A/N: HIII YOU GUYS! XD I started playing transformers legends, and I'm adicted. Somebody took my username though I was kinda sad. So if you wanna be allies, I'm Sumonetookmynam I couldn't fit that last e in there damn.

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: Yeah, you do. XD I'm not a Ninja. I never graduated Ninja School. -nods- That's why I'm a dropout. XD Damn that algebra! Golden god? That's a first. I bet he doesn't mind when people call him that! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

IBrokeThe4thWall: Ahh Unicron. I forgot about him. Wheelie's not so bad. He's kinda cute with his rhyming. (Sure he's useless, but he has his cuteness, and that's all that matters! XD)

Kyleisdabest: Maybe... :D I do admit to be a big Bluestreak/twin fan, but that's all you're getting out of me!

Paradiseeker: Thank you!

Shizuka Taiyou: XD Proabably, but who's going to be mean enough to try and get all his dirty secrets out? -Cough- Synchro -Cough-

Bluebutterflywitch: XD It takes a special kind of mech to run a bar. XD Jazz! Stop chasing her! Prowl can be so caring! -wipes away tear.-

Bluestreak groaned as he sat up. Where was he? He was at Node's, and- Oh, yeah, he got over-energized. Bluestreak rubbed his helm as a throb split his helm in two; one side wishing he was offline, and the other wishing he didn't drink so much the night before. "Ow."

Bluestreak sighed as he stood up off his berth, and flipped on the lights. He flinched as the bright filled the apartment. "Slag."

"This just in. Sentinel Prime has been confirmed as offline."

Bluestreak froze as his tank dropped. He did that. He quickly turned to the radio, and switched it off. He silently sat down on his berth, and looked down at his servos. They were so stained. So horribly stained.

Bluestreak fell back on his berth and offlined his optics. He didn't want to do anything today.

Prowl quickly walked down the hall to Synchro's office. The door swished open for him, and he nodded to the black and red bot. "Did you locate Bluestreak?"

"He is in his quarters. He went to Node's bar."

Prowl nodded. "Was he alright?"

Synchro sighed. "As alright as he can be. Prowl, you have to understand, this isn't Blue's first time. It's his third or fourth now. He'll be fine. He'll climb out of whatever he dug himself into.

"This assassination is more publicized. It's all over the news, the radio broadcasts. Rumors are flying through like a seeker. He can't climb out if he can't forget what is chaining him down." Prowl sat down.

Synchro leaned back in his chair. "You're right. The thing is though; Bluestreak likes to deal with these kinds of things on his own. He has a hard time controlling his emotions, and things come out of his mouth that he doesn't mean."

Prowl nodded. "I understand."

Synchro turned his chair, and looked out his window. "He's always been like that. He ran off because he was upset at me, and that was how he dealt with it. He wasn't too far away, but I felt like he left Cybertron. He is a very humble mech. If he needs help, he'll come to you, but don't expect him so soon. It'll take some time before he decides if he needs help or not."

Prowl nodded. "I see. He's always been so strong for me, I thought he never had moments like these. I suppose that everybody has these down moments. Those moments where they don't know what they are doing or where they are going."

"I suppose they do. It's what makes them who they are. It's what shapes them for the future." Synchro turned to Prowl. "I want you to become my heir."

Prowl stiffened. Why would Synchro be bringing this up now? "Excuse me?"

"I want you to be my successor. I want you to take over, and watch after Praxus with all your spark. I know you can do it. You can always refuse, if you don't want the position."

"What has brought this on?"

"I'm getting old, Prowl. Even for our people. Change is a necessary part of life, as is death."

"You're dying?" Prowl looked down at the desk.

"Slowly, yes." Synchro sighed. "Ratchet has confirmed it. He said I wouldn't have much longer. This old spark isn't what it used to be."

Prowl stood up, and bowed. "I would love to take over your position. I would love to take care of the Praxian people. I hope that I can only be as good as you are at it."

Synchro smiled. "You will be amazing, Prowl. I know you will. I want you to always remember, family is everything. I don't care what you have to do; protect it."

Prowl rose up. "Yes."

Synchro nodded. "I only wish I could have found your original creators. I could pound them into the dirt, and stomp out their sparks personally for you."

"I do not wish for that, Synchro. I do not hold any ill feeling towards them. It would be illogical. If it wasn't for them, I would have never become part of this family. I would have never felt the love that radiates all around me. I am happy that this happened to me. I am happy for everything that has occurred in my life. I am thankful for it. Everything."

Synchro nodded. "That makes me happy. Smokescreen told me the same thing. Bluestreak obviously did something right with you bad striker beat me to both sets."

"Bluestreak doesn't know about- wait what?"

"No, he doesn't know about me dying." Synchro shook his helm. "I do not wish him to. I do not want to hurt him more than he is. He has never been good with loss or death. I don't want to be the one to break him."

Prowl nodded. "I see. Now what do you mean, Striker beat you to both sets?"

"Oh, Striker Offlined your creators, and Smokescreen's." Synchro shrugged. "Bluestreak found your creators, well creator, first, an-"

"He found Terrabyte?"

