A/N:Yeah, sorry it's late. I seriously was going to update it on Friday, but I forgot... Now it's technically sunday, and I'm technically late. Poohie.

REVIEWS

Autobotschic: (33) Hey! No! He's my tactician. You can have Smokey or somebody. XD I have a neighbor who has a duck and two goats, and one of the goats act just like a dog, and he takes the thing around on walks and everything. XD The ducks sleep with the goats in this cute little huddle. XD Oh the joys of living on the countryside. (34) Is he evil, or is he smart? XD I don't think that threat will work on him.

IvoryCrawler: XD Not that much more, and I'll have another time skip. I think it's somewhere between five and eight chapters ahead. This part of the story is really a lot of getting the characters where they need to be and a big set up for things in the future. XD I guess it's just a lot of introducing characters and character development. XD After the time skip everything you just pointed out comes into play. Needless to say, I'm really excited for the next time skip. XD It's where a lot of things come into play.

Shizuka Taiyo: I decided against that! I was going to make them, but them I'm like , "Naawwww."

Prowl slammed his helm against his desk. Jazz chuckled. "What's got ya so upset?"

"You mean besides you causing me to glitch?" Prowl groaned.

Jazz shrugged. "Ya know how many cameras Red has? He can just flip da screens."

Prowl sighed. "Striker upsets me more than he should." He lifted his helm from the desk, and leaned back in his chair. "It irks me."

Jazz smirked at the irritated face the young mech carried. "Ya use ta upset meh."

Prowl stared at Jazz, his face softening. "I know."

Jazz laughed. "Ya didn't even mean ta. Ya just did! Mr. Goodie!"

Prowl sighed. "I am happy that stuck with me though."

"Don't worry 'bout it, mech. Ah'm ya friend! Bestest friend!"

Prowl nodded. "I thank you for that." A knock echoed through the room, and Prowl pressed a button. The door slid open, and Bluestreak walked in. "Bluestreak. How are you?"

"I'm good." Bluestreak smiled.

Prowl frowned, noticing the small hiccup that accompanied his sire's voice. "You've been crying?"

"NO! Well, yeah, but it's fine. I'm okay. I'm still trying to deal with Sire, and I'm not completely okay with myself either. Yo-"

"Bluestreak, How would you try to persuade somebody to join your side if they absolutely hate you?" Prowl asked, changing the subject for the gunner.

Bluestreak frowned. "Are you talking about Striker? Don't worry about him. He said he supports the Prime."

Jazz frowned. "That's surprising."

Bluestreak jumped, his help twisting towards the mech standing beside him. "Jazz!"

Jazz frowned. "What?"

"When did you get there?"

Jazz looked at Bluestreak for a long while. He lifted his arm to measure the distance between him and Bluestreak. Less than an arms length away. "Ah see how it is. Only got eyes for ya youngling, huh?"

"Jazz th-"

"No, no more. Ah don't think mah spark could take it. Mah own best friend's guardian! Ah'm hurt." Jazz dramatically draped his arm over his visor, and fell backwards onto a couch. "Maybe ah should just run away and join da army!"

"Are you interested?" Bluestreak asked. "I'm recruiting." He sent a big smile to Jazz.

Jazz sat up and frowned. "Naw. Ah'm good. For now anyways. Sooner or later ah'll join."

"Your carrier already joined. She's part of special ops. I haven't seen her yet, but as soon as I get back, I plan on meeting up with her."

"Behind mah Sire's back?"

"Yeah!" Bluestreak sent a thumbs up to Jazz. "Wish me luck!"

Jazz laughed. "Good luck wit dat!"

Prowl sighed. "Learning that Striker is already on my side makes it that much easier."

Bluestreak frowned. "You shouldn't stress out like this. You know when you stress it's easier for you to glitch. That and add in how late it is right now, just makes it even easier!"

Prowl grimaced. "I know. Please do not worry, Sire. I will make sure to not stress o-"

"Prowl?" The monitor on the side of the wall lit up with a mech's face.

"Yes?"

"The bot from Altihex has arrived."

Prowl sighed. "Thank you. Please have somebody take them to their room."

"Yes, Sir." The screen flashed off, and Prowl frowned. "That leaves Iacon, Tyger Pax, Kalis, Tarn, and Vos."

"Nah." Jazz pointed to the data pad. "Starscream made his choice."

Prowl sighed. "I forgot to mark it."

Bluestreak frowned. "If Starscream made his choice then that means all chances of getting any seekers are out. Starscream rules Vos."

Prowl nodded. "Yes."

Synchro opened his door, and allowed Striker in first. He followed him in and waited for the door to close behind him. As soon as it snapped closed he sighed. "What happened?"

"Code is offline." Striker sat down at Synchro's table. "He saved me, but he offlined."

Synchro pulled a chair next to Striker. "It's alright. I can get you a new toy."

"Shut up!" Striker pushed Synchro away, and stood up. "You always do this! You make everything out to be a slagging joke! It's not! Code has been with me from the beginning. He was a friend! Not the aft end of one of your jokes!"

Synchro frowned. "I'm sorry, come here."

Striker glared. "I'm not a sparkling."

Synchro leaned back in his chair. "You're right. I just thought you needed comforting."

The room drifted into silence as Striker shook his helm. His gold optics dimmed for a moment, and he slowly sat back down next to Synchro. "I was perfectly capable of protecting myself. He didn't have to push me out of the way."

Synchro wrapped his arm around Striker. "You're like a Cyberfox; Dangerous, yet so beautiful."

Striker sighed, and slowly stood up. He walked into the middle of the room, and turned his back to Synchro.

Synchro frowned and stood up. "Are you crying?"

"Shut up!" Striker's voice was full of static. "Just shut up."

"You grew that close to that vermin?" Synchro glared. "I should have took him out all those chances I had!"

"What the frag is your problem!" Striker quickly turned and glared at Synchro traces of energon still on his face.

"What's my problem? You got attached! That's what my problem is! We promised we wouldn't get attached to anything or anybody!"

Striker rolled his optics and turned away. "You're insane! If Crypt or Charger offlined you would come wailing like sparkling!"

Synchro stomped up to Striker and forcefully twisted him around. "No, I wouldn't. There is only three things I'd cry for. They are very simply things. If one of my grand-creations offlined, if one of my youngling's offlined, and if you offlined."

Striker glared. "So all of your close friends, your family means nothing to you?"

"Yes, they are my family, but I wouldn't mourn for them! Not like you are doing! I love each and every one of them, but I love you." Synchro glared. "You crying shows just how much you care for me!"

Striker wiped his face. "I see how it is." Striker slowly walked up to Synchro. "You're jealous."

Synchro rolled his optics. "No, I'm not."

Stirker placed a digit on Synchro's chassis. "Nothing makes me hotter than seeing you jealous."

Synchro crossed his arms. "Psshh. I am so jealous."

Striker snorted. "I can tell."

"Soooo..."

"Lead the way." Striker smirked.

"We can just use the table." Synchro pushed all the data pads off. "See? It's clean."

"Berth." Striker glared.

Synchro grabbed striker's servo, and pulled the mech forward, half way to the berth room he stopped. "You fake cried."

Striker shrugged. "I do that some times."

"That just makes me wonder if Code is still around."

"He is, but if the look you have says anything, I don't think he will be for very much longer."

Synchro snorted. "Mmh. No he won't."

Striker smirked. "Go."

"If you wanted the Synchro you should have just said."