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

6. Discussing matters

Title: Messages from the grave!

Chapter 6 - Discussing matters

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

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

Stealth had already arrived at base. Heading to his office, he notices Jazz wasn't back.

'Huh. Still recovering from that blow.'

He walked straight into Jazz's room, and walks towards his desk. He rushes through the draws, the storages, but no sign of the papers.

'What are you doing?'

Stealth flinched, very startled, when he saw Bluestreak at the door.

'This is Jazz's office.'

'I know Blue..' Stealth said, trying to cover up being caught. 'Jazz... borrowed something of mine, and I guess he forgot to return it, and I need it back now.'

'Oh. What was it?'

Stealth felt uneasy now, and thinked of something Jazz would borrow. He thought of the papers, and thought of a good idea.

'Oh, Jazz had some paperwork of mine, and a datapad of blueprints of a device, and I need them back.'

Bluestreak looked confused, but shrugged. 'Jazz isn't back, so I would wait for him to return before asking.' and he walked off.

'Phew.' Stealth quickly carried on his search.

Jazz dashed towards Autobot headquarters, and transformed!

And the very mech standing there, in the rec room with everyone else, was Bluestreak. He saw Jazz pull up, and so asks him.

'Jazz? Why did you borror papers and a datapad of stuff off Stealth?' he asked.

Jazz seemed rather confused as to why Bluestreak asked, then he realized. 'I didn't Blue! Wait here!' and he dashed past Bluestreak.

'Hey! Jazz!' he called out, but Jazz was already down the corridor. Bluestreak sighed. 'He really doesn't like Stealth.'

Jazz dashed into his chamber, finding no one there. He ran to his desk, and opened the draw, and opened the secret storage. Thankfully the papers and datapad were still there.

'Phew...'

'See what I mean.'

Jazz sees Prowl seated on the far seat on the other side of the room.

'Those paperwork and datapad are all he cares about. Nothing will stop him getting that code. But you have the code in the paperwork. You were head of Special Operations, I'd knew you figure out the code.'

'But... he lied to Bluestreak! Lied that I borrowed something from him! He's using Bluestreak as an advantage over meh!'

'It's true he's using my brother to seem as though you hate Steal-Thind. But of course we hate Steal-Thind. But Bluestreak doesn't know that. He's found a friend with lots in common, and Steal-Thind thinks you're trying to feel left out, want to tell everyone about Steal-Thind being a traitor, and of course my brother will feel lots of emotions. He's young Jazz. I wouldn't want to see him go through all that pain.'

'But when Steal-Thind gets the chance, he'll make Bluestreak in much pain after learning his once friend is a traitor.'

'I figured as much. But I know I won't see Bluestreak feel hurt, will I?'

'No Prowler. Bluestreak's a great pal of meh. I won't allow that.'

Prowl smiles.

Stealth had nearly had those papers, but thanks to Bluestreak, he was caught out.

'Jazz said he didn't borrow nothing of yours! Why did you lie?' Bluestreak confronted him.

Stealth nearly fumed, but calmed down. Jazz was next door, and he didn't want him, or ghost Prowl, to interupt!

'Well... See..' as he closed the door shut.

'Hey!' Bluestreak cried.

As the darkness fell, only the one light on the ceiling shown. Bluestreak looked ahead, and saw Stealth walk towards him, in a creepy way that made him step back. He gasped as Stealth, pressed that button on his arm, and his appearance changed. Bluestreak gasped.

'Steal-Thind!'

'So glad of you, to know my REAL name!' he spoke, really evily.

'Bro looked up your report! You were the one bro was talking about, the one who was responsible for all the damage to Praxiens, and mum's death!'

'Correct! Anymore negative points you wish to mention!' Steal-Thind adds.

'You're a criminal! Leave me alone!'

Bluestreak made for the door, but Steal-Thind was quicker then he, and grabs him around the neck, holding a gun to his head. 'Say anything, and I'll blow your memory bank out, and watch the light leave your optics! Or I can just shoot Jazz instead!'

'No!'

'Promise you won't tell, ANYONE!' Steal-Thind activated his gun, making it whirr to life.

Bluestreak listened to the sound of the gun ready to fire, and he gave in. 'Fine! For mine, and Jazz's life spared! You'll be stopped anyway!'

'Oooo... Who will stop me! Your dead brother! HA!'

He let Bluestreak go, and the mech ran off.

Steal-Thind smiles, and changes into his disguise.

He heads to the security room, where Kup was.

'Stealth? What you doing here?' Kup asked.

He gasped as Stealth pulls out his gun, and blasts him. Kup falls unconsious, and Stealth takes his place on the seat, looking through all the cameras.

