Optimus frowned as he and Elita-one walked up to the Helix group's estate. Elita-one stared ahead. "I'm saying this now, I don't trust them."

Optimus nodded. "I am aware." He raised an optic ridge as Jazz ran up to him.

"My main mech! Finally coming to Praxus, huh?"

"Jazz, why are you here?"

"Ah live here?" Jazz's helm fell to the side.

Elita-one glared at him. "You work for these mechs?"

"Now ya just jumpin' ta conclusions. Ah don't work here. Ah live here. Safest place ta live if ya ask meh."

"Well we didn't." Elita-one shot back her stress levels rising to maximum.

Jazz opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and smiled. Optimus sighed. "I am sorry, Jazz. Is Synchro ready to meet with us?"

"Huh? Oh, ah don't know. Ironhide is meetin' you for that."

"Ironhide? Optimus's new body guard?"

Jazz smirked. "Yep, he works for Synchro until he goes home with Optimus like a good little puppy!" Jazz grunted as a force impacted with his helm.

"Be lucky I don't beat mechs in front of femmes."

"Ironhide! How ya doing?"

"Fine, how are you, Jazz?"

"Well, Ah have a helm ache." Jazz rubbed his helm. "Don't know where it came from."

Ironhide raised and optic ridge. "I did not hit you that hard."

"So you say, but we all know you're just an old brute!"

"I helped raise you mech! Show some respect!"

Jazz smirked. "Naw, rather not. Respect has never really been my thing."

"Mercy hasn't really been mine either."

"Ah know." Jazz laughed. "Anyways. Optimus, Ironhide. Ironhide, Optimus."

The two mechs nodded. Ironhide bowed down. "It is my privilege."

"Please do not bow." Optimus sighed. "I doesn't feel right to me."

Ironhide nodded. "Alright, I won't bow, my lord."

"Just Optimus."

Ironhide raised an Optic ridge. "Really? The one time I try to show my manners off, and you shoot them down?"

Jazz smirked. "Now, Hide, he just doesn't like your face. I bet if ya covered it up, he wouldn't mind what you did."

Ironhide frowned. He slowly raised his fist up, and activated his cannon. "Three astroseconds." And Jazz was off. Ironhide lowered his cannon, and frowned at Optimus. "I'm sorry for him. Follow me, and we can get this meeting on a roll."

Prowl's door wings lowered against his back as Bluestreak's gaze landed on him. Bluestreak was upset when he found out Prowl was Synchro's new heir. He hasn't said anything yet, but Prowl knew.

Bluestreak's door wings were spread wide, but held up high. A distinct frown graced his faceplates, and his optics were lit up with disappointment.

Prowl frowned. "Bluestreak-"

"It's alright." Bluestreak interrupted. "I understand. It's your life, and if this is what you want to do, I don't mind. I just wish you would have told me about it sooner."

Prowl's door wings perked up. "Thank you."

Bluestreak smiled, and gave Prowl a pat on the helm "I love you, Prowl. It doesn't matter what you do, I'll always love you! You could kill… a… Pri..me…" Bluestreak's gaze became detached from reality as his smile fell. His servo slowly fell to his side.

Synchro frowned. "Bluestreak?" He slowly stood up, and rushed up to Bluestreak's side. "Bluestreak?"

Bluestreak jumped. "Huh? Oh, I'm okay! Don't worry about it, I'm okay! Did you see the news this morning? They were talking about the new Prime. I'm pretty sure I've seen him before, but I can't really remember where, if I really ever have seen him."

"Bluestreak, calm down." Synchro grabbed Bluestreak's sides. "Calm. Alright?"

Bluestreak nodded. "Yeah. Calm."

Synchro smiled. "Good."

Bluestreak glanced over to Prowl. "I'm sorry. Back on track. Why am I here?"

Prowl nodded. "You'll be our security."

"Pull out that beautiful rifle of yours, and strap it to your back! Intimidation is the biggest priority of this first meeting. Tomorrow will be the serious talk." Synchro explained.

Bluestreak nodded. "Alright." He pulled out his rifle, and…

Ironhide opened the door, and froze. Bluestreak was pointing his rifle right at Synchro's helm. Optimus Prime froze as well, as the pink femme, Elita-One went to work. She jumped onto the table. Grabbed the rifle out of Bluestreak's servos, and hit it against the base of his neck.

Bluestreak fell to the ground, in a small heap of Praxian metal. The room went silent.

Elita-One jumped down from the table, and pointed the rifle at Bluestreak.

