Messages from the GRAVE

by Transformersfan01

Prowl was killed in the war between good and evil! But he never departed! With paranormal experiences, and clues that were left behind, Jazz discovers paperwork in Prowl's office. And who's the new Autobot the joined the crew that no one had heard of

5. The war ship

Title: Messages from the grave!

Chapter 5 - All is revealed.

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

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

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

Autobot headquarters..

The next day...

Jazz was up earlier then usual, going through more of Prowl's paperwork, remembering Prowl had said he had information on the prototype in the files.

Finally, he comes across a secret datapad, with a lock, a passcode on it, so no one could access it.

Jazz tried different combinations, ****, ******, **********, (Cannot tell the guesses)

Then *********, and the lock disappears.

A whole lot of files started showing up on the screen. Files of the parts of the prototype, the functions, material, codes, Jazz was shocked at so much information.

'I see you found it.'

Jazz looks up, seeing Prowl standing before him.' Yeah. What is thes all 'bout?'

Sighs... 'Fine.. See, all these criminals, all had an advancement in technology. Steal-Thind, his ancestors, were related to my family, of Praxiens. His ancestor, disliked my great, great, grandfather.'

'Rynox?'

'Yes... The criminals all had conflicts with my ancestors, ending with their deaths, and them being sentenced to trial, and then the death penalty.'

'But that's illegal now on Cybertron.'

'It is now. But during that time, it wasn't, till dad stopped it continueing. See... Rynox had been promised by Primus, someone in his family, was of high importance, to end the war. Me, I'm just working on a prototype.'

'What's the prototype 'bout?'

Prowl looks around, and then at the camera, realizing it wasn't working, he leans closer. 'The prototype, was a rebuild of ARK1001.'

Jazz gasped in shock. 'Why?'

'What you must realize Jazz, this prototype isn't for use. Only for distraction. Steal-Thind, is indeed Stealth of your team. He has tracked down the prototype! And he won't get it. For distraction use, he can be stopped. My reports of the criminals are all evidence. See, he won't win this time!'

'Prowler... It sounds like you want revenge for what happened all those years ago.'

'No. I'm bringing down a wanted criminal from all over the Galaxy. Constantly changing identity, thief, assaults, this bot must be brough to justice. I'm part of this team, and I won't let him get away this time.'

Jazz understood. A wanted criminal to be brought to justice. But why didn't Rodimus know about this?

Stealth heads towards the chambers, and encounters Bluestreak along the way.

'Blue? You alright?' he asks.

Bluestreak shakes his head. 'Not really. I can still feel him... nearby everyday.'

'Who?'

Bluestreak looked at him. 'My twin!'

'That's impossible! Prowl's dead.'

Bluestreak blinked at this change of Stealth.

Stealth improvised here. 'Well... you told me that. He's gone now Blue.'

'But it feels like he's been around, for a while! He may have only left a week ago, but I can still feel him around. I'm his IDENTICAL twin, I should know!' With that Bluestreak walks off.

Stealth was taken aback, with a mixed of emotions. Surely he was to be a close friend to Bluestreak, enough to draw him away from Jazz.

All he needed was those papers, and he knew the bot who had them. But now armed with this information that Prowl's ghost was wandering the building, Stealth knew just where to find him. But he had to be aware Prowl would have passed on the information to Jazz, so now the SIC wouldn't trust him; finding some way to get him off the team!

He rushes off to Prowl's old office, and walks in, just as Prowl was walking through the wall from Jazz's office after the information spilling.

'Hello again!'

Prowl stopped in his tracks, and turned towards Stealth. 'What do you want criminal?'

'Oh I'm the criminal! Think about that Prowl! Yeah I did do all those back thiefts and law breaking during my day, but YOU want me dead! That's against the death penalty. Besides, you're dead! You can't do anything!'

'You can just watch me all day Stealth. I can put you our your misery, in the afterlife!'

'Watch you? I see right through you! A bot who wants revenge on his ancestors' misery! Well newsflash Autobot, I'm getting that prototype. And it isn't going to Galvatron!'

'You Decepticons only care for your own sake!'

'Me? A Decepticon? HA! Foolish Autobot!' Stealth was laughing. 'You think I actually work, for that old bot Galvatron. HA! I've my own needs. With that Prototype, and Cybertron in my grasp!'

'You've a lot of planning to do for that to be accomplished.'

'Oh I will be quicker than you think! Your twin!'

'You won't bring Bluestreak into this matter!'

'You're brother didn't like the fact Jazz went through your personal 'belongings', or told him that you were actually looking up criminals. HA! Bluestreak was so distraught. He'd rather by MY friend that Jazz's friend! When I do get those papers, I can persuade 'MY' friend to read them out, in his language! Think you can stop by persuading Jazz to continue your work! HA! Dumb as your dad!'

Prowl was burning up the more he heard. But taking deep breaths, he responded, 'We shall see...' and he disappeared.

Stealth smiled wickedly. 'Oh I will.'

Jazz continued looking through the datapad about the prototype. He looked at the files of the blueprints, the material, etc, learning more about this.

Some bits that concerned him, was the material was very rare on Cybertron, the use of the prototype was very useless, and why was Stealth after something useless?

Then he wondered...

He catches Stealth walking passed the door, an evil smirk on his face. Jazz quickly locked the datapad, packs all the work into the secret compartment of his desk draws, and sneeks out after Stealth.