He caught Jazz in his room. He sees the visored mech looked at the door, and picks up all the papers, and when he walked towards the door, he dropped the datapad. Stealth glimmed at the datapad, optics wide open in evilness.

He smiled. 'I thought he was smart, shooting that camera in his chamber. Lucky Kup repaired it, the old fool!' he looked at Kup's unconsious body on the floor. 'Too bad he won't be around the enjoy the show.'

He drags the body to the cupboard, throws him inside, and locks it tight!

He left the room, whistling as if nothing happened, and swings the key around his finger.

Jazz walks into the rec room, looks around, and sees Ultra Magnus. 'Seen Prime?'

'In his office. Rodimus isn't doing much at the moment, so feel free to see him.' Ultra Magnus replied.

'Thanks Magnus.' Jazz run off.

Bluestreak, who was leaning on the corner wall of the room, felt the tip of a gun brush the side of his head.

'Say anything, and you'll know what will happen!' he heard Stealth whisper into his audio.

Bluestreak had to stop himself spilling a tear.

Jazz runs off, finding Rodimus in his office (Well, Optimus' old office), and the leader looks up, seeing Jazz rush in. 'Whoa Jazz. You look like you've seen a ghost.'

'Rodimus, I need to discuss something with ya.' Jazz said.

'Take a seat.' Rodimus said. 'What do you need my help with?'

'Prime... I'm just gonna say it. Stealth is an intruder!'

'What?' Rodimus was shocked to hear his SIC say that about a gifted soldier. 'Why do you make this allegation?'

'It's true Prime!' Jazz continued. 'Prowler knew so too.'

'How is Prowl suppose to tell you that when he's gone?'

'Because I talk to him! His ghost I meant! I found these among his desk.' Jazz places the stack of paperwork on Rodimus' desk, including the datapad. He hands the datapad to Rodimus, who inspects it.

'Project ARK1491. The prototype rebuild of ARK1001. And why do you show me this?'

'It's what Stealth wants! He wants this prototype to activate some sort of machine!'

'Jazz, the machine used with the prototype was lost to the stars. ARK1001 was destroyed. ARK1491 is hidden!'

'Well if Stealth wants it, obviously he had the machine!'

'Jazz. I'm getting tired with all this nonsense! If you find proof to back up your allegation, then I'll be happy to listen! But if not, then it's time in the stockcade that will do your processor good!' Rodimus told him.

'I'm the proof sir!'

Jazz and Rodimus both turned their head, as Prowl walked through the wall.

'Are you prepared to listen to me instead?'

Rodimus' mouth dropped open in shock!

Bluestreak entered, trying to find Jazz, he saw Prime's shock face, he turned, and his mouth dropped open.

'Hello bro.'

'Let me get this straight,' Rodimus said. 'Stealth is really a bounty hunter, hunting Autobots, and Decepticons! He only joined Megatron, now Galvatron, to know more of the prototype, and he was the one who boosted the Decepticons' weapon output, ending Prowl's life. Now he knows Prowl was the one in control of the prototype, and Stealth, really Steal-Thind, the most wanted criminal in the Galaxy, wants to take over Cybertron, and hates Praxiens!'

Jazz looked at Prowl, Prowl nodded, Jazz turned back to Rodimus. 'Pretty much.'

'But where is Stealth right now?' Rodimus asked.

'Left an hour ago. Said he had to go somewhere important,' Bluestreak replied.

'To his ship of course. Make sure the weapon is going to plan, for when he gets the prototype.' Prowl said.

'Well then, when he gets back, I want the team prepared for action.' Rodimus said.

Ultra Magnus runs into the room. 'We found Kup unconsious in the security room cupboard, but it's locked!'

'Steal-Thind has the key!' Bluestreak said.

'Steal-Thind?' Ultra Magnus said.

Everyone exchanged glances.

'Let me get this straight,' Ultra Magnus said. 'Stealth is really a bounty hunter, hunting Autobots, and Decepticons! He only joined Megatron, now Galvatron, to know more of the prototype, and he was the one who boosted the Decepticons' weapon output, killing Prowl onboard the shuttle. Now he knows Prowl was the one in control of the prototype, and Stealth, really Steal-Thind, the most wanted criminal in the Galaxy, wants to take over Cybertron, and hates Praxiens, being involed with Prowl and Bluestreak's past!'

'Pretty much what Prime said.' Jazz said.

'But Stealth returned a few minutes before I came in,' Ultra Magnus said. 'He was heading to the offices.'

'Everyone. Outside!' Bumblebee's voice shouted throughout the base. 'Decepticons!'

Rodimus knows the truth of Stealth/Steal-Thind.

Decepticons coming to attack!

Will Stealth be exposed! What are the consequences!

Find out next chapter!

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'