A/N: OH MY GOD! I ALMOST FORGOT! It's like 10: 30 P.M here, so technically I DIDN'T MISS IT! Today has been one of those days. I slept till 1P.M and then As soon as I wake up my mom is like, "We're going to the movies!) So I had to rush to get ready, and then When we got to town, 30 miles away, we find out my mom didn't actually see the time for the movie. It started at four forty. Sigh. Anyways. It's just been like that all day, and all my times are all messed up right now.

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Hound had never been so overwhelmed in his life. Kaon. It was a crumbled city. There were bots sitting on the side of the road. Other were standing, glaring at him and Bluestreak.

Bluestreak calmly walked forward. His pedes making an echoing click with every step. The spot they were headed to certainly didn't bring back very fond memories. None at all.

The two walked into the building, and were greeted with a boom of sound. Then all at once, the place went silent.

Bluestreak and Hound stood awkwardly as a bot Bluestreak recognized stepped forward. His red paint shimmered as he pushed through the crowd. He smiled to Bluestreak and Hound, and leaned up against the green bot.

Hound jumped at the touch of the mech's servo. Bluestreak jumped into action.

Within seconds the servo was gone, and the mech was on the ground. Bluestreak had one ped on his back holding him down, and a rifle aimed at the mech's helm. "Don't touch him."

"Alright! Alright! Just let me up, Silverstreak. What brings you back here, anyways." The red mech smirked.

Bluestreak glared down and slowly removed his pede, but the rifle remained. "We're here for business, Sideswipe."

"You remembered my designation! I'm so flattered!" Sideswipe rolled over onto his back. He sent a smile up to Bluestreak. "I hope it isn't the same business as last time."

"You are this close to making it that kind of business!"

Hound stepped forward and moved Bluestreak's rifle away from Sideswipe. "Let's all just calm down. We're attracting attention."

Bluestreak glanced around. Hound was right. All optics were on them. Some were glaring, and others seemed slightly surprised. He brought his rifle down to his side in a grudging manner. "We're recruiting for the new Prime."

"Ironic." Sideswipe muttered.

"Shut up!"

"Well, you're in luck. My brother and I were looking forward to jumping on the new Prime's bandwagon!" Sideswipe sent a smirk to Bluestreak.

Bluestreak frowned, and slowly backed away. "Why? He already knows."

Hound glanced between the two with curiosity. "I think I'm going to go find recruits over there. Oh! The yellow mech looks interested!"

Sideswipe gave Hound a snort. "That's my brother."

Hound deflated. "Oh. I see. How about that guy!" He pointed to a huge mech with green and silver.

"He's already aligned himself with the Decepticons. You won't find many bots here who haven't."

Bluestreak continued staring at Sideswipe. "Hound, will you please go get me some high grade."

Hound turned back to Bluestreak. He was about to say something about protocals for not drinking on duty, but something about Bluestreak's broken look said that he really needed the high grade. "Yeah, sure. I'll be back in klik."

Bluestreak watched as Hound left. "What do you want? Why do these things always come back to haunt me?"

Sideswipe shrugged. "How the frag should I know? I barely know you. I was being serious though. Me and brother are willing to join the Autobots, if they willing to have us."

Bluestreak shrugged. "They took me in, didn't they?"

Sideswipe nodded for Bluestreak to follow him. "So, Lord Bluestreak."

Bluestreak frowned. "Shut up." He followed Sideswipe, and sat down beside the yellow mech, Sunstreaker.

Hound quickly came running up with four cubes. "I got some for all of us!" He passed the cubes around and smiled as the bar quickly filled with sound again. "They sure got lively fast."

Sideswipe laughed. "They found out you weren't enforcers. They've been coming down a lot."

Bluestreak took a sip of his high grade. Sunstreaker just stared at him. He didn't touch his cube, or even move. He just stared. Bluestreak's door wings twitched under the gaze. "Can I-?"

"No." Sunstreaker answered. "You didn't bother mentioning who exactly you were doing business for."