The mech transformed and drove off into the distance, as Jazz transforms into his Porsche 935 turbo, and follows him.

Out the city, and into the nearby woods...

There Stealth transformed, and pressed a button on his arm, changing into his other look. Jazz gasped. 'Steal-Thind!'

Steal-Thind lifted his head, and quickly turned around, finding Jazz.

'Oh... You decided to follow me then! All alone!' he laughs evily.

'Steal-Thind! Wanted criminal!'

'Yes, yes. You've heard of me,... in a negative way. HA! Who'd believe a silly bot like you to blurt out everything about me to your comrades! They'd think you're crazy! Put in the stock-cades for a rehab session! You think you can tell on me to everyone, especially that silver Praxien! Said his brother has returned from the dead! HA! Asking you to finish his work of taking over me! HA! You're nothing Autobot! NOTHING! Absolutely worthless, just like Prowl was, when that shot burnt his processor inside out! Scavenger was a fool, using his weapon, which I boosted to max power, increasing the chance of killing that Praxien!'

'Insuling FOOL! Decepticon weapons would only damage armour, never penetrate it deeper! You did that to all the Decepticons weapons!'

'I joined them before the great war, offered my boost in the weapons to kill all Autobots. My main goal was taking out Proton, high Lord of the council on Cybertron, direct descendant of Primus, and soon to be leader of Cybertron! Three sons! 2 dead! One remaning! Oh, here's the catch! Tell of me, and I'll be sure to raise my gun to the back of Bluestreak's head, BANG! In one go!'

'You're crazy man!'

'Crazy? But powerful!'

Steal-Thind aims his gun, fires, and everything went black!

Back at base...

'Rodimus. I can't find Jazz anywhere, or Stealth.' Bluestreak was really getting worried now.

'The cameras show that Stealth left the base, probably for his patrol earlier, but it shows Jazz appear to be following him, as if spying on him.' Kup replied.

'Well Jazz isn't already friendly with new comers, especially ones he hasn't heard of before. He probably doesn't like him and is investigating him. But that's now legal in the base. So I'll have to question him when he returns.' Rodimus said.

In the woods...

Jazz had woken up after being unconsious for Primus knows how long. That blast he took must have really damaged his processor, sending him down the hill, towards the lake, where he had landed.

He ran a scan through his systems, making sure everything was alright. It showed everything was alright.

He cleaned the mud off his visor, before looking back at the lake, nearly falling backwards in shock.

Prowl, standing there in the middle, looking right back at him. 'Now you know. Steal-Thind mustn't be allowed to continue. Follow me.'

Jazz watched as Prowl sank into the water. Jazz applied the cover over his face, and walks deeper and deeper into the lake.

Underwater now, he smiles at the fish swimming by, happily swimming. A seahorse silently swimming.

He spots Prowl ahead, swimming right up a large section of the lake underwater. Jazz gaspes.

A huge underwater ship! He could pick up Cybertronian signals inside. An abandoned ship underwater in a lake on Earth. He catches a small logo on the side of the ship. He gasped. The same logo on Steal-Thind's arm when he encountered him an hour earlier.

'Steal-Thind's ship?'

'Yes. But we cannot look inside, until he gets the time to visit his ship when he goes on patrol.'

'That's explains when 'e came back once with drips of water on him, blaming it on the rain, when there was no rain according to the weather.'

'Yes. He visits his ship, working on his machine that we be activated by the prototype. It can wipe us out!'

'What?'

Prowl looks at him. 'The prototype ARK 1491, was a rebuild of ARK1001. ARK 1001 was a prototype, capable of burning the processors of Cybertronians. It wasn't used for that use, but the Decepticons got a hold of it, wiping out races on Cybertron, mostly the Praxiens, being the lovers of fighting, and so were wiped out almost completely. But the Autobots counteracted, with a rebuilt prototype of ARK1001, ARK1491. It wasn't completed fully, until I was the one to complete it. My order by Optimus was to complete it, and so I did. It also has another effect. ARK1001 was the activation key to a very powerful weapon on Cybertron. If activated, Cybertron is under the control of whoever makes it theirs. I also added a passcode, but it's hidden within the files on the datapad. The prototype, is hidden in Autobot headquarters; only I know where it stands at this moment. But I cannot say. I knew you'd be smart to know this, so I entrust the mission to you Jazz. Will you continue my work, and bring Steal-Thind to justice?'

Jazz nodded. 'I wil Prowl.'

Prowl nodded. 'Thank you. I entrust the plans to you. But mind, the Praxien language in that datapad, I know it'll take a while for Bluestreak to work out, but dad returns tomorrow. He'll know about this work, so ask him for the translation. Steal-Thind would've made a fool out of my brother, but not my dad. Please finish my work off. I can help, but not all the time, not to make my presense known.'

'But...' Jazz went to protest, but didn't want to let his friend down.

'Thanks. But just now after that blow to your head, Steal-Thind must have gone back to base. He won't find those papers, or the datapad! Hurry back now...'

Jazz nodded, and swam to the surface, rushing back to base as fast as his wheels could turn.

So Stealth, or Steal-Thind wanted criminal all across the Galaxy. Will he be stopped? By a ghost's work?

Find out in more chapters to come.

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P.S. I have used photoshop to design a 'book' cover for this story. Check out my deviantart page, and find the book cover in my gallery, titled 'Messages from the GRAVE book cover'.