"You remembered him?"

"I couldn't forget him." Prowl stood up. "I should get back to work."

Synchro frowned as Prowl slowly left the office.

Ratchet sighed as he looked over Synchro's data. His Spark was slowly fading. He was slowly losing strength. It wouldn't make a difference what Ratchet did at this point, their leader was slowly fading, and he couldn't do anything.

Ratchet slammed the data pad down on his desk. Slag it! He didn't become a medic to watch bots die helplessly! He became a medic to help bots! He wasn't doing a very good job right now.

Ratchet leaned back and offlined his optics. There was nothing he could do.

Jazz leaned back on the couch he sat on top of. "Orion, Ya see this?"

Orion, a Red and blue mech turned from his desk. "I heard about it yes. It was in some of the data I was in charge of archiving."

Jazz shook his helm. "Served him right."

"Jazz!"

"What ya expect. The mech was awful. It was only a matter of time."

"Sentinel was our Prime. I hope the council finds who did this, and punishes them rightfully." Orion sighed. "Megatronus got his meeting with the council. He wants me to go with him."

Jazz glanced back and smirked. "I don' really trust Megatronus, but it's not every day a bot can get in front of da council. Show 'em who's boss."

"They are the boss, Jazz."

Jazz chuckled. "Really. I beg ta differ."

Orion shook his helm. "When are you leaving?"

Jazz shrugged. "The trip ta Praxus is so long! I don' wanna go yet."

"I forgot you lived in Praxus." Orion sat down next to Jazz. "Is it as beautiful as I've heard?"

Jazz shrugged. "It's Praxus. Nothing special. Ah've lived there since ah was born."

"Nothing special?" Orion looked at Jazz with a shocked expression. "It is Praxus. The art and education center of Cybertron. Anybody who wants to learn anything goes there!"

Jazz chuckled. "It loses da charm after a while."

Orion leaned back on his couch. "I see." Orion sighed. "I am slightly worried about the council tomorrow with Megatronus. He is a great speaker, but I am afraid he doesn't know how to speak to bots in such a high caste."

Jazz sent a worried glance over to Orion. "Be careful, Mech." He shook his helm. "Ah don't trust that mech."

Orion shook his helm. "I know. You've said that already. I've had my doubts as well, but it seems he knows what he is talking about. I trust him."

Jazz nodded. "Ah'll be leaving tomorrow. Got work ta do, ya know?"

Orion smiled. "Yes, I know."

Jazz smirked back at the huge hunk of metal. "All ah'm gonna say is be careful. Da Council isn't somethin' ya wanna mess with."

Orion nodded. "It will mostly be Megatronus speaking. I simply got him the audience."

Jazz nodded. "Got it."

Bluestreak stood with his helm up against the wall. His helm slightly turned when his door opened. "Bluestreak, you should lay down." Synchro stepped into the room, and slowly walked forward to Bluestreak.

"I'm fine."

Synchro frowned. "Come on." He reached his servos forward, but they were shoved away.

"Don't look at me like that! I'M NOT SOMETHING TO PITY!"

"Blue?"

"Why?" Bluestreak slid down the wall. "Why me?"

"What do you mean?" Synchro stepped forward and crouched in front of the gray praxian.

"Why do I have to suffer like this? Why can't I just do something, and not feel any remorse at all?"

A metallic slap rang through the room. Bluestreak stared at his sire in shock.

Synchro shook his servo from the impact against his youngling's faceplates. "Feeling remorse is good. I would have shoved you into the pit if you felt no remorse at all." Synchro stood up. "It means you're not a murdering monster. You're Cybertronian like the rest of us, and you're a good one at that. Never regret feeling remorse. Never!"

Bluestreak stared down at the ground. "I may not be a monster, but I'm still a disgusting murderer. Killing somebody because they are bad people doesn't make me a good person! It makes me the same as them!"

Synchro shook his helm. "It is my fault you feel like this. I am to blame for your feelings. For that, I am sorry. As your sire, I am supposed to protect you from the pain you're feeling now. I am meant to make sure your life is filled with nothing but joy. I have failed."

Bluestreak shook his helm. "It's not your fault. You didn't kill anybody! Your servos aren't covered in the life energon of a bot! Your processor isn't filled with Corse's optics staring at you with hatred."

"Stand up." Synchro commanded.

Bluestreak slowly got up. His servos hung limply at his sides as he stared down at the ground with his dull optics.

Synchro wrapped the bot into an embrace. "You have to be strong. I have done many bad things in my life. I have murdered many, but I'll tell you something. You cannot look back on it. You cannot let yourself sink any deeper in the pits of despair. Fight your way out. Kick, punch, scratch, bite, do whatever you have to, because life is so much more than being stuck in dark places. You have Prowl and Smokescreen. Those two will be the lights guiding you through."

Synchro gave one last squeeze before he released the praxian, and slowly walked out of the room. Bluestreak stared at the door as it closed, letting the words of his wise sire sink in.