Title: Messages from the grave!

Chapter 2 - "I'm back"

'...blah...' normal talking.

'...'blah'...' ghost talking/flashback talking

Note: No connection of this chapter to 'Black and White Autobot family'!

August 2nd... 2005

'Decepticons! Victory! IS. OURS!' Cyclonus' voice bellowed over the crowd.

The team uproared in cheers.

'I shall gain new victory for us!' Galvatron's voice bellowed over the cheering. 'My agent, is in Autobot headquarters as we speak, currently retrieving new information of high importance! Apprently, the team, were working on something... big! Something... destructionous! Threatened to destroy us during the war! But only 1 could control it! Autobot! PROWL! With the hand of my agent disguised as an Autobot, we can persue our victory towards Cybertron's core, and take OVER THE WORLD!'

Cheers...

Autobot headquarters...

Walking into the base, cameras watching his every move before an alarm bellowed.

Rodimus was the first to reach the entrance, encounting a tall red and green mech. 'State your presence!'

'Rodimus Prime,' the voice of a deep, and horror tune in his voice, responded. 'I'm from Cybertron, a lost Autobot. I was a bounty hunter, searching for Decepticons during the war, but I left to track them down. I got lost, and now here I return... Where's Optimus Prime?'

'Optimus. Our once great leader, is gone. State your name soldier.'

'My name... is Stealth. Yes. Stealth the bounty hunter.'

'Fine. I'm Rodimus, new leader of the Autobots. Come this way.'

Stealth smiled wickledly, as he followed Rodimus in. 'Confirmed my leader...' he rose his hand to his mouth, and whispers into the microphone attached. 'Optimus is dead. But Rodimus is in command!'

'Since that foolish Autobot Prowl risked his life for his comrades, that makes Autobot Jazz the SIC of the Autobots now. Keep an optic on him. He's too good for his processor! That visor of his says all.'

'Agreed.'

Stealth is led to a huge room, with many Autobots gathered with energon cubes, paperwork stacked everywhere, and lots of commotions going on. There, he spots Jazz, the only Autobot with a visor, stood in the corner talking to the silver and red Praxien, we know as Bluestreak.

'Sorry 'bout Prowler's loss.'

'It's fine Jazz. Losing both my brothers is a lot of downhill, but they wouldn't want me to suffer and remain like this. I'm going to do them proud.'

'That's ta spirit Blue!'

Stealth smiled wickedly. This seemed really easy. Rodimus walked off towards Kup.

'Hey Rodimus. Who's the new bot?'

'Stealth. An old bounty hunter from the war. Came back expecting Optimus, but obviously he isn't here.'

'You're as good as they get kid. Optimus would be proud.'

'Thanks Kup.'

Rodimus turned back to Stealth. 'Hey. Don't stand there all day Stealth. Go chat to some of the crew. Probably most of them don't know you.'

Stealth looks around at the bots, but his only concern was the twin of Prowl, and his best friend. They knew loads about him. If only he could speak about that weapon Galvatron mentioned. So he heads over to them.

'New bot?' Bluestreak asks.

'Why.. yes. I was a bounty hunter hunting Decepticons during the war. Optimus said to go hunt them. Now I'm back. It's a loss about Optimus. He was a true leader.'

'It was. And my twin.' Bluestreak lowered his voice.

'Your twin?' Stealth wanted to sound convinced he had no idea who Prowl was, but he sounded convincing.

'Yes. Prowl was my older twin. I always looked to him for advice. It's thanks to bro I'm the best shooter in the squad. I also lost my older brother, Smokescreen, from a nasty energon trip.'

'Sorry.' Stealth replied. 'I shouldn't have asked.'

'No worries. It's great to talk to someone about my brothers' positive aspects. Makes me feel proud to be their little brother.

'And you?' Stealth looks at Jazz. 'Do you have brothers?'

'No.' Jazz replies almost immediately. 'I don't.'

'Jazz...' Bluestreak said. 'No need for immediate response. You sound a little angry.'

Jazz shook his head. 'No Blue. I have no brothers, but you knew already, but I ain't got friends since Prowler died.'

'It's ok.'

Stealth smiled at Jazz's immediate response. Already he could tell Jazz didn't like him one bit, but he was getting to Bluestreak.

'I have lost a brother in the war. My sister was killed by Megatron himself. I missed them both, and so as the youngest, I knew I was destined to become an Autobot. Took after my dad's job as a bounty hunter, and wanted justice for them.'