Sideswipe and Hound went silent. "Sunny, I don-"

"Don't call me that." Sunstreaker glared at Bluestreak. "Silverstreak my aft."

Bluestreak took another swig of his drink. "I had no choice."

"No choice? Sides and I never have a choice. You? You had a choice."

"You don't even know me enough to say that!" Bluestreak stood up quickly, his chair tumbling to the ground. "Do you think life is just something you can violently fight through! It's easy enough for you to kill! You're a gladiator! Sliver told me that you were one of the best! It's probably easy! You don't have the conscience that torture's the rest of us!"

Hound awkwardly stared between the two as the bar slowly quieted to see, and hear the fight.

Sunstreaker glared at Bluestreak. His blue optics narrowing into dangerous slits. "I don't think you know what you're talking about." He stood up, and stared down at Bluestreak. "Maybe you should be a little more scared. After all, I don't have a conscience. I just kill for fun. I find pleasure in it."

"That's not what I-"

"Not what you meant?" Sunstreaker shook his helm. "You said it. What else could have meant. You think me and my brother fight for fun, and not for our lives. You think we get off on it!"

Hound slowly stood up. "I think we should calm down. None of want to hurt each other. I mean B-"

Sideswipe placed a servo on Hound's shoulder and shook his helm.

Bluestreak looked down at the ground. "We both misunderstood. I apologize."

"No, you don't. You're just saying that you apologize because you have nothing left to defend your actions with. You're lower than I am. I bet your whole family thinks like you. They're probably lower than dirt, just like you."

Bluestreak glared at Sunstreaker. "What did you say?"

"You and your family are nothing but slagging fraggers."

Bluestreak snapped. His rifle was out faster than anybody could react to. Pointed straight for Sunstreaker's helm. "Repeat it."

Sunstreaker didn't even flintch. "I said-"

"Sunny!" Sideswipe yelled. "Will you just stop? He apologized, and you're just edging the mech on! Just stop."

Sunstreaker growled. "I'm not done with him, Sideswipe."

Sideswipe sighed. "Sunstreaker, drop it. He's here to recruit for the Prime. The more you two fight the more awkward the voyage to Iacon is."

Bluestreak slowly lowered his rifle. "I don't care what you say about me. Leave my family out of it. Hound, we're heading out."

"Back to Iacon? Already?"

"You heard them. Most of the bots here are already recruited by Megatron. It's a waste of resources being here." Bluestreak turned to Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. "You two are free to come with us, if you're still interested in the Autobot's Armed forces." He slowly turned away from the group, and began walking away.

Hound looked to the twins. "I, uh-"

"Let's go, Sideswipe."

"We're still going?"

Sunstreaker glared. "You want to, don't you?"

Sideswipe glanced down to the ground. "I-I do."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Hound smiled as the two followed Bluestreak out. He stood for a moment before he frowned. "I guess I should go too. I don't think I'd survive here for very long!" He quickly ran out of the bar.

Hound walked awkwardly with the other three mechs. He released a sigh. "Guys it's getting late. We should find-"

"We have to make it to Praxus." Bluestreak interrupted. "At least there we can sleep on berths. It's not very far. I promise."

Hound nodded. "I forgot you're from Praxus. What's it like. My creators sent my brother there to study, and he said he nearly died from culture shock."

Bluestreak frowned. "It's nice. I guess. I can't say I've really been able to enjoy it lately."

Sideswipe popped his helm between the two. "You can't enjoy your own city?"

Bluestreak shrugged. "Not really. I mean. I go off once, and get in one accident and you'd think my Sire lost his mind."

Sideswipe frowned. "You still live with your Sire?"

Bluestreak frowned. "I didn't for a while, but then I got in debt, and the debt collectors got so bad I had to go back."

"How bad can debt collectors be?" Sideswipe snorted.

Sunstreaker grunted. "They can't be that bad. You're just a wimp."

"They tore apart my apartment. I mean, I wasn't really worried about me. I was more worried abo-" Bluestreak stopped his helm fell to the side. "Jazz?"

