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This story is a G1 version of my SOTM story with themes from it as well.

"Gestalte bond"

"Speaking"

'Thought'

2.

"What are you doing?" Drag Strip questioned as he saw Rad taking a white hankerchief out on his backpack along with a rather pretty blue comb lined with flower designs. "Why do you carry around combs?"

"You never know." Rad said placing the comb on the hankerchief and holding both hands out. "Eucleia; Spirit of glory and good repute, please accept this offering to bless Decepticon/Stunticon with glory." he recited solemnly.

"Now what?" Drag Strip asked impatiently.

"We wait." Rad said patiently.

There was suddenly a breeze and a ghostly image appeared in front of them and the image solidified into a rather comely woman with long flowing white hair and wearing a white dress. She had a soft smile on her lips and her light blue eyes examined the blue comb in her dainty hands.

"So you want glory?" she asked , her eyes looking up to meet Drag Strip's optics.

"Yes...please."he added the last part for good measure.

"Glory can't be given easily, it has to be earned." Drag Strip looked at her in surprise. "That doesn't mean I won't give you it, you just have to earn it." she finished.

"How do I earn your blessing then?" Drag Strip asked.

"Would you be willing to complete a task for me?" Eucleia asked.

"That's it?" Drag Strip questioned. "Sure, I'll do whatever it is."

"That's fantastic!" The spirit's smile widened. "You can take two others with you if you like."

"I'm taking the sqiushy, he's full of useful know-how stuff." The yellow mech looked down at the yellow-haired teen. "So will you please go with me?" Please had a strained edge to it, like it hurt him to actually say it.

Rad's expression was thoughtful before he shrugged. "Meh. I've been getting bored lately anyway."

"And your other choice?" Eucleia asked expectantly.

'Me! Pick me! Pick me!' A Texan accented voice rang through Drag Strip's helm.

'Wildrider! Have you been listening to everything we've been saying?' The yellow mech called down the bond.

There was a giggle from the other end of the bond. 'You're not very good at blocking your thoughts, we've all heard your talk with Eucleia. So can I go?' Wildrider asked childishly.

'Yeah yeah.' Drag Strip called. "My other choice will be my teammate."

Eucleia nodded. "Then listen carefully. I require three items to complete my gift."

"What are they?" Rad asked respectfully. He looked at Drag Strip. "Record this to your memory banks." Drag Strip wanted to tell him off for ordering him around, but the solemn look in Rad's eyes made him bite back a retort.

He nodded at Eucleia. "Go on."

"The first item is the diadem of the rosy-fingered one, the second is the skin of the double-ended desert dweller, the third and final one is to bring me the prophetic mare." Eucleia finished.

Drag Strip nodded. "Done."

"Beware though, there is a fine line between recognition and arogance." Eucleia warned before she vanished in the same way she appeared.

Rad slung his backpack over his shoulder and looked up a Drag Strip. "You can go get your teammate after we see Miles."

"Who? Oh,that other yellow squishy." Drag Strip remembered. "Why do we need to see him?"

"Because he's a seer and may give us clues as to where to start looking." Rad replied.

Miles had been having a good day so , though he'd never expected Rad and a Decepticon to come by his house. "So you want me to give my seer ability a try?" he shook his head. "I'm not sure I can do it."

Rad knew Miles had insecurities about his seer ability. "Your father blessed you with this gift to see the future. Why would he give you that gift if he didn't want you to use it?"

'This squishy can see the future?' Drag Strip thought. 'Now that's a slaggin' useful power.'

Miles still looked uncertain. "Okay then, for you." his face flushed slightly as he looked over at Rad before closing his eyes. "I see a sunrise, a desert as far as the eye can see, and a sign that reads," Miles brow scrunched a bit in concentration. "Nwe Olerans Etpeting ozo."

"What the slag does that mean?" Drag Strip question.

"We're dyslexic, he can't read the sign properly." Rad replied. "It also means we just got our only clues in this little quest."