'I'm sorry about your family.' Bluestreak said.

'It's ok.'

'Comrades, to your own chambers for a recharge. Stealth, here.' Rodimus ordered.

Everyone else heads off.

'Nice talking to you.' Bluestreak said before being edged on by Jazz to go.

Stealth smiled at his reaction, but walks on to Rodimus.

'Gotten close to Bluestreak and Jazz?' Kup asks.

Stealth nodded. 'But I don't think the visor mech likes me much.'

'Jazz? He lost his best friend. Surely he wouldn't want another. He and Prowl were close friends.' Rodimus replied.

'Lovers?' Stealth asked.

'No. Not that close. Jazz's dad was Prowl's dad, Proton's, crime partner on Cybertron. Jazz and Prowl's grandfathers were best pals, their fathers were best pals, and they were best pals.'

Stealth nods, and heads to his new room that Rodimus told him of.

On the way, he passes Bluestreak's room, and peers inside.

He watches the silver mech look up at his potrait he kept above his desk, of himself, Prowl and Smokescreen as sparklings when the twins were born, with his dad, Proton and his mum, Luna.

Stealth was aware of who Proton was. Soon to be ruler of Cybertron as he was a descendant of Primus himself. Stealth knew the closer he got to Bluestreak, the closer he got to finding out more of this weapon. Identical twins knew everything about one another.

He walks passed the room, and peers inside Jazz's room, next door to Bluestreak's.

He noticed Jazz by his stereo player, giant headphones round his next, drums and guitars playing.

'A music lover.' he smirked to himself.

He walks passed, and finds his room, opposite to Jazz's. He heads inside, and gasps.

He recognizes the desk that belonged to Prowl, the datapads, and smiles wickedly. He is in the room that once belonged to Prowl.

'This will be easier than I thought.'

He notices something out the corner of his optic, and he turned around, looking at his reflection in a small mirror on the wall, leveled with his face. He looks around, and at the entrance to the room, and punches the mirror.

'Much better' and he walks away from the mirror.

As he did, a faint mist shows in the mirror, and a white head, red horns, and blue optics stares. It was like the face was inside the mirror. It watches Stealth walk away, and then it vanishes.

Stealth peers inside the desk draws, finding no papers, no datapads, just emptyness.

'Much harder. He wouldn't leave codes to this weapon would he!'

He peers into the cabinets, nothing. The nearby door, leading to an empty storage room, but only a little, tiny hole in the centre, shaped like an oval.

'Just a hole' he walks away from it.

As he turned left towards the entrance, the mist appears again, and a tall white and black figure stands there. It watches Stealth walk towards the berth, adjusting it, and settling into recharge.

The figure becomes more solid. Tall. White and black. Doorwings? Red horns? Police badge on the wing? PROWL?

He walks towards the desk, opens the draw, looks inside, closes it, and disappears quickly.

Stealth shoots up, looks around, and goes back into recharge.

The next day...

Jazz wakes up early as the newly appointed SIC, to work on the datapads, and monitor security around the base.

Standing infront of Teletraan 1, he looks at all the security cameras set up, and notices 1 only shows black and white fuzzy lines.

He sees the room of the camera installation, 'Room 32', realizing that was right next door to his room.

Jazz rushed off to the chamber next door, and finds the door opened. When he peers inside, he finds no one there. He checks the owner codes, pausing, remembering they weren't changed from when Prowl had worked in this room. Then he remembered Stealth. Primus he hated him.

Walking inside, finding the security camera, he reaches up, and takes it off the stand, before fixing it.

Behind him, the mist forms again, the winged black and white figure appearing again.

Jazz conitnued attending to the camera, before hearing the sound of a draw opening. He froze, and slowly turned around.

There was no mist, but he catches the draw of the desk slightly opened. Jazz looked around before walking towards the desk, and peering at the draw. Empty. Then he notices a little gap. Carefully placing his finger in the gap, he opens a little space storage in the draw. There was a stack of papers, titled 'IMPORTANT!'

Looking round incase anyone was there, Jazz pulls out the papers, and quickly scans through each page. Criminal reports, jail reports, death penalties. What was Prowl doing with all this? Jazz thought to himself.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he closes the secret hatch, closes the draw, and walks back over to the camera, quickly fixing it.