The black and white mech stood at the entrance of Praxus city. His visor bright with excitement. "Blue! Mah main mech!"

"Wha-"

"Synchro said ya were gonna be coming!"

"How did he-"

Jazz glanced over to Bluestreak. "Remember when ya said you knew all and saw all and was all?"

"Jazz, that was forever ago."

"Synchro knows all, sees all, and is all." Jazz smirked as he glanced behind Bluestreak. "Oh? And who is this?"

Bluestreak frowned. "This is Hound. Sideswipe. And Sunstreaker. Can you take them home, and make sure they get rooms?"

Jazz gave Bluestreak a worried look. "Prowler told meh to make sure ya got home. Ah'm not allowed ta let ya go to Node's."

Bluestreak frowned. "Jazz, I reall-"

Jazz grabbed Bluestreak's servo. "Nope!" Jazz started pulling Bluestreak forward. "You mechs coming?"

Sideswipe looked over to Sunstreaker. "I like him."

Sunstreaker rolled his optics. "Yeah, great. Last thing I need."

Sideswipe smiled. "You love me."

"I only love you because you're my split spark twin. There is no other reason."

Prowl sat in front of Synchro. "The enforcers are demanding to know your allegiance in this war." Prowl frowned at the data pad. "Chief Salvo says, if you don't answer with in the decaorn he'll mark you as an enemy to Praxus."

Synchro sighed. "Who all did he send this out to?"

"Apparently, it is a campaign. All enforcers in all cities are sending these out to their major underground groups, asking for the same information."

Synchro nodded. He pressed a button on his computer. "Charger, connect me to the Archivists."

Charger's face filled the screen. A smirk was highly visible. "Which ones, sir?"

Synchro glared. "Are you fragging me?"

"No, but you wish I were." Charger smirked

"Who is feeding you these lines?" Synchro glared. "I don't know who it is, but they need to stop making you such a smartaft. I need Iacon's underground. The Archivists, Please. Tell Mags I have a code 45 emergency meeting is requested for all of us."

Charger frowned. "Yes, Sir!"

Prowl frowned. "Are you sure?"

Synchro nodded. "Yes. It's needed right now. Can I ask why you sent Jazz out?"

"Bluestreak is passing through. Ironhide informed me. I want him to stay here tonight."

Synchro nodded. "You can expect Striker to be here as well. As soon as I sent that alert out. The bosses are going to start arriving right and left."

Prowl nodded. "I know. I will try and keep Bluestreak away from it all."

"Prowl." Synchro leaned back in his chair. "I need to ask you something."

"Yes?"

"Is this what you want to do? Do you want to be my heir, or are you just doing it because your battle computer tells you to?"

Prowl paused, and glanced down at his data pad. "My battle computer tells me that being your heir is highly illogical. I am not your creation. We are not truly related. It is more logical for you to ask somebody else."

Synchro sighed. "Prowl, never think we are not truly related. You may have been adopted, but Bluestreak and I love you just as we should. You are truly my grand-creation, just like Smokescreen."

"Striker does not approve of me though."

"Striker? You know about that?"

"I have been aware for a while. He is your pre-bonded, is he not?"

Synchro frowned. "Yes."

"He is also Bluestreak's Carrier?"

"Yes."

Prowl nodded. "Then it seems it matters if Striker approves of me or not."

Synchro shook his helm. "You couldn't be more wrong, Prowl. Just because Striker is one of Bluestreak's creators, does not mean he must approve. Striker is not the best mech, but for me, he is perfect. He is extremely opinionated, and we love destroying each other. We get off on it. If he would spend a couple of kliks in the same room as you, then I know he'd care for you just like he does Bluestreak."

Prowl stood up. "I am not so sure of that. We have gotten off topic. I will take my leave now."

"Prowl. One more thing." Striker held up a digit.

Prowl turned back. "Yes?"

Synchro smirked. "You're perfect."

Prowl's helm fell to the side. "I am only working at 94 percent accuracy. I am far from perfect." Prowl turned and left the room.

Synchro snorted. "Who keeps up with their accuracy?"