out loud at his statement, finally Rodimus was able to catch his breath long enough to ask, "Have you learned your lesson, Prowl?"
"Yes," he growled out, "From now on…I must not give any femme or sub-mech an inch when it comes to rewarding for a job well done! Otherwise…"
"You'll be dragged to a berth before you can say, no!" finished Rodimus as he stared at his SIC in amusement.
"Yes," he hissed out in fury, and was about to say more when a comm. call from Jazz came over their speakers.
"Jazz to Prowl," he called out, "Mirage is on the line with the information you wanted."
"Prowl to Jazz," he answered back, "Prime and I will be in his office shortly to take the call there."
"Roger that, Prowl," he said, "Jazz out."
"This is going to be interesting," commented Prowl as they left the Med Bay.
"Yes," drawled out Prime with a teasing look in his optic, "Hopefully, we won't run into the Light Sisters with a new offer for you to accept."
Prowl merely gave him a dirty look in reply as they raced toward Rodimus Prime's office.