But the sound of the footsteps sounded in the room. Jazz looked around, before catching the broken mirror.

'Stealth!' he growled. Luckily he kept a spare mirror. 'This is for Prowler's memory. Everything must remain as it was.'

As he removed the broken mirror, he sees a tiny oval shape hole in the wall. Peering inside, all he could see something a white colour. Jazz thought nothing of it, and puts up the new mirror. 'Perfect.'

Then the white face appears in the mirror reflection. Jazz falls backwards flinching. Quickly getting to his feet, the face was gone.

'Phew...' he caught his breath. 'That's creepy,' as he turned around.

A white face appeared right infront of him, only inches from his face. Jazz stumbles back. He looks up at this white and black figure with the doorwings and red horns.

'Prowler?'

It nods.

'But... Oh. Your ghost?'

It nods. 'Thanks for realizing.'

Jazz stood, mouth dropped open.

'Jazz... I'll stay here... in this room... forever...'

The mist fades, so does Prowl.

Jazz wiped his optics to make sure he wasn't hallucination, or dreaming. He looks back, sees the camera still not fixed. He wasn't dreaming alright.

He quickly fixes the camera, and heads back to Teletraan 1.

Because he was fixing the camera, no sign of Prowl being caught on the camera, so he couldn't show Rodimus for his view of this mist.

Hours passed before everyone was awake.

'Stealth, your first duty. Scout out for Decepticon signatures, and report back with 2 hours.' Rodimus ordered.

'Yes sir.' Stealth transformed and drove off.

Jazz hadn't forgotten about the papers, and so sat in his office going through them.

He came across convicted criminals in the past. He scanned the names...

'Pile-Up, Wind-up, Aerial Ace, Fury, Dynamic... There's are all convicted Autobot spies.' Jazz said to himself. He continued scanning the papers. 'Thief, rape, assault, why was Prowler looking up this.' Jazz finds a pile of papers stappled together, the first paper with the name 'Steal-Thind' Jazz thought that name sounded similar to someone he knows recently.

He finds a datapad, and writes up 'Steal-Thind' and circles (Steal) (Th) Stealth! Jazz gasped. He read through the rest of the sheets. 'Convicted of killing Autobots Aqua, Classic, Striker, Starlight' Oh great Primus! Jazz highlights the phrase 'Causing considerable damage to the home of Lord Proton and Lady Luna while working as the head servant, convicted of procession of dangerous fire arms and lethal weapons!' He looked at 'Occupation' and gasped, when it read 'Decepticon'.

Jazz didn't know why Stealth was here, nor why he was already chatting to Bluestreak too much. But from he had experienced, seeing a 'Ghost' of Prowl, he was certain Prowl wanted him to find those papers. He was certain now! Stealth was pretending to be an Autobot to kill them all, with reports to Galvatron.

Stealth was on his mission, but instead of following the route he was suppose to take, he takes the dark route, to Decepticon headquarters.

There he walks inside, coming face to face with his leader Galvatron.

'Welcome back Steal-Thind!' Galvatron said.

Stealth opened a keypad in his arm, pressed a button, and his body changed all over into a dark purple and red evil warlord, with a black cloak, a belt with two swords dangling on each side, and a backpack storage with guns and ammunition.

'Yes my master. I'm back with the latest update.' Steal-Thind replied.

'Continue, my best warrior!'

'I've seemed to befriend Prowl's twin, Bluestreak. And the old fool, Rodimus and Kup have lend me the room of Prowl. I did search his desks, but found nothing. The whole place was cleared out, and no sign of any weapon.'

'Fool! Would they leave stuff in a room once belonging to a wise Autobot to be found by someone they just met. Of course not! Obviously they've taken it and hidden it in alarm place. Go back and search!'

'Yes sir! Plus, Autobot Jazz, I can tell he doesn't like me very much. He seems taken aback and rarely talks to me. He's a suspicious one as your pointed out my leige!'

'Good. Once the clumsy Autobot is convinced you are a traitor to his team, he will be seen as crazy, and placed in protection away from you! They'll think he's crazy! But they should know, trust their team mate, never a friend they never knew. Never judge a character by it's appearance!'

'I understand my liege. I will return!'

Steal-Thind left the base, and changes back to his 'Stealth' character.

'Oh... they'll think he's crazy. As you think of me, my leige. Unlike Starscream, my time will come, sooner than you think.'

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