Ironhide stepped forward as Elita-One huffed and puffed above Bluestreak. Prowl's optics were wide, and Synchro's mouth was covered by his servo. Optimus slowly walked forward. "Is everybody alright?"

Synchro reeled his helm back with laughter. "Oh Primus! Did that really just happen?"

Ironhide groaned. "I'm not taking him to Ratchet."

"You can't expect me to. I'm getting old, Ironhide. This protoform isn't as tough as it used to be!" Synchro smirked as Ironhide shook his helm.

"Let him sit there then." Ironhide growled.

Prowl stared at Bluestreak with wide optics. Elita-One looked around confused. "What's happening?"

Synchro walked over next to Elita. "You were very heroic, and everything, but that guy was mine. Perhaps you should take him to Ratchet."

"What?" Elita jumped away from Bluestreak. "I'm so sorry!"

"That's not going to get you out of taking him to Ratchet." Synchro turned to the door. "Charger, please lead this femme to Ratchet's."

Charger peeked from outside the room. "Alright. Do you want me to carry Lord Bluestreak?"

Synchro weighed his options. "Sure, this femme needs to prepare for Ratchet's wrath."

Charger nodded as he lifted Bluestreak onto his back and motioned for Elita to follow him.

As soon as the two left Optimus turned to Synchro "She will be okay?"

Prowl sighed. "She will be fine. Ratchet is the head doctor here. He is very… gruff, but I trust him with my life."

"You should, he's been taking care of you since you were this small!" Synchro smiled as he brought his servo down to his knee. He looked down at the ground fondly. "So cute."

Prowl glared.

Elita-One frowned as she followed Charger down the hall. She glanced at the gray form of the fallen Praxian. "Why did you call him Lord Bluestreak?"

"Because he is my lord."

"Wouldn't Synchro be your lord?"

"He is." Charger answered. "Lord Synchro is a very good Lord. He's kind, but knows when to assert his power. Crypt, and I are his right servo mechs. Prowl is his Heir."

"But what about Bluestreak?"

"Bluestreak is, well, I'm not really sure how to describe Bluestreak's place here. He only gets involved when his family is in danger."

Elita-one frowned. "Who is his family?"

"Who isn't his family these days." Charger chuckled.

Elita-One nodded. "I see." Elita-One jumped when Charger's face was right in her's.

"Why'd you hit Lord Bluestreak?"

"He was pointing a rifle at Synchro." Elita-One backed up.

"Bluestreak would never hurt anybody!"

Elita-One glared. "What if his family was in danger?"

Charger sent a glare of his own. His tone darkened. "Listen here, femme, every person in this building is trained to kill. Even Lord Bluestreak. None of us will react well if you're planning on trashing any of the higher ups. They brought us in when we had nothing left. They helped pay our debts to Striker off, don't go trying dig information up that you don't need to know."

Eita-one refused to back down. "I need to know what the frag you're hiding from me. Why is Bluestreak Lord Bluestreak? Why are you getting so defensive? And, What the frag your plans are for when this slagging war starts for real?"

"None of those things you need to know!" Charger turned on his heels as he started walking again. "So, how was your day?" His happy tone was back, stronger than before.

Elita-One refused to answer. She stomped up behind him, and stayed right behind him as she followed him down the confusing halls, until the two eventually made it to the Medical Bay.

The rows of sterile berths were empty, and Charger by passed them all. He carried Bluestreak into a private room at the end of the room. He walked out of the room, and walked to the office next door. "Ratchet?"

Elita-One stood in the center of the Med Bay staring at all the intricate designs carved into the wall. She ignored the sounds of opening closing doors as an engraving in the wall caught her attention. 'Family never ceases.' "Strange."

"Do you like what you fragging see?"

Elita-One jumped at turned to face the red and white mech. "It's nice?"

"What did you do, and why are you here?"

"Bluestreak." Elita-One pointed to the door Charger took Bluestreak in.

Ratchet nodded. "I am aware of that. I want to know why you are standing in the middle of the Medical Bay and not in the room attempting to apologize to the mech you beat."

"Why should I?"

Ratchet began twirling a wrench as Charger peeked out of the second room he went into. "Is it safe?" Ratchet launched the wrench at Charger. The wrench struck him right between the optics, and Charger slowly fell to the ground.

Elita-One's optics widened. "Wha-"

"Go into Bluestreak's room, and wait for him to online. You will apologize, and I will watch you. Synchro's orders."

Elita-One huffed, and glared at Ratchet as she marched into the room. Ratchet walked over to Bluestreak's side, and plugged a cord into the side of his neck. He typed a few things into a computer, and leaned back.

Soon enough Bluestreak onlined his optics and looked around. Elita-One sighed. "Bluestreak?"

"Ow. Yes?"

"I am Elita-One. I am here with Optimus Prime, a-"

"I DIDN'T MEAN TO! No, I did mean to! I-I-DON'T PUT ME IN PUNITIVE STASIS!" Bluestreak jumped off the berth, ripping the cord out of his neck, and sprinted out of the room.

Ratchet and Elita-One stared at the door that Bluestreak ran out of. Ratchet stood up. "Frag." He walked out of the room, and sighed. He walked over to Charger, and quickly started the process of onlining the mech.

Charger slowly sat up. "Ow! Ratchet, wh-"

"Bluestreak seems to have remembered, and he's running away from Elita-One thinking she's going to put him in punitive stasis."

Charger frowned. His optics dimmed and a few seconds late the brightened again. "Sychro said to locate him, and make sure he's alright."

Ratchet nodded. "Alright."

"Why does he think I'm going to put him in punitive stasis?"

Charger glared. "What the frag did I tell you? Don't dig. You don't need to know."

"She simply introduced herself. Bluestreak is the one who jumped to conclusions. Why didn't anybody bother to inform me he remembered?" Ratchet's servos where on his hips, and he glared at Charger.

"Nobody knew!" Charger stood up. "Can we just go find him?"

Ratchet glared. "We could, but I think you already know where he is."

Elita-One stood by and watched the two bots go back and forth. "Can I talk?"

"Stay out of it! It's your fault!" Charger growled.

A bang quieted the whole group. Synchro stood in the doorway with Prowl, Optimus, and Ironhide at his sides. "Shut up!"

The room went silent. Synchro glanced around. "Charger, it is not Elita's fault. Elita-One, I would prefer it if you did not dig in what you don't want to be involved in. Ratchet, good job."

Ratchet sighed. "Thank you, I suppose."

"Now," Synchro began, "we a have delicate mech to find, so I sent Scatter Frost and Sliver to look for him."

"Are you trying to get the mech killed?" Charger yelled.

"No. The two promised to be gentle." Synchro answered. He then turned to Ratchet. "He remembered in the room while he was talking to Prowl, I should have brought him here as soon as it happened, I am sorry, Ratchet."

Ratchet nodded.

Synchro turned to Elita-One, and Optimus. "Our meeting will have to be cut short. I hope you do not mind. May I suggest that you go to a bar that is not too far away. The owner is Node. Tell him I sent you."

"I would feel much better if I help look." Optimus suggested.

"No. He thinks you're after him."

"May I ask why?"

"You ask for permission a lot. Well, for a Prime." Synchro glared. "If you do not wish to go to the bar, Crypt can take you to your quarters. They are across from Ironhide's, and right next to each other."

"I would feel much better if I-"

"No!" Synchro glared. "You have your choices! This is a Helix group issue, one that was caused by me, so make your choice!"

"Synchro." Ironhide interrupted. "Calm down."

"Absolutely not!" Synchro yelled. His voice echoed off the walls. "Find Bluestreak right now! Make sure he knows that nobody will touch him. Not while I'm around!"

Ironhide sighed. "Yes, sir." He slowly turned, and led Elita-One, and Optimus Prime away.

Synchro sighed. "Slag it, Bluestreak! Get out of that closet!"

Charger smirked as Bluestreak peeked out of the Medical Bay supply closet. "Okay."

Prowl's helm turned to the side. "You were…"

Bluestreak smiled. "Yeah, it's okay though! So, I'm not going into punitive stasis?"

Synchro shook his helm. "No, Prowl designed the plan so that there would be no witnesses."

Bluestreak frowned. "But there was."

Synchro turned to Bluestreak. "Excuse me?"

"It was two Kaonians. They were twins." Bluestreak frowned. "I'm so sorry!"

Synchro cursed. "It's not your fault."

"The building that I was originally going to snipe from was destroyed so I went to the next best one, and those two were in there. They helped me out of the blue, and one refused to leave, I had to take the shot!"

"Blue, it's fine, as long as the two don't snitch. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe right?"

Bluestreak seemed surprised. "Yeah."

"You told Node, and Node told me.I didn't know they witnessed it though. I'll take care of it."

"Sire, don't hurt them, alright. They did help me."

Synchro looked back. He sighed. "Fine. By the way, if either Elita-One or the prime ask about this, do not answer them. Ignore them. Their questions are not to be answered."

"Okay." Bluestreak